A Lawman for Maggie by Sharon Ihle

Author:Sharon Ihle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2014-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Upstairs in Peggy's room, Matt made himself comfortable in a lumpy velvet chair the color of rancid pork while she tended to her personal business behind an elaborate hand-painted Chinese screen. Other than a bed covered with a surprisingly respectable chenille spread, Peggy had a dressing table, a small dining table, and even a brass hat rack so her customers wouldn't have to toss their articles of clothing onto the floor.

As he admired the way she conducted her less-than-admirable business, Peggy stuck her head around the corner of the screen and said, "What do you like best, sugar? Undressing me yourself or watching me do it?"

"Neither. In fact, please keep your clothes on."

She frowned, but then chuckled. "I think I see the trouble. It's the peg leg or just the thought of my stump—I expect it makes you a little squeamish, huh?"

"No, really, I don't mind about your leg at all." Talking about it was another matter. Matt quickly changed the subject. "Come on out here a minute, would you sweetheart?"

Eager to please, as long as money was involved, she popped around the screen and headed for her little dressing table. As she primped before a miniature oval mirror, Peggy said from over her shoulder, "Do you have any objections to using a French Secret, sugar pie?"

Matt did not want to get into a discussion about condoms or preventatives anymore than he wanted to discuss her stump. He ignored the subject entirely. "Get over here and sit down a minute, Peggy. I want to talk to you."

Turning toward him, she shrugged and limped over to her bed. "I can just as easily use an alum douche if you don't cotton to having your cock wrapped up in—"

"Good Lord, Peggy," he said, bent on ending the discussion. "I am not interested in bedding you. I just want to talk. Now sit down and listen to me."

Clearly puzzled, she took a seat on the edge of the mattress just a couple of feet away from Matt's chair. Then she scratched the dark roots of her red hair and said, "I don't think I got hold of what it is you want from me. Exactly what is it I'm supposed to do to earn all that money you promised me back at the saloon?"

"Not much when you think about it, darling. All you have to do is pack up your things tonight, then get your overworked ass on the first stagecoach out of town."

"Leave Prescott?" She pushed away from the mattress, nearly toppling off of her peg leg in the process. "As long as Rafe Hollister's on that same stage, I'd be glad to oblige."

Matt slowly shook his head. "Rafe isn't part of this deal, and I think you know it. I also think you know why."

"I don't know nothing except you dragged him off against his will and left me to rot in El Paso." She set her jaw. "That and the fact that me and Rafe belong together."

Steady on her feet now, Peggy began thumping back and forth in front of Matt, her own peculiar style of pacing.

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