"Before I let you out, Garvey, I have a few questions for you." "Who says I have to answer them?" Shane merely shrugged, swung the keys from side to side. "Fine," Garvey relented after a few heated minutes of staring. "What do you want to know?" "Ever been to Jillian Matthews' property?" The flicker in Steven's blackened eye gave him away. "When?" Shane demanded. "A week or so," Steven admitted. "I didn't hurt nothing, just moved her saddle." "It wasn't 'just'. You were sending her a message." Garvey wet his chapped, split bottom lip. "I was just-" he swallowed at Shane's scowl, started again. "I was trying to scare her enough that she'd reconsider settling in Cedar Springs." "And when you saw no signs of that happening, you went back, spilled some feed, dumped manure in her barn, and ripped her dress. It must have really burned your ass when she showed up at the dance anyway." "She should have stayed the hell at home. If she hadn't gone I wouldn't be in this stupid cell," Steven contended.
