Uneven footsteps shuffled across the street behind Daniel, scuffing up puffs of dust when they stopped at his right side.
“Give the child to me, Marshal.” The voice, pitched low and even, carried a request, not a demand.
“I won’t hurt her. I swear.”
Daniel canted his gaze toward the claw-thin hands reaching for Marigold. Sadness muddled with guilt stared back from Virgil’s eyes.
“She’s my flesh and blood.”
Written Fireside: Be Mine, Marshal