Dorothy Garlock by Restless Wind

Author:Restless Wind [Wind, Restless]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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When Frank rode past the white, wood fence that surrounded the big ranch house, he was surprised to see Della Clayhill come through the gate and call out to him.

“Cowboy . . . come here.”

Frank reined his horse. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Didn’t you ride out with Mr. Clayhill to look for the Indian?”

Della looked into the young rider’s eyes, then slowly let hers wander over his face and settle on his lips before she smiled. It was a trick she used when she wanted to beguile a man into thinking what she wanted him to think and telling her what she wanted to know. It worked almost every time with those whose positions were inferior.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well? Did you find him?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Is that all you can say? Come now—you’re far too handsome to not be able to talk to a woman. I bet you have to fight them off of you when you go to town.” Della laughed up at him and placed her hand on his leg. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to pry every word out of you?”

“Nothin’s happened yet, ma’am. The Injun’s at the Spurlocks. The girl wouldn’t let yore pa at him. Guess he’s pretty stowed up.”

“Stowed up? What happened to him?”

“Wal, now . . . yore pa knows ’bout it. He even knowed Mrs. Gregg had took him to the Spurlocks. Shorty had a set-ta with the Injun in town ’n him ’n Shatto wanted ta waylay him. They beat the livin’ daylights outta him. They’d a done more, but Mrs. Gregg come and we scattered.”

“What more were they going to do? Were they going to kill him?” Della asked sharply.

“No, ma’am. I don’t reckon. They was agoin’ ta . . . agoin’ ta . . . ah . . .”

“What were they going to do, for Christ sake!” Della’s patience was wearing thin. Besides, she had come out into the sun without a hat and could feel the heat on her face. She’d be sure to get a freckle or two out of this, but it would be worth it if she could find out anything more about the handsome brute who’d been constantly in her thoughts since she saw him in town. His black eyes had looked straight into hers. She had known exactly what he was thinking, what he wanted. . . .

“They was agoin’ ta, ya know, do what they do ta make a . . . gelding.”

“Cut his balls? Holy shit!” The words exploded from Della’s mouth. “If the sons of bitches had ruined him I’d have personally shoved a hot poker up their asses and reamed them out good! The stupid bastards!”

The change in her face was almost as shocking to Frank as her words. The sweet smile slid away an instant before her lips spat out the vulgar words. Her eyes glittered with a cold light and her nostrils flared.

Frank gaped. She reminded him of a small, deadly snake, coiled and ready to strike.

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