Blaze! Hell's Half Acre by Jackson Lowry

Author:Jackson Lowry [Lowry, Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

"Wait." Kate held her husband back. "Let them settle down. Then we can catch Morrisey."

"You want to get him with his pants down? It didn't look that way to me." J.D. frowned as he considered what he'd just said. What was Zeke Morrisey doing in a whorehouse if he wasn't taking advantage of its primary product?

He and Kate said at the same time, "The envelope!"

"The other robber wrote a letter to Big-hearted Abby and Morrisey found out. Why would he come here if he has the gold from the bank robbery?" J.D. frowned even more. There was a simple way of answering all the questions. He pushed Kate out of the way. "Watch my back."

"You mean that cute backside?" She laughed at his sour expression. "I should have found a way to bring along my six-shooter. We could gather them both up at the same time."

"I can handle both of them."

"You can certainly handle me."

J.D. had to shake his head at that. He always felt she was just a little beyond his control, and that was what he loved about her. A quick check showed his six-gun was ready for action. With a swift move, he opened the door. Even faster, he closed the door. His breath came fast, and his heart raced.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Frank Bell. He's outside the door, and he's got his gun ready for action."

The words hardly cleared J.D.'s lips when three quick shots echoed down the corridor. Knowing the element of surprise would fade if Three-fingers Frank had a chance to recover from breaking into the whore's room, J.D. opened the door again and rushed into the hallway, six-shooter leveled. The outlaw had broken down Abby's door and had burst into the room. Three quick steps brought J.D. to the open door. A look around inside told him how bad the situation was.

Zeke Morrisey huddled in the corner, bent over and moaning. Three-fingers Frank had gut shot him. Abby pressed against the wall across the room from Morrisey, pale from shock and eyes darting around like a trapped animal. J.D. cocked his six-shooter and shouted, "Drop it, Bell. Don't try it!"

He fired at the same instant as the bank robber. Splinters flew beside his head, causing him to flinch. A sharp pain showed where one wooden shard grazed his forehead. He flinched away, and this caused his next shot to go wide. He missed Bell and blew out the window. The outlaw dropped to one knee and braced his elbow against the bed for a better shot.

By now, J.D. recoiled and dived back into the corridor. The robber's bullets tore through the air above him. He rolled onto his back and fired a couple rounds to keep Bell from following up on his momentary advantage.

"I got her. I got a gun to her head. Toss your piece in, or I'll blow her damned brains out. I promise you!"

"Waste your ammo, Bell. See if I care. She doesn't matter to me." J.D. heard Kate's hiss at this.

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