George arrived and beamed up at her. “Got a job for me, Miss Viola?”
She delivered a few quiet instructions into his ear, then the boy took off through the back door and into the night. With a satisfied brush of her hands, she perched on the edge of a wooden crate and turned to the mismatched couple. “What have we really got to lose? But it’ll have to be quick. Jeb won’t wait long before he sends someone looking for me. You know, I believe he expects me to try to steal my own horse!”
“You told me just today how you tricked a man into marrying you in order to steal his money. But someone hinting you might be a thief upsets you?”
“Only because I didn’t think of it myself,” she said wryly.
Phoebe Darqueling 