A man yelled gleefully, and the cry galvanized the witnesses. As if the crowd was one body, it surged to the edge of the boardwalk, sandwiching Naomi and Rebecca between smelly, cheering men practically quivering with excitement. The marshal muttered, “Uh, oh,” and pressed his way through the sp...
Son . . . Sonny . . .” Vaguely, Grace acknowledged the pressure of a hand on her shoulder. Pushing her. Shaking her. “Rise and shine, Buttercup.” Grace blinked, yawned, and started a luxurious stretch, but muscles she didn’t know she had screamed in protest, her arms especially. She flinched and ...
Where his former Flower, Rose, had simply been dangerous due to her insanity, Delilah was cold, calculating . . . soulless. He had been right: she’d seen his offer to buy her out as weakness. Worse, she had been prepared before coming here, acquiring her own freight wagons, striking deals with bu...