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cattle, but when it comes to attorneys we are just a
necessary evil. After all the things I did for people not one of
them really appreciated it.” He snorted and walked off.
    Stormy could not believe the other voice she
had recognized was old Benjamin, her stable hand. “Benjamin, how
did you get mixed up in this?” Stormy turned toward Benjamin, who
was building a fire in the cabin. It looked like she was going to
be here for a while.
    Benjamin slowly walked over to Stormy, a
menacing look in his eyes. “Shoot, Ma’am, you have no gall darn
idea what it’s like for me, so shut your mouth,” he almost spat the
words. The contempt in his eyes scared her, and she said no
more.
    Biggs entered the cabin again and Benjamin
spoke. “What we gonna do with her, boss? If you plan on killin her,
get one of the young bucks to do it. I don’t have the stomach for
it,” he added.
    “We don’t have to kill her. The rest of the
cattle will be ours by tomorrow morning and we will head out with
them by tomorrow afternoon. I left a couple of our men at the ranch
to keep Jed and Jake busy and out of our way. We will just keep her
here and if she gets the ropes loose it’s still a long walk home,
if not…well, we can’t worry about everything,” Biggs threw back his
head and laughed.
    Biggs turned to Stormy and ripped her dress
from her body. Only a few remnants remained as she sat there half
dressed. “Don’t worry my dear, I just need these clothes to leave
elsewhere and throw anyone off the track that might be looking for
you. Like the sheriff and his dogs.”
    Soon everyone had left the cabin and stormy
was alone. With most of her clothes gone she was happy that old
Benjamin had at least built a fire. She forced herself to breath
normally so she wouldn’t pass out from panic. As more time went by,
Stormy ached from being tied to the chair. She had almost given up
when a tiny sound caught her attention. Within seconds her eyes lit
with recognition. She saw Jed at the window pane peeking through.
His fingers were to his lips motioning for her to remain quiet.
Moments later, his movement deliberate and fast, he entered the
cabin and untied the ropes.
    “Honestly Stormy! Down to your underpants
again?” Then he realized maybe someone had touched her. It was a
frightened man that asked the next question. “I’m sorry, did they
hurt you?”
    “No, they didn’t hurt me. They just wanted my
clothes to keep the sheriff’s dogs busy should someone report me
missing.”
    From outside she heard another voice. It was
Jake! “Come on Jed, before someone sees us,” he whispered.
    They had both come for her. How could she
have been so wrong about these two? They must have gotten together
and figured it out. She never suspected Mr. Biggs and Benjamin.
There would be a few ranch hands that had hell to pay as well.
    Guess maybe she wasn’t as grown up and smart
as she thought she was, but now was not the time to be thinking
about it. Stormy stifled a moan as she walked to the door where
Jake led her to the back of the cabin. There she saw the men’s
horses, waiting to help them with their escape.
    They walked on foot and quietly led the
horses a good ways from the shack before mounting them. Jed spoke
first. “Jake, take Stormy to the Turner ranch where she will be
safe and then go and get the sheriff from Possum Junction. Make
sure he brings a big posse with him. We will meet at the place we
agreed on”. Jed gave the orders, but Jake didn’t seem to mind.
    “But what about Katy Marie and Carmen,”
Stormy began.
    “I’ll ride back to the ranch and sneak them
out while it’s still dark and get Carmen to meet you with Katy
Marie at the Turners. We don’t have much time, it will be light
soon,” he looked at the night sky as he spoke, then added. “And if
you ever do anything as fool hearty as this again, Stormy Calder,
I’ll take you over my knee and whoop the tar out of you! No wife of
mine is going to run around like a

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