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INSPIRATIONAL ROMANCE
the man was talking wildly, which meant the others
were probably all against the walls, a wise place to be if the
whip was as long as it looked.
Seeming for all the world to be on an afternoon stroll.
Liberty walked down the boardwalk and through the
swinging doors of the saloon. She stopped inside, her eyes
scanning the room and summing up the situation. The
afternoon was growing long, and the saloon was already
getting crowded. A good 25 customers were backed away
from the angry man, who for a moment was in profile to
her.
"I want him found," he said, his voice low as he lashed
at a chair.
"Is he looking for Critter?" Liberty asked Smiley, who
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tended the bar.
"Yeah, but Stumpy was at the table, and he said nobody
cheated."
The man turned suddenly, his eyes scanning the room.
"Don't nobody move until I find him."
"We'll find him for you, but you have to put the whip
down," Liberty told him, taking a few more steps inside.
The man seemed to notice her for the first time. He wasn't
a big man, but the bullwhip looked to be a dozen feet long,
and even with his staggering gait, he looked like he could
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use it. Crescent Moon's bouncer was against one wall, a red
slash on his face and one on his arm. The only disadvantage
to Shotgun's laws concerning firearms in the saloons
was the owner's inability to protect himself or his clientele.
"What did you say to me?"
"I said, put the whip down. No one wants to fight with
you. Just put it away." Liberty's voice held authority, but it
didn't carry like Griffin's. She wasn't sure she would get
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any response at all.
The whip suddenly cracked with terrific force, giving
Liberty her answer. Nevertheless, she held her ground.
"Do you know what I can do to you?" he started to say,
but Liberty drew and put a bullet past his ear.
"I want the whip put down," she said, her voice deadly
calm. She also heard riders but couldn't be certain that help
was on the way. She tried again. "Set it gently on the floor
and take a seat at the table there."
The man watched her suspiciously. He noticed that she
was holding a gun, but he still wasn't certain she had fired
the shot. He shook his head a little and went to sit down,
the whip still in his hand.
"What's his name?" Liberty asked of Smiley.
"I think Leonard something."
"Listen to me, Leonard," Liberty said as she
approached. "You need to drop the whip and kick it
toward me."
"You can't have my whip!" he stood with a roar as he
shouted, the whip going into action again. Liberty had
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stayed well back, and from the corner of her eye she caught
Griffin and Slater as they entered. Keeping her target in
view, she shot the hat from Leonard's head. That man
stopped in surprise, reeling a little in his boots. He turned
in a deliberate fashion when he heard the cock of a shotgun
from his other side.
"Put the whip down, or I'll take your arm off," Griffin
said, his tone telling everyone in the room that he meant it.
Slater had moved around and was coming at him from
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behind. When he drew close enough, he stepped on the
whip and waited. He certainly hoped the man would do as
he was told. It wasn't fun to shoot any man. It was
extremely hard to shoot a drunk, when your heart told you
he would act differently when sober.
"I want my whip," the man said pathetically, and Slater
was close enough to see it go loose in his grasp. He
removed the whip gently, the man having never seen him,
and stepped back against the wall, where he began to wind
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it into a circle. Griffin moved toward him, and Liberty
repositioned herself in case Leonard had more tricks up his
sleeve. Griffin was cuffing him when Slater reached her
side.
"Are you all right?" He dropped his head slightly to see
her face beneath the brim of her hat.
Liberty blinked in surprise. "I'm fine."
Slater nodded, but his heart smarted a little in his chest.
Did no one ever check with