Longarm And The Arapaho Hellcats (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
Longarm glanced over his shoulder. Cynthia was riding in the carriage’s quilted leather seat beside Aunt Beatrice, who looked especially puffy and drawn. Apparently, the three-hour ride along the rough wagon trail through the high, sage- and yucca-stippled desert ringed with dramatic mountains had been a little rough on the old gal. “Why would I want to do that?” Longarm said, feigning innocence. Cynthia held his gaze with a crisp, faintly admonishing one of her own. Mrs. Schimpelfinnig gave him the same look, hardening her jaws and flaring her nostrils. Longarm grinned with boyish deviltry out one side of his mouth. He couldn’t help needling the woman a little. He and Cynthia had managed to avoid getting caught with their pants down in the stable car by remaining very quiet until the woman had given up and walked on, calling for the conductor to help her open the door. When she’d passed, Longarm and Cynthia had snuck out of the car and back into the coach car, acting as nonchalant and devil-may-care as possible despite the hay and straw that had tickled the lawman’s ass all the way to Cheyenne.
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