19
FINN
I made it to town just before the rain started. It wasn't a gentle spring rain, but a downpour, a veritable deluge, drenching me within seconds. I tied the horse's lead to the rail outside the jail, walking around behind the building to the tiny house built for the Sheriff. For Stevens. It took two attempts of banging on the door for Stevens to open it, the rain that loud, especially on his metal roof.
"She's gone," I told him.
"Caroline?" He buttoned his shirt as he asked.
"Of course, Caroline," I replied. I pushed my wet hair out of my face.
He sat in a wooden chair by the door and put on his boots, then grabbed his gun belt from a peg. I waited with barely restrained patience as he buckled it about his waist, put on a long coat that would shield him, if only partially, fro
