Jess gave him a curt nod. “I got it.”

The judge pounded his gavel. “Next case!”

The crowd grumbled and headed for the door. Sarah pushed her way outside, anxious for some fresh air. On the boardwalk, Alma Garrette caught her arm.

“I hope you’re pleased with yourself. The judge would have given those children a proper home if it hadn’t been for you.”

Sarah’s breath caught. “I told the truth, Mrs. Garrette. That’s all.”

“The truth? You don’t know the truth.” Alma leaned closer, her eyes narrowed. “The truth is that Jess Logan gunned down the sheriff over in Kingston. Shot him in cold blood. And went to prison for it, too. Now, do you still think he’s the kind of man who ought to raise two small children? Do you?”

Breath left Sarah’s lungs in a single huff. Passersby on the boardwalk glared at her. She heard someone mumble her name.

Alma tossed her head. “The judge will be back in a month. You’d better think long and hard about what you say next time.”

Sarah stumbled away, her mind racing. Prison? Jess had been in prison? He’d shot a lawman—in cold blood?

She wrung her hands as she hurried down the boardwalk. Why had she gotten involved? She should have refused to testify. She should have kept to herself. She’d broken the vow she’d made and now look at what had happened. The town was turning against her. She could lose her job. And all because of Jess Logan.

He should have told her about his past He should have known what she’d say in front of the judge. But he hadn’t opened his mouth. He’d let her stick out her neck, all for his own good.

Anger rose in her throat, pulling her heart with it.

Jess stepped out in front of her at the comer of the bank. He was mad, too.

“Bastards.” He flung his hand toward the crowd of people still filing out of the courthouse. “Nosy hypocrites. I’m not living my life to suit them—any of them. And if they think I’m going to kiss their butts just to keep those kids, they can all think again.”

Sarah rounded on him, fury roiling in her. “Oh, is that right? You listen to me, Mr. Jess Logan. They’ll take those children away from you in a heartbeat—and enjoy doing it. Don’t think they won’t. So if you really care about your sister’s memory, if you really want what’s best for Maggie and Jimmy, then I suggest you pucker up.”

Sarah whipped around and stalked away.

While she’d have preferred to bury her head under her pillow and never show her face in town again, Sarah met Dwight Rutledge at the Blue Jay Caf'e for supper, as she’d promised. Dwight, at least, was respectable company. Being seen with him couldn’t hurt.

“Quite the doings in court today.” Dwight settled back in his chair across from her.

“Were you there? I didn’t see you.” Maybe now he wouldn’t want to be seen with her. Sarah’s stomach soured. Goodness, what had she gotten herself into?

“I think it was a good thing you did, speaking out like that.” Dwight nodded emphatically, then grinned slowly. “I didn’t realize you had such strong feelings about children and...love.”

She wished he’d stop looking at her that way. “I told the truth. That’s all. Of course, I’m not sure everyone else in town feels the same way as you.”

Dwight reached across the table and laid his big hand over hers. “You did the right thing. It shows integrity. I like that in a woman.”

“Thank you.” She eased her hand away, wondering if the rest of the town would see her single-handed influence on the judge in such a favorable light.

Kirby Sullivan stopped by their table to take their supper order. “I heard what happened at the courthouse this afternoon. I’m glad Jess got another chance.”

Relieved that not everyone had turned on her, Sarah sighed. “I hope it works out for him.” But in her heart, she didn’t see how it could. Not with the way Jess felt about the townspeople.

Dwight ordered steaks for them both and talked about his business straight through to dessert. The sun was slipping toward the horizon, painting the sky a gorgeous blue as they stepped out onto the boardwalk.

“Let me show you my store while we’re in town.” Dwight tugged proudly on his vest. “Doing quite well, if I say so myself.”

A look at Walker Feed and Grain was only marginally more appealing than spending another evening alone at her house, so Sarah agreed. They walked, Dwight pointing out places he considered interesting. Shops and businesses had closed and the boardwalk at this end of town was nearly empty. Seeing Megan Neville was a surprise.

“Oh! Hello, Mrs. Wakefield.” Megan touched her brown hair and smoothed her skirt, seeming as surprised as anyone at the chance meeting.

“Hello, Megan.”

“What brings you down here at this hour?” Dwight frowned at her. “Mighty late to be out and about. Does your pa know you’re here?”

She glanced nervously at him, then back at Sarah. “Actually, I—I’m looking for Papa. Have you seen him?”

“Is something wrong?” Sarah asked.

“No. No, nothing. Nothing at all. I’d better go.” Megan hurried away.