Senator Moreton’s speech should be in full swing now. The whole damned town was probably in attendance, but Sin made her swear she’d stay inside Devil’s Gate. Alexander was in Ladore. A shudder scuttled down her spine. Sin had been tense with worry. He had four of his men stationed around the saloon watching for Alexander. But she wasn’t scared. Alexander had no reason to hurt her now. No, not her. But Sin, yes. When he arrested Moreton, Alexander would react like a wounded animal, and his violence would be directed at Sin. Her stomach clenched. Throwing down the rag, she drifted to the window. If only Sin would stride through the door and wrap her in his arms. Then she’d know he was safe. The crowd’s muted roar of approval and cracking applause breezed through the open door. Apparently Moreton made a good impression on the people of Ladore. Poor fools. Another long round of applause. Perhaps the long-winded liar was finished.
