Riding With The Devil's Mistress (Lou Prophet Western #3) - Plot & Excerpts
‘Shit,’ Prophet said. ‘I was hopin’ you’d ridden on. I don’t have time for craziness, girl.’ ‘I don’t go anywhere without my revolver, Mr. Prophet.’ She extended her hand for the gun. ‘So you can shoot my prisoner here?’ Prophet said, grabbing his saddle horn and pulling himself atop his hammerheaded dun. ‘No, ma’am.’ With her customary bald impudence, the girl said, ‘If I still wanted to kill him, I could plug him with my Winchester. Could’ve already done it, as a matter of fact— just as you were coming out of the trees.’ Prophet looked at her tiredly. ‘Where did you learn all this stuff, anyway—shootin’ and ambushin’ and cuttin’ men’s balls off? You’re only seventeen.’ ‘It’s a tough world out here, Mr. Prophet.’ Slouched in his saddle, favoring his wounded arm that was giving him tremendous pain, MacDonald looked wary. ‘Whose balls did she cut off?’ ‘Man name of Barry,’ Prophet told him. ‘Barry?’ ‘I think that was his name.’ MacDonald blinked with horror.
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