Chapter 44

“Aunt Polly I have to return home,” said Cathy as she came into the room they called the Parlor. It was where her Aunt entertained her lady friends when they came too visit.

“Why Cathy dear . . . I thought you were going to stay here with us for all time.”

“I just read this letter from a friend in Willow Bend,” she said “The man who killed my father has been killed in a gunfight.”

“That’s good . . . serves the ruffian right . . . after all any one which lives by the sword shall perish by the sword.” She was trying to quote the Bible.

“It was Chris he was fighting,” she said with a sigh “he was wounded in the battle.”

“Cathy, dear . . . you can’t seriously be thinking about going back to that kind of a man? I mean after all he’s killed so many . . . why only last month he killed those two men in Kansas. I guess his turn will come sooner or later.”

“I have to go . . . I have to face him.”

“You’re making a very big mistake if you go back.”

“I’ll be making a bigger mistake . . . if I don’t.”