Grimacing with displeasure, the Irishman snorted and shook his head. “Earlier, I obtained your names and addresses from the telegraph operator who wired you your wedding invitations. After we lynch you, I’m going to send some men back east to find and kill all of your loved ones.” Nauseated, Dicky thought of his sisters in Connecticut whom he had just doomed with his gamble for freedom. Now that Quinlan knew the name Richard Sterling, these women would be very easy to locate. For the first time since the night of the massacre in Rope’s End, Dicky saw terror shine in the eyes of Oswell Danford.
The fool should have let Dickey kill Quinlan no matter the immediate consequences.
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