Be My Texas Valentine
“Before Hunter could speak, she sat straight up. With a steady hand, she aimed a Derringer right between his eyes.“Put the damn gun down, Laurel,” Hunter bellowed. He resisted adding, “If you call that thing a gun,” because he was pretty certain she’d fire at him just to prove him wrong. At least, he knew she wasn’t hurt.Slowly he held up his hands as a sign he wasn’t holding a sidearm.“Hunter?” She lowered the pearl-handled woman’s weapon. “You shouldn’t have sneaked up on me.”“What in the hell are you doing sleeping in the wagon yard?” He knew his voice was more confrontational than he would have liked.“I came here to check on Buckey. I brushed him down, and was enjoying just looking at the full moon and guess I fell asleep,” she said with a firm, yet gentle softness in her voice. She looked up at him as if she really thought he believed her explanation.A cloud quickly scurried away from the face of the moon, allowing moonlight to once again flood the wagon yard.Laurel slid the gun i...n her bag and pushed it behind her.“So you brought a carpetbag with you to groom a horse?”“It’s a valise!”“Valise, carpetbag, it doesn’t matter what it’s called, I just want to know why you’re hiding out here and not home in bed, where you belong?”MoreLess
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