His fingers were like thick sausages, and when he took hold of the reins to Rosa’s horse, he clamped around the leather straps like a vise. “This little lady did all that?” Tom asked after Clint was finished explaining why he was handing Rosa into his custody. “She was the lookout for Franco Dominguez when he intended on picking off me and my friend in Dover Shallows,” Clint explained. “I’m pretty sure she was there when we got ambushed, but I didn’t see her fire a shot.” “Just acting as a lookout again, huh?” “That’s my guess.” Tom looked up to Rosa with calculating eyes. Although he took a second to appreciate her figure, he didn’t let his eyes linger on her for too long. “Pretty ones like this tend to favor the troublemakers,” Tom muttered. “They also tend to think their pretty faces will get ’em out of whatever trouble they get into.” “That’s why I handed her over to you, Tom. Only a happily married man like yourself could resist such feminine wiles.”
