Free Jamie's Revenge by Jenny Penn

he shouted, nearly banging her head into the side of the door. Like the crabs she’d seen back east, Jamie didn’t let up. “ Ah! Damnit, Jamie, that hurt!”
    Brodie had the audacity to actually sound insulted. That only fed her sense of injustice and the strength of her clenching fingers. This time, they curled into fists as he dropped her to her feet and saved his ass from further injury. Tending to his assaulted rear with a soothing rub, he glared accusingly at her.
    “There ain’t no call to go acting all crazy and becoming all violent.”
    Jamie sacrificed the strands of hair and gave up clawing at the knot on her gag to just rip the thing right off her head, spitting out, “ I’m violent ?” right along with the foul taste of the rag.
    Whipping at his arms, Jamie let all the frustrated desire of the past two hours loose as she came at him. “I’m violent? Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, Brodie MacAuley.”
    Brodie reeled back, holding up an arm to save his face from being smacked by his own bandana, complaining as if she were the insane one in the room. “Damnit, Jamie. I’ve had just about enough of this tantrum.”
      “And I have never in my life been treated with such disrespect, you ball-less baboon! I am not some half-cent whore you found wondering around a gold mine to be pawed at by you and your brother, nor am I some errant rustler to be gagged with your filthy, sweat-soaked rag and carted around like a sack of grain. You want to see violent?”
    Brodie snatched the bandana right out of her hands as he straightened over her. “That’s it.”
    It certainly was. Before Jamie could consider that Brodie wasn’t some up-start client, she treated him to the full-on, Madame Jamie’s temper. Plucking an apple right off the center of the table, she cocked Brodie hard in the stomach with a reinforced fist.
    The cowboy’s eyes bulged slightly. Whether in shock or true pain, she didn’t know. Grunting out an explicative, he bent over slightly. A motion she helped carry him to the ground with a hard shove. Toppled over at her feet, Jamie finally felt a little humor seep into her system. How long had she waited for this moment? Oh, but did it feel good.
    Good enough to relish. “I am sick to death of you already, you horny-dicked meddler. Always sticking your nose in my business, dragging me all around, bullying me like some bitch you’ve bought and paid for. Well I ain’t no man’s breeder, and you go take your stubbed-cock back on over to Rebecca Boyd’s place.”
    The mention of the widow had her humor vaporizing under a harsh flash of painful rage. “Didn’t think I knew about her, did you? You must have been dumb lucky to find a woman blind enough to willingly saddle herself to that wilted dick you got because trust me, honey, I know what a real man looks like, and I ain’t gonna saddle myself to no two-inch tool that needs his brother’s help just to get the job done.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    That had been a step too far. Jamie realized it about a second after the words broke the air. Her lips snapped down as her cheeks puffed out with the rest of tirade trapped in. Caelen couldn’t see Brodie’s expression from his position, but he figured it out easily enough as blushing flames ate up Jamie’s cheeks.
    With a shriek, she chunked the apple at his brother, knocking Brodie square in the forehead as he scrambled to his feet. The apple plunked to the floor and rolled toward Caelen’s boot, as Brodie shoved it away in his scramble to make it to his feet.
    Shaking off the hit, Brodie crashed right through the line of chairs Jamie whipped out as she went screaming around the table. She even managed to whip one right into his shin as he came up hard on her heels. The chair cracked under the impact, making Caelen wince in sympathy as he cleaned the apple on his sleeve.
    Careening off at the edge, Jamie rushed toward the door and freedom…and Caelen, who waited for