Longarm Giant 30 - Longarm and the Ambush at Holy Defiance by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans [Evans, Tabor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Western, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780515153538
Publisher: Jove
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Longarm awoke the next morning feeling as though he’d tangled with seven bobcats in the back of a covered wagon.

He slid out from beneath Haven, who slept naked beneath the two wool blankets of his hot roll, and dressed quietly in the predawn darkness. He rummaged around in the brush for more dry wood and laid a new fire.

When he dropped a branch atop the building flames, Haven lifted her head from his saddle with a gasp, clutching her blankets to her breasts, her eyes sharp with fear between tangles of her lustrous brown hair.

“Easy,” he said, holding up one hand, palm out. “Just me.”

She did not blink but continued to stare at him as though he were a bear that had wandered into her camp. The fear was slow to fade. When it did, her pale cheeks were touched with the pink of embarrassment, and then she rose quickly, holding his blankets around her luscious body, and gathered her clothes.

When she had them all, she tramped off into the mesquites to dress in private.

Longarm got out his pot and made coffee, casting speculative glances at the mysterious creature in the mesquites beyond him. He’d never known a girl quite like her, and he had a feeling there was plenty more to her story than what she’d shared last night.

“Looks like it’s going to be another hot day,” she said, throwing her hair out from her shirt collar when she returned from the brush, dressed and carrying his blanket roll neatly tied. She looked around and he saw that the earlier, mysterious fear was gone from her eyes, the old Haven Delacroix returned.

At least, the day one.

Very odd how she could be one person during the day, nearly the opposite one at night.

As they ate jerky and biscuits for breakfast and drank coffee, they said little, and what they did say in no way referenced the night before. They discussed the route to the dead lawmen’s graves, and they discussed the missing gold and who might have taken it, and where they might find water out here, and that was all. It was almost, Longarm thought, as though they had not coupled like wolves only a few hours ago.

As though theirs were only a cool, impersonal, professional relationship.

Which was fine with him. Odd. But fine.

He did, however, feel compelled to say later, as they finished saddling their horses with the sun nearly up, “Since we’re partnered up an’ all, Haven…I mean, Agent Delacroix…you can tell me anything you want, you know. Anything you might want to get off your chest.” He draped his saddlebags over the roan’s back and looked at her over his saddle. “Just so’s you know.”

He meant that she could tell him why she’d had such fear in her eyes when she’d first seen him this morning, after their rare, erotic intimacy of the night before.

She took her steeldust’s reins and swung into the leather, the saddle squawking beneath her, looking at him with a faint, appreciative smile, the smile of a stranger passing on the street.

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