Free Sabrina's Man by Gilbert Morris Page A

brown hair and brown eyes and was a ferocious saloon fighter. He was not particularly accurate with a gun, but in any activity requiring brute strength he was a good man to have. He glanced over at LeBeau and said, “You might think about that fellow Waco Smith. I’ve heard lots of talk about him.”
    â€œHe wouldn’t be interested,” Callie said. “He’s a loner. He takes what he wants, but he’s not a killer. Not like you fellas.”
    The insult, if that was what it was, did not move the other men from the table. Frank James said, “Why don’t you look into it.” He glanced over and said, “Jesse and me are going to be leaving pretty soon. We’re going back to civilization.”
    Jesse James smiled slightly. “Yeah, this is hard living here, Trey.”
    â€œPretty safe though. You go back to Missouri or somewhere, you’ll have sheriffs and deputies and all kinds of lawdogs on your trail all the time. Here all we got is a few marshals.”
    â€œI don’t like it here,” Jesse James said. “You better look into this fellow Smith. What’s he like?”
    â€œWell, he’s evidently pretty tough. I’ve never met him. I don’t think many have. He stays in the territory mostly with Indians. I hear Judge Parker has put a special price on his head.”
    â€œIf he ain’t a killer, I don’t know how we can use him,” Al Munro said.
    â€œThe man will do what he needs to do if there’s enough money involved.” LeBeau nodded. “But anyway it’s a good idea. I wonder where he is?”
    Frank James said, “I heard some talk about him when I was over at Travis’s store. He’s around there somewhere. He comes in for supplies.”
    â€œThat’s not far from here,” Trey said. “What do you say we go look him over, Callie?”
    â€œThat sounds good to me. I’m bored with watching you men lose at cards.”
    LeBeau laughed and said, “Come on. We can be there in two hours.”
    As they were on their way, LeBeau said, “You watch out for Waco Smith. Stay away from him.”
    Callie laughed. “You don’t own me, Trey. Don’t tell me what to do.”

    They reached Travis’s store and were surprised at how easy it was to find the man called Waco Smith.
    â€œHe comes in here pretty often, but he’s got a camp over by Red Canyon.” Travis, the barkeep, explained how to get there. “I wouldn’t try to sneak up on him though. He’s as quick as a snake with that. 44 of his.”
    â€œOh, it’s just a friendly visit.”
    The two mounted again, and two hours later, as Travis had said, they came upon a camp, but they did not get far before a voice said, “Hold it right where you are.”
    Immediately Trey LeBeau held up his hands. “No trouble. We come friendly.”
    Callie glanced around and saw a man emerge from behind some bushes. He was very tall with black hair and a tapered face. He had a coppery tan, and he held a. 44 loose in his hand. Not pointing it at them, just saying that it was there.
    â€œI’m Trey LeBeau.”
    â€œI’m Waco Smith.”
    â€œSure,” Trey said. “We come looking for you. This is Callie Montevado.”
    â€œI’m glad to know you, Miss Callie. Why are you looking for me?”
    â€œIs it all right if we get down and talk?”
    â€œSure. Just be careful that you don’t make any moves that would set me off. I’m a nervous type.”
    â€œI doubt that.” Trey smiled, and his eyes crinkled when he did. He stepped off his horse, as did Callie, and kept his hands carefully away from the gun. “The thing is, I’ve got a pretty good bunch of boys. We’ve taken in quite a bit of coin. Somebody said you might be interested in joining up with us.”
    â€œI don’t think so. I’m doing all right on my own.”
    â€œWell,