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    Somewhere Between Love and Justice

    Jessie spun around and signaled for another round.

    With my best poker face on display I reminded her, “Don’t. You know I hate that nickname. It’s ridiculous.” Someone gave me the moniker early on in my quest for vengeance as stories of my exploits spread like wild fire. She knew I hated the name. We did this every time. If I didn’t find the game so amusing I’d call it frustrating.

    Jessie never got tired of playing though. The woman loved getting a rise out of me. She snickered as she continued to peruse the crowd, who’d gone back about their business. Content no further disturbances would be occurring, Jessie turned her attention to me. ”Very well Sarah, what’s with all the commotion?” Her sparkling blue-gray eyes focused on me with more interest than a close friend.

    The second shot followed the first in a matter of seconds. I threw a half smile her way. ”He said these britches didn’t flatter my backside. I didn’t appreciate it. They’re my favorite.”

    Jessie pondered for a moment before she leaned over and took a good look at my ass. Never one to worry what others thought, she ignored the confused mutterings from those around us. She tilted her head up at me with a wide grin puffing the cheeks of her round, sun kissed face. ”Well, surely he’s an idiot. There’s not a finer backside in seven states. Some people just don’t know how to talk to a lady.”

    I rolled my eyes and laughed at her ridiculousness. ”My, aren’t we the sweet talker. Flattery may just get you everywhere.” My gaze drifted down the length of her body. She was attractive, but the imposing demeanor scared many people off. They’d never believe she was a caring and compassionate woman after she steeled those eyes at you.

    Fortunately for me, Marshal Walker and I struck up a friendship many years ago when I first started seeking my vengeance and ended up on the most wanted list. I was one of the few people she couldn’t stare down and after I saved her hide one day, she realized I wasn’t one of the bad guys.

    I winked, returning her blatant flirtation. All I needed tonight was a hot meal and all the new information she gathered on the O’Shea gang, but looking at her right now, a different kind of need burned deep inside. One involving her naked body on mine.

    She recognized the spark in my eyes and flashed a knowing grin as she held up a key.

    I couldn’t help but return a flirtatious smile myself. Our times together always served as a welcomed release. Who needed food anyway? I ordered a bottle of whiskey and followed her up the stairs.

    End Chapter 1

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    1. MYSTERY,HOT WOMEN AND VENGEANCE,the makings for a great story.Love the saloon scene and the dream is a very big part of why they will pay and by her hands and her way.will purchase .thanks for sharing and congrats

    2. Instead of: “I’ll be your Huckleberry”….I’m gonna say: You can be my Louise L’Amour. I can’t wait for your next post – so I’ll be ordering your book as soon as possible ! Yeee Haaaa!

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