Read Online Gunsmith #361 : The Letter of the Law (9781101553657) by J. R. Roberts - Free Book Online

checked the doors, saw the one that was ajar, and stepped to it. When he opened it and saw Clint Adams, he wasn’t surprised.
    â€œMore trouble,” he said.
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    Clint looked at the sheriff as he entered.
    â€œSame trouble,” Clint said, “just double.”
    Garver looked down at the bodies.
    â€œAh, the Crespo boys,” he said. “This is a continuation of the trouble you had at the poker table.”
    â€œObviously,” Clint said. “Nobody bothered to mention to me that he had a brother. Are there any more Crespo family members?”
    â€œNot that I know of,” Garver said. “I think you’ve wiped the family out.”
    â€œThat wasn’t my intention,” Clint said.
    Garver looked over at the girl, who was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed with the bodies at her feet.
    â€œAmy,” he said.
    â€œSheriff.”
    â€œYou wanna tell me what happened?” the lawman asked.
    â€œThey broke in shooting, and Clint shot them,” she said.
    â€œThat’s it?”
    â€œThat’s it,” she said with a shrug.
    â€œAnd what were the two of you doin’ at the time?” Garver asked.
    She smiled and said, “Just talkin’.”
    Garver looked at Clint, who stared back.
    â€œOkay,” the lawman said, “I’ll get some men to remove these bodies.”
    â€œNo hurry in my account,” Clint said, picking up all his belongings, “I’m going to get another room.” He turned to the girl. “Amy?”
    She got up from the bed and stepped into the hall with Clint, then turned to the sheriff and said with a smile, “We haven’t finished our conversation.”

TWENTY-TWO
    Clint got a new room from the desk clerk, and he and Amy—the name they finally settled on—returned to what they were doing.
    If anything, having two men shot dead at her feet seemed to fuel her passion even more. As soon as they got to the new room, she dropped her dress and tore at his clothes, pushed him down on the bed, and mounted him again. She rode him long and hard again and again, seemingly completely insatiable, until finally she seemed to tire herself out. She collapsed on him at one point, and they both fell asleep.
    He awoke with her lying next to him, but on his left arm. The sun was streaming through the window, shining in his eyes but on her naked back. He pressed his hand flat to her smooth back and felt the warmth of the sun there.
    Carefully, he eased his arm out from under her and then walked to the window to look down at the town. At least what had happened reaffirmed his suspicions from the night before—there were two men watching his room from the street that night. At least he didn’t have to keep looking over his shoulder for them.
    â€œHey?”
    He looked at the bed. She was propped up on one elbow. Her breasts made his mouth water, like two overripe melons.
    â€œCome back to bed,” she said, reaching out. “It’s early.”
    â€œI know,” he said. “I have to be somewhere.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œYes, really.”
    â€œThat’s too bad.”
    â€œI promised a friend I’d help him out.”
    â€œOh, well, then,” she said, turning onto her back, “you better go.” She tossed the sheet off so he could see her whole body.
    Hurriedly, he got dressed.
    â€œDoesn’t it bother you that you saw two men killed last night?” he asked.
    She laughed and asked, “Did it seem like it bothered me?”
    â€œNo,” he said. “That’s what I mean.”
    â€œClint,” she said, “where I work I see a lot of shooting.”
    â€œAnd do they all excite you like last night?”
    â€œWell,” she said, “that was a combination of the shooting, and you.”
    He strapped on his gun and grabbed his hat, then walked to the bed. He ran his hands over her body, down between her legs, and