“And did you cut cards with Ed Boswell?” I asked.
Her mouth set again. “He said there was no use gambling for the
possession of that which providence had already given to him.”
“Meaning the ranch?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Meaning me.”
“What!”
She nodded and dropped her eyes. “He ordered his men to see that I did
not leave the ranch, shut me in a room, sought to hold me a prisoner, to
have myself as well as the homestead.... They forgot to search me. One
of the guards I shot—not seriously, unfortunately. They tried to
recapture me, but my horse was fast.”