"What will you do if Steven's convicted?" was his question. At first, Emma couldn't face the thought. Then she allowed the nightmare to take root in her mind and answered. "I'd go away--maybe to Chicago or New York--and try to make a life for myself." "You wouldn't stay at Fairhaven?" Cyrus asked and, for all of it, he sounded surprised. Even a little wounded. She told him about Macon's repeated threats and felt his arm stiffen around her shoulders. "I'd protect you," he said after a long time. Then with a sigh he added, "But, of course, I'm an old man." Emma caught one of his hands in both of hers and squeezed it. "I can't tell you how much your kindness has meant to me. You've been so good to Steven--many men would have refused to acknowledge him, let alone take his side in a murder case." Cyrus smiled sadly. "He's got my blood flowing in his veins." Emma frowned. "Why does Macon hate Steven so much?" He sighed. "Because he knows Steven's a better man than he is. And that makes Macon damn dangerous." Emma"