I'll stand by you, no matter what happens." To her surprise and hurt, Steven shook his head. "No. You're going to Whitneyville, not Louisiana. Until I've cleared my name, I won't have anything to offer you. Besides, what if I'm convicted, and I'm not there to protect you from Macon?" A chill travelled down Emma's spine, for she knew Steven could just as easily hang as be acquitted, given the fact that his adversary was Macon, a determined man bent on revenge. "If you don't take me with you," she said, "I will follow you to New Orleans, and if you don't believe me, just wait and see. I won't be left behind, Steven." A muscle in his jaw bunched in suppressed anger; Steven knew Emma meant what she said. "All right, then, we'll compromise. We'll be married when we get to Spokane. That'll give you some protection against Macon, but remember this, Emma-if they hang me, don't wait around for the funeral. Macon wasn't bluffing-the minute the life goes out of me, he'll take you to bed, whether you want to go or not." Emma was bruised inside. She was in love, really and truly in love, for the first time in her life. And her marriage might last no longer than a murder trial. Her eyes filled with tears. She embraced Steven even more tightly and looked up into his face. "There'll be no funeral, Mr. Fairfax," she said fiercely. "At least, not for forty or fifty years." He kissed her forehead. "Promise me you'll leave New Orleans the same day, if the verdict goes against us. I have to know that you won't even go back to Fairhaven for your things, Emma. Do I have your word?" She nodded, albeit grudgingly. "We're going to win," she insisted. "I'm staking everything on that," Steven replied. And then he kissed Emma thoroughly, and she wanted him to make love to her, right there where they stood.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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