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MARY
I lay awake that night, thinking of my men. They were going to somehow come upon Mr. Benson’s hired men, lead them away from Bridgewater, then ambush them. How that was going to make Mr. Benson decide that I should no longer be his wife was beyond me. The man wasn’t going to stop until Sully was dead and I was a widow, eligible for marriage once again. If Sully and the others killed the men who were coming for him, Benson would only send more. The numbers would not stop.
There would be no end. None of the peace and quiet that Sully was looking for. I just wanted Sully and Parker to have what they wanted. Unlike Mr. Benson’s desire, it wasn’t a tangible thing, not something you could buy. It was a way of life and I craved it, too. I didn’t need money, I just needed my men.
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