tactless question. It was obvious to everyone with eyes in his head that he and Eva didnât belong together.
When the coach clattered to a halt then lurched unexpectedly, Eva was catapulted into Delbert Barnesâs lap. The bookkeeper grunted uncomfortably then hoisted her upright. Her stylish hat snagged on Delbertâs jeweled stickpin and stuck there. Her coiffure came untangled and tumbled over the side of her face when Delbert tried to settle her back in the seat across from him.
âGoodness.â She leaned forward to retrieve her hat from Delbertâs jacket and surveyed the two broken feathers that hung like limp antennas. âI should have worn a helmet.â
When she flung open the door, preparing to climb down without assistance, an eerie sensationâlike another death rattleâovercame Raven. âNo!â he yelled when she surged forward to place her foot on the step.
Evaâs startled yelp was followed by the unmistakable sound of a whizzing bullet that thudded into the wall of the coach. The shot missed her headâand Delbertâs shoulderâby a scant few inches.
âGet down and stay down!â Raven roared as he lunged over the passengers to grab the nape of Evaâs dress and jerk her back inside.
Another gunshot whistled over Evaâs head as Raven sent her sprawling on Delbertâs lap again. Crawling over bodies, Raven somersaulted from the coach and came to his knees, firing both pistols in the direction of the shot.
âRun for it,â he barked at the startled passengers. âUse the coach and horses for cover and take Eva with you!â
Raven fired repeatedly while the passengers piled from the opposite side of the coach then scurried into the stage station. He cursed foully when he heard the clatter of hooves beating a hasty retreat on the rocky trail above the station.
Then and there, he decided that the sniper was ex-army or part Indian because of his guerilla fighting skills. He attacked and retreated before Raven could pinpoint his exact location and the sniper was on the move constantly. Which is exactly what Raven would have done if he were in the bushwhacking business. The only good news was that the sniper didnât have the unerring accuracy of a sharpshooter.
Scowling at the new complication heâd encountered, Raven stuffed his pistols into his holsters and strode inside. âThis day just keeps getting worse,â he muttered to the world at large.
Chapter Five
J ames Archer jerked his horse to a halt and swore sourly. âDamn J. D. Raven to hell and back,â he sneered as he reloaded his Winchester.
Heâd had several confrontations with Raven in the past and his hatred had festered as Widow Flandersâs had. The opportunity to dispose of Raven was too good to pass up. He could have put an end to that half-breed bastard and his lady friend if he hadnât gotten trigger-happy and overanxious.
James had expected Raven to be the first one to climb down from the coach, not that auburn-haired chit in calico.
The horse James was riding whinniedâjust as it had at the previous stage stop, alerting Raven to his presence on the hill. James glared mutinously at the horse then walloped it upside the head for spoiling the ambush attempt earlier. The horse danced skittishly and James yanked hard on the reins, causing the bit to dig deeply into the animalâs tender mouth.
âIâll break you, you contrary beast,â he muttered then gouged his heels painfully into the horseâs flanks.
The horse nickered again as it pranced on the stone path. James sneered impatiently then used the barrel of his rifle as a club on the horseâs neck. Before the animal reared up and unseated him, he dug in his heels againâhard. He rode away, mentally planning his next attempt to bring down the legendary J. D. Raven and leave him for buzzard bait.
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Eva appraised the damaged hat she had clamped in