He took off his hat and fanned his face, trying to clear some of the residual stinging. The woman definitely had a pair of brass balls. He was finally able to focus without weeping like a girl. All he saw was his horse, happily grazing. Justice apparently didn’t care that his master was attacked by a lady blacksmith with an attitude. There were no unusual sounds, no feet pounding, no hooves, and thank God, no laughter.He didn’t know what Rory hoped to do by dousing him with smoke. She’d run like a rabbit, leaving the very property she refused to leave. He was suspicious of her motives. Why would she do what she refused to do the last hour? It made no sense.With more trepidation than fear, he walked around the side of the building then around the back. No sign of the confounded woman. He stepped into the tiny shack. The woman continued to surprise him. Her house was neat, organized, and full of the things she had obviously forged. There were no personal items beyond a few clothes on nails in the corner.
