Stewart made his eyes small and mole-like. "You got a lot of hate for a man that ain't never met you before."
"We've met before," Abby assured him. "We met after you tore apart my sister and damn near beat me half to death."
She nodded. "Yeah. I can see it in your eyes. You remember me now, don't cha?"
Everything seemed to stop, even the very breeze blowing through the door earlier. The barkeep ducked behind the bar, and all the patrons slipped out the back. Snake and Bear continued their game like nothing was going on at all. Abby couldn't have cared less if the Second Coming was happening all around her. She only had eyes for Stewart. The cowboy oozed with the stink of fear, which clung to his skin. It was a pungent, oily smell that made her sick and bloodthirsty all at once.
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In a twitch of movement, she saw Stewart reach for his pistol and felt herself clear hers. The revolver was heavy in her hand, and she was close enough to be sure of her target.
Abby heard the gunshots, three in all, and the sting of gun smoke burned her nose.
She blinked.
Stewart lay on the ground with two bullet holes right above his left eye. The third shot must have been his bullet for her. Bear had his gun trained on Barker, who was standing there stunned.
Snake knelt by Stewart's dead body and took his gun and bullets. He stood up and handed them to Abby, who was still too shocked to take them. She looked down at herself to make sure she hadn't been shot. There was no damage, but her head was spinning.
Snake shoved Stewart's weapon into her gun belt and flashed a devilish smile at Barker. "Taught her everything she knows."
Barker glared at Abby. "That's a one-way ticket to hell, young lady!"
"Then we're all going there together," Bear said. "Step outside."
Barker's face blanched. "You gonna shoot me down in cold blood, half-breed?"
"No. You'll get a chance to defend yourself, just like your buddy did."
Outside, the air was still, hot, and dry. Abby wanted to stick close to her two lovers, but Snake placed a gentle hand on her arm. "You wait here on the boardwalk. Barker is ours.
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You're a dead shot. We can't have you taking him out before we get our chance."
She swallowed, and her throat was dry. She wished she could be as nonchalant about this as Snake was.
Barker had no sooner reached the road when he yanked his pistols, turned around, and started shooting. Abby saw Snake fire off a shot then jerk once and fall to the ground. His shirt grew dark red. Complete and utter horror froze her in place. More gunfire. Through the smoke she saw Bear holding out his two guns and Barker go down. Gun smoke was everywhere.
Danger or no, Abby rushed to Snake. He was bleeding badly from a bullet hole in his side. Bear was immediately at her side. "Let me carry him inside." He picked up his brother effortlessly and brought him back in the empty saloon. Abby cleared off a table with her arm, sending empty bottles shattering to the floor. Bear lowered Snake onto the table and tore his shirt open. "It ain't too deep," he said. "I can dig it out, but he's gonna need stitches." He fixed his gaze on the few patrons huddled by the rear door. "Ain't there a doctor in this town?"
"I don't think there is. I can do the stitches," Abby said.
She grabbed a young boy who worked in the Saloon's back room. He'd been huddled behind the saloon piano not sure if the shooting was over. "Go to my room in the hotel and bring me my brown carpet bag, you understand? And you'd better be quick about it or I'll take a switch to ya."
The young man tripped over his own feet as he rushed out the door.
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Abby shredded Snake's discarded shirt to make bandages.
Using one of the bandages, she put pressure on the wound, hating herself for causing Snake so much pain. She cleaned the wound as best she could and, with the help of two other men, held Snake down while Bear dug the bullet out.
The stock boy returned with her carpet bag, and Abby went to work threading a needle and sewing up Snake's bullet wound. When she was done, she leaned back to admire her handiwork. A wave of frantic worry filled her. She just hoped they'd done enough.
"We've done all we can," she said to Bear. "Now he just needs a quiet place to rest until he can recover."
"I got the perfect place," a man's voice said behind them.
They turned around to see the sheriff and two deputies with him. The law was pointing guns at them. "How about we take him down to the town jail? And you two outlaws can keep him company."
Bear glared at them. "What's the charge?"
"Murder."
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Chapter Ten
After the sheriff took statements from all those who'd seen the gunfight, he let them go. Seemed obvious to most folks what went down was pretty much self-defense. Snake was still unconscious and very ill so they took him back to the hotel and made him as comfortable as they could. By nightfall he was running a fever and Bear was pacing the room with worry.
Abby felt Snake's forehead. He was even hotter than the last time she'd checked. She rolled up her sleeves. "We need to get him in a cold tub to bring down his fever. I'll get old man Tucker to watch him while you and I bring up some water from the pump."
All Bear could do was nod. Funny how such a strong man was reduced to following orders when someone he loved was in danger.
For the better part of an hour they filled bucket after bucket of water from the pump and dragged them up the steps to the bathtub. To Abby's surprise, quite a few of the other hotel guests helped, too, making their work a little easier. When the tub was full, Bear helped her undress Snake and get him to the bathroom.
He was mumbling and feverish. He kept telling them over and over again how much he loved them both. Snake's confessions upset Bear even more. His dark eyes looked softer than she'd ever seen them.
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"He's gonna be okay," she told Bear while undressing to get into the tub. She was gonna have to hold Snake up so he didn't sink under the surface.
Abby slipped into the tub while Bear picked up his brother and placed him in front of her. She wrapped her arms around Snake and hugged him close. Bear took a seat on a nearby chair. He lowered his head and raked his fingers through his hair. "What does this do?" he asked miserably.
"It'll cool him down and make him feel better."
Despite how cold the water was, Abby kept Snake in for a long time. When he felt cooler, Bear helped her lift Snake out of the tub, dry him off, and carry him back to bed. She cleaned his wound once again and made him comfortable.
Snake stroked her cheek and gave her a weak smile. "You're a real nice lady, Abby."
She kissed his hand and tucked it back under the covers.
"You hush now and try and sleep. You need all the rest you can get."
His face became very serious. "I love you. I never told a woman that before, and it feels weird. But I want you to know I mean it with all my heart."
Abby fought back tears. "I know you do. I love you, too, Snake."
Bear came up behind Abby and hugged her shoulders. She had almost expected him to get jealous, but he didn't.
Jealously wasn't Bear's way. "We both love you, boy. Now you do as Abby says and get some sleep. We've got a lot of mischief to get up to. We can't stay in this town forever."
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Snake's face grew very serious. "You think I'm gonna die, Bear?"
"Not with such a great nurse looking after ya," Bear said with a warm smile. "Get some rest."
Snake close
d his eyes. "I think I might be feeling a little better." A moment later, he was snoring.
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Abby and Bear stayed up all night. They took turns sitting by Snake's bedside and checking his fever. It didn't get any better, but at least it didn't seem to get any worse. At around five in the morning, Bear nudged Abby, who was dozing in a chair. "What?" she said, disoriented. "What's going on?"
"I think his fever broke."
Abby came over and felt Snake's forehead. It was finally cool. She lifted the sheets and examined the wound. It was light pink but looked much better and had stopped bleeding.
"I'm afraid to say it this soon, but he looks to be getting better. All we gotta do is keep doing what we're doing.
Hopefully, we'll be able to give him some solid food for lunch."
Bear kissed her. "Ain't you a wonder? How come you know so much about nursing? I thought all you did was mend clothing."
"I volunteered at a hospital most Sundays after church when I was married."
"You don't talk much about that. How long were you married?"
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"Only six months. He was a good man, but I'm ashamed to say I didn't love him. After my sister got attacked and lost her mind, I wanted to feel safe again so bad. Blane was a kind and gentle man who went to the same church I did. So, when he asked me to marry him, I jumped at the chance.
Unfortunately, a few months later, he was thrown from a horse and broke his leg. It didn't mend right, and he died of infection."
"I'm real sorry to hear that. But it still don't explain how you come to end up here. I remember you talked about avenging your sister, but you could have paid a bounty hunter to do the job for you. Why take on all this by yourself?"
Abby took an extra blanket off Snake and folded it. She placed it at the foot of the bed in case he got feverish again.
"I was living with a mean ole aunt and visiting my sister every weekend. I tried to bring her back to her senses, but it didn't do no good. No matter how many times I went, she never knew me. It was like she died inside after what happened to her. Every time I went there, I got madder and madder until one day I decided it wasn't fair. The man who done this to her was walking around living his life and my sister was, well, for the most part, dead. I had to take a stand.
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only a matter of time before we met up. And the rest of the story you already know."
Bear ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair. "By my reckoning, we done the world a favor by ridding it of them two."
"I'm inclined to agree with you."
"I'm glad everyone's in agreement," Snake said as he struggled to sit up in bed. "But I'm more concerned about when I'm gonna eat."
Abby and Bear laughed.
"Guess he's feeling better already," Bear said.
Abby went over and kissed Snake's cheek. It felt cool and normal. Her heart lightened with happiness. "I'll go down and see about getting you some eggs."
"I'd rather have some of that wild game stew," he said.
She planted her hands on her hips. "If I make some for you, I'll have to make enough for the whole hotel."
Snake shrugged. "I just thought you'd be willing to do anything to get me better, that's all."
How could she refuse when he put it like that?
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Epilogue: Ten Months Later
Abby Wimple, a.k.a. Skinny Abby Six-Gun, stared out through the saloon doors at the rugged landscape and tried to remember seeing it for the first time all those months ago.
The person who'd come off that coach seemed like a stranger to her now. So much had happened, so much had changed.
The barkeep placed a shot of whiskey in front of her and grinned, trying to be friendly. He was a young man with crooked teeth. "You staying in Moss Creek for a while, ma'am?" he asked.
Abby wasn't in the mood to be friendly. "Nope, just passing through." She tossed back the drink and grimaced for a moment. She glanced over at Bear and Snake, who were embroiled in a tense game of poker with some of the locals.
There was a huge pot of money in the middle, enough to keep them fed for the next few weeks. Abby wasn't worried. She knew her boys would win the pot. There were no two better cheaters in the territory than Bear and Snake, that was for damn sure.
A grizzled, old gunfighter strolled over to her. His skin was shoe-leather brown, and his clothes smelled like he'd been sleeping in them for a year. He was making a big show of coming over, jingling his spurs and giving her the evil eye like he was gonna scare her or something. Abby gave him her coldest blank stare.
"I hear talk you're Skinny Abby, the only female gunslinger in these parts," the man said.
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She eased her jacket away from her two six guns. "You heard right."
"Word around town is you're fast. Real fast."
She blinked several times in mock surprise. "You looking to try your luck?"
"Just saying; I'm fast, too."
Over at the poker table, her boys met her gaze. Did she need backup? She gave a slight shake of her head. She had this sorry SOB covered.
The old gunfighter hesitated as he tried to read her, but Abby had mastered keeping her expression cool and calm. His hand twitched down to his gun. A rush of anger spiked her blood. The gunfighter might have been fast, but Abby was faster. She pulled both her guns and pointed them at the man's head. The bar grew deathly quiet. The man eased his hands up. "Easy, girl," he said. "I was just—"
"You were just looking for trouble, and by God you found it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You wanted to know if you could bury me, and the answer is no. Now why don't you run along and go bother someone else before I forget I'm a lady?"
The gunfighter nodded stiffly. "Yes, ma'am. I surely will.
Thank you." He backed away from her like she was an angry rattler and left the saloon. Abby kept her guns trained on the door for a few moments just in case the gunfighter changed his mind. After it appeared he'd moved on, she holstered them.
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Bear got up from his game and came over. "You always make friends so easy?"
She smiled. It was hard being a legend. Bear knew how it was; he was just teasing her.
Snake whooped in triumph. He spread his cards on the table with great flourish. "And that, gentlemen, is a full house!" He gathered up his winnings and stuffed them in his pocket. Abby and Bear kept an eye on the other players just in case someone wanted to object to Snake's win. They'd already started making enemies in this town. They didn't need to be run out in a hail of bullets.
Snake joined them with a mischievous smile on his face. "I won us enough for a steak dinner and then some. We ought to be living pretty high on the hog all month."
Snake's enthusiasm wasn't helping matters. The locals glared at all three with equal venom. Abby, Bear, and Snake backed out of the saloon, keeping their hands near their weapons. Some angry card players followed them out. The players looked like they were itching to start some trouble to get their money back. They knew something wasn't right with Snake winning that last hand.
"Maybe we should get that steak dinner in the next town,"
Abby said. She grabbed her horse's reins and mounted up.
Bear and Snake did the same. Then they reined their horses around and took off, leaving Moss Creek far behind in a cloud of dust. They headed west, to Ca
lifornia, and into the fading light of a glorious western sunset.
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About the Author
Michelle is a member of the Winter Park writers group, and has been writing erotic romance for several years. For more about her and her books, please stop by her website at www.michelle-oneill.com.
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