"The first is that if you think I might be hurting her, you come talk to me about it straightaway. The second is..."Chris poked his own finger into Li...a's chest, the exposed skin above the top of her dress, and pushed back." ... that you help her too, or it might be me with the knife. Got that?"Lisa looked at him in surprise. "Yes. Fair enough."Then she gave him a long look. "I just hope you know what you're doing."Chris agreed. "I sure hope so too." So, just how am I supposed to help unless. The question still lingered in my mind, though. I guess I really wanted him to be a little jealous.I guess if he had shown some of that concern, I might have been stronger in rejecting George's eager requests. In my heart, I knew that I was making excuses for my own weakness, though."But,... are you saying that I really should... ?" I persisted."Should what. Oh, have it on with George?" he whispered, dropping his voice from prying ears.George looked at me levelly. He thought it over.. She wore a powder blue suit that was tailored and must have cost her the best part of thirty dollars. I straightened my tie and said, “What can I do for you, Miss-“ “Mrs. Stansfield, Sabrina Stansfield.” “Nice to meet you, Miss Stansfield. If you’re looking for Lance Steele, you found him. Please, sit.” She sat in the client chair in front of my desk. She nodded, almost to herself and said, “Mr. Steele, I have a problem.” I waited for her to spill it. Most people don’t know how the whole,. ”“How close are we to a railroad?”“Chillicothe is almost a four day ride. Huntington is less than a day’s ride, but the railroad there heads southwest.”“Bart!” came a scream from the distance. Looking up Bart saw a vision of beauty wearing a blue dress and matching blue bows in her hair. She was running out of the hotel and straight toward them. From five feet away the young woman launched herself into his arms.With a grin Zeke remarked, “Well, in the saloon you said she was free to choose her.