W.W. Rhynne, his face expressionless, had finished glancing from the two kings in his hand to the stacked pile of coins in the pot on the green baize table. W.W. had played a patient game, betting on his good hands, folding quietly on the bad. Now he’d bluffed for the first time, risking his enti...
"Don't give me that." Gazing down at him, she marveled at how far he'd come from the stumblebum she'd rescued. He was a still a good looking man at what—fifty eight?—despite the abuse his body had taken over God only knew how many years. "You had a quick enough tongue as Sarah," he said. "But now...
Now she saw him watching her from the partially formed circle, Cathleen's hand in his. Did he know, too? Did everyone know she had been Marty Collier? There was no place to run. Jules, holding her right hand, pulled her into the circle. Then someone else took her left hand...
Alitha woke most mornings to find their camp blanketed with a cooling fog, and often, in the evening, she saw the fog swirl inland from the sea. She was more accustomed now to rising before daybreak and setting off in the early dawn, to ride all day with only brief stops t...
By tacit agreement, Adrien assumed leadership of the group and set a lookout every day and every night, all of the men taking turns. By the night they guarded against possible attack from the other island. By day they did, too, but also scanned the seas for any sign of the...
His sorrel snorted, the horse’s breath misty in the chill morning air. To the east, across the river, the sun hadn’t risen high enough to touch the ice-choked water of the Pecos. Thin, rosy-tinted clouds lay above the distant caprock of the Staked Plains. There was somethi...
Tears rolled down the black woman's face. "My sweet child," she cried. "I don't be meaning to hurt you, no, never." Madame Le Moyne, pale and trembling, leaned against her husband. Yolande was the one who, with Nicolas' help, managed to pry Julienne from the fat slave's ar...