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Friday, March 28, 2014

Courting the Outlaw's Wife-Part Four - by Paty Jager

Courting the Outlaw's Wife - Part Four
Paty Jager
copyright 2014

Part Four
Sara Lynn knew the town was talking about her and the sheriff. When she’d walked into town leading his horse with his unconscious, bleeding body hung over the saddle, the tongues and rumors had started flying. It wouldn’t be long and they’d figure out who she was. She wanted to stay in Grass Valley. Wanted to see if the fluttery, warmth she felt when she looked at and touched Shaw was more than an infatuation like it had been with Chet.
If she married again it would be because she loved and respected the man, not just found him a means to escape a dull life.
When she’d expressed the notion of moving on, Shaw had asked her to stay. She hadn’t missed the flare of desire in his eyes. A man like him wouldn’t lead a woman on. If he had notions he wanted to spend time with a woman, he’d tell her straight out.
Sara Lynn nodded to Mr. Franks, her clerk, as she carried a tray with eggs and toast past the registration desk and down the hall to her quarters at the back of the hotel.
The proper thing would have been to put the sheriff in a room upstairs, however, the first couple of days he’d needed constant care, and it was easier for her to do with him sleeping in her bed. She’d had Betsy Watson, the young woman who cleaned the rooms, make a bed for her on the couch in her sitting room.
Sara Lynn opened the door to her rooms and entered.  Dr. Smith walked out of her bedroom.
“Mrs. Star, our patient is healing quite well. I think he’ll be ready to move back to his residence tomorrow.” 
“That’s wonderful news,” she said, with more enthusiasm than she felt. She’d miss their long conversations. Chet had never taken the time to listen about her childhood or her likes and dislikes. The past four days and nights, she and Shaw had learned everything there was to know about one another as they sat together talking.
“I’ll let the deputy know that Sheriff DeRai will be moving back in tomorrow.”
“Thank you. I’m sure he will appreciate that.” Sara Lynn set the tray down on a side table and walked Dr. Smith to her door.
“You should change the bandage on his shoulder tomorrow before he leaves. I don’t see any reason for me to check on him for a couple days.”
“Thank you, again. I’ll see to the bandage change and that he is moved tomorrow.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want him to leave. Even in his incapacitated condition she felt safe with him sleeping in her bed.
“Good day.” Dr. Smith walked out.
She shut the door, leaning her back against it. If only there was a way to keep Shaw here…
“Do I smell breakfast?”
Sara Lynn jumped. Shaw stood in the bedroom doorway. His upper body was bare except for the strip of white sheet wrapped around his torso to hold the bandages in place. His pants weren’t completely buttoned and rode low on his hips.
Drool pooled in her mouth as she stared at the man. The last few days nursing him, he’d been shirtless with a sheet covering his lower limbs, but him standing and looking handsome with an unshaven face, had her heart prancing around like a filly in a field of clover.
“Sara? Sara Lynn? What’s wrong?” He strode toward her, bringing that tantalizing body closer.
Her gaze traveled up his lean stomach, over the bandage on his wide chest, and lingered at his mouth. She couldn’t stop her hands. Her fingers made contact with his bare torso and all good sense flew out of her head. Taking care of him she’d touched him, let her hands linger longer than necessary, but having him on his feet and oozing manliness, she wanted to feel his arms around her and his lips pressed to hers.
Shaw saw the desire in Sara Lynn’s beautiful blue eyes as her hands caressed his chest. He couldn’t have walked away if a gun was held to his head.
He pulled her into his arms and bent his head, capturing her full, pink mouth with his. The last few days, layin’ in her bed, catching whiffs of her scent, having her taking care of him, telling him about her childhood; he wanted her in his life every night and day.
She pressed against him as if she couldn’t get close enough. He wanted all she was willing to give. Deepening the kiss, he opened his mouth, tracing her lips, coaxing for an intimate taste. His hands roamed over her body, wishing she had as few clothes on as he did.
Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting, savoring. She moaned and her hands gripped his shoulders.
Banging on the door, he pressed her against, broke through the haze of desire he was wrapped in. Shaw withdrew from the kiss and rested his forehead against Sara Lynn’s. He wanted her, but not because they had to marry from his carrying on.
“Mrs. Star! Mrs. Star,” Betsy’s hysterical voice called. “There’s a man out here insisting you come out.” She banged on the door. “Mr. Franks has a gun on him but I don’t like the looks of the man.”
Sara Lynn shoved out of his arms. “Quick! Get dressed and get out the back way. It has to be Boyd,” she hissed in a loud whisper, pushing him toward the bedroom.  
She turned to the door. “Betsy, tell him I’ll be right out,” Sara Lynn said loud enough to be heard through the door.
Shaw’s heart stopped at the thought of Sara Lynn standing up to the outlaw. He caught her wrist, keeping her from going out the door. “You said you wanted out of that life. That you were scared of him. Stay here. Let me deal with him.”
Her eyes were wide with fright, but the stubborn set to her jaw and mouth told him she wouldn’t listen to reason.
“No. He wants me. If I go out there, he won’t come storming in here and harm you. You’re in no shape to go up against Boyd and however many men he has with him.” Tears glistened in her eyes. “I’ll remember the days we’ve spent together with fondness.” She placed a hand on his cheek.
He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her small hand. The next minute he heard the door shut and the lock click.
 Damn! He’d let his softness for the woman drop his guard. If she thought locking him in would keep him from going after her, she didn’t know him very well.
He stomped into the bedroom, donned the rest of his clothing, buckled on his holster, shoved his hat on his head, and opened the bedroom window. His shoulder twinged at the activity but there was no way in hell he’d allow the outlaw to ride out of town with the woman he loved.
Sara Lynn’s insides were squirming like she’d eaten a bad meal. She didn’t want to go with Boyd, but she loved Shaw and refused to have her past bring him harm. The only way she knew to do that was to go with Boyd and wait for a chance to get away.
She walked up the hall and saw her ex-brother-in-law glaring at Mr. Franks. She had to give the older man credit the rifle wasn’t wavering under the fierce glare of the notorious outlaw Boyd Star.
“Boyd, back on out and I’ll come with you.” She put a hand on Mr. Franks’ shoulder and lowered the rifle with her other hand. “Mr. Franks why don’t you and Betsy go on into the restaurant and make sure everyone stays put until we leave town. I don’t want anyone getting hurt on my account.”
Mr. Franks studied her a moment then nodded and grasped Betsy by the arm, hauling the girl over to the door leading into the restaurant.
“You always were soft, Sara Lynn,” Boyd said, taking a step toward her.
“No!” She raised her hands. “I told you to back on out and I’d join you. I want to make sure no one in this hotel is harmed. This is the closest I’ve come to having friends and a normal life, I won’t have my past taint any of it.”
The leering smile she loathed, curled Boyd’s lips and he backed to the door, holding it open for her.
Her legs moved like huge tree trunks, stiff and heavy. She didn’t want to leave her hotel, her life, especially now knowing what she felt for Sheriff Shaw DeRai was more than infatuation. It was pure and honest love. She’d realized that before he’d kissed her, but having tasted his kisses, she knew there would never be another stir her heart and soul like him.
“Come on. If you don’t get a move on I’ll have to haul you over my shoulder to the preacher.
She squeaked. “Preacher?”
He leered at her and grabbed her arm when she was within reach. “You and me are going to get married and then you can’t run away.”
Just watch me.
“Boyd, don’t you think this is a bit quick.” She scanned the street. As she’d feared, he’d brought the whole gang with him. That’s why it took him three days to get back here. Seeing the seven other men, she knew there was no way out of this marriage. Not if she didn’t want the townsfolk to die.
“Nope, I’ve wanted you for my wife since the day I laid eyes on you.” He wrapped his arm around her, digging his fingers into her waist.
She squirmed. “Ouch! If you want me to be a willing bride you shouldn’t hurt me.”
He loosened his grip but not much. She noted most of the townsfolk were staying inside. She hoped they all stayed there until the gang rode out of town.
She and Boyd walked down the street with the gang on horseback behind them.
“Where’s that sheriff I hear you been takin’ care of?”
He asked in a nonchalant way, but she knew he was fishing for information. “I don’t know. The Doctor moved him this morning.” 
“Billy, go check the hotel for the sheriff!” Boyd hollered over his shoulder.
“There’s no need. I said he was gone.” Sara Lynn dug her heels in and glared at Boyd.
He laughed. “By your actions I say he’s there and you’re hiding him.”
They stopped in front of the only church in town. Reverend Mann stepped out the door.
“How can I help you, Mrs. Star?” His gaze drifted over Boyd and the rest of the men.
“We want to get married,” Boyd said, drawing her forward.
“I see. Mrs. Star, is this true?” His faded blue eyes peered into hers.
She wanted to say no, but knew to disagree she’d unleash Boyd’s nastiness.
“Yes, please, Reverend Mann. The sooner we’re married the sooner we’ll leave.” She hoped he understood, she was trying to avoid trouble for the town.
The reverend nodded. “Very well. But I ask that all guns remain outside the house of the Lord.” His gaze landed on Boyd’s holstered gun.
“Pete, come get my holster.” Boyd unbuckled his holster. “The rest of you stand guard. Don’t let anyone in, you hear?”
They nodded and agreed.
At least he wouldn’t be armed. Maybe she and the reverend could render him helpless…
Shaw stood just inside the church door. He’d hustled to the church as soon as he heard Boyd’s marriage idea. He’d had just enough time to ask the reverend to make sure Boyd was weaponless before he came in the church before the outlaws arrived.
The reverend entered followed by Sara Lynn, looking scared and tense. He wanted to pull her into his arms and tell her everything would be fine, but first he had to take care of Boyd Star.
The man hesitated then walked through the door. Shaw gave him several steps before he walked up behind Boyd and slammed the butt of his pistol down on the outlaw’s head.
He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Sara Lynn whirled around but covered her mouth, stifling a scream. When she registered who stood in the aisle, she leaped over the outlaw and landed in Shaw’s arms.
He hugged her tight.
“We need to do something with this man and the men outside waiting,” said the reverend.
Shaw released Sara Lynn. “Sit here while I tie up Boyd.” He eased her into a pew and followed the reverend to the back of the church to find rope.
“Is there a way out of here that his men won’t be watching?” Boyd asked as they dug a length of rope out of a broom closet.
“Then I guess I’ll have to take him out through the front door.” Shaw hurried back to Boyd and Sara Lynn. The man might be knocked out, but he could wake up at any time. He dropped down beside the outlaw, tying his hands behind his back good and tight.
He sat down on the pew next to Sara Lynn. “I’m going to take him out the front door and hope the gang will not retaliate worrying they might hit Boyd.”
Tears trickled down her cheeks. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Shh, I’ll be fine. But only if you stay here with Reverend Mann so I don’t have to worry about you.”
She ducked her head.
“Look at me.” He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin. “When I get Boyd locked up, and his gang has either left or been locked up, I’m coming back here and we’re going to get married.”
Her eyes widened, and she sniffed back tears. “Are you asking me to marry you, Sheriff DeRai?”
The love shining in her eyes told him all he needed to know. “Yes, I am. Sara Lynn will you make me a happy man and become my wife?”
She flung her arms around his neck. “Yes!”
He kissed her lips and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Shaw’s chest filled with love and pride that this woman wanted to be his wife. First he had to deal with the one person who could ruin everything for them.
Drawing out of the kiss, he eased away from Sara Lynn. “Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She clung to his hand as he stood. Her fear for him would make his decisions more calculated. He didn’t want to make her a widow again before they were even married.
“I’ll be careful.”
He grabbed Boyd by the collar lifting him to his feet.
“Reverend, open the door when I tell you.” Shaw stood the outlaw in front of the door and pressed his pistol to the man’s side. “Now.”
The door opened and Shaw shoved Boyd’s body out the door in front of him. He had to look twice. All the outlaws had their hands in the air. Scanning the rows of horses, he noted his deputy and a dozen other men had rifles aimed at the outlaws.
“Good work, Hollister!” Shaw said, shoving Boyd ahead of him.
“I see you caught the leader,” Hollister said, coming forward and taking hold of Boyd.
“I had some help.” Shaw glanced over his shoulder and winked at Sara Lynn and Reverend Mann standing in the doorway.
Sara Lynn couldn’t stop smiling. They’d waited a day to get married at the request of the town. Everyone wanted to be at the wedding. And everyone wanted to tell her how they had all rallied around to make sure she wasn’t taken away by the outlaws.
“Mrs. DeRai, may I have this dance?” Shaw stood in front of her looking too handsome for any one man to look. Her heart spun in her chest. He was her husband. A good, honest man who loved her even knowing her past.
“I would love to dance with you Mr. DeRai, but,” she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “I’d prefer dancing alone, in our bedroom.”
His chuckle in her ear and his hand grasping hers, told her he had the same idea.
“We are no longer needed here and it is our wedding night.” Shaw led her out of the hotel restaurant, down the hall, and into their living quarters.

The lock clicked, and she drifted into the arms of the man she loved. 

Friday, March 21, 2014

Courting the Outlaw's Wife - Part Three- by Paty Jager

Courting the Outlaw's Wife
Paty Jager
Copyright 2014

Part Three

Shaw’s head hurt like a herd of horses stampeded around inside his skull. The ache in his chest rivaled the ache in his head. The men who rode up on them and shot him were obviously outlaws. They’d known Sara Lynn, called her by her first name. He still held her arm, as much to help him stay awake as to show her he wanted answers.

“How do you know those men?” he asked, again, making his head pounded harder.

“The one you hit with your gun is my dead husband’s brother.”

Her arm quivered in his hand. He loosened his grip.

“Who was your husband?”

He had a pretty good idea what her answer would be. He’d not connected her last name to the notorious Star gang until just now.

“Chet Star. That was his brother, Boyd.”

Shaw released her arm, but remained on the ground.  His eyes closed, willing his roiling gut to ease up so he didn’t embarrass himself by vomiting.

Movement and whispers of a breeze made teased his eyes open. Sara Lynn sat beside him pulling on her stockings. Her silhouette was as pretty as he remembered from all the times he’d watched her from across the street. He’d spent too many nights standing in the shadows across from her hotel and the adjoining saloon, waiting for a fight to break out, just so he could break it up and get a glimpse of Mrs. Sara Lynn Star.

She finished buckling her shoe and peered straight into his eyes. The concern pooling in her emerald eyes eased the pain pounding in his head.

“I know your head and shoulder have to be hurting something awful, but we need to get to town. You need a doctor, and I need to pack.”

The sadness in her voice caused his mind to take longer to register the words.

“What do you mean pack?” He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to know more about her and see if they might have a chance to become better acquainted.

“I can’t stay here now that Boyd knows where I am. No one will be safe. He’ll hurt people to get to me.” She swallowed. “I don’t have any proof, but I think he shot Chet to make me a widow.”

Shaw studied the sorrow in her eyes. He pushed to a sitting position with his good arm. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought off nausea and the pounding. He had something to say and couldn’t say it with the racket in his head.

Her hand on his arm steadied him and gave him the fortitude to open his eyes.

“What makes you think Boyd killed your husband?” He watched her as intently as his banging head would allow.

She shivered and her gaze held his. “I didn’t meet Boyd until after Chet and I ran off and married. But when I did, he scared me and I could see in his eyes he was jealous of Chet. I don’t think he wanted me, he wanted what Chet had.”

“You’re a beautiful woman. I’m sure it was some of both.” Shaw reached out touching her cheek.

Her eyes glowed with renewed strength. “If Boyd came around when Chet was gone, I had to make sure I was never alone. He’d paw me and say things that he shouldn’t have said to his brother’s wife.” Her spine stiffened and anger glinted in her eyes. “I loved Chet with a young girl’s innocence. He was good to me and made sure I was provided for when he was gone. But after a few years, I realized the mistake I’d made.” She looked away. “The day they brought Chet home, a part of me hoped he’d die. Then I could be free of the gang and that way of life. But I did everything I could to save him.” Her gaze returned to him. “I would never intentionally wish ill of anyone.”

“I know. It’s not in you.” He saw her regret at her earlier thoughts mirrored in her eyes.

“Then when Chet died and Boyd started saying things, I had a feeling he was the one who shot Chet. And he would come to my home and try…” She bit her lip.

Anger surged through Shaw, causing his head to renew the throbbing.

“Did he hurt you?” He could barely say the words with his jaw locked in anger.

“He would have taken me one night. But a neighbor I’d confided in saw Boyd’s horse tied to a tree behind the house. She forced her husband to check on me.” Anger flared in her eyes. “That’s when I packed a valise and headed out looking for a place to stay and not be found. I thought Grass Valley was it.”

“It is.” Shaw cupped her cheek with his hand. “You don’t have to run if this is where you want to stay.” He wanted her to stay. His life had been empty until Sara Lynn arrived in his town. He wanted to court her proper and give her the life she deserved.

She nuzzled her cheek into his hand. The softness and warmth made his palm tingle. The trust in her eyes squeezed his heart.

He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. “We better get to Grass Valley.”

She nodded and stood, offering him a hand up.

He wanted to get patched up and on the mend when Boyd Star came after Sara Lynn. She was a woman worth fighting for and he planned to win.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Courting the Outlaw's Wife - Part Two - by Paty Jager

Courting the Outlaw's Wife - Part Two
by Paty Jager
Copyright 2014

“No!” screamed Sara Lynn, dropping to her knees beside Shaw. Blood seeped from his left shoulder and a red gash appeared across his forehead at the hairline, trickling blood down his face. She ripped the hem of her shift and pressed it to the seeping shoulder wound.

With her free hand she picked up Shaw’s revolver and pointed it at the two outlaw’s standing over her dead husband’s brother, Boyd Star. “Take him away from here now or I’ll shoot the lot of you.” She kept her voice steely and low, like she’d learned from Chet. If you wanted people to do what you said, you had to say it like you meant it.

They picked Boyd up off the ground. He moaned.

Sara Lynn cringed. If he woke up before they were a good distance away, she knew he’d be right back as quick as the horse could run. He’d been after her since the day Chet was wounded in a failed robbery. He couldn’t wait for his brother’s body to grow cold before he started talking about bedding her.

She shook with disgust. Boyd had always made her skin crawl.

Chet on the other hand… She’d been infatuated with Chet Star the day he rode into her little town and smiled at her. The farmer’s sons in the area hadn’t sparked her attention like the young man riding tall and staring at her as if she was made of gold.

The two outlaws flung Boyd’s body over his horse and headed east at a trot.

She dropped the revolver and ripped another strip from her shift. Measuring enough to wrap and tie around Shaw’s head, she ripped the remainder off. The extra was folded and placed over the gash. She wrapped the long strip around his head and the folded piece, tying the ends.

Having a husband that got in scraps with the law frequently, she’d learned the first week of their marriage how to tend to bullet holes.

Her shift grew smaller and smaller as she ripped more strips for bandages. Easing Shaw’s head out of her lap, she walked behind the bush concealing her clothes and slipped out of the shift. She stood in just her drawers contemplating whether or not to don the corset. It would be uncomfortable against her skin without her shift underneath. She decided to leave it off and toed it under a bush to hopefully retrieve later.

When her petticoat, skirt, and blouse were all on and buttoned up, she carried her shoes, stockings, and shift back to where Shaw lay.

He murmured and stirred.

“Shh… Don’t move too much until I get your shoulder bandaged.” She ripped her shift up in two strips and the rest in squares.

“What? Where are they?” His blond lashes rose, revealing unfocused brown eyes.

“They’re gone.” At least until Boyd wakes up. She fumbled with the buttons on Shaw’s blue cotton shirt. This is no different than any other man I’ve doctored. 

Her gaze drifted over his strong chin, full lips, masculine nose, and his brown eyes, half hidden behind slightly lowered lids. Her breath hitched. What she felt for this man was ten-fold the feelings she’d felt for a man she married. And this man she’d talked to briefly and watched often.

Her fingers trembled as she worked the buttons free and revealed his broad, tan chest. A small patch of shimmery blond curls graced the center of his chest. She shoved the shirt back to reveal the bullet hole. The garish red hole and trickling blood, stilled her heart. If the bullet had hit more to the right, he wouldn’t have made it back to Grass Valley.

She pressed the cloth to the wound and leaned over him to run her hand behind his shoulder to see if the bullet went all the way through. Her fingers touched a sticky, warm spot and Shaw grimaced.

Peering into his eyes, she said, “The bullet went all the way through. That’s good. It means it didn’t damage any bone and will heal quicker because I don’t have to dig around in you and get the bullet out.”

She pulled her hand out from under him and started to straighten.

His other hand grabbed her arm. “How do you know so much about patching up someone whose been shot, and why did those men know you by your first name?”

Sara Lynn didn’t like the distrust glowing in his eyes. She had dreamed of seeing those eyes filled with love—for her.

Coming next Friday, Part Three

Friday, March 7, 2014

Courting the Outlaw's Wife- Part One- by Paty Jager

Courting the Outlaw's Wife - Part One

by Paty Jager
copyright 2014

It had been years since Sara Lynn blushed.

Finding the one man she wanted and could never have standing next to the waterhole where she liked to cool off on hot days flared heat to her cheeks and stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth.

She’d stepped out from behind the bushes in nothing but her shift and found the handsome sheriff of Wasco County standing at the water’s edge.

“What are you doing out here, Mrs. Star?” Sheriff Shaw DeRai asked, his gaze taking its time wandering down her scantily-clad body to her bare toes and back up to her face.

The only other times he’d spoken to her had been while busting up rowdies on Saturday night in the saloon attached to her hotel. The deep timbre and amusement in his voice tickled her insides.

“Taking a dip in this waterhole. It’s miserably hot today.” She scanned the area to make sure he was alone. “How come you’re so far from town?”

“My horse threw a shoe, and we stopped for a drink. It is a hot day.”

His dark green gaze raked over her, again, and she could have sworn his tanned faced took on a rosy hue under the gray Stetson and blond curls.

The sound of pounding hooves and shouts tore through the stillness.

Sheriff DeRai shoved Sara Lynn behind him and drew his six-shooter as three rough looking men barreled into sight.

She studied the three. Her chest squeezed.

No, not now, not when she was finally feeling free and making a good living.

If they recognized her, she’d have to pick up and leave, again. Sara Lynn clenched the back of the sheriff’s shirt and buried her head against his spine. She’d moved six times the last two years to avoid coming across her dead husband’s band of outlaws. And here they were nearly running she and the sheriff over.

Shaw DeRai shot his pistol in the air. Mrs. Star jerked his shirt at the sound. He liked the way she burrowed into his back hiding behind him. Her actions proved she trusted him. Ever since she bought the hotel and he’d got his first glimpse of her at a town meeting, he’d wanted to get to know her better. Her copper colored hair, deep green eyes, and porcelain skin filled many of his lonely evenings as he daydreamed about courting her.

The horses dropped onto their haunches ten feet from him and Mrs. Star, coating them with dust.

She coughed.

His instinct was to pat her on the back, but the looks of the men peering down at them, he felt inclined to keep his pistol handy and his attention on the three men.

“What’cha hidin’ behind your back?” the man closest to him asked, waving his already drawn pistol.

Mrs. Star clutched his shirt tighter.

Shaw reached up and tugged on the collar so he could talk without being strangled. “It doesn’t matter what’s behind me. You three best be mosin’ on along.”

One of the men, sporting a dark beard had been sitting back listening and watching under the brim of a cavalry hat that had seen better days. He urged his horse forward and spat tobacco juice on the ground barely missing Shaw’s boot.

“We don’t take orders from no lawman.” He drew his pistol and clicked the hammer. “I’m close enough I could blow your head off and find out what’s behind you.”

Mrs. Star squeaked and stepped out from behind him.

“Ma’am, you don’t—” He reached out to move her back behind him. Her state of undress wasn’t something he wanted the likes of these men seeing.

“It’s all right, Sheriff. I don’t want you killed on my account.”

The bearded man in the cavalry hat hit the ground and strode forward. “Sara Lynn? We’ve been huntin’ all over this territory looking for you.”

Shaw moved to step back in front of her even as his mind was trying to figure out how these outlaws knew Mrs. Star, and by her first name.

The man shoved him to the side and picked her up in a big hug. “Damn woman, I thought I’d never lay eyes on you. When Chet died and you disappeared. I tore that town apart looking for you.”

“Put me down. There was a reason you couldn’t find me.” She beat on the man’s arms.

Shaw cocked his pistol and held it to the side of the man’s head. “The lady says she wants down.”

The man’s cold gaze raked over Sara Lynn in her chemise and then he shot a lethal glare at Shaw.

“You sparkin’ with this sheriff?” The man shook Sara Lynn like a rag doll.

That snapped Shaw’s limitations. He slammed the butt of his pistol into the man’s head.

Sara Lynn dropped and the man crumpled to the ground.

The click of two pistols rang in Shaw’s head seconds before he felt the bullets rip through him.

The last thing he remembered was Sara Lynn screeching before he passed out.


I'll post another section of this story every Friday during the month of March.

You can find more western stories, both short and novel length at my website: www.patyjager.net