Free Sabrina's Man by Gilbert Morris

in the United States where that would be totally possible—the Indian Nations where the only law were a few scattered marshals who could not possibly keep up with all the wrongdoers.
    He was almost to Oklahoma when he drew up and saw that a wagon was pulling up close behind him. He pulled Sarge over and hid behind a bush. He saw that it was a Union Army wagon.
They’re bound to have some money on there. At least those soldier boys will have
, he thought.
I’ll get what they’ve got in their pockets
. Pulling his pistol, he waited until they were close enough then stepped out and called loudly, “Pull up there, or I’ll shoot!”
    One man was driving the wagon; two more were on horseback. One of them immediately reached for his gun.
    Waco fired, not to kill but just close enough where the man might have heard the bullet whizzing by his ear. “If you want to die, go ahead and pull for that gun,” Waco called out and was gratified to see that the man stopped. “No shooting,” he said. “Now, you two drop your weapons and get off your horses. You get out of that wagon, sonny.” He waited until all three men were down and were disarmed. “Okay, you head back down the road. If I still see you in five minutes, I’ll shoot you.”
    The three stared at him and saw something in his face that kept them silent. “Come on,” the oldest of them said. “Let’s get out of here. We’re not going to die for this.”
    Waco watched until they were mere blue dots down the road, and then he climbed into the wagon. He found more than he bargained for. There was a strongbox there. It was locked, but he shot the lock off and opened it up. “Look at that,” he said. It was filled with papers, but there was also a pile of gold coins. He looked at the papers and discovered that this was the payroll for a small fort almost in Oklahoma. He found a sack, put the gold coins in it, cut the horses loose, and then mounted Sarge after tying the gold to his saddlebag. “Come on, Sarge, we got financing.”
    The horse leaped ahead, and Waco Smith, for one moment, had some sort of guilt. He had never stolen anything before except for some livestock, mostly chickens, when he was in the army. But this was a different Waco Smith. He reached into his saddlebag, got out the whiskey bottle, drained it, and threw it away. “Well, here’s my new rule,” he announced to the air. “I’m going to do what I please and take what I want!”

CHAPTER 6
    Indian Territory, April 1870
    T rey LeBeau leaned back and threw his cards on the table. There were several men there, including the James brothers, Frank and Jesse. His band included five other men, but only Al Munro and Zeno Shaw were at the card table.
    Trey let his eyes go over to the woman who sat at the table, not playing cards but just simply sitting and watching. Calandra Montevado, whom everyone called Callie, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had a pure olive complexion and large almond-shaped eyes with long lashes. The color was blue, a particular shade of blue. He had seen a stone that was called lapis lazuli. Her eyes were that particular shade of blue. She had hair as black as the darkest thing in nature and sensuous lips.
    He let his eyes rest on her, admiring her figure as usual. She lifted her glance and met his gaze coolly. They had been together now for nearly a year, and he had never gotten the best of her in any way. In any case, she added something to his life that was missing.
    â€œWe got to pick up somebody to take Butch’s place,” Al Munro said. He was a small man with pale blue eyes and hair that was prematurely white. A deadly man with a gun, a knife, or any other weapon.
    â€œI don’t know where we’d get one,” LeBeau said.
    Zeno Shaw was the biggest man at the table. He was six feet two and weighed well over two hundred pounds. He had