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Let’s go get some coffee and talk this out.”
    â€œOnly if it includes blackberry cobbler.”
    â€œI think we can manage it.”
    A few steps later, Angel stopped and shook her head. “The Black Widow can’t do that. She has a reputation to maintain. Liquor and cards, not coffee and cobbler.”
    â€œYou’re right.” He turned and looked across the street. “Let’s go to Manny’s. If I’m paying and including him, he’ll get the food for us.”
    â€œAnd he’ll use any excuse to ogle Mama Lou.”
    Rune chuckled in agreement as they quickly crossed the busy street. When they reached the stable, Manny was standing out front as if waiting for them.
    â€œSee you’re still alive.” Manny spat a stream of tobacco to one side. “Pretty quick to leave the tables.”
    â€œAngel got a hankering for blackberry cobbler and coffee.” Rune pulled some coins out of a pocket. “If you’ll go to Mama Lou’s and get us all some, we’ll watch the horses.”
    Manny looked up at the sky, down at the ground, and then back at them. He winked. “Guess that’s a fair enough trade.” He grabbed the coins and headed across the street.
    â€œThat was easy,” Angel said, chuckling. “Come on inside where nobody can see us. I’ve got to get this hat off.”
    Rune followed her over to some bales of hay that Manny used for chairs. Overhead a lantern hung from a beam, casting a soft, yellow glow over the area. He took advantage of the opportunity to watch her pull off her hat and shawl and then toss them down on the hay. She followed those with her gloves. Finally, she massaged her scalp, moaning in relief. She looked good, too good for his peace of mind.
    She rubbed her bare arms, then sat down and looked up at him. “Remember what I wore in Indian Territory?”
    â€œUnforgettable.”
    â€œI’ve never truly gotten used to wearing so many clothes again.” She plucked at her skirt. “No underwear. Just that white cotton blouse and that full red cotton skirt. Barefoot when I didn’t want to wear shoes.”
    He hadn’t known about the lack of underclothes. Now that he did, he cursed himself as a fool for not taking advantage of what she’d offered him. Heat coursed through him, setting his nerves on edge. He wanted her with an intensity that pushed everything else from his mind except the hardness of his cock.
    â€œI loved your ranch.” She sighed, pulling the pins from her hair so that it cascaded in a russet wave around her. “I’m truly sorry it’s gone.”
    He abruptly turned his back on her so she couldn’t see the effect she had on him. He looked out the front door, hurting in a way he hadn’t known was possible. She owed him. Sooner or later she was going to pay in the way he needed most.
    â€œI’m thinking there may be a way for this situation to work for all of us.”
    Surprised at her words, he glanced back. She’d unbuttoned the top of her vest and was fanning her hot skin with her hand. He could see the deep V of her breasts, soft and round and moist under the light.
    â€œNot that I’d go so far as to actually rob a train, but I suppose I could help gather information. That is, if I got help in return.”
    He wanted to get the damn clothes off her, stroke her satiny skin, taste her moist flesh, plunge into her depths, and hear her cry out in ecstasy. Then he’d start all over again. Make a night of it.
    â€œA friend of mine’s fiancé is missing. Tate is a Deputy U.S. Marshal out of the Paris office. She’s afraid he’s been kidnapped, injured, or maybe even killed. I’m hoping now that I can get a lead on him through the V Gang by hanging out with outlaws. He might still be in Texas, but if he was kidnapped for some reason, they’d take him to Indian Territory, wouldn’t they?”
    Rune