"Let her go*" Ryan shouted.
Adam ran forward* ignoring the signal the lawman gave him to stay where he was. Adam was about ten feet away from Ryan when he saw the two of them. Genevieve—his sweet* loving Genevieve—and Ezekiel.
The bastard had the barrel of his gun pressed against the side of her head and was slowly moving toward a covered buggy someone had hitched to the post in front of the general store.
Adam felt as though he'd just been run over by a train. His knees almost buckled* his heart seemed to drop* and he was filled with rage.
"No." The word was issued in a low* guttural moan.
Ryan was slowly edging toward Ezekiel. His attention was fully directed on him. Adam also moved closer* but his focus remained centered on Genevieve.
He knew she had to be terrified* but she was valiantly trying to hide her fear from him. Then he saw the tears in her eyes* and his rage became uncontrollable.
He wanted to kill the bastard with his bare hands.
He first had to get rid of the gun threatening
Genevieve. Ezekiel's left arm was wrapped tightly around her waist* and he was using her as his shield as he slowly pushed her forward to the side of the buggy. His right hand held the gun up against her head* and his finger was on the trigger.
"It's going to be all right*" Adam whispered so low she couldn't possibly hear him.
As if by some unspoken joint decision* both Adam and Ryan began to fan out in a V as they continued toward their prey. They were about fifteen feet away from Ezekiel when he shouted an order to stop.
"If you take another step* I'll kill her*" he screamed.
Adam could hear the panic in his voice and see the wild* frantic look in his eyes. Like a cornered rat* he was ready to strike. Adam didn't want to do anything that would provoke him into accidentally squeezing that trigger.
He'd never been so damned scared in his whole life. He hadn't told Genevieve he loved her* and* God* he needed to say the words at least a million times. He wanted to grow old with her and tell her each and every day for the rest of their lives how much she meant to him.
"Let her go* Ezekiel*" Adam pleaded.
"I'm getting out of here* and no one's going to stop me*" Ezekiel screeched. "I've got nothing to lose* and if you want her to live* you won't follow me."
"I can't let you take her with you*" Ryan shouted.
Ezekiel turned his head toward the marshal. "I'll kill her*" he yelled. "If my hand starts shaking* this gun's going to fire* and it'll be your fault. Both of you throw your weapons down and turn around."
"No." Genevieve screamed. "He'll shoot you in the back. Don't do it* Adam."
"Shut your trap*" Ezekiel hissed. "You brought this trouble on yourself. If you hadn't stolen my money…"
"It's Thomas's money* not yours. I'm taking it back to him."
"From your grave?" Ezekiel taunted. "You don't think I'll let you live* do you? You're a naive fool* Genevieve. Stop struggling*" he snapped when she tried to push his arm away.
"Let her go*" Adam implored.
The anguish she heard in his voice broke her heart. "I'm so sorry*" she whispered.
"I told you to drop your guns*" Ezekiel demanded once again.
"I can't do that*" Ryan called out.
Adam was slowly advancing to the left while Ryan angled to the right. The lawman extended his arm and aimed his gun at Ezekiel and Genevieve. Adam knew what Ryan was going to do. His blood ran cold. He looked at Ryan and saw that his blue eyes had turned as cold as frost.
"Don't do it*" he shouted.
"I can take him."
"No."
Ryan ignored him. He kept moving forward* trying to get a clear shot. He knew he'd get only one chance* and if Ezekiel's death wasn't instantaneous* Genevieve would also die.
"Stay where you are*" Ezekiel warned. His eyes darted back and forth between Adam and Ryan as he slowly pushed Genevieve closer to the buggy.
"This is your last chance*" Ryan called out. "Let her go now* or I swear to God I'll drop you where you stand."
Adam now wanted to kill Ryan. How dare he gamble with Genevieve's life? Adam didn't care that Ryan was right. He too knew Ezekiel would kill her as soon as he had the opportunity* but if Ryan's shot missed* or if Ezekiel's finger flinched* Genevieve would pay the price.
He couldn't let that happen. If keeping her safe meant that he had to die* then that was what he was going to do.
Adam started running toward the buggy* deliberately trying to draw Ezekiel's fire* and when he was about five feet away* he went for his gun.
The bastard fell for his ploy. Adam had made himself an easy target* and the temptation was too great for Ezekiel to resist. He swung his gun away from Genevieve and took aim.
Ezekiel was dead before he could squeeze the trigger. As soon as the barrel moved away from her head* Ryan fired. The bullet cut through the center of his forehead. Adam's bullet entered Ezekiel's forehead a hair's width away from Ryan's.
The force lifted Ezekiel off his feet and hurled him backward. Genevieve was thrown to one side. She screamed as she fell and then began to sob.
She had thought that Adam was about to die when he put himself in front of Ezekiel* and the terror and desolation she had felt in that terrifying moment had nearly destroyed her.
Adam gently lifted her up. She threw herself into his arms and continued to sob uncontrollably.
He held her tight and tried to get rid of his rage so that he could comfort her.
Both of them were shaking. "I thought I had lost you*" he whispered gruffly.
"It's all my fault. You should have stayed at Rosehill… I almost got you killed* and if you had died* Adam* I couldn't have gone on. I…"
"Hush* sweetheart. It's over now."
She jerked away from him. "How dare you take such a chance*" she cried out. "How dare you…"
She couldn't go on. Her sobs were heart-wrenching. He pulled her back into his arms and hugged her tight. He never wanted to let go.
"Don't cry* my love. Don't cry." He bent down and kissed the top of her head. "You were very brave."
"No* I wasn't. I was scared."
"I was scared too*" he admitted.
She looked up at him* her eyes wide. "You? Scared? I don't believe you. Nothing scares you."
He laughed. The sound was harsh to his ears. He used his thumbs to wipe the tears away from her cheeks and laughed again. "My hands are still shaking. I swear to you* Genevieve* no one is ever going to hurt you again."
She was safe. He kept telling himself that in hopes that he would get over his anger. He was still so furious with Ryan he could barely control himself.
She knew she would never be able to stop crying if she didn't move away from him* but she wanted to cling.
"I almost got you killed*" she said again. "Ezekiel was right. He told me I was a naive fool* and I was* Adam. I've been nothing but trouble to you. No man deserves such heartache."
He grabbed hold of her chin. "You didn't make me follow you*" he reminded her* and before she could argue the point* he kissed her.
She promptly burst into tears again. He was such a good man* and he was being so terribly sweet to her.
She looked down at Ezekiel and cringed inside. Adam took her hand and pulled her away. He was staring at the lawman who had helped him only minutes ago.
"Is he Daniel Ryan?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Does he still have Cole's compass?"
Adam nodded. "He told me he'll bring it to Rosehill*" he said.
"Why are you glaring at him?"
"He took a terrible risk with your life. If he had missed…"
"Don't think such thoughts. I'm thankful* and I must go to him and tell him so."
"No."
"Ezekiel told me he was going to kill me because I had caused him so much trouble."
"Ryan should have waited*" he stubbornly insisted.
The marshal heard his comment. "I knew what I was doing* Adam."
"The hell you did. You should have let me—"
Before he could continue* Ryan cut him off. "You were too emotionally involved. I wasn't."
"You're a coldhearted bastard."
Ryan stepped closer. "Damned right I am."
"You could have killed her. If Ezekiel had moved an inch or flinched* you would have gotten her."
"I waited for my shot."
"The hell with that logic."
Genevieve couldn't figure out what was happening. The two men who had worked together to save her life just moments ago were now acting as though they wanted to kill each other. It didn't make any sense. "Gentlemen* if you will please calm down and—"
"You didn't care if she lived or died. What kind of marshal are you? You're supposed to protect citizens* not shoot at them."
Adam shoved Ryan in the chest. Ryan shoved back. "I cared about her* but I don't happen to love her* and you obviously do. Understand the difference? Look at your hands. I'll bet they're still shaking."
"They're shaking all right* with the need to put my fist through your face. I swear…"
Out of the corner of his eye Adam saw Lewis* the man he'd struck unconscious* come up on his knees. He also saw the gun in his hand. At the same instant* Ryan spotted the flash of metal. Both men turned simultaneously and fired.
Adam's bullet shot the gun out of Lewis's hand. Ryan's bullet blasted a hole in his chest. Lewis swayed backward* then pitched forward to the ground.
Genevieve's hand flew to her throat. It happened so fast she didn't even have time to scream. Neither Adam nor Ryan seemed much perturbed by the interruption. They both watched Lewis for several seconds to make sure he wasn't going to move* then turned back to each other and resumed their heated debate as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
She took a step back from them and bumped into Sheriff Norton.
"How can they be so callous? They just killed a man." Her voice shook with emotion* and she was trembling from head to foot.
"It seems to me that man needed killing. He would have gotten one of them if they hadn't shot him* so you shouldn't be fretting about it."
"Why are they arguing?"
"Ah* it's just their way of letting off steam. I saw the whole thing from Barnes's porch. You had both of them real scared* ma'am. If that gun had gone off up against your head* it would have been a real mess."
The sheriff nudged Ezekiel's leg with the tip of his boot. "He don't look so dangerous now* does he?"
Genevieve wouldn't look at the dead man. She turned back to Adam just in time to hear him tell Ryan he should have tried to negotiate with Ezekiel.