Morrow Creek Marshal. Lisa Plumley

with concerns, Marielle made her way across the front room. Thanks to her dancing training, she had good balance. She could manage on her crutch fairly well. But the events of this night had more than knocked her sideways—they’d terrified her.

      Oh, Hudson, she thought. What have you done now?

      And how, above all, would she get them both out of it?