to get through the night, and get out of town.
Just one night.
Was that too much to ask?
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âOkay,â Denny said in the Red Garter, âwe know what room heâs in. Now all we gotta do is wait until heâs asleep, and then go in and get him.â
âWe gonna go in the back?â Fred asked.
âNo,â Denny said, âweâll go right in the front.â
âWhat about the clerk?â Ames asked.
âHe wonât do anythinâ,â Denny said. âHe wonât have time. Weâll go right up the stairs and get it done.â
âWhat about the sheriff?â Fred asked.
âWhat about him?â Denny asked.
âWhat do we tell him?â Ames asked. âHeâs gonna show up, you know.â
âWeâll deal with him when the time comes,â Denny said. âOnce the Gunsmith is dead, whatâs he gonna do anyway?â
âIâI dunno,â Ames said.
âJust relax,â Denny said. âLet me do the thinkinâ and the talkinâ.â
âSo when do we go?â Fred asked.
âWhen I say so,â Denny said. âFred, why donât you get us another beer?â
âHuh? Oh yeah, sure.â
After Fred went to the bar, Denny asked, âYou think heâll pull the trigger?â
âHuh? Oh, sure, why not? Oh, you mean because of what he said? Naw, heâs ready. Donât worry.â
âIâm not worried,â Denny said, âbut if he doesnât do his part, Iâll kill him right after we kill the Gunsmith.â
Ames looked over at Fred, returning with three beers, and said, âThatâs okay with me.â
TWENTY-FIVE
Clint was alert for the sounds of the floorboards in the hall. There was no access to his room by the window, so he didnât have to worry about that. If they made it through the night, heâd still have to worry about stepping out onto the street in the morning. If someone wanted to make a try for him, that would be the time. Theyâd either face him in the street, or try to ambush him.
He heard the boards creak, but he had also heard the door to Bridget and Brideâs room open. Then there was a knock at his door.
He knew it was her, but still he took the gun with him when he answered it. As he opened the door, she quickly stepped in, the scent of her tickling his nostrils as she came. He closed the door and turned to face her. She was wearing a cotton nightgown that clung to her, making it clear there was nothing underneath. Her nipples were poking into the fabric.
âBrideâs asleep,â she said. âFast asleep.â
âReally?â he asked. âEven I heard your door creak open.â
âDonât worry,â she said. âSheâs asleep.â
âBridget,â he said, âthis may not be a good idea.â
She loosened something on her nightgown, and it fell to the floor. She was naked, and he could see that the freckles spread over her pert breasts. Her rust-colored nipples were hard. The hair between her legs was an even deeper red than the hair on her head. And the scent of her was . . . womanly.
âDo you want me to go?â
He drank in the sight of her and said, âNo.â
She smiled, and approached him. She ran her hand down his arm, until it was touching his gun.
âDo we need that?â
âI hope not.â
She took the gun from him, walked to the bedpost, and slid it into the holster. Her naked butt was stunning to watch as she walked. There was not an ounce of fat on her body.
She turned, beckoned to him, and said, âCome to bed, Clint.â
He started for her, but she stopped him.
âWait!â
âWhat?â
âNot with all those clothes on.â
Hurriedly, he began to remove them.
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âThatâs his window,â Denny said, pointing.
âHis light is still burning,â Fred pointed out.
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