A chill crept over Grace’s thin frame, her eyes widening and looking at the sheriff in shock and disbelief. How did a body just up and leave when it was supposedly dead prior? That just did not make sense, but it made her slightly curious, and terrified. As several of those on the street walked into the sheriff’s office she followed, but not before casting her father and Johnathan a look and wave that told them to go on without her. Both cast her a strange look, having been far enough away that they had not caught the full brink of the conversation, but knowing she could fend for herself they headed off into the saloon for a drink.
Grace was at the back of the group as she stepped into the back room. She paused just inside the doorway, her gaze shifting over the room as if she expected to be able to find something the others hadn’t. All she saw though was an empty room and several drops of blood.
Brown eyes shot over to the Sioux woman as she spoke, her mouth going dry as she explained what she believed was going on.
When the sheriff went to leave Grace stepped out of his way, but did not leave. She glanced at the other inhabitants of the room, stopping on Ashtar for a moment as he started to speak in a cryptic manner, before going back to the woman and the other man. The woman seemed as if this was an everyday occurrence in her life. At her inquiry she looked over to the man she was asking all her questions.
A smirk pulled at Grace’s lips. “I think it would be wise if you answered her.”