The Bandit Princess (The Gunsmith, Book 341)
J. R. Roberts
Language: English
Pages: 90
ISBN: 2:00210539
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THE GUNSMITH is plagued with a royal pain.
Clint Adams and a spunky female deputy must show a self-proclaimed 'bandit princess' how to behave like a proper young lady.
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Ya!” “Yeah, but I want you to really hear me, Tate,” Del said. “We don’t need no trouble, and tryin’ ta steal a horse—especially a horse like that—is trouble.” “Okay.” They started walking again, and after a few steps, Tate said, “Sure would like to have a horse like that, though.” “Yeah, I know,” Del said, “I know.” “Wonder who that fella was?” “That don’t matter,” Del said, “’cause we ain’t gonna steal his horse.” FIFTEEN The beef was burned, the vegetables tasteless, but the.
Ground. “And make sure your friend stays calm,” Clint said. “He looks nervous.” “Del, stay calm,” Tate said. “We can take him, Tate,” Del said. “No, Del,” Clint said, “you can’t.” “What makes you think so?” Del asked with as much of a sneer as he could muster. Clint did something he hated to do, but it was in the interest of not having to kill these men. “Because my name is Clint Adams.” “Adams?” Del asked. Tate looked at Del and said, “The Gunsmith?” “That’s right,” Clint said. “How do.
Stopped just inside the city limits, dismounted, and secured their mounts. “Let’s take a walk,” Clint said. “If they’re here, we should see their horses either on the street, or in the livery.” “Should we split up?” she asked. “No,” Clint said, “let’s stay together.” “You still don’t trust me?” she asked. “It’s got nothing to do with trust,” Clint said. “I don’t think you’re ready to run into these two men without me . . . do you?” She made a face and said, “Fine, we’ll stay together.”.
He asked her when she brought him some more tea. “We do not have any,” she said. “You first customer in long time.” “How do you survive?” “I do laundry,” she said, “and Grandfather very good with his hands.” “So you both have work other than this restaurant?” he asked. “Yes.” “Well, that’s not right,” he said. “All of this food was delicious. There must be some other customers. The bartender at the Cactus Saloon sent me over here. Doesn’t he eat here?” “He eat here once in while,” she.
Of the gang who was over thirty. He was the most experienced of them all. “He went fishing for dinner,” Randy said. “And Dave?” “He’s doing the laundry.” “Good. I’m running out of unmentionables.” Randy didn’t know what to say to that. “Who’s cooking tonight?” she asked. “I am.” “Well, get started.” “But . . . Hunter’s not back with the fish.” “So start making the vegetables,” she said. “Do I have to tell you everything?” “Sorry,” Randy said. “I’ll get on it.” He went into the house.