“Me? I just hope to walk away from here alive.”
The woman glared at him. Then without another word she stepped back, away from the mirror, and her reflection disappeared from Ramses’ view. He heard the front door open then shut. After waiting cautiously for a few moments, Ramses lowered his arms.
How could she know about the General and John Osborne, he wondered, and yet be so clueless as to the details? Thankfully, she’d readily accepted his misdirection, though he wasn’t sure he’d made the correct play. The General wanted Osborne alive … what did that woman want?
There’s nothing I can do now, Ramses realized. Whatever she had come looking for, he’d just made it John Osborne’s problem.
Chapter 21
Some people in this world don’t know what do to with themselves, Aristotle thought. Watching John in Franco’s Saloon was like watching a gray wolf try to play with two Yorkshire Terriers. It just couldn’t work. Yet she had decided to let him go; to give him a chance.
If indeed he was out causing trouble — and tangled up with the General, no less — that was on her conscience now. Her mission was to find the General himself, but that would have to wait. She was off to find out if what that soldier had said about John was true.
Her feet carried her north through the woods, toward Ontario Highway 11. From there she’d head east to Mallard Island. If John was still a free agent, maybe she could swing him to her side. But if he was in league with the General?
Aristotle looked down, glancing at the handcrafted revolver that rested in her holster. Could she best John Osborne in a shootout?
She hoped she wouldn’t have to find out.