What's your name?"I was making this inane conversation to try to keep the girl from panicking. She looked to be about eight years old, and she was obv...ously having trouble not exploding into hysterical tears. I climbed into the buckboard and did what I could to check the Indian for broken bones. At least, he was breathing what sounded like normally to me, so he did not have a punctured lung. However, I would bet that he had more than one broken rib.The skin of his face and head had innumerable. I’d never seen him before, even at school, so maybe he was from another district. Suddenly his hands are on me, around my waist and he pulls me in. Through my haze, I’m slightly nervous, but his possessive grip on my actually turns me on. I like it. “I’ve not seen you ‘round before,” he says over the noise. I shake my head. “Nor have I seen you,” I reply. He smiles in a crooked way and I can only imagine what’s in his twisted mind. “So you been lookin’ then?” he snickers. Immediately I realize. As their gazes met, Sarah’s chin firmed with determination. ‘Naomi,’ she said softly, ‘I didn’t murder Mr. Henderson, but I know who did. We’ve got to talk to the sheriff.’ ********** The McKenzie brothers arrived home shortly after dark. They had spent the day clearing trees from an area where they planned to plant an orchard. All three of them were tired, cold and hungry. As they rode into the yard, they exchanged nervous glances. There were no lights shining through the windows of either. We’re going to have a visitor shortly. I’m guessing from the little he said that this is good news somehow, though how exactly I’m not sure. You’ve been acting as my adjutant for a while now, so I thought you might as well be here.” He paused and glared slightly at her. “I think I’m going to have to get a proper adjutant now. I can’t really have a private doing the role, even if she is my daughter.”“Yes sir.” Millie was saddened by that, though she understood his reasoning.“Don’t worry, until I.