Douglas asked one of the ruffians. “We still got that room up on three,” the man replied. “Good,” Douglas said with a satisfied smile. “Let’s go there.” He pushed Angeline in front of him, then took hold of her with one hand and steadied the gun between them. “Now, Mr. Lucas, I won’t have any problem from you, will I?” Douglas made certain Gavin could see the gun. “You won’t have any trouble with me.” Gavin’s voice was deadly in its tone. “Douglas, this is ridiculous,” Angeline protested. “This isn’t the old West. You can’t simply walk up to people and pull guns on them. Why even back in Bandelero, as primitive as it can be, people don’t walk around doing this.” “Dear, sweet child,” Douglas said, tightening his grip on her arm, “keep your voice down, or my good friends are going to put an end to your good friend.” Angeline paled and felt her heart pound harder.
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