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“Miss Sarris, keep your money. Your brother gambled and lost. That is the end of it.”
Luke entered the stagecoach and closed the door behind him. Emma stared at the empty space he had occupied. It took a moment for her initial shock to convert to anger. With fists curled, she marched to the coach and opened the door. The old woman with the plumed hat gave her an irritated look. Beside her, a wiry man close to her father's age, wiped sweat from his reddened neck. Emma realized the woman's uncompromising rotundity had blocked him from view earlier. Mr. Reinhardt sat on the leather-upholstered seat facing the disparate couple. Apparently engrossed by the newspaper in his hand, he failed to glance in Emma's direction.
“Mr. Reinhardt, I assure you, you will be adequately compensated.”
He raised the paper higher to conceal his face. “It's not for sale, Miss Sarris.”
“Young lady, we need to be going,” the old woman said with a cluck of her tongue.
Nibbling her bottom lip, Emma saw the driver emerge from the hotel and climb into his seat. He grabbed the reins. Panic mushroomed in her belly. In a matter of minutes, her brooch would be lost to her. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Without a second thought, she ran to the front of the stage. “Sir, I'll just be a moment.”
“You gettin' on little lady?” the driver asked between bites of tobacco.
Emma nodded and dashed into the hotel. The clerk at the counter informed her the stage was headed to Santa Fe. That gave her plenty of time to talk Mr. Reinhardt into returning her brooch. After purchasing roundtrip tickets, she ran back to the waiting coach.
“No bags?” the drivers asked her.
“No.”
Gathering her flouncing skirts, she climbed on board and took a seat beside Mr. Reinhardt.
“Miss Sarris, what do you think you're doing?” he asked, a mixture of surprise and amusement glimmered in his blue eyes.
“What does it look like, sir?” Emma arranged her skirts, ran a hand over her hair. “I will not leave your side, Mr. Reinhardt, until you return what belongs to me.”