At six-four and as fast as he was with a gun, he generally didn’t have to ask for anything twice. He had a powerful enough temper, although it didn’t show much. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” he said in a calm voice. He pierced Moses with a steely-eyed warning. Wade slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses rattle. We’ve been out for five nights straight and-” “Lloyd’s telling Cook to fry me up a steak, and then he’s bringing me a beer.” He glanced at Bart and Moses, but then set his sights on Corbin. He caught her hand as it started to trail away. “You boys eat yet?”īart and Moses nodded. Patrolling the border and hunting rustlers, or so he claimed. Which was happening less and less lately. She smiled, mostly because he said the same thing every night he was in town. “Don’t you look pretty tonight, Kitty.” He winked and kissed her cheek, before pulling out a chair. Funny how he could still make her heart flutter after all these years. His black hair, graying at the temples, was damp from his bath, and swept away from his lean clean-shaven face. Wade had stopped at the bar, but now he strode toward her, his duster flapping against his long legs as he walked.
She adjusted her skirt and touched her hair, before turning around. “Ain’t you the lucky lazy-ass whore,” Corbin mumbled as he uncapped the bottle. Corbin wouldn’t bother her with Wade here. Could be Corbin had been drinking more than Kitty realized.īehind her, she heard the door to the saloon open and then Wade’s voice, and allowed herself a small victorious smile. Bart wasn’t one to interfere unless there was big trouble on the horizon. “Shut up, Kitty,” Bart said in a hushed voice, his normally ruddy face dark with warning. “You know Wade don’t take to you hurting the girls.” Kitty reluctantly set the bottle back on the table. Sending the back of Corbin’s head a resentful look, she fixed her bodice and then scurried to the bar. She caught the back of a chair, saving herself from ending up on the hard plank floor. “Corbin, let go of Ruby.”Ĭorbin locked gazes with Kitty for another few seconds, and then flung Ruby toward the next table. “Come on now, Kitty, ain’t no need for this.” Bart touched her arm. “Let her go.”Ĭorbin stared at her with a look of disbelief, that inched into a feral smile. Kitty picked up the bottle, ready to smash it across his head. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it until she whimpered. “I told you to get me my damn whiskey.” Corbin leaned close, spit flying from his mouth. Everyone from around here knows Otis is no rustler.” “Makes a body wonder who these vigilantes are. “Too bad about what happened to him.” Kitty ignored the vulgar man and planted a hand on her hip, easy like, showing him he didn’t rile her none. Glaring at her, Corbin spit in a spittoon three feet away, not caring that he’d missed. “Otis is laid up there.”īart and Moses gave each other quick looks under the rims of their hats, and finished their shots. “There’s no room at Doc’s for Jake,” Kitty said casually. Trixie and Ruby were watching the card players, and when Kitty glanced over at them, Ruby took her meaning and went to the bar to get a bottle. Then, too, everyone likely was worried about who might get strung up next. Folks admired him because he was an honorable man, generous with the boys that worked for him and with neighbors who needed a helping hand. Kitty figured the downcast mood was on account of what happened to Otis last night. So far, only Lola had snared a customer, one of the drifters who was headed south to the border and had remarked on the place looking like a funeral parlor. Normally the boys tended to get rowdy, but tonight everyone wore long faces and talked quietly amongst themselves. Like every Saturday night, the saloon was crowded with cowpunchers who worked at the nearby ranches. A couple of heads turned, and then the men went back to staring at their beer. “You think I give a shit about that?” Corbin glared at her with such hatred she got a bit weak in the knees. “Jake isn’t well enough to travel or fend for himself.”
“It ain’t right him staying upstairs with the whore.” Corbin picked up his mug of beer and chugged half of it down. Could be he even knew that in spite of everything that was going on around Diablo Flats, she still loved him.
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Mostly because he understood she knew how to keep her mouth shut. He told her things he wouldn’t tell another living soul. They had a history, her and Wade, that went clear back to San Antonio. Sure, she had a couple more lines around her eyes and her bosom wasn’t as firm as it once was, but Wade still visited her more than he did the other girls. She purposely gave Corbin his beer last, and he slid her an evil look letting her know she’d pissed him off. The other two men each nodded at Kitty as she set their beer and whiskeys in front of them.
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