Comanche Haven (The Loflin Legacy: Book 1) by Catherine Wolffe

Author:Catherine Wolffe
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: romance, love, mystery, texas, sex, horse, historical, passion, medicine, woman, victorian, cowboy, ranch, suspence, indian, steamy, making love, western frontier, comanche

Chapter 8

Family Secrets

The scream destroyed the moment with the precision of a gunshot.

Both Celia and Seth froze.

Again, the sound of a woman in distress startled the night.

Without fanfare, Seth dropped Celia to the ground. “Cover up,” he hissed. Buttoning his pants with one hand, he reached for his gun with the other.

Clutching her arms to her exposed breasts, Celia looked to Seth for an unvoiced answer to the screams, while she tried desperately to get her fingers to work on the buttons of her dress. The alley had suddenly became a cold, unforgiving place where their little tryst had been discovered, or at least it felt like that. As she tugged at her clothes, Celia tried valiantly to gather her wits. Her mind, as yet, couldn’t comprehend why the woman was screaming, but she heard anger mingled with fear in her voice.

“Stay here.” Seth growled. The order was curt and issued without consideration of an objection, as he finished yanking on his pants. Reaching for his gun belt in the dirt, he headed for the street.

“But…”

Seth silenced Celia’s protest with a warning glint from piercing blue eyes.

His profile in the dim light was the cowboy gone on alert.

Moving with the stealth of a cat, he made it to the corner of the building as he cocked his revolver with one hand and stuffed in his shirttail with the other.

The dim glow coming from the nearby saloon offered only enough light to show two figures struggling in the midst of the dirt. Several patrons had followed the disturbance out into the street. Their jeers and calls of encouragement mingled with the cries and curses, which grew in intensity.

As she drew near, Celia could see the two individuals tangled in the dirt.

“Get her! The whore needs a good whuppin’. Don’t let her kick you like that! Go on – show that slut whose boss.”

Slowly, the now growing crowd moved out to circle the two combatants, like rabid dogs worked up at the sight of blood.

Celia could hear the woman continue to cry for help, but no one lifted a finger. Pain coated with anger rose up in Celia at the woman’s distress. Why didn’t someone help her? She looked for Seth, but he wasn’t around.

The crack of a hand against skin sliced through the crowd. It enlivened the onlookers’ mood like pouring kerosene on a campfire.

The ground shook as a thud and moaning emerged from the frenzied circle of onlookers. Unable to stop herself, Celia strode forward. She had to help the poor creature, whoever she was. With her clothing back in place, Celia moved cautiously out into the street. She still didn’t find Seth. Weaving her way around the hecklers until she could see clearly, she saw a man and a woman tangled in an awful physical encounter.

The woman staggered back holding her side as she swayed. Her hair hung disheveled with long frizzed strands hanging haphazardly in her face. Blood bloomed red and fresh on her mouth. The saloon dress she wore proved worse for wear with a liberal coat of filth and tears marring it’s garish beauty.

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