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boy. “You heard
anything about him?”
“First night here, I’m simply passing through. Docked
at the harbor for supplies before we head home tomorrow. Was hoping
to acquire a whore tonight.”
What was his deal with finding a bedmate? Desperation
to assert his manhood, maybe?
“Heard the fat one there,” Slayde pointed to the
shortest lady dressed in purple, “is a good lay.” He grinned.
City boy looked and shuddered. “You don’t say?”
Hunter rolled his eyes.
“Well I heard that them killings is happening farther
in the hills,” the shaker interjected and raised his cup to his
lips, taking a long drag of the dark brew within. He burped and
then said, “Some folks were mentioning a vein been discovered in
the fork by the river.”
Monkey boy narrowed his eyes, greed clearly burned in
their bright green depths.
Hunter pursed his lips and glanced at Slayde.
Vein, as in gold vein cutting through the mountain? A
potential cash cow and something a Lord might be protecting?
Shaker scratched his neck with dirt-impacted nails.
“That’s where them killing’s taking place. Stream panning should be
fine.” He shrugged, completely oblivious to the sudden shift in
mood at the table. He gestured to the cards. “Another hand?”
“I’m out,” Hunter shook his head and so did Slayde.
Monkey boy nodded agreement.
The man frowned and his shoulders slumped. It was
obvious he wasn’t used to winning and had hoped to win another hand
before calling it quits. With a growl he threw back his drink,
shoved his hat on his head and got up, walking to another
table.
Monkey boy stood. “I’m going to go snag me a whore.”
He tipped his hat at them after putting it back on and headed in
Sable’s direction.
Slayde jerked to his feet.
“Stay away from her tonight, Slayde,” Hunter warned,
his blue eyes flat as cold steel.
“I’ll go where I please, Hunter. You heard shaky,
that gold is probably where the Lord is at. Why keep the girls here
another night?”
He nodded. “Likely so. But the suit,” he pointed his
thumb over his shoulder at Monkey boy who was now smiling at Sable,
“knows more than he’s letting on. If we give her a chance, I’d bet
my soul she’ll learn more for us. You screwed us over last time, we
can’t afford to make the same mistake again.”
Slayde laughed. “I’ll do whatever I damn well
please,” he said, forgetting his resolution to play nice. The boy
scout had a way of crawling under his skin and pressing every
single one of his ‘screw you’ buttons.
Instead of hurling another insult at him, Hunter sat
back with a pleased smirk. “Too late.”
He hadn’t even turned around, but Slayde knew she was
gone. Somehow the bastard had known she’d left with the Darwinian
throw back.
Hunter tapped his finger on the table. “Heard the fat
one’s a good lay.” He nodded towards the purple dressed giggler as
she walked past. “Still available.”
“Screw you.”
With a two fingered salute, Hunter stood and headed
toward the bar, laughing softly to himself.
Chapter 8: The
Bandit
He was young, but had a nice smile that put her
instantly at ease. Sable had been doing her best to flirt and fawn
over her sweaty admirers, while also keeping an eye on the tense
atmosphere of Hunter’s and Slayde’s table. It’d been exhausting,
and she’d still found out little, other than one boy was a virgin
and tonight was his birthday. Apparently the group hoped she’d be
his gift.
Yeah. Right.
She was getting ready to wiggle out of the crush when
a man in a form fitting blue suit walked up to her. His eyes were
the greenest she’d ever seen and the way they twinkled like cut
gems when he grinned at her, had her forgetting everything.
“Ma’am.” He tipped his hat and for the first time
tonight she wore a real smile in return.
She’d seen how most men approached the women,
demanding and pushy. He was treating her like a lady, which she
actually found endearing.
He
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