Just remember honey, my wayâs the hard way. All you got to do is lay on your back and open your legs. You donât even have to smile.â
âYou think I like it?â she snapped.
âOne time I didnât think so, sugar, but now I ainât so Goddam sure. Last night you seemed ready enough to jump in bed with him.â
Her eyes flashed. âWhy dâyou think that was? You were going crazy with liquor and sure enough one of us had to keep an eye on him. That left only me.â
Alison scowled. âYeah, I guess youâre right. He still talking in his sleep and having them nightmares?â
âYes. Heâs pretty cagey, but I got the feeling when winter breaks heâll be riding back to the mountains. Heâs got a score to settle.â
âWell, if he does, Iâll be right behind him.â
Anne Marie glanced up. âYou find out about this Double Mountain ?â
âYep. Even got me a map.â
âWell if you go after him, Iâm coming too,â she said defiantly.
âHell, no you ainât,â he spat, obstinate. âYouâd make more noise up in them mountains than a wagonload of turkeys going to market. Sound travels mighty far in them canyons.â
She knew he was right. The closest sheâd been to wild country was the view out of a Concord stagecoach. But she still didnât like the idea of him going after all that gold on his own. She had the feeling if he found it she would never see him again. That terrified her. With that much money he wouldnât ever need her again.
His voice broke into her thoughts. âHoney, youâre a real pretty woman. If there are Indians up there, especially Kiowasâ¦â He shook his head and winced. âIâve seen what they can do to a white woman and it donât make good listeninâ. I seen one, one time, her head shaved bare and her nose cut right off her face. Sheâd tried to escape and theyâd sliced the hamstrings behind her knees. Couldnât hardly shuffle along. She was that ugly by then, none of the braves wanted to use her so all she did was carry firewood all day long, with an old squaw walking behind beatinâ her with a stick.â It was a lie heâd heard in a saloon someplace, but he knew Anne Marie set great store by her looks and nothing would induce her to risk losing them.
âI didnât think of the Indians,â she shuddered, ashen faced, her fingers winding in her long black curls as though to reassure herself they were still there.
âThere you are,â Shuck smiled, laying a hand on her cheek. âThatâs what Iâm here for, to think of all these little things for you. You got to keep pretty.â
She could feel his rancid breath, reeking of cigar smoke and whiskey as it washed over her. That look she knew so well was coming into his eyes, and she knew what was coming next.
âAs I said,â he continued as he unbuckled his gun belt and took off his jacket, âif we have to pick his money away from him slow and easy, itâs going to be a real long winter.â
And it was.
CHAPTER 7
The heavy norther that had punished the hammered joints of the wooden buildings ceased its moaning and faded. The snow-heavy clouds that had remained a constant threat disappeared from the sky, allowing the pale sun to shine through and pick at the snow crusted ground. It was still bitter at night and the frost undid most of the sunâs work, but as the days passed the land drained and the melted slush grew steadily shallower. It would soon be first grass and the ranchers tidied their barns and readied their branding irons. Eyes crow-footed, gaze resting on the distant skyline, unconsciously their gloved hands fashioned loops, then recoiled hand-woven lariats, ready for rounding up the winterâs scattered cattle.
In the hotel room overlooking the street Morgan contemplated his dwindling bank account. Out of
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