Her emotions were still too raw where Jess was concerned to see him again. If her life wasn't so complicated or Jess so secretive about his past, their future together wouldn't look so bleak. Pushing thoughts of Jess from her mind, Meg drew rein in front of the sheriff's office and dismounted. She had important business to conduct today and couldn't afford to let her mind wander. The sheriff looked up from the document he was perusing and smiled at Meg as she entered the office and closed the door behind her. "Howdy, Miss Lincoln. I reckon I know why you're here." "Hello, Sheriff Bufford. Anything new come in lately?" "Got a new batch of posters in yesterday. Haven't had a chance to look at them yet. I heard your last venture nearly cost you your life. Why don't you retire and let someone else go haring off after outlaws?" "Not you, too, sheriff," Meg vented. "You're not going to side with those people who think I should stay home and take up sewing, are you?" "You've got plenty of guts, Meg, and lots of savvy, but sometimes it takes more than guts and savvy to bring in a dangerous outlaw.
