Chapter Forty

When Lizzy woke, she dressed and snuck out of the house, not ready to face John. He was right, her behavior towards him was unfair. Why did she always mess things up? It was as if he fought for their survival and she pulled them to their demise.

She assumed he’d have stayed overnight in Salt Lake. She’d guessed wrong and should’ve known him better. John would never have left her overnight and her misjudgment had got her in trouble.

Lizzy sidled through the fence and wandered through the outbuildings on Charlie’s property. She greeted a couple of cowhands before walking past the barn.

She paused, staring at the open doors. It’s just a barn. The smell of hay and farmyard animals drifted on the breeze, and her stomach roiled. Would she ever see stables and not think of the Scythian? Charlie’s actual stables sat two buildings down from where she stood, and from what Lizzy could see, the barn itself only held machinery and