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SARAH JANE HAD SEEN the doubts spring into Titus’s blue eyes as soon as she’d mentioned rustlers. It made the most sense to her that he’d been riding ahead of a cow outfit, and rustlers had shot him.
It was also obvious that he was now thinking the worst of himself.
If in fact he had been rustling cows, and she couldn’t see him in that light, he had changed. He was now helping to uphold the law and based on what he’d told her about his friend Jed, she couldn’t imagine a rustler being so dedicated.
She had thought that her revelation would have given him peace, but instead it had brought more worry.
I should have kept my mouth shut. She mentally chided herself as she placed her basket on a counter in the kitchen only taking out enough for her family’s use.
How was she to help Titus figure out who he was if he was constantly going to doubt that he was a good man?
“I’ll go feed the stock,” Titus said as they made their way back toward the house she occupied. “I’ll be in for breakfast.”
Sarah Jane stopped watching Titus walk away. She regretted her impetuous outburst earlier, but it was done now.
One way or another she would help Titus figure out who he was, and where he came from. There had to be a way if they could just find it.
Titus walked to the barn his heart heavy. Sarah Jane had been right. It was possible that he’d been working with a cattle crew, and they’d been troubled by rustlers, but there was also the possibility that he’d been on the wrong side of the law.
Stepping into the barn Titus walked over to the old mule and smiled, “I do wish you could talk,” he said. The mule stuck his head over his stall rail and nipped at Titus playfully hoping for a treat.
Titus patted the animal’s neck then went to the grain bin traveling down the line to feed each horse, mule, or donkey. “We’re gonna figure this out Buster,” he mused as he scooped a measure into the mule’s trough.
“One way or another, we’ll figure it out.”
