Not today.
“I’ll buy him,” she said.
For one suspended moment, even the wind seemed to stop.
Sheriff McCrae’s mustache twitched with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Now, Mrs. Hartman, this ain’t a church charity case. This here’s a dangerous—”
“I said I’ll buy him.” Eliza didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. The words landed like an ax set into a chopping block.