Free Mail Order Bride - Westward Justice: Historical Cowboy Romance (Montana Mail Order Brides Book 6) by Linda Bridey

from making a very big mistake, Paul.”
                  “What mistake?” Paul said.
                  “The mistake of ticking me off and making me kick you out the door like I did Slim earlier,” she said.  “See, what you don’t understand is that this is my barroom and I get to decide who stays and goes.  If you behave you can stay and have a good time.  If you can’t then you get booted out.”
                  “You can’t do that,” Paul said a little uncertainly.
                  “Oh, I can and I will,” Sammi said.  Her gaze turned cooler.  “Do not test me.”  She got up off of Paul’s lap.
                  Looking at Chase she said, “If I were you, I’d find someone else to play poker with.”
                  “Yeah, but what about the game we’ve got going on now?” Chase said and pointed to the pot.
                  Sammi looked down at the table and smiled at both men.  She bent down and counted the money and then split it in half.  She pushed half over to Paul and the other half to the other side of the table.
                  “Since we can’t prove anything, you both get to go home with something, which is better than nothing,” Sammi said.
                  “That’s not fair!” Paul said and got up out of his seat in a menacing manner.
                  Mitch got ready to intervene as he watched the situation play out.
                  Sammi pulled her gun and aimed it at his head.  “That’s close enough, Paul.  I tried being nice.  Now take your money and get out of here while you still can.”
                  Paul held up his hands and said, “Ok, ok.”  He swept his money off the table, stuffed it into his pocket and left.
                  “Chase, you got any problem with that?” Sammi said as she holstered her gun.
                  “No, ma’am.  None,” he, too, gathered his money and made himself scarce.
                  The place had gotten quiet.  Sammi said loudly, “Nothing to see here, folks.  Go back to having fun.”
                  She walked back and sat down again with Mitch.
                  “How was that?” she asked.
                  Mitch chuckled.  “Not bad, Sammi.”
                  “Thanks.  So where were we?” she asked.
                  Mitch sighed.  “Unfortunately, I have to go get some sleep.  Gotta be up early.”
                  Sammi was disappointed, but nodded.  “Yeah, it’s getting late.”
                  Mitch put a hand on her forearm and said, “Let’s have lunch tomorrow.”
                  “Ok,” Sammi said with a smile.  “I’ll meet you at your office around one.”
                  “Sounds good.  Goodnight, Sammi,” Mitch said rising from his chair.
                  “Goodnight, Mitch,” Sammi said. 
                  After Mitch left, there were no more incidents and Sammi had fun with Jamie and the guys.  However, her mind kept turning to Mitch.  Her main reason for coming to Dawson was to meet Mitch and spend time with him, but so far that wasn’t working out.  While she kept an eye on things and visited with her friends, Sammi got an idea.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
                  Mitch was woken by stealthy movements downstairs.  He sat up slowly and listened to see if it was Beulah.  He looked over on the pile of blankets in the corner of his room and saw that she was sound asleep on them.  Someone was in his house.
                  “Some watch dog you are,” he whispered to Beulah.  The dog continued to snore.
                  As Mitch picked up his gun from where it sat on his nightstand, he heard someone start to come up the stairs.  Their