Devil in Texas (Lady Law & The Gunslinger Series, Book 1) by Adrienne deWolfe

Author:Adrienne deWolfe [deWolfe, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2016-07-11T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Later that night, Cass stood in the woods across from Wilma's back fence, dodging moonlight and resisting the urge to light a smoke. Shadow sheathed him from his Stetson to his boots. He'd stuffed his pale gold hair beneath his hat; he'd readied his bandanna for the mission to come; and he'd discarded all reflective silver, including his buckle and spurs.

He was planning to ransack another bedroom.

When Collie had caught up with him, minutes before Act II, Cass ordered the boy to babysit Baron for the rest of the evening. But Collie hadn't been fooled by Cass's excuse—namely, that he had a sniper to catch. The boy guessed Cass was planning a showdown with Sadie.

That's when Collie surprised him by blurting out the news: "Sadie said if I was really your friend, I'd get you out of Baron's organization before you get yourself hanged."

"Oh, did she now?"

"Why would she say a thing like that?"

"Beats me."

"Don't you think you should find out?" Collie demanded, looking troubled.

"Don't you think you should mind your own business?"

"Hell, you're such a pain in my ass, you are my business," Collie retorted. "'Sides. I'm tired of getting you off of murder charges, Snake Bait."

"You're what?!"

"You heard me," Collie said loftily. "I didn't ride all the way to Texas for a suntan. You promised me a Ranger badge. But the way I figure it, you screwed up so bad with Sterne, he's got us both blackballed for life."

"Baron's going to fix that."

"I don't trust Baron."

"You don't trust anybody."

"That's what helps me survive," Collie said flatly. "And speaking of surviving, Sadie offered to spy on Sterne—for a price. Maybe she's playing Baron and Sterne against each other. You're the only body in this town, who can see through that woman's lies. You need to find out what she's really up to, before she gets herself plugged."

Cass blew out his breath. He hated when Collie was right.

In any event, Cass had decided to search through Sadie's trunks. The ones Collie had found in the Confederate munitions cave beneath Wilma's kitchen.

As autumn leaves eddied above the ten-foot cedar planks that circled Wilma's tool shed, Cass waited impatiently for a friendly cloud to gobble up the moon. It was Devil's Eve, so he figured a party was underway at the brothel. No doubt every bouncer on the property was on alert for pranksters. He'd already seen a pair of Sid's deputies trot down the street, shotguns in hand, scanning the shadows for mischief-minded youths.

As the sky finally dimmed and the moon disappeared, Cass dragged his bandanna over his nose.

Time to make my own mischief.

With the stealth of his coyote namesake, he passed through cedar needles and thorn scrub, crossed the crackling grasses of the thirsty yard, and skirted the parlor window, where Cotton entertained himself by sharpening a 10-inch blade. No doubt the spinning whetstone was the Cajun's way of discouraging vandals.

By the time the racing cloud had thinned, allowing a few silver moonbeams to poke through the night, Cass had picked the lock on Wilma's gate and slipped inside the protective darkness of her tool shed.

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