Hannah demanded. Zach motioned toward a saddle resting on the rails of a horse stall. Even from a few feet a way, the word “HELP,” written in blood, stood out boldly. Hannah looked up at Liam. “Whose blood?” “No telling, but it makes me real worried about Martha. She’s expendable and she can tell what Stevenson’s done or going to do.” “Oh, Liam, if anything happens to that baby I’ll have broken my promise to Caroline and to her mother.” “I don’t really think Stevenson will hurt the baby. Look, it’s already made him $1500 richer and maybe more that we don’t even know about. No, he’ll hang onto that baby.” “But what about Martha?” Zach asked. “That girl never done nothing bad to nobody. Now, all’s everbody’s worried ‘bout is that there baby.” He turned and walked toward the back of the livery. “What are you doing, Zach?”
