Clint Adams the Gunsmith 15 by JR Roberts

Author:JR Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Piccadilly

As they approached the Farrell House Hotel, Molly gasped. “Whooee.”

“And this is off Portsmouth Square,” he said. “A few blocks that way are the really big hotels and gaming houses.”

“This isn’t big?”

“This is considered medium,” he said. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

As they entered the opulent lobby, she asked, “Who owns this place?”

“A good friend of mine named Duke Farrell,” Clint said. He didn’t bother telling her that he owned a piece of it, too.

As they approached the desk, he saw that the clerk was a stranger to him. Personnel changed constantly in the hotel business. The handsome young man watched as they walked toward him, his eyes roaming up and down Molly’s body. When they stopped, she gave him a hard stare.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked. “Ma’am?”

“Yes,” Clint said, “is Duke around?”

“Mr. Farrell is in his office,” the young man said. “Can I say—”

“I know the way,” Clint said. “Thanks.”

“Sir, you can’t—”

“Don’t worry, son,” Clint said. “It’s okay. We’re old friends.”

He led Molly down a hallway with the young clerk still stammering behind them. When he reached the office door, he knocked and then opened it. Duke Farrell looked up from his desk.

“So, you finally gave up on your Barbary Coast palace?” he asked.

“Yep,” Clint said. “We need a room, Duke. Got anything available?”

Farrell smiled and said, “Best room in the house, for you.”

He came around the desk and the two men embraced warmly. Farrell was barely five-foot-five, but he was a big man in Clint’s eyes. As always, he was wearing a very expensive suit, and his haircut was recent and impeccable.

“Duke, this is Molly.”

“Hello, Molly. You smell mighty good.”

“Just had a bath,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Farrell.”

“Duke,” Farrell said, “just call me Duke.”

“Okay, Duke.”

Farrell looked at Clint. The smaller man could have been forty or fifty, Clint had never known his true age. He had spent many years as a con man before becoming a hotel owner.

“I got your message,” Farrell said. “Did I help?”

“You helped a lot, but now I need a room here.”

“You’ve always got a room here, Clint,” Farrell said. “You know that.”

“Thanks, Duke.”

“Want to tell me what it’s about?” Farrell asked.

“Not yet.”

“Am I gonna get shot at? Or arrested?”

“Shot at, maybe,” Clint said, “but not arrested.”

“Well, that’s somethin’,” Farrell said. “Come on, let’s get you that room.”

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