Chapter 23. Hang Him at Dawn

Josie's POV

Jonah let me see him on the third night, on two conditions: Teague stood at the door, and I didn't take the chains off.

"I'm not a fool," I told my father.

"You're my daughter," he said. "That's worse."

The long cabin was dark except for one lamp. Weston was sitting against the post with his knees up and his wrists in his lap, the chain running from them across the floor like a long iron rope. He'd been shaved by somebody with a cold razor and a grudge. There was a nick on his jaw.

He stood up when I came in. The chain clanked. He looked embarrassed by the noise, which made something in my chest hurt.

"You can sit down," I said.

"I know."

"Then sit down, Weston. You lo