CHAPTER XLII
A WALK IN THE PARK
June was the first to speak. “So you’re here. You didn’t get away.”
“I’m here,” Houck growled. “No chance for a getaway. I ran out the back door of the bank an’ ducked into the hotel. This was the first door I come to, an’ I headed in.”
She was not afraid of him. The power he had once held over her was gone forever. The girl had found resources within herself that refused him dominance. He was what he always had been, but she had changed. Her vision was clearer. A game and resourceful bully he might be, but she knew one quiet youth of a far finer courage.
“They’re lookin’ for you along the river,” she said.
The muscles of his jaw hardened. “They’d better hope they don’t find me, some of ’em,” he bragged.
“So had you,” she said significantly.
He took her meaning instantly. The temper of Bear Cat was on edge for a lynching. “Did they die, either o’ those fellows I shot?” the bandit demanded.