Part of me was weary about staying in the cottage that night. I considered reaching out to Silas but bit back. I wasn’t sure what would become of us. Liz took the guest room, and I took my room. She and I finished everything that I wanted to get done. I moved most of the crucial things to the basement and locked it all up in a safe. After the break-in, it seemed like the right thing to do.

I lay in bed awake and stared at the ceiling. Things in Deadwood seemed far more complicated ...