Longarm And The Banker's Daughter (9781101613375) (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
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?” Frowning, he turned to where she still sprawled as though on some red plush settee in an expensive flesh parlor in Denver, naked as the day she was born. He let smoke dribble out his nostrils. “Huh?” “I asked you if you have something I could wash myself with, Longarm.” He gave another disgusted chuff. “Reach into my saddlebags there.” She leaned over, flattening one leg while tilting the other toward it, and rummaged around in one of his saddlebag pouches. She pulled a frayed green cloth he used for giving himself the occasional whore’s bath when out on the trail, and a cake of lye soap tucked inside it, then pulled the steaming cook pot to the side of the fire.
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