Chapter 18The time had come for Jesse to leave Agua Fria. The town had a temporary sheriff, and the circuit judge had ruled. Since no direct killing could be attributed to Wheeler or ex-Sheriff Grover, they didn’t get the gallows, although Jesse wasn’t sure Grover would see out the years of hard labour that constituted his sentence.
The last night Jesse had spent with Gabriel was the most magical of his life. They’d made love time and again, and here, out in the desert, Jesse wasn’t afraid to use that word. Gabriel had insisted on leaving the room first, and it had taken every ounce of willpower Jesse had to stop himself from begging Gabriel to travel with him.
A humourless laugh escaped him. Then what? What kind of life could he offer except one of hard work? Gabriel was no ranger, farm
