Longarm said, trying to ignore her taunting invitation, staring out the oval-shaped cavern door, puffing the cheroot with a little too much vigor, “is what kind of trouble you got yourself into with Gunn and Cruz?” “Do you have something I can wash myself with?” &nbs...
And some were as dumb as the notions pool-room kids told one one another about women. But the taxpayers had the right to expect a senior deputy to do his duty, no matter how painful. So he put his hat and gun aside and got out of his boots and duds as fast as he was able, with the curvaceous crea...
She wrinkled the skin above her fine, long, alabaster nose and cast her frosty, blue-eyed gaze toward an open window at the other end of the little log schoolhouse that sat in the woods near the village of Little Bucharest, in the San Juan Mountains of southern Colorado Territory. &nb...
Longarm’s eyes grew heavy and slid slowly down over his eyes. “Oh . . . that ain’t nice, Miss Jo . . .” The girl tittered as she ran her hand very slowly up from the bottom of his cock, her hand making wet sounds against his skin. “I think you like it.” “Just the back’ll do.” “What’s that? I coul...
The place was neither as fancy nor as expensive as the restaurant where they had eaten the night before, but the food was good and the price was right. When they finished their meal Longarm retrieved his Stetson from the rack beside the front door and said, “All right. Where’s this casino you wer...
What it did have was a telegraph key. “Whilst I’m busy getting a wire off to the Cheyenne police,” he told the driver, “you can unload the corpse and put him . . . I dunno, someplace in the shade, I s’pose. Into an ice house if they got such a thing here.” “Me?” the jehu groaned. “You shot him. Y...
He also carried a peck of the grain into the chicken house, which he had discovered that morning, unscathed, and scattered it for the birds. He left the pen open so the chickens could get out to forage for themselves once he was gone. Otherwise they would surely starve to death. On the other hand...
He sat up straighter in the bed while she turned toward the door. “Wait a minute,” Longarm said sharply as he prepared to throw the covers back and swing his legs out of bed. “I’ll help—” Nola thrust a hand toward him, palm out. “You stay right there!” she ordered. “Whatever’s going on down there...
Longarm told Gloria that evening at the Belmont Restaurant. “I even checked the freighting companies, along with the railroad and stagecoach lines. No one has seen Bodie or Homer.” “If they had, they’d have remembered,” Gloria said. “So where do you think that they’re hidi...
The settlement was, by and large, a cattle town, serving the vast ranches here in the northeast comer of the territory. Longarm had visited Raton many times before, and when he swung down from the train car, his long-legged strides carried him through the depot and down the street toward the loca...
the tawny-haired, brown-eyed girl added quickly, correcting herself. “Well, now,” Longarm said, kicking the door of the girl’s room closed. “Ain’t this cozy?” Jenny May gritted her teeth as she glared up at him from the floor. “What in the hell are ...
He had ridden the mare, loaded down with the forty sticks of dynamite, twenty in each side of the bag. He had brought along tape, blasting caps, and fuse. He made his way up the side of the mountain, having a hard time of it with the dynamite and his rifle. He had to make two trips, but he had be...
She was dressed, her hair was combed, and she looked surprisingly chipper considering the long night of lovemaking they’d enjoyed. “Well,” Milly said with a smile, “I was wondering when you were going to wake up and have some breakfast.” “Any coffee...
Well, he kinda had been, Longarm conceded. It wasn’t an easy thing for a man to learn he’d just been wiped out. And through no fault of his own at that. “I’m sorry,” Longarm said, the words sounding as lame and empty to him as he knew they would. But what the hell else could a man say? Weak as it...
“I sure as hell won’t help you.” Longarm frowned. “Mind telling me why not?” “Because there is a stage that goes up to Lees Ferry and I can’t compete with them.” “We’re in a hurry.” “Yeah,” the man said, “I’ll just bet you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I know who you are, Marshal. And I’...
Longarm and Petrovsky rode abreast. Prud Simmons, not only handcuffed, but tied to his horse by a rope looped around his ankles and passed under the animal’s belly, was half a lariat’s length behind them. The morning air was crisp and clean, tanged with just a breath of autumn’s promise. &n...