The Heart Of A Hero
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Emma, from the Walker Mercantile, took the chair. “I don’t know much about Jess since he left Walker years ago, except what I heard around town. And that story of how he disgraced that young woman down in Galveston, then refused to marry her really upset me.”
“Tell the judge about Jimmy,” Buck instructed.
“Oh, yes, that.” Emma cleared her throat uncomfortably. “The child refuses to speak, Your Honor. But Jess had him in my store bribing him with licorice to get him to talk. I just didn’t think that was right.”
The judge grunted and jotted a note on the papers in front of him. “Anybody else?”
Lottie Myers took the stand next. “Little Maggie goes to school with my Mary Beth. They’re good friends. Well, it seems Mr. Logan lets the children eat whatever they want for supper. One night all they had was cookies. And that poor child’s hair is a snarl of tangles. Cassie used to keep it so pretty. But it looks like no one is tending to her now.”
Jess’s chest tightened as Lottie stepped down. Nosy busybodies. They didn’t know what the hell they were talking about—any of them. His anger and hatred for the people of Walker grew.
Reverend Sullivan spoke next. He, at least, had the decency to offer Jess an apologetic look.
“No, Mr. Logan hasn’t brought the children to church or to Bible study. But I figured it was just a matter of him getting settled here in town.”
“Thank you, Reverend.” Sheriff Neville turned to the crowd again. “Mrs. Wakefield?”
Sarah’s heart rose in her throat as she made her way to the front of the room. Settling into the chair she chanced a look at Jess. He appeared composed, maybe even at ease. But Sarah saw the tic in his cheek, the tightness in his jaw, the blue of his eyes harden to cold, steely gray. The people of Walker were going to take the children away from him. She knew it. And it was obvious to her that Jess knew it, too.
Judge Flinn consulted his papers. “You’re the schoolmarm here in Walker. Just moved here. Is that right, Mrs. Wakefield?”
“Yes, Your Honor.” Her voice was a tight whisper.
“Speak up, ma’am.” The judge whipped off his spectacles. “What have you observed about Mr. Logan, the children, and their living conditions?”
She glanced at Jess, then cleared her throat. “Admittedly, Mr. Logan isn’t the best housekeeper I’ve ever met. And, too, there’ve been times when Maggie’s lunch could have been better. But Maggie is very happy, Your Honor. She speaks highly of her uncle. He helps her with her reading, and tells the children stories every night at bedtime. He’s very affectionate with them.”
The judge peered down his long nose at her. “Is that so?”
“Yes, Your Honor. And it’s true that Jimmy won’t talk, but that problem existed before Mr. Logan even got to town. I don’t know why he would have come here in the first place if he wasn’t interested in their well-being. He seems to genuinely care for the children. They care for him, too. And isn’t love just as important as proper meals and clean clothes?”
The courtroom fell silent. Sarah felt every gaze in the room boring into her as she took her seat again.
Jess heard his heart pounding in his ears as Judge Flinn settled his spectacles on his nose once more and looked down at him. He rose to his feet.
“Seeing as how you’re the children’s only blood kin, the court will give you time to prove you can take proper care of them. But you see here, Logan, I don’t like you and I sure as hell don’t like what happened in Kingston. I’ll be back next month, and if I hear that you’ve as much as spit downwind in this town, I’ll give those children to somebody else. Understand?”
Jess gave him a curt nod. “I got it.”
The judge pounded his gavel. “Next case!”
The crowd grumbled and headed for the door. Sarah pushed her way outside, anxious for some fresh air. On the boardwalk, Alma Garrette caught her arm.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourself. The judge would have given those children a proper home if it hadn’t been for you.”
Sarah’s breath caught. “I told the truth, Mrs. Garrette. That’s all.”
“The truth? You don’t know the truth.” Alma leaned closer, her eyes narrowed. “The truth is that Jess Logan gunned down the sheriff over in Kingston. Shot him in cold blood. And went to prison for it, too. Now, do you still think he’s the kind of man who ought to raise two small children? Do you?”
Breath left Sarah’s lungs in a single huff. Passersby on the boardwalk glared at her. She heard someone mumble her name.
Alma tossed her head. “The judge will be back in a month. You’d better think long and hard about what you say next time.”
Sarah stumbled away, her mind racing. Prison? Jess had been in prison? He’d shot a lawman—in cold blood?
She wrung her hands as she hurried down the boardwalk. Why had she gotten involved? She should have refused to testify. She should have kept to herself. She’d broken the vow she’d made and now look at what had happened. The town was turning against her. She could lose her job. And all because of Jess Logan.
He should have told her about his past He should have known what she’d say in front of the judge. But he hadn’t opened his mouth. He’d let her stick out her neck, all for his own good.
Anger rose in her throat, pulling her heart with it.
Jess stepped out in front of her at the comer of the bank. He was mad, too.
“Bastards.” He flung his hand toward the crowd of people still filing out of the courthouse. “Nosy hypocrites. I’m not living my life to suit them—any of them. And if they think I’m going to kiss their butts just to keep those kids, they can all think again.”
Sarah rounded on him, fury roiling in her. “Oh, is that right? You listen to me, Mr. Jess Logan. They’ll take those children away from you in a heartbeat—and enjoy doing it. Don’t think they won’t. So if you really care about your sister’s memory, if you really want what’s best for Maggie and Jimmy, then I suggest you pucker up.”
Sarah whipped around and stalked away.
While she’d have preferred to bury her head under her pillow and never show her face in town again, Sarah met Dwight Rutledge at the Blue Jay Caf'e for supper, as she’d promised. Dwight, at least, was respectable company. Being seen with him couldn’t hurt.