Cherished
“Line McCray stared in incredulity at the tall, elegant man with the strange yellow-tan eyes who had just burst into the parlour of Belle Mallory’s boardinghouse in Plattsville and pointed a double-barreled Winchester at his head.
Three men in long dusters and muddy boots, brandishing their pistols as if they meant business, had charged in with him, effectively getting the drop on Knife Jackson, who didn’t even have time to reach for his gun, much less draw it. Belle Mallory bit back a scream, t...hen stayed frozen beside McCray on the velvet sofa.
McCray could do nothing but gulp for a moment as he stared down the barrel of that gun. Then he recovered his voice—and his temper.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” he bellowed in the manner of men accustomed to inspiring fear in others.
John Breen shot the whiskey glass out of his hand.
“I asked you a question, McCray.” Breen’s voice could have cut through rock. “If you want to live long enough to appreciate the charms of that lady there ever again, you’ll answer it.MoreLess
Three men in long dusters and muddy boots, brandishing their pistols as if they meant business, had charged in with him, effectively getting the drop on Knife Jackson, who didn’t even have time to reach for his gun, much less draw it. Belle Mallory bit back a scream, t...hen stayed frozen beside McCray on the velvet sofa.
McCray could do nothing but gulp for a moment as he stared down the barrel of that gun. Then he recovered his voice—and his temper.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” he bellowed in the manner of men accustomed to inspiring fear in others.
John Breen shot the whiskey glass out of his hand.
“I asked you a question, McCray.” Breen’s voice could have cut through rock. “If you want to live long enough to appreciate the charms of that lady there ever again, you’ll answer it.MoreLess
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