QUOTE : I think I’ll find my own way from here, Marshal Caradon.” Slater started to say something, but one look from Caradon silenced him. “The jail’s just ahead, ma’am. If you’ll walk with me there, I’d like to see you home. Or to wherever it is you’re going.” “That’s most kind of you, Marshal, but not necessary. I’m sure I’ll be able to protec—” “Thank you for agreeing to let me do this.” His tone held finality, and he gave her a look she couldn’t quite interpret. “It’s the least I can do, after your kindness.” She stared, wondering if he’d misunderstood her. But the faint challenge in his eyes said he hadn’t. He’d overruled her— nicely—but he’d still overruled her. And she didn’t like it, nor was she accustomed to it. “Again, sir . . . your offer is generous, but I’m perfectly comfortable with—” “I won’t be long.” He touched the brim of his hat. “Thank you, ma’am.” Slater snickered. “I think the lady’s trying to tell you to—” Caradon gripped the man’s upper arm, and Slater fell silent again. They started down the darkened street. After a few paces, Caradon glanced back. McKenna hadn’t moved. “Please, ma’am.” His tone held an entreating quality it hadn’t before. “I’d appreciate the opportunity to see you home. Safely,” he added, gesturing discreetly toward Slater, whose back was turned. Not understanding how someone who was going to jail could possibly be of harm to her, she opened her mouth to protest again when Caradon raised a forefinger to his lips. Reluctantly, she followed him, feeling foolish for doing so and angry at herself for relenting.