Guns on the Border Page 25
by Ralph Cotton
‘‘Tex!’’ said Mary Alice. ‘‘You don’t mean . . .’’ She let her words trail off.
‘‘Go get my horse and a horse for yourself from the livery barn,’’ Bob said, not taking his eyes or his aim off Price. He didn’t want Price to think he wouldn’t kill him.
‘‘Are you taking me away with you, Tex?’’ Mary Alice said hopefully.
‘‘Yes, at least until Sheriff Thorn gets back and can straighten this out.’’ He gestured the deputy into the cell. ‘‘Now hurry, Mary Alice,’’ he said, ‘‘before somebody shows up.’’