He brought presents for everyone—a watch for Robert, a brooch for my mother, coins and candy for the younger children. We didn’t question where he’d gotten the money for such gifts; the James-Samuel household had always been much better off than our branch of the family. And Jesse certainly didn’t behave like a man running from the law. He suggested a walk and I readily agreed. I suspected he wanted a chance to return to the barn or some other secluded spot, but I was more interested in talking than lovemaking. “Two sheriff’s deputies came to the house the morning after you were here last,” I said when we were out of earshot of the others. “I heard,” he said. “Who were they?” “If they told their names, I never heard it. One was young and dark, with sallow skin. The other was older, with a walrus moustache and long sideburns.” He nodded. “What did you tell them?” “I told them you hadn’t been here. That I hadn’t seen you in months.” He patted my arm.
What do You think about The Woman Who Loved Jesse James?
