He insisted she at least quit going to the Reservation. “Why? No one knows who I am. I’m Jenkins, the skinny cop.” Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Lila and Rose knew who she was but they’d never tell. “Don’t you realize how worried I’ll be for your safety, not to mention your reputation?” She glanced his direction. “Why is my reputation so important?” He appeared as miserable as she felt. “It’s important because I couldn’t stand to see you unhappy. You may think you don’t need other people, but we all do, including you. I couldn’t stand it if folks shunned you, and you’d feel terrible.” “I don’t know if I can withstand the confines of nineteenth century society. I can’t play ball, I can’t ride with the Rangers, and you don’t want me working with the police department, doing what I’ve been trained and love to do.” He yanked his hat off and ran his hands through his hair. “If anyone finds out, you’ll be ruined in this town. Remember, your actions have an effect on Mother also.”
