Ezekiel Marsh stood at the altar next to
the heaviest woman he’d ever seen,
knowing he’d just traded his dignity for
a single cow. But when Adelaide Quinn
locked the bedroom door that night, he
realized he had no idea what he’d
actually agreed to. The drought had been
merciless. 3 months without rain, and
Ezekiel’s cattle had withered to skin
and bone before dying one by one. His
ranch, once proud with a hundred head of
cattle, now held nothing but cracked
earth and broken dreams. The bank notice
still crumpled in his pocket, reminded
him that he had 30 days before losing
everything his father had built. That’s
when Cornelius Slade had made his offer.
“Marry my daughter, Adelaide, and I’ll
give you the finest breeding cow in the
territory,” Slade had said, his gold
teeth glinting in the saloon’s dim
light. “She’s not much to look at, but
she’s got a good heart, and you need
cattle more than you need pride.”
Ezekiel had stared into his empty
whiskey glass, feeling the eyes of every
man in the saloon burning into his back.
They all knew his situation. They all
knew he was desperate enough to consider
anything. She’s willing, Ezekiel had
asked quietly. She’s 26 and unmarried.
She knows her options. Slade’s laugh was
cruel. Besides, what choice do either of
you have now? Standing in the small
wooden church, Ezekiel glanced sideways
at Adelaide. She wore a simple brown
dress that strained at the seams. Her
dark hair pulled back severely. Her face
was round and soft, but her eyes her
eyes held something he couldn’t quite
read. Not shame, not resignation,
something sharper. The preacher’s words
blurred together as Ezekiel thought
about the cow waiting in Slade’s barn. A
holstein, fat and healthy, worth more
than everything Ezekiel owned combined.
It would be the foundation for
rebuilding his herd. The difference
between survival and losing the land
that bore his family name. I do,
Adelaide said firmly when prompted, her
voice stronger than Ezekiel expected,
his own voice caught in his throat. I
do. The ring was too small for
Adelaide’s finger, but she forced it on
anyway. When the preacher declared them
married, she looked directly at Ezekiel
for the first time all day. That strange
look in her eyes was still there, but
now it seemed almost amused. The
reception was small and awkward. Slate’s
hired hands ate quickly and left. The
few neighbors who attended whispered
among themselves, stealing glances at
the unlikely couple. Ezekiel
mechanically accepted congratulations
that felt more like condolences. As
evening approached, Adelaide quietly
gathered her few belongings. She had
only a single worn carpet bag and a
leatherbound book she clutched tightly.
When it was time to leave for Ezekiel’s
ranch, she climbed onto the wagon
without assistance, her weight making
the springs groan. The ride to his ranch
was silent except for the creek of
wheels and the distant howl of coyotes.
Ezekiel kept thinking about the cow,
about the chance to start over, about
the price he’d just paid for survival.
But when they reached his small cabin
and Adelaide walked straight to the
bedroom, something in her posture
changed. She moved with purpose, not
resignation. That’s when she turned the
key in the lock, trapping them both
inside, and Ezekiel realized this night
would be nothing like he’d imagined.
Ezekiel stared at the locked door, his
hand frozen on the handle. The small
bedroom felt like a trap now with
Adelaide standing between him and the
only exit. The single candle on the
nightstand cast dancing shadows across
her face, making her expression
unreadable. “What are you doing?” he
asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Adelaide didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she walked to the window and
pulled the curtain shut, blocking out
the moonlight. When she turned back to
face him, something in her posture had
shifted completely. The submissive woman
from the church was gone. “Sit down,”
she said firmly. Ezekiel felt a chill
run down his spine. “Adtel, unlock that
door right now. My name isn’t Adelaide.”
She opened her carpet bag and pulled out
a thick roll of papers. “And I’m not
Cornelius Slade’s daughter.” The words
hit Ezekiel like a physical blow. He
sank onto the bed’s edge, staring at
her. What? My real name is Catherine
Walsh. Adelaide Quinn died of fever 2
years ago. She unrolled the papers on
the small table. Slade needed someone to
take her place for this marriage.
Someone desperate enough to play the
part. Ezekiel’s mind raced. That’s
impossible. Why would you? Because Slade
owes me something far more valuable than
a cow. Catherine’s voice was ice cold.
My father owned the water rights to
Creek Canyon. Slade murdered him for
them three years ago. Made it look like
a riding accident. The room seemed to
spin around Ezekiel. You’re lying. I
have the proof right here. She tapped
the papers. Witnesses who saw Slade
tamper with my father’s saddle. Bank
records showing he forged the water
rights transfer. Everything I need to
destroy him. Ezekiel stood up slowly,
his legs unsteady. Then why marry me?
Why this charade? Because Slate is
paranoid. He keeps armed guards around
him constantly. Never goes anywhere
alone. Catherine moved closer, her eyes
intense. But tonight, thinking his
problem daughter is safely married off,
he’ll be celebrating at Murphy’s saloon.
Drinking vulnerable problem daughter.
Adelaide was going to expose him. She
found out about my father’s murder and
threatened to go to the territorial
marshall. Catherine’s voice softened
slightly. Slade had her poisoned. made
it look like fever. Ezekiel felt sick.
And you think I’m going to help you kill
him? I don’t need your help killing him.
Catherine reached into her carpet bag
again and pulled out a small glass vial
filled with clear liquid. I need your
help making sure he pays for what he’s
done. The sight of the vial made
Ezekiel’s blood run cold. Catherine,
whatever you’re planning, justice,
Ezekiel, I’m planning justice. She
tucked the vial into her dress pocket.
Slade murdered two people and stole
everything. my family owned. Tonight he
pays. Ezekiel moved toward the door
again. I won’t be part of this madness.
You already are. Catherine smiled, but
there was no warmth in it. You’re
married to his daughter. Remember, when
they find his body tomorrow morning,
you’ll be the first person they suspect.
After all, everyone knows how desperate
you were. The trap was perfect. And
Ezekiel finally understood why Catherine
had looked so amused during the
ceremony. She hadn’t been marrying him.
She’d been framing him. But what she
didn’t know was that Ezekiel had secrets
of his own. And when she unlocked that
door to leave for Slade’s murder, she
was going to discover that her perfect
plan had one fatal flaw. Ezekiel watched
Catherine check the small vial one more
time, her fingers steady despite the
magnitude of what she was planning. She
had no idea that he’d been expecting
this moment for months. Not this exact
scenario, but something like it. But
something that would finally give him
the chance to settle his own score with
Cornelius Slade. You’re making a
mistake, Ezekiel said quietly. The only
mistake I made was trusting that you’d
understand. Catherine moved toward the
door, key in hand. Stay here. When they
come asking questions tomorrow, tell
them your wife went to visit her father
one last time before starting her new
life. Catherine, wait. Ezekiel’s voice
was calm, almost gentle. Before you go,
there’s something you should know about
that vial. She froze, her hand on the
key. What? It’s not poison. Ezekiel sat
back down on the bed, suddenly looking
more relaxed than he had all evening.
It’s colored water with a bit of salt.
The color drained from Catherine’s face.
That’s impossible. I bought it from the
medicine man in tombstone. He guaranteed
it would kill a man in minutes. The
medicine man works for me. Ezekiel
smiled for the first time since the
ceremony. Has for 6 months now. Ever
since I started tracking down everyone
who wanted Slade dead. Catherine’s hand
trembled as she pulled the vial from her
pocket, staring at it in disbelief.
You’ve been watching me. You’re not the
only one Slade destroyed. Catherine, the
difference is I’ve been patient. I’ve
been planning. Ezekiel stood up slowly.
That cow he gave me as your dowy. It
belonged to my family before the
drought. Slade bought my debt from the
bank and foreclosed early, then had his
men steal my cattle in the night. Then
why stop me? Why not let me kill him?
Because hanging him would be too quick.
Ezekiel walked to the window and looked
out toward town. I want him to lose
everything slowly, the way he made us
lose everything. His land, his cattle,
his reputation. I want him to die a
broken man. Catherine clutched the
useless vial. Her perfect plan crumbling
around her. The papers, the witnesses,
they’re real. I know. I’ve been
collecting evidence against Slade for
months. Your father’s murder was just
one of many crimes. Ezekiel turned back
to her. The territorial marshall is
already on his way. Should arrive
tomorrow morning with federal warrants.
You used me, Catherine whispered. We
used each other. The difference is my
plan doesn’t end with either of us
swinging from a rope. Ezekiel unlocked
the door. Slade’s reign ends tomorrow,
but it ends legally. Catherine sank into
the chair, the weight of her failed
revenge crushing down on her. But as
Ezekiel opened the door, the sound of
horses approaching fast made them both
freeze. “They’re coming for us,”
Catherine breathed. Ezekiel’s confidence
vanished as he recognized the riders.
Slade’s men, armed and riding hard
toward the cabin. Someone had betrayed
them both, and now their carefully laid
plans meant nothing. Tonight wasn’t
going to end with justice or revenge.
Tonight was going to end with blood. The
thunder of hooves grew louder as Ezekiel
blew out the candle, plunging the
bedroom into darkness. Through the
window, he could see torches bobbing in
the distance, at least six riders coming
fast. Catherine grabbed his arm, her
breath shallow with panic. How did they
know? she whispered. Ezekiel’s mind
raced through the possibilities. Someone
had told Slate about Catherine’s real
identity, about the fake marriage, about
everything. But who? The medicine man
was loyal, bought and paid for. The few
people who knew about his investigation
were trustworthy. Unless the preacher,
Ezekiel breathed. Slade owns him.
Catherine’s grip tightened. What do we
do? The root seller. It’s hidden under
the kitchen floorboards. Ezekiel grabbed
his rifle from beside the bed. You take
the evidence and hide. No matter what
happens, don’t come out until morning.
What about you? I’m going to give them
what they came for. Ezekiel checked his
rifle, knowing he had six shots against
six men. Not good odds, but he’d faced
worse during the war. They want to
fight, they’ll get one. Catherine
clutched the papers to her chest.
Ezekiel, those men will kill you. Maybe,
but if I run now, Slade wins everything.
Your father stays dead and unavvenged.
My family’s land stays stolen.
Adelaide’s murder goes unpunished. He
looked at her in the darkness. I won’t
let that happen. The horses were close
enough now that they could hear Slade’s
voice shouting orders. Catherine kissed
Ezekiel’s cheek quickly, then slipped
out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
Ezekiel waited until he heard the cellar
door close before moving to the front
window. Slade sat on his horse in the
yard, torch held high, his face twisted
with rage. Five armed men flanked him,
rifles ready. In the flickering light,
Ezekiel could see that one of them was
the territorial marshall himself, the
man who was supposed to arrest Slade
tomorrow morning. Ezekiel Marsh. Slade’s
voice boomed across the yard. I know
what you’ve been planning. Come out now,
and we might let you live long enough to
stand trial. Ezekiel stepped onto his
porch, rifle lowered but ready. Evening,
Cornelius, congratulations on the
wedding. Your daughter’s quite
something. Slade’s laugh was ugly. That
fat cow isn’t my daughter and you know
it. Where’s Catherine Walsh? Never heard
of her. Ezekiel kept his voice steady.
My wife Adelaide went to bed early. Ed.
Long day, you understand. Stop playing
games. The marshall spurred his horse
forward, badge glinting in the torch
light. We know Catherine Walsh killed
the real Adelaide Quinn. 2 years ago. We
know she’s been planning to murder Mr.
Slade, and we know you’ve been helping
her. The betrayal hit Ezekiel like a
physical blow. The marshall wasn’t
coming to arrest Slade. He was working
with him. Every piece of evidence
Ezekiel had gathered. Every witness he’d
found. Every careful plan he’d made over
the past 6 months had been reported
directly to the man he was trying to
destroy. “You’re all on his payroll,”
Ezekiel said quietly. Smart man, Slade
dismounted, pulling his own rifle. Did
you really think you could outsmart me?
I’ve owned this territory for 20 years.
I know about every move before it’s
made. But as Slade stepped closer,
confident in his victory, he made the
same mistake he’d made with Catherine’s
father. He underestimated the
desperation of a man with nothing left
to lose. Ezekiel raised his rifle as
Slade approached, but he wasn’t aiming
at the man who’ destroyed his life.
Instead, he pointed the barrel directly
at the torch in Slade’s hand. One shot
and the yard would plunge into darkness,
giving him the advantage he needed. “You
made one mistake, Cornelius,” Ezekiel
said, finger on the trigger. “What’s
that? You assumed I was planning to
fight fair,” Ezekiel fired, and the
torch exploded in a shower of sparks.
The burning oil splattered across
Slade’s shirt, sending him stumbling
backward, beating at the flames. In the
chaos and darkness, Ezekiel dove behind
the water trough. The corrupt marshall
shouted orders, but before anyone could
react, the thunder of approaching horses
filled the air. Different horses,
federal horses. The real territorial
marshall arrived with six federal
deputies. Their badges gleaming in the
moonlight. “Drop your weapons,” Marshall
Hayes commanded, his voice carrying
absolute authority. “This is a federal
investigation.” The corrupt marshall
who’d been working with Slade tried to
run, but Catherine stepped out of the
cabin holding a lantern and a thick
bundle of papers. She’d never hidden in
the cellar. Instead, she’d been
signaling the real federal agents with
the lantern from the kitchen window.
Marshall Hayes, Catherine called out
clearly. I have documented evidence of
murder, theft, and corruption involving
Cornelius Slade and Marshall Warren.
Slade’s men threw down their rifles
immediately, realizing they’d been
caught in a federal trap. The corrupt
Marshall Warren reached for his gun, but
Ezekiel was faster. His shot hit
Warren’s hand, sending the weapon flying
into the darkness. “Catherine Walsh has
been working with federal investigators
for 3 months,” Marshall Hayes announced
as his deputies surrounded Slade’s men.
“Every conversation, every bribe, every
threat has been documented.” “Slade,
still smoldering from the burning oil,
looked between Catherine and Ezekiel
with dawning horror. This was all
planned. The marriage was real,
Catherine said, walking to stand beside
Ezekiel. But Adelaide Quinn was my
sister, not Slade’s daughter. When she
discovered his crimes and threatened to
expose him, he had her poisoned. I’ve
been gathering evidence ever since.
Ezekiel stared at her. Your sister
Adelaide was trying to help your family
retain the water rights when she
uncovered Slade’s forgeries. She died
protecting people she’d never met.
Catherine’s voice was steady, but tears
ran down her cheeks. Tonight was justice
for her, for your father, for everyone
he destroyed. Marshall Hayes slapped
shackles on Slade’s wrists. Cornelius
Slade, you’re under arrest for murder,
fraud, theft, and conspiracy. Marshall
Warren, you’re under arrest for
corruption, and conspiracy to commit
murder. As the federal deputies led the
prisoners away, Ezekiel and Catherine
stood together in the yard. The ranch
was still failing. The drought wasn’t
over, and they were still married to
each other under false pretenses. But
Slade’s reign of terror was finished.
“What happens now?” Ezekiel asked.
Catherine smiled. The first genuine
smile he’d seen from her. “Now we
rebuild together, the way Adelaide
wanted.” Ezekiel looked at the woman
who’d married him for revenge and
discovered something better. Sometimes
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