Chapter 22
Ben’s home was surprisingly large and spacious, one of the most comfortable places Alonzo had visited since his arrival from Spain. There were several closed doors along the corridor on the second floor, but it wasn’t difficult to find Ben. He had left his bedroom door open, and even from the hallway, Alonzo could see Ben’s body, long and firm on his bed, bathed in golden light from the lamp burning beside him.
“There was nobody in the barn,” Alonzo said softly as he stepped into the room. “I think everything will be quiet for the rest of the night.”
Ben’s shoulders sagged as if he’d been holding himself at the ready in case he had to get up again. As he shifted on the double bed, his hands slid out from beneath the pillow, bereft of the manacles that had bound him for the last few days.
“I found my tools to open the locks,” Ben explained at Alonzo’s curious glance. “I wasn’t looking forward to spending another night with them chafing my wrists.”