What? 2 months? Time has nothing to do with it.

She moved carefully, trying to keep rock between them.

You [clears throat] wouldn’t understand.

Try me.

Something in his voice made her pause.

Have you ever loved anyone, Mr. Crane? A long silence.

Then once she died because I was too slow, too weak.

After that, nothing much mattered except being faster, stronger.

Luke was the same, Evelyn said, seeing an opening, lost his wife and child, became what the world told him he was, a killer, and yet you married him.

Because I saw what he could be, what he is underneath.

She risked a glance around the boulder.

Crane stood in the open.

Gun lowered but ready.

Just as someone might see past what you’ve become.

Pretty words, Mr.s.

Callahan.

But words don’t change facts.

No actions do.

She made her decision.

I’ll make you a deal, Mister Crane.

Help me get this evidence to Fort Hua, and I’ll pay you double what Blackwood offered.

He actually laughed.

With what money? The money Blackwood stole from murdered homesteaders.

It’s all documented here.

Bank accounts, amounts.

A clever man could access those funds.

Make things right.

She stepped into view.

Rifle pointed down.

Or you could kill me, destroy the evidence, and let him keep profiting from murder.

Crane studied her for a long moment.

Your husband said you were remarkable.

I’m beginning to see why.

Is that a yes? Instead of answering, he holstered his gun and walked to his horse, pulling out field glasses.

He studied the horizon, then handed them to her.

Look north, the canyon.

With trembling hands, Evelyn focused the glasses.

She could see the dust and smoke of battle, tiny figures moving among the rocks.

And there, her heart clenched.

Luke still fighting, using the terrain to make it seem like multiple defenders.

He’s holding them, Crane [clears throat] observed.

But not for much longer.

They’re moving to flank.

Then we have to We have to complete your mission.

His pale eyes were unreadable.

That’s what he’s buying time for.

Everything in her rebelled against leaving Luke to fight alone.

But Crane was right.

The evidence had to reach Fort Hua.

That was the plan.

That was what Luke was possibly dying for.

All right, she said, voice steady despite the tears threatening.

But when this is done, we come back for him.

If there’s anything to come back to, they rode hard.

Crane setting a punishing pace.

He knew the country, leading them through shortcuts and hidden paths.

As they rode, he shared fragments of information.

Blackwood’s planning to move tonight.

Has buyers coming from back east, politicians and railroad money.

Once those deals are signed, the evidence won’t matter.

Evelyn finished.

They’ll have too much invested to let justice interfere.

Exactly.

So, we don’t just need to reach the fort.

We need to reach it before sunset.

They pushed harder.

Horses laboring in the heat.

At a small spring, they paused just long enough to water the animals.

Evelyn took the opportunity to reload her weapons, trying not to think about Luke, about what might be happening in that canyon.

He’s tougher than he looks, Crane said suddenly.

Seen him shot three times in Denver.

Still walked away under his own power.

You’re trying to comfort me? Stating facts.

He checked his own weapons with practice deficiency.

Man like that doesn’t die easy.

They were perhaps 5 mi from the fort when the ambush came.

Blackwood had sent men ahead, guessing their destination.

Gunfire erupted from both sides of the trail, forcing them to cover.

“How many?” Evelyn shouted over the noise.

“Four, maybe five.

” Crane was already moving.

Deadly efficient.

His first two shots dropped two attackers before they could blink.

Can you make the fort from here? Not without you.

Wasn’t a question.

He shoved the saddle bags at her.

Ride straight for the gates.

Don’t stop.

Don’t look back.

Crane, this is what I do.

Mr.s.

Callahan, what I’m good at.

He smiled, a real expression for once.

Besides, I’m curious to see if your husband survived.

Man who inspires this kind of loyalty might be worth knowing.

Before she could argue, he was up and firing, drawing the attacker’s attention.

Evelyn didn’t waste his sacrifice.

She spurred her exhausted horse toward the fort, riding low, making herself small.

Behind her, the gunfight intensified, she heard Crane’s weapons speaking with deadly precision, answered by increasingly sporadic return fire.

Then, as the fort gates came into view, silence.

The centuries saw her coming, saw the pursuit that followed.

Two riders who’d escaped Crane’s ambush.

They opened the gates and soldiers poured out, rifles ready.

The pursuers wheeled away, unwilling to face military odds.

“Commander Reynolds!” Evelyn gasped out, half falling from her horse.

“I need to see Commander Reynolds immediately.

” What followed was a blur.

Uniformed men, questions, blessed water for her parched throat.

Then she was in the commander’s office, spreading her father’s evidence across his desk, words tumbling over each other as she explained, “Rynns, a stern man with intelligent eyes, studied the documents carefully.

This is extensive and damning.

” He looked up sharply.

“Your judge Monroe’s daughter.

” “Yes, and Luke Callahan’s wife, the gunslinger, the man who’s probably dying right now to give me time to reach you.

” Her voice broke slightly.

Please, Commander, send men.

Stop this.

Reynolds was already calling for his agitant.

Lieutenant Morrison, no relation to that corrupt deputy.

I hope.

Ready? Two companies.

Full battle gear.

He turned back to Evelyn.

We’ll need your testimony.

Mr.s.

Callahan, official statements after, she said firmly.

after we saved my husband.

The ride back was a nightmare of hope and dread.

Evelyn rode with the soldiers.

Reynolds, having insisted on leading the force personally.

The evidence was too important, the implications too far reaching to trust his subordinates.

They met Crane a mile from the fort, bloody but upright, walking his horse with its reigns in his left hand, right arm hanging useless.

“Mr.s.

Callahan,” he said calmly, as if they’d met for a stroll.

Commander, you need medical attention.

Reynolds observed.

Later.

Crane’s pale eyes fixed on Evelyn.

The canyon.

They broke off the attack an hour ago, headed back toward town.

Don’t know why.

Evelyn’s heart clenched.

That could mean Luke had driven them off or that he was already dead.

The job finished.

They pushed hard for the canyon.

The soldiers keeping pace despite the brutal heat.

As they approached, Evelyn saw bodies scattered among the rocks, attackers who’d paid for their assault, but no sign of Luke.

There, Crane pointed with his good hand.

The cabin, they could see figures around the small homestead, and Evelyn’s heart nearly stopped.

Then she recognized Marshall Dixon’s distinctive hat, and hope bloomed painful in her chest.

As they thundered up, Dixon emerged from the cabin, relief clear on his weathered face.

Commander Reynolds, glad you could make it to the party.

My husband.

Evelyn was off her horse before it fully stopped.

Where is inside? Dixon caught her arm.

He’s alive.

Mr.s.

Callahan shot up some, but too orary to die.

She pushed past him, heart hammering.

Luke lay on their bed, bandages wrapped around his shoulder and side.

His eyes were closed, face pale beneath the tan, but his chest rose and fell steadily.

“Luke,” she dropped beside the bed, taking his hand, his eyes opened slowly, focusing with effort.

“Evelyn,” his voice was rough, disbelieving.

“You’re supposed to be at the fort.

I was I brought help.

” Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks.

You beautiful, stubborn fool.

You were supposed to run.

Couldn’t.

He managed a ghost of his usual smile.

They might have followed you.

Had to make sure.

Shh.

She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, careful of his injuries.

You did it.

We did it.

Outside, she could hear Reynolds giving orders, organizing the arrest of Blackwood and his conspirators.

Justice was finally coming to Predition Creek.

But in that moment, all that mattered was the warm living presence of her husband’s hand in hers.

Crane? Luke asked suddenly saw him riding out.

He helped me.

Got shot for it, but he’s too mean to die.

She smiled through her tears.

Sound familiar? Must be something in the water out here.

Doc Morrison, the honest one from the fort, bustled in to check Luke’s wounds.

Two bullets clean through.

Lost blood, but no vital damage.

Week or two of rest.

He’ll be good as new.

Hear that? Evelyn squeezed Luke’s hand.

You’re going to live disappointed.

Furious, she said, but her smile gave her away.

Now I’m stuck with you.

Could get that anulment Blackwood was so keen on, Luke suggested, eyes twinkling despite the pain.

Marry someone respectable.

Too late.

I’ve developed a taste for disreputable men.

She leaned close.

Besides, someone has to keep you from getting shot.

Been doing a bang-up job so far.

I’m still learning.

Give me time.

Time? They had time now.

The thought was dizzying.

Commander Reynolds appeared in the doorway.

Mr.s.

Callahan, I hate to interrupt, but we’re moving on the town within the hour.

Your testimony can wait, Luke said firmly, struggling to sit up.

I’m coming with you.

Like hell you are, Evelyn.

And the doctor said in unison.

Blackwood had men at the land office.

Luke insisted.

Documents that need securing.

Without those, I’ll go.

Evelyn decided.

Tell me what to look for.

Evelyn, no arguments.

Remember, I’m your partner.

She kissed him quick and hard.

Trust me.

The look he gave her was answer enough.

The ride into Predition Creek with two companies of cavalry was vastly different from all her previous arrivals.

This time she rode with authority at her back, justice in her saddle bags, and hope in her heart.

Blackwood tried to run.

[clears throat] Of course, they caught him at the stage depot.

bags full of stolen money and incriminating documents he couldn’t bear to burn.

The [clears throat] look on his face when he saw Evelyn riding with the soldiers was worth every terrible moment of the past weeks.

“You,” he snarled as they bound his hands.

“You, little Judge Blackwood,” she interrupted calmly.

“You’re under arrest for murder, conspiracy, treason, and theft, though I suspect they’ll find more charges once they start digging.

You can’t prove anything.

Actually, I can.

My father was very thorough and very clever about where he hid things.

She leaned closer.

He knew you’d kill him, but he also knew I’d finish what he started.

As they let him away, she felt empty.

Not satisfied, not vindicated, just empty.

Her father was still dead.

Good people had still suffered.

Justice wouldn’t undo any of that.

But it was a start.

The land office yielded more evidence, as Luke had predicted.

By nightfall, half the town’s power structure was under arrest.

The other half had fled.

Predition Creek would need new leadership.

Honest leadership.

You could stay, Marshall Dixon suggested as they watched the prisoners being loaded for transport.

Town needs someone like you.

Someone who understands justice.

No.

Evelyn looked back toward their cabin where Luke waited.

“We’ve had enough of this place.

Time to find somewhere new.

California, maybe.

Or Oregon.

Somewhere we can start fresh.

” She smiled.

“Somewhere that’s never heard of the Monroes or the Callahanss.

” Dixon touched his hat.

“Well, wherever you land, they’ll be lucky to have you, both of you.

” As she rode back to Luke in the gathering darkness, Evelyn thought about futures and fresh starts, about the life they’d build together, one careful day at a time.

It wouldn’t be easy.

They both carried too many scars for easy, but it would be theirs, chosen and cherished.

Luke was awake when she arrived, propped up and playing cards with Crane, whose arm was in a sling.

Gentlemen, she said, amused.

Should you be gambling in your condition? He’s terrible at poker, Crane said mildly.

I’m doing him a favor by taking his money.

I’m wounded, Luke protested.

My tells are compromised.

Your tells were compromised before you got shot.

Evelyn informed him, settling on the bed beside him.

How are you feeling? Like I got shot twice and lived to complain about it.

He caught her hand.

Blackwood arrested along with half his syndicate.

Commander Reynolds says the territorial governor’s sending investigators.

She laced their fingers together.

It’s over.

Luke really over.

He brought her hand to his lips.

So what now, Mr.s.

Callahan? Now? She looked between Luke and Crane.

These dangerous men who’d risked everything for justice and for her.

Now we heal.

And then California.

Luke suggested.

I hear Montana’s nice, Crane offered.

Lots of space.

Good place to disappear.

Or, Evelyn said slowly.

An idea forming.

We could stay in the territory.

Not here, but there are other towns, other places that need honest law, honest people.

Luke studied her face.

You want to keep fighting? I want to keep building, she corrected.

What we have, what we could be together.

A gunslinger and a judge’s daughter keeping the peace.

Crane sounded amused.

Could work.

A man and his wife, Evelyn said firmly.

Making their way.

Everything else is just details.

Luke squeezed her hand.

Together, then whatever comes together, she agreed.

Outside, the desert knights settled over the land.

Stars emerging one by one.

Inside, three unlikely allies sat in comfortable silence.

Each nursing wounds and contemplating futures.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new choices.

But tonight, they were alive.

They were free.

And for now, that was enough.

3 weeks passed in a blur of healing and preparation.

Luke’s wounds closed clean, leaving new scars to join the collection that mapped his violent history.

During his convolescence, territorial investigators descended on Pdition Creek like locusts, taking statements, examining evidence, dismantling Blackwood’s empire piece by piece.

Evelyn spent her days testifying, her nights beside Luke, planning their future in whispered conversations that lasted until dawn.

“We could go today,” Luke said one morning, testing his draw.

His movements were still stiff, but the deadly precision remained.

Nothing keeping us here now.

Evelyn looked around their cabin, scene of so much fear and joy.

Violence and tenderness.

In 6 weeks, it had become more home than her father’s house had ever been.

But Luke was right.

Their ghosts were too thick here.

Memories seeping from every wall.

tomorrow,” she decided.

After after, she pulled out a letter that had arrived with the morning post.

“The territorial governor wants to see us, both of us.

” Luke’s face went carefully blank about, “He didn’t say, but Commander Reynolds will be there.

” She studied his reaction.

“We don’t have to go.

” “Yes, we do.

” He set down his gun, crossing [clears throat] to where she stood.

“You need to see this through proper.

your father would want.

My father’s want stopped mattering when he died, but she softened the words by leaning into him.

This is about us now, our choices.

Then we choose to hear what he has to say.

Luke kissed her temple.

Then we leave together.

The next morning found them in the territorial capital dressed in their best clothes, which wasn’t saying much after weeks of frontier living.

Evelyn had managed to make her one remaining dress presentable while Luke looked uncomfortable in a borrowed suit that didn’t quite hide the gun at his hip.

“Stop fidgeting,” she murmured as they waited outside the governor’s office.

“I look like a dressed up scarecrow.

You look distinguished.

I look like a killer in a suit.

” “My killer in a suit,” she corrected, straightening his tie.

The door opened before he could respond.

“Governor Samuel Morrison.

” no relation to the corrupt deputy, was younger than Evelyn expected, with shrewd eyes and prematurely gray temples.

“Mr.s.

Callahan, Mr. Callahan, please sit.

” He gestured to chairs before his massive desk.

“I have read your testimonies.

Remarkable story.

” “Just the truth, Governor,” Evelyn said.

“Yes, well, the truth has been in short supply in Predition Creek.

He leaned back, studying them.

Which brings me to why I asked you here.

The territory needs new leadership in that region.

[clears throat] Honest leadership.

Luke tensed beside her.

If you’re thinking of appointing us, I’m thinking of appointing Mr.s.

Callahan as justice of the peace.

Morrison interrupted.

First woman to hold such a position in the territory.

But given the circumstances and her father’s legacy, Evelyn’s breath caught.

Governor, I’m not qualified.

You exposed a conspiracy that reached into the highest levels of territorial government.

You fought corruption with nothing but courage and conviction.

I’d say you’re uniquely qualified.

My husband would serve as your protection, and if he’s willing, as a special deputy marshal.

Morrison’s gaze shifted to Luke.

Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Callahan.

But Marshall Dixon speaks highly of your actions during this affair.

Says you’re a man who knows the difference between law and justice.

Sometimes they’re not the same thing, Luke said quietly.

No, Morrison [clears throat] agreed.

Sometimes they’re not, which is why we need people who understand that distinction.

Evelyn looked at Luke, seeing her own thoughts reflected in his eyes.

They’d planned to disappear, to find somewhere their pasts couldn’t follow.

But maybe we’d want our own terms, she said slowly.

Our own way of doing things within reason and [clears throat] protection from old warrants.

Luke added, “Man can’t uphold the law with a target on his back.

” Morrison smiled.

“Already arranged.

Your actions in exposing Blackwood bought you considerable goodwill.

Consider your slate clean, Mr. Callahan.

” They were quiet on the ride back, each lost in thought.

As their cabin came into view, Luke finally spoke.

You want to do it? It wasn’t a question.

But Evelyn answered anyway.

I think I think maybe we’re meant to after everything to have this chance.

She turned in the saddle to look at him.

But not if you’re against it.

We’re partners, remember? Justice of the peace, Evelyn Callahan.

He tested the words, a slow smile spreading.

Has a ring to it.

Deputy Marshall Luke Callahan sounds pretty good, too.

Special Deputy Marshall, he corrected.

Apparently, I’m special.

She laughed, the sound bright in the desert air.

You always were to me.

They spent one last night in the cabin where their marriage had transformed from desperate convenience to genuine partnership.

As dawn broke, though, they loaded their few possessions.

taking special care with a small box of her father’s personal effects and Luke’s worn harmonica.

“Ready?” Luke asked, helping her onto the wagon.

Evelyn looked back once at the place that had sheltered them, tested them, brought them together.

Then she faced forward toward their new future.

Ready, the town they were assigned to, Cedar Falls, was smaller than Pdition Creek, but growing with the railroads approach.

Their arrival caused the expected stir.

A female justice of the peace and her gunslinger husband weren’t what anyone expected.

But Evelyn had learned to use unexpected to her advantage.

Their first case involved a dispute over water rights that had nearly escalated to bloodshed.

Evelyn listened to both sides, asked careful questions, then rendered a solution that left both parties grumbling but satisfied.

The mark of good compromise.

Luke told her later.

“You did good,” he said that night as they settled into their new home.

“A proper house this time.

With two bedrooms and a kitchen that didn’t leak.

” “We did good,” she corrected.

“That man was ready to draw until you stepped forward.

Didn’t even have to touch my gun.

Reputation has its uses.

” She curled against him on their new bed.

A luxury after months on a narrow cot.

Think we can make this work? think we already are.

The months that followed proved him right.

Evelyn’s combination of legal knowledge, compassion, and steel spine earned respect.

Luke’s presence discouraged violence before it started.

And when it couldn’t be discouraged, he ended it with minimal bloodshed.

They made an odd team, the Lady Justice and the Reformed Gunslinger, but an effective one.

You’re getting fat, Evelyn observed one morning, watching Luke struggle with his vest buttons.

I’m getting comfortable, he corrected.

There’s a difference.

Uh-huh.

She helped with the buttons, then let her hands rest on his chest.

Luke.

Something in her voice made him still.

What is it? I’m late.

The words hung between them, [clears throat] heavy with possibility.

How late? 6 weeks.

She couldn’t meet his eyes.

I wasn’t sure, but now his hands covered hers, trembling slightly.

A baby, maybe.

Probably.

She finally looked up, seeing wonder overtake the shock on his face.

Are you? Is this? He kissed her, deep and desperate and joyful.

When they broke apart, both were crying.

I never thought.

He pressed his forehead to hers.

After Sarah and Thomas, I never thought I’d have another chance.

Are you scared? Terrified? He admitted.

But the good kind, the kind that mean something matters.

Doc Pritchard confirmed what they already knew.

Come spring, there would be a new Callahan in Cedar Falls.

The news spread quickly.

Small towns had no secrets, and the reaction surprised them.

Instead of scandal, there was celebration.

Apparently, the town had adopted them without their knowing, and a baby cemented their belonging.

“It’s like they were waiting for us to make it official,” Evelyn mused, accepting yet another knitted blanket from a well-meaning town woman.

“Maybe they were.

” Luke watched her from the doorway, still sometimes looking like he couldn’t believe his luck.

People like to see happiness.

Gives them hope.

The pregnancy wasn’t easy.

Morning sickness lasted all day, and Evelyn’s temper shortened as her body changed.

Luke weathered her moods with surprising patience, bringing her peppermint tea and rubbing her swollen feet without complaint.

“You’re too good to me,” she said one evening, emotional over nothing and everything.

“I’m exactly as good as you deserve,” he replied, kissing her forehead.

Which means I need to be better.

Luke, sh Let me take care of you.

Evelyn, let me do this right.

Winter came early, blanketing Cedar Falls in snow that transformed the desert landscape into something magical.

Evelyn held court wrapped in blankets, rendering justice with a hot water bottle at her back, and Luke hovering protectively nearby.

“You’re worse than a mother hen,” she told him after he’d interrupted proceedings for the third time to ask if she needed anything.

You’re carrying our child while serving justice in a frontier town, he countered.

I’m allowed to hover.

Their child.

The words still sent a thrill through her.

As spring approached and her time grew near, unexpected visitors arrived.

Josiah Crane, looking prosperous in new clothes, his pale eyes warming slightly when he saw Evelyn’s condition.

“Heard [clears throat] you two were playing house,” he said by way of greeting.

“Thought I’d see for myself.

still alive.

I see.

Luke observed, shaking his hand.

Takes more than bullets to stop a man with purpose.

Crane produced a wooden toy horse carved with surprising skill.

For the little one.

You made this? Evelyn asked, touched.

Man needs hobbies between jobs.

He shrugged, uncomfortable with sentiment.

Besides, figured any child of yours too would need all the help it could get.

He stayed for a week, he and Luke talking late into the nights.

Two former killers finding brotherhood in redemption.

When he left, it was with promises to return to be the unlikely uncle their child would need.

Strange family we’re building.

Evelyn observed best kind.

Luke replied, “Marshall Dixon arrived next, bringing news from Predition Creek, rebuilt under honest leadership.

Blackwood Syndicate fully dismantled.

Justice finally served.

“Your father would be proud,” he told Evelyn.

“What you’ve built here, what you’ve become.

” “I hope so,” she said softly, one hand on her swollen belly.

“I want to tell this little one stories about their grandfather.

” “Good stories.

Then tell them about a man who stood for justice,” Dixon said, who raised a daughter strong enough to finish what he started.

The baby came with the spring floods.

as if even birth had to be dramatic in their lives.

Evelyn’s water broke during a dispute over cattle theft, leading to the most unusual recess in territorial history.

“Can’t you hold it in?” Luke asked frantically as he helped her to Doc Pritchard’s office.

“Oh, yes.

Let me just tell the baby to wait until the court schedule clears.

” She snapped, then gasped as another contraction hit.

Luke Callahan, “If you ever touch me again, I love you, too,” he said, white-faced but steady.

The labor was long and difficult, testing Evelyn’s endurance as thoroughly as any desert survival.

Luke stayed throughout, letting her crush his hand, wiping her forehead, whispering encouragement when she wanted to give up.

“I can’t,” she sobbed after hours of pain.

“Luke, I can’t.

” “Yes, you can.

” His voice was fierce with faith.

You’re Evelyn Monroe Callahan.

You face down corrupt judges and rattlesnakes and me at my worst.

You can do this.

I’m scared.

So am I.

But we’re together.

That’s all that matters.

When their daughter finally arrived, screaming and perfect and absolutely everything.

Luke wept openly.

No shame in his tears.

She’s beautiful, he breathed, cradling the tiny bundle with hands that had dealt so much death now holding new life.

God, Evelyn, look what we made.

Sarah, Evelyn said softly.

I’d like to call her Sarah if Luke’s tears came harder.

Sarah Hope Callahan for the past and the future.

Sarah Hope.

Evelyn agreed, touching their daughter’s downy head.

our miracle.

They brought her home to find the entire town had conspired to prepare the nursery, filling it with handsewn blankets, carved toys, and enough good wishes to last a lifetime.

“Seems she’s got herself a whole town of aunts and uncles,” Luke observed, watching their neighbors celebrate in the street.

“Good,” Evelyn said firmly.

“She’ll need them all.

” As night fell on their first day as a family of three, they sat on their porch, so different from that ramshackle cabin where they’d started.

Sarah slept in Luke’s arms while Evelyn leaned against his shoulder.

Both of them marveling at how far they’d come.

“Any regrets?” Luke asked, echoing their old ritual.

“Not one,” [clears throat] Evelyn replied.

“You only that it took so long to find you.

We found each other when we needed to.

She said, “That’s what matters.

” In the distance, coyotes called to the rising moon, their song wild and free.

But here, in this small circle of light and love, two broken people had built something whole, something worth fighting for, something worth living for.

“I love you, Mr.s.

Callahan.

” Luke whispered against her hair.

“I love you, too, Mr. Callahan.

” She smiled at their sleeping daughter.

both of you forever.

And in the vast desert night, under stars that had witnessed so much pain and triumph, the Callahan family began their next chapter, not with guns or courtrooms, but with lullabibis and promises and the quiet certainty that love in the end conquers all.

The future stretched before them, bright with possibility.

There would be challenges.

There always were in the territory, but they would face them as they had everything else together.

In the morning, Evelyn would return to her courtroom, rendering justice with a baby at her breast if necessary.

Luke would keep the peace, his reputation gentled by fatherhood, but no less effective.

Sarah would grow up strong and loved, surrounded by the strangest, best family the frontier had ever seen.

But tonight, they simply held each other.

Three hearts beating as one.

Proof that sometimes the most beautiful endings are actually beginnings in disguise.

And somewhere in the desert, the ghost of Judge Theodore Monroe smiled and faded into starlight.

His daughter’s happiness, the only justice he’d ever really wanted.

Thank you so much for listening to this Wild West love story.

I hope Evelyn and Luke’s journey touched your heart as much as it touched mine while sharing it.

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