appear you are as worthless as your last girlfriend claimed you to be . ” He let his middle finger droop slowly as his gaze slid to Eli’s groin.
Eli shrugged. “ Seein’ as how I had her screaming my name out in ecstasy behind the General Store I can’t see how I’d be labeled worthless. A bit randy maybe, but worthless? No.” He rubbed his chin , doing his best to conceal a wicked grin . They got entirely too much joy out of p o king fun at one another. “As far as laws go, I don’ t get to change ‘em . I only get to twist the already existing ones to my advantage.”
Jonathan ’s ears perked as he fingered his sidearm and then his badge. The silver burned slightly as he touched it but still, his hand remained. It was a reminder of not only who he was but what he was. He was the sheriff but was also more than a man . T he beast , who suffered a sensitivity to silver, swore an oath to protect Molly and the man supported the decision wholeheartedly . The two had come to a conclusion long ago—she was not to be harmed and , one day, she would be his. “Got any law - twisting planned , cousin ?”
“A whole lot of begging, Jon. That’s ‘bout it.” Eli chuckled. “Well, that and I told Parker to bring along some aspirin. You might need it after you go and get yourself hung over a woman. Be thankful a ha n gin’ won’t kill ya. Just make your head and neck hurt for a few days. Now, if they decide to run silver spikes through your heart or chop your head off, well, that’s another matter. ”
“ Wonderful . ” H e didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm . “ A nd thanks for the show of support. It warms me to know my kin are positive I’ll get my neck snapped before the day’s out. ”
The tiny snort that came from Eli wasn’t lost on him, neither was the piercing gaze the man gave him. Those lavender eyes always seemed to know th e truth.
Eli stated the obvious anyway . “Jon, t his is an awful lot of trouble to go through for a girl you ain’t even seen since she was but knee-high. What’s it been? Ten years now? ”
It was the truth . Jonathan hadn’t seen Molly Cogan since she was sixteen but that didn’t matter any. When word of her father’s plans reached him, he’d been blinded by rage. Molly had been a free spirit, a female renegade. So much so, her father had sent her away, shamed by her even though there was nothing to be ashamed about. Molly was a rare treasure, or at least she had been.
And damn well always will be, MacSweeny.
He smiled as his inner voice chastised him as quickly and as sharply as Molly would. He held tighter to the reins of his horse. It would’ve been faster to take his steel steed. They were built to look like real horses except for the legs. Steel steeds had none. They hovered just off the ground, six to eight inches. Jonathan had mounted handlebars on the neck of his. They helped to steer better and allowed him to lean forward more, cutting wind resistance. All the MacSweeny boys had steel steeds but the damn mechanical beasts tended to be unpredictable and since they ran on both fuel and solar power, one needed to be sure one had plenty of both. Fuel wasn’t an issue, it was sunlight. There wasn’t a whole heck of a lot of it left for the day and there was no way in hell Jonathan was gonna chance anything ruining him getting to Molly. No, he’d take what was tried and true, his mare.
“Let’s ride.”
Western Futuristic Romance
Chapter Two
Molly Cogan rubbed the palms of her hands over her leather-clad thighs, desperate to remove the sweat from them as she peeked out from under her wide brim hat. She’d taken off her fingerless gloves, knowing she might have to shoot her way out of a sticky situation. She liked her bare hands on the handle of her weapon.
The need to blend in with the men around her was great and sometimes difficult. It wasn’t like she’d set out long ago with the hopes of living in a man’s world, doing a man’s job and
Eli shrugged. “ Seein’ as how I had her screaming my name out in ecstasy behind the General Store I can’t see how I’d be labeled worthless. A bit randy maybe, but worthless? No.” He rubbed his chin , doing his best to conceal a wicked grin . They got entirely too much joy out of p o king fun at one another. “As far as laws go, I don’ t get to change ‘em . I only get to twist the already existing ones to my advantage.”
Jonathan ’s ears perked as he fingered his sidearm and then his badge. The silver burned slightly as he touched it but still, his hand remained. It was a reminder of not only who he was but what he was. He was the sheriff but was also more than a man . T he beast , who suffered a sensitivity to silver, swore an oath to protect Molly and the man supported the decision wholeheartedly . The two had come to a conclusion long ago—she was not to be harmed and , one day, she would be his. “Got any law - twisting planned , cousin ?”
“A whole lot of begging, Jon. That’s ‘bout it.” Eli chuckled. “Well, that and I told Parker to bring along some aspirin. You might need it after you go and get yourself hung over a woman. Be thankful a ha n gin’ won’t kill ya. Just make your head and neck hurt for a few days. Now, if they decide to run silver spikes through your heart or chop your head off, well, that’s another matter. ”
“ Wonderful . ” H e didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm . “ A nd thanks for the show of support. It warms me to know my kin are positive I’ll get my neck snapped before the day’s out. ”
The tiny snort that came from Eli wasn’t lost on him, neither was the piercing gaze the man gave him. Those lavender eyes always seemed to know th e truth.
Eli stated the obvious anyway . “Jon, t his is an awful lot of trouble to go through for a girl you ain’t even seen since she was but knee-high. What’s it been? Ten years now? ”
It was the truth . Jonathan hadn’t seen Molly Cogan since she was sixteen but that didn’t matter any. When word of her father’s plans reached him, he’d been blinded by rage. Molly had been a free spirit, a female renegade. So much so, her father had sent her away, shamed by her even though there was nothing to be ashamed about. Molly was a rare treasure, or at least she had been.
And damn well always will be, MacSweeny.
He smiled as his inner voice chastised him as quickly and as sharply as Molly would. He held tighter to the reins of his horse. It would’ve been faster to take his steel steed. They were built to look like real horses except for the legs. Steel steeds had none. They hovered just off the ground, six to eight inches. Jonathan had mounted handlebars on the neck of his. They helped to steer better and allowed him to lean forward more, cutting wind resistance. All the MacSweeny boys had steel steeds but the damn mechanical beasts tended to be unpredictable and since they ran on both fuel and solar power, one needed to be sure one had plenty of both. Fuel wasn’t an issue, it was sunlight. There wasn’t a whole heck of a lot of it left for the day and there was no way in hell Jonathan was gonna chance anything ruining him getting to Molly. No, he’d take what was tried and true, his mare.
“Let’s ride.”
Western Futuristic Romance
Chapter Two
Molly Cogan rubbed the palms of her hands over her leather-clad thighs, desperate to remove the sweat from them as she peeked out from under her wide brim hat. She’d taken off her fingerless gloves, knowing she might have to shoot her way out of a sticky situation. She liked her bare hands on the handle of her weapon.
The need to blend in with the men around her was great and sometimes difficult. It wasn’t like she’d set out long ago with the hopes of living in a man’s world, doing a man’s job and
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