Duffel Bags And Drownings Page 12
Perhaps if she’d thought faster she could have talked them out of leaving her here like this. If only she’d had more time to speak with them, question them, she surely could have understood them better. And with understanding came communication and, eventually, agreement—or so her father always said.
Maggie’s heart sank. Still, that wasn’t her biggest blunder today. She should have paid better attention to the outlaws. Studied their technique. After all, she wasn’t that much different from them.
Not considering that she’d traveled all the way from New York, bound for the town of Marlow, Colorado, for the sole purpose of pulling off the most daring deed humanity had ever witnessed.
