Gabriel slammed his fist against the parlor wall. The vein in his forehead bulged, and his eyes blazed. “Shhh, Frank’s family will hear you,” Delaney whispered. She glanced across the room to where Alma and the kids were preparing Frank for the trip home. Alma politely kept her gaze glued to her husband. Delaney placed her hand on Gabriel’s arm. “Please calm down. I don’t want you to get involved. I won’t stop you if you insist on going to the sheriff, but I wish you wouldn’t. I just want to forget it happened. I’m okay. Just shook up a bit.” She didn’t plan on being there long enough to deal with Hooper again, but didn’t want to mention that to Gabriel. He took a couple of deep breaths. “If you’re sure. I hate for him to get away with attacking you.” “It’d be my word against his. Besides, I don’t think he’ll try anything again. I may have blinded him.” She described how she’d been able to escape. “Serves him right,” Gabriel said, gritting his teeth.
