Prophet said. “Ain’t it, though?” “Where might you be headed?” “Johnson City,” the hard case said, cutting his dull gray eyes at Lola, who stared at him with unadulterated hate. “I see you finally got your prisoner settled down.” He grinned until his cheeks dimpled. Prophet could tell he was unaccustomed to smiling. The bounty hunter glanced at the two Remingtons resting against the man’s thighs, the man’s hands not far from the gutta-percha grips. Apprehension was a bug buzzing around in the back of Prophet’s head. He’d seen just too much of the man of late. Coincidence? Maybe. Henry’s Crossing was a small town. While Prophet couldn’t understand what business the man would have with him or the girl, he wasn’t taking any chances. “Yeah, she’s a lamb,” Prophet grumbled, glancing at the girl. She turned to him, eyes flaring. “Right pretty,” said the stranger. Prophet shrugged. There was nothing like kicking a man in the balls to make a girl look ordinary.
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