Chapter Three-Sheriff's daughter-Montana, 1862

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Anna Deans sat in the stage coach.

She wore a blue gown, a silver petticoat, and long sleeves that covered her slim arms. Her breasts were covered up, letting her to be lady-like, (unlike some of the other ladies in town, namely prostitutes who flaunted their wares in the streets, or were in jail); her silver boots were expensive, and free from dust.

By ten o'clock am, on Monday, August 6, 1862, Margaret Deans, Anna's forty year old Mother, glanced at the coachman.

"We're stopping. What is the hold-up, Giles?", she asked.

"Sorry, Ma'am. But there's reports of highway men robbing people. The bank was held up, some people died. And an outlaw escaped", Giles answered.

"Escaped. Who escaped?".

"Lane".

"Lane. The farmer. He drinks too much scotch".

"The Sheriff has a five hundred dollar wanted sign out for him".


Anna watched her Mother speak.

"But how can a man be a criminal, if he hasn't committed any crime".

"Anna!", Margaret Deans yelled at her daughter.

"How can he be arrested...?".


"Lane was protecting another drifter. He's gone now. We'll be safe from robbery. Tonight will be freezing near the mountains".

Gilles yanked at the horses' reigns with his gloved hands, as the darkness begun to descend on the ranches.

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