Wolf's Tender by Gem Sivad

Author:Gem Sivad
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9781449966584
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2009-12-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

There were six outlaws representing varying degrees of evil in the camp. Seven, if he counted Harvey Collins. After listening to the fat windbag, Charlie had no trouble adding him to the potential body count at the end of the forthcoming shoot-out.

Deacon had circled around to the other side of the ravine, so he had a clear shot from above, into the clearing. Sam was busy cutting loose the remuda of horses the gang used for travel.

Waiting for the call of a mourning dove, Sam's signal, Charlie gave Naomi her directions. He wanted nothing more than to turn her over his knee and wale the daylights out of her.

She'd belly-crawled like an Indian right up to the camp. Part of him swelled with pride—he'd chosen well—another part of him long dormant trembled from aftershocks at seeing her so close to death. For thirty-two years he'd waited for a woman to claim his interest. Miss Naomi Parker had his full attention, and he didn't plan on losing her to her own stupidity.

"Stay here.” When she started to shake her head, he asked, “You still have my .45?” When she fumbled it out of her pocket, he frowned. It had a hair-trigger and it was loaded. “You know how to use this?” Without waiting for a reply, he took it out of her hand, checked to make sure that the cylinder was fully loaded, including the chamber that was usually kept empty for the hammer to rest on, and handed it back.

"Anyone besides Sam, Deak, or me comes running this way, pull the hammer until it cocks, and shoot ‘em.” Then he left her standing behind a boulder, holding the reins of the horses in one hand and his Colt .45 in the other.

Timing was important. Charlie acknowledged the weakness of his plan to himself as he walked into the boxed canyon. If the girls were unable to help themselves, it would be hard getting them out alive. But if they died in the shootout, it was better than leaving them in the hands of the Comancheros.

While Naomi was crawling around risking her life, he'd had time to watch the six gang members. Jericho wouldn't be able to hold them back much longer. If the old man didn't deliver what cargo he'd promised, the girls would be forfeit.

"Hola!” Charlie called as he walked into the camp, his six-shooter drawn and ready. It was enough to stop the tirade being delivered upon Harvey Collins.

"Jericho, your guard's asleep at his post. A child could steal your remuda and gut you at the same time.” In fact, the guard, a Mescalero killer with a hefty bounty on his head, wouldn't be waking up—ever.

Jericho whirled, going for his gun as he turned to face the voice he knew well. As soon as he saw the aim of Charlie's gun, he stopped in mid-draw and finished his turn, a smile on his face.

"My old friend, Charlie Wolf! What brings you to my camp this morning?” The hand that had been resting on his holster carefully lowered to his thigh and remained still.

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