Savage Country by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Rebel was seething inside as she rode down to the livery stable. She was mad at Conrad, of course, but she was also angry with herself. She should have known better than to let herself become interested in some damn Eastern dude who acted most of the time like he had a corncob shoved up his butt.

If he hadn’t been such a handsome man . . . and if he hadn’t jumped on her to shield her with his own body like he had during that fight with the Apaches . . . she probably never would have done more than casually despise him. The fact that he was rich didn’t mean anything to her. The fact that he was intelligent, and that he obviously had at least some measure of courage, those things were more important. After traveling for a day or two with Conrad Browning and Frank Morgan, she had realized quite honestly that her cousin Ed and her brothers were in the wrong in this vendetta they had against Morgan. He was a good man, and he never would have killed her other cousins if they hadn’t forced him into it. The best thing for the Callahan boys to do would be to forget about Frank Morgan.

But they wouldn’t. Rebel knew that in her heart. It was only a matter of time before they showed up and tried to kill Frank again.

The thought that Conrad might be hurt or killed when that happened made a pang of fear go through Rebel, despite her current irritation with him. He could be damned annoying, but she had come to care for him anyway.

And that was what made her the most upset.

She wasn’t worried about Pamela Tarleton. Rebel was confident that if she wanted to, she could take Conrad away from some pale, skinny little simp from Philadelphia. The question was whether she really wanted Conrad or just had a crush on him.

Damn a problem you couldn’t shoot or whip into submission anyway, she thought as she dismounted and led the horses into the stable.

Making arrangements with the elderly proprietor to care for them didn’t take long. Then she asked, “What’s the best hotel in town?”

“That’d be the Holloway House, miss,” the old-timer told her. He pointed to an impressive two-story structure on the other side of the street in the next block. “Right over yonder. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” Rebel left the saddles at the stable but took her saddlebags and rifle with her, along with Conrad’s Winchester. If the Holloway House was the best hotel in Ophir, she was confident that he would be staying there as well. Nothing but the best for the great Conrad Browning. She would find out his room number and give him the Winchester. Dumb greenhorn would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on.

As she approached the hotel, she saw Pamela Tarleton going into the place with an older man who had to be the father she and Conrad had mentioned. Clark Tarleton, that was his name, Rebel recalled.

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