Crossing the Line

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standing.
    â€œAnyone else want to try and force their way into that man’s home?” Clint asked.
    The big fellow remained on his knees and raised both hands up over his head.
    George was chomping at the bit to take Clint up on his offer, but didn’t quite have the sand to see it through. Instead, he fell back to the one thing he knew he could do well enough. “You’re all dead!” he blustered. “That n—”
    Clint cut that short by thumbing back the hammer of his Colt. The modified pistol didn’t require the movement, but the metallic click was loud enough to get the job done.
    When he spoke again, George acted as if he was forcing each word out through his teeth. “Carl, his sister, and you, Mister Adams. You are all dead. Ain’t nobody gonna stand for their kind treatin’ hardworkin’ men like this.”
    â€œThey didn’t do a thing,” Clint said. “It was all me, and I’ll be glad to explain myself to anyone you’d like. I’m pretty certain there are plenty of folks around here who’ll believe you and your friends are a bunch of back-shooting idiots.”
    George may have been too frightened to say anything else, or he may have simply been unable to dispute Clint’s words. Whichever it was, he started walking toward the house without another threat or complaint.
    â€œLeave him,” Clint said. “Just go and we’ll bring your friend back to Pace’s.”
    George showed his true colors that night. Not only did he turn and run, but he left his partner without a second thought.

SEVENTEEN
    Just to be on the safe side, Clint slept at Carl’s house that night. He actually didn’t get much sleep at all, since the only place for him to stretch out was in an old rocking chair in the sitting room. He had blankets to keep him warm, and even a pillow, but none of that was enough to make the wooden slats more bearable upon his back and shoulders. After it was too late to even try to sleep any longer, Clint realized he would have had better luck lying on the ground.
    â€œYou’re up bright and early,” Sadie said as she shuffled from her room and into the kitchen.
    Rather than air out a few truthful complaints, Clint nodded and rubbed his neck. “The sun’s up, so I am too.”
    â€œWill you be staying on then, kind of like our own personal scarecrow?” When she saw the expression on Clint’s face, Sadie laughed and shook her head. “Never mind me. After hearing all the fire and brimstone my brother was saying last night, it’s a wonder the world hasn’t ended by now.”
    Clint watched her move about to prop open some windows and collect a few cups to go along with the kettle in her hand. She still wore her sleeping gown, but wasn’t as careful to wrap it around her. She must have been comfortable around Clint, because she went about her business without making certain every lace was cinched up or checking that her collar was properly situated. She wasn’t exactly putting on a show, but Clint did get a few glimpses of her smooth, dark skin.
    Sadie’s generous breasts swayed beneath the single layer of cotton and the cool morning air made her nipples stand erect against the material. The bright sunlight even shone through her gown when she stood in just the right spot, allowing Clint to see a hint of her full, rounded hips.
    â€œYou don’t seem too concerned with what happened,” Clint said.
    She set down the cups and kettle to pick up a dented pail. “If they come back, we’ll figure out a way to deal with them. If someone different comes around, we’ll deal with them too. Whether all of that happens or none of it, no good will come from us carrying on about it.”
    â€œI suppose that’s true enough.”
    â€œYou want some coffee?”
    â€œThat’d be—”
    â€œThen go get some water from the pump,” Sadie cut

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