It was with something of a shock that she recognized Mark Stewart.

Jim followed her inside, Mark Stewart one step behind.

He caught sight of Mark Stewart and his chin dropped.

Mark Stewart was sitting in the truck's passenger seat.

Mark Stewart, still the pillar of sorrow, stood at his side.

Mark Stewart was sitting at a table against the wall, brooding over a bottle of beer.

"Did Mark Stewart have a rifle or a pistol with him?"

He looked over her shoulder at Mark Stewart, and the blue eyes narrowed.

He looked over her shoulder, and she knew he was looking at Mark Stewart again.

Kate got to her feet and smiled across the room at Mark Stewart.

It was with something of a shock that she recognized Mark Stewart.

Jim followed her inside, Mark Stewart one step behind.

He caught sight of Mark Stewart and his chin dropped.

Mark Stewart was sitting in the truck's passenger seat.

Mark Stewart, still the pillar of sorrow, stood at his side.

Mark Stewart was sitting at a table against the wall, brooding over a bottle of beer.

"Did Mark Stewart have a rifle or a pistol with him?"

He looked over her shoulder at Mark Stewart, and the blue eyes narrowed.

He looked over her shoulder, and she knew he was looking at Mark Stewart again.

Kate got to her feet and smiled across the room at Mark Stewart.