He greeted her sadly, his expression conveying without words that he had heard about Desperado’s death and commiserated with her. “I’m sorry, Chloe,” he said. “I was right fond of that boy.” Chloe couldn’t help smiling. Mr. Baker was probably the only person in the world who dared to call Desperado a boy. “He’s not dead, Mr. Baker,” Chloe said with confidence. Baker’s relief was immediate. “You’ve heard from him? Thank God!” Chloe shook her head. “No. I haven’t heard a word, except for what Calvin Talbot told me. I suppose he’s told the whole town that the posse killed Desperado.” “He couldn’t wait to get the word out. Not everyone believes Mr. Jones was a killer, you know. Desperado wasn’t a wanted man. Most considered him a good sort despite his reputation. I’m inclined to agree. I think Desperado Jones put on a good show, that he used his guns as a prop, though no one would dispute his ability to use them.” “You’re a perceptive man, Mr.
