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he had worked as a lumberjack and Flossy cooked for a construction outfit. The man still listed his profession as a lumberjack but seemed to spend most of his time gambling in town.
Cash tied his pinto alongside the Stewart's horse and made his way to the house. By the time he was outside the window, he heard Clem's booming voice.
"
THIS IS IT?
"
"Uncle Clem, there was nobody in town."
"Don't give me that, you probably bought candy."
"No, Uncle Clem!"
Flesh smacking flesh pounded in Cash's ears. He bolted for the front door and barged in, finding Melanie backed in a corner with her uncle's hand preparing another strike. Aunt Flossy jumped from her chair, startled, as Cash caught Clem's arm, spinning him around and delivering knuckles to the man's face.
With Clem Stewart caught off guard, Cash slammed him with another belt to the mouth, folding a tooth over and propelling the man a few steps back. Clem regained his footing, muttering obscenities, as Cash lunged forward with his next round. The former lumberjack, ready this time, stepped sideways simultaneously slamming his right fist against the lawman's square jaw, knocking Cash off balance.
Melanie and Flossy hid behind the wooden dinner table. The little girl's already damp cheeks began to streak in a rain of tears.
Flossy shouted to her husband as he let a series of jabs fly, "Clem, for God sakes, he's a marshal!"
Cash threw another punch, but the overpowering giant absorbed the hit to his abdomen and lashed back with several powerhouse blows to Cash's face and upper chest driving the lawman to the floor. Clem Stewart stomped his boot into the lawman's stomach, and Cash rolled to his side, letting out a chest-full of air.
"Clem, stop!" Flossy pleaded.
Clem grasped the fireplace poker and readied it but Cash had yanked his Colt free, his iron aimed at his opponent.
"One swing," Cash said as blood trickled from his mouth. "One more reason is all I need."
Clem stepped back tossing the metal rod aside, cautiously passed in front of Cash, and sat at the table. He stared at his rival, rubbing his jaw. "Gov'ment man, I suggest you get the hell out of here if you know what's good for you.
Keeping the Peacemaker trained on Clem, Cash stood and then holstered his gun. He spat blood sideways on the floor, looking to Melanie and her aunt. "If you want to leave, I can assure your safety in Cheyenne."
"Marshal, please, listen to my husband."
"How about you, little lady?" Cash asked Melanie, big tears in her eyes.
The sadness hung heavy. She tried to speak but mumbled, "Why is everybody hurting everybody?"
Cash reached out and offered his hand. "Wouldn't you like to visit with Miss Lenora again?"
She went to take it, and then spotted her uncle's glare. "I best stay put."
Cash lowered his arm and turned, knees buckling. He reached for the corner of the table to steady himself. He looked past Clem, who was jingling a loose tooth, and saw his Stetson lying near the door. He lumbered over and picked it up.
"Stewart, I don't want to see another mark on that child," Cash said adjusting the hat brim.
Clem yanked the tooth from his mouth and flung it toward the fire. "Or what? You coming back for more?" he snarled as Cash turned and stormed out of the house.
* * *
The next afternoon, Cash Laramie watched as Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal Devon Penn signed his name to a series of legal documents on his desk. Penn's sausage fingers danced like a ballerina from a lifetime of paperwork. Cash sat across the desk in the Windsor armchair and knew Penn was upset or he would have been yelling already. To some, that may have seemed contradictory but Cash had worked for Penn long enough and knew the man's moods.
Penn straightened the papers into a neat pile. "So, we now enter the homes of local citizens and interfere with law-abiding folks?"
"That little girl has been abused."
"Maybe you don't understand what a rhetorical question is."
"I know perfectly well what it means."
"Then
Cash tied his pinto alongside the Stewart's horse and made his way to the house. By the time he was outside the window, he heard Clem's booming voice.
"
THIS IS IT?
"
"Uncle Clem, there was nobody in town."
"Don't give me that, you probably bought candy."
"No, Uncle Clem!"
Flesh smacking flesh pounded in Cash's ears. He bolted for the front door and barged in, finding Melanie backed in a corner with her uncle's hand preparing another strike. Aunt Flossy jumped from her chair, startled, as Cash caught Clem's arm, spinning him around and delivering knuckles to the man's face.
With Clem Stewart caught off guard, Cash slammed him with another belt to the mouth, folding a tooth over and propelling the man a few steps back. Clem regained his footing, muttering obscenities, as Cash lunged forward with his next round. The former lumberjack, ready this time, stepped sideways simultaneously slamming his right fist against the lawman's square jaw, knocking Cash off balance.
Melanie and Flossy hid behind the wooden dinner table. The little girl's already damp cheeks began to streak in a rain of tears.
Flossy shouted to her husband as he let a series of jabs fly, "Clem, for God sakes, he's a marshal!"
Cash threw another punch, but the overpowering giant absorbed the hit to his abdomen and lashed back with several powerhouse blows to Cash's face and upper chest driving the lawman to the floor. Clem Stewart stomped his boot into the lawman's stomach, and Cash rolled to his side, letting out a chest-full of air.
"Clem, stop!" Flossy pleaded.
Clem grasped the fireplace poker and readied it but Cash had yanked his Colt free, his iron aimed at his opponent.
"One swing," Cash said as blood trickled from his mouth. "One more reason is all I need."
Clem stepped back tossing the metal rod aside, cautiously passed in front of Cash, and sat at the table. He stared at his rival, rubbing his jaw. "Gov'ment man, I suggest you get the hell out of here if you know what's good for you.
Keeping the Peacemaker trained on Clem, Cash stood and then holstered his gun. He spat blood sideways on the floor, looking to Melanie and her aunt. "If you want to leave, I can assure your safety in Cheyenne."
"Marshal, please, listen to my husband."
"How about you, little lady?" Cash asked Melanie, big tears in her eyes.
The sadness hung heavy. She tried to speak but mumbled, "Why is everybody hurting everybody?"
Cash reached out and offered his hand. "Wouldn't you like to visit with Miss Lenora again?"
She went to take it, and then spotted her uncle's glare. "I best stay put."
Cash lowered his arm and turned, knees buckling. He reached for the corner of the table to steady himself. He looked past Clem, who was jingling a loose tooth, and saw his Stetson lying near the door. He lumbered over and picked it up.
"Stewart, I don't want to see another mark on that child," Cash said adjusting the hat brim.
Clem yanked the tooth from his mouth and flung it toward the fire. "Or what? You coming back for more?" he snarled as Cash turned and stormed out of the house.
* * *
The next afternoon, Cash Laramie watched as Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal Devon Penn signed his name to a series of legal documents on his desk. Penn's sausage fingers danced like a ballerina from a lifetime of paperwork. Cash sat across the desk in the Windsor armchair and knew Penn was upset or he would have been yelling already. To some, that may have seemed contradictory but Cash had worked for Penn long enough and knew the man's moods.
Penn straightened the papers into a neat pile. "So, we now enter the homes of local citizens and interfere with law-abiding folks?"
"That little girl has been abused."
"Maybe you don't understand what a rhetorical question is."
"I know perfectly well what it means."
"Then
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