What are you doing? Jess—turn the rig around!" Cady tugged on his arm, trying to read the expression on his face. "Where are you going? You can't go to the Rogue, he'll kill you. Jesse!" She punched his shoulder, and finally he looked at her. "I have to." "Why?" "Because a man's got to do what a man's got to do." She hit him again. "Are you crazy? It's Gault, Jesse—the real Gault! What do you think he'll do when he finds out you've been impersonating him?" "Well, I reckon he'll be mad." "I reckon he'll shoot you!" He looked grim and didn't answer, just kept driving the buggy toward Rogue's Tavern. "Damn it. This is because of what I said, isn't it?" She shook him by the wrist in her agitation. "I take it back—you're not a coward. You're not." That only made him smile bleakly. "You're not. I just said it because I was hurt. Please, Jess, turn around and get out of town, ride as fast as you can. Nobody'll—" "Too late. I'm not running anymore." Why was he talking like that? She started to curse, but it did no good; he wouldn't even look at her.
