Marty's Ride by Mary Davis

Author:Mary Davis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2013-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

By the time Marty reached the courthouse, her dark curls had popped out on all sides of her head. She took her handkerchief and blotted her face dry. She didn’t dare touch her hair or it would worsen. She smoothed her wet dress and strode inside. There were a lot of people already there, but Judge Vance had yet to show.

Marty stopped to look for her nieces. All the staring eyes made her uncomfortable. She scanned the room for Dani and Davey. Where were they? Did she have the right place? Relief swept over her when she spied Reece. She was glad to see him even after all he had done. His unflappable, confident nature had a way of making Marty feel calmer, less on edge.

He motioned her to the front of the courtroom with him. Before she reached him, she spotted Davey and Dani. They tried to rise and go to her, but two women, one in her late thirties, the other around sixty, reprimanded them and kept them in their seats. In front of the women sat the red-haired William McRae with his attorney. Marty looked away quickly when he scrutinized her, trying to penetrate her soul. His stare resembled the weather—cold and gray.

Marty went over to Reece, hoping he could do as he boasted and get her nieces back. He was her lifeline. At least until she got her nieces back.

The McRaes huddled with their lawyer. They seemed to be discussing Marty. They were as distressed by her presence as she was by theirs. She longed to rush to her nieces. Their eyes beseeched her to take them away. She wanted nothing more than to do just that. She clutched the string of her bag.

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Like the rest of the spectators, Reece stared at Marty. He couldn’t help himself. She was stunning. She didn’t realize the stir she caused among the men. She was trying to show the judge she was an ordinary lady. But there was nothing ordinary about Marty Rawlings. Reece noticed the new dress. She certainly hadn’t brought it with her from Montana. That must have been what she bought yesterday.

Her hair was pulled up in a tidy bun on top of her cute head. Loose curls framed her face and lay at the nape of her neck. She was the picture of femininity. No one would guess otherwise, except for the masculine stride she tried to hide.

Reece knew what she was up to, at least in part. She wanted the judge and everyone else to think she was an ordinary, helpless lady. They would be unsuspecting when she sprung her trap. She was up to something, of that he was sure. He didn’t know what exactly, other than that the end result would be her leaving town in a hurry with her nieces.

He noticed her working the handle of her reticule between her hands. Oh, no. She hadn’t brought her derringer, he hoped. He prayed she wasn’t planning on holding them all at the end of her gun and taking the girls.

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