CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There was no window in the bathroom, and we figured it was a safe bet the gal wouldn’t saw through the logs with a nail file. Wyatt and I went in with her. He had her kneel down while handed her the package he brought back from town and told her just exactly how he wanted her to get cleaned up and pretty for us. Then we left her there and sat in the kitchen, waiting. Wyatt set his chair where he could watch the bathroom door.
I had been working on the situation mentally all night and half the morning, and I was about tied in knots.
“You can’t just keep her, you know,” I said, pouring Wyatt a cup of coffee.
Wyatt still looked calm as could be. “I know that.”
“We can’t turn her loose, either, even if she promises not to tell,” I had to lay it all out, even if the truth
