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accompanied to church by Jax. The thought of him being with them eased her mind.
Mrs. Ellen left Virginia downstairs while she took the clothes up to Jax. She knocked to let him know she was coming in and he covered himself. “I’m going to lay these clothes right here on the bed, you can put them on when I leave.” She set the clothes down and pulled the door shut behind her. Jax walked over to the clothes at the bed and looked at them. Hell, he owed her big time. She went all out and bought him everything he needed, including new underwear. She’d even got the right size it seemed.
He put on the new clothes, shook out his black vest, and knocked the dust off his hat. He settled his gun belt around his waist and tied the holsters to his legs. He didn’t go anywhere without his guns, even church. Mrs. Ellen might be disappointed, but she would get over it.
“There you are, now come down here and take Virginia’s arm. I want her to be accompanied, she’s worried people might think she’s looking for a husband because she’s wearing a dress. We wouldn’t want them to get that idea now would we?” Mrs. Ellen surprised him sometimes, because she didn’ t care what she said or who she embarrassed. Virginia was blushing with embarrassment.
Jax took her arm in his, the feelings that one simple task stirred in him, he couldn’t explain. “I’m glad you’re wearing your guns.” She whispered. “She wouldn’t let me wear mine. I feel naked, without them.” Jax swallowed another lump in his throat at the images brought to mind when she said the word naked. Why did she have to use that word? “I don’t take my guns off for nobody,” he said.
Everyone stared at the three of them, but more in particular the two walking arm in arm. Virginia couldn’t explain it but she felt comfort in knowing he was walking with her and he would be sitting beside her. She hated it when people stared and she still had an uneasy feeling of being watched, but she tried to chalk it up to the fact that everyone was staring.
They entered the church and found their way to their seats. Penelope, put her nose in the air and snubbed her as she walked past. Virginia smiled and said hey to her, anyway.
The preacher came to town once a month, but Jax recognized him. He hadn’t always been a preacher. The man had a past, the same as Jax. Still he was a good man. As a gunslinger he was known as Preacher Man . He hadn’t been heard from in many years. He eyed Jax, who hoped the man wouldn’t reveal who he was.
He was a good preacher, nary an eye closed except when in prayer. After church, Jax made his way to the preacher and introduced his self as Jax Tanner before the preacher could call him Angel. The preacher ’ s eyebrow shot upward, and then the corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky smile. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Jax.” “Sure has Preacher, I came here looking to settle down and go into the horse business. I see you’ve settled down some too, but I guess you still like to travel.” “I do at that.” Mrs. Ellen walked up behind him. “Jax invite the preacher over and I’ll feed him a good meal for free. I’ve got lunch slow cooking on the stove.” “Yes ma’am, well how bout it preacher, you look like you could use a good meal.” “I could and I’d be delighted ma’am.” Preacher Man tipped his hat at the older woman and smiled.
The Preacher Man was thirty- four years older than Jax but they knew each other well. They’d come across each other many times. They’d even joined a posse or two together. They’d been on the same side more times than Jax could count and if there was one man in the world that he didn’t want to go up against; it was Preacher Man.
Chapter Thirteen
Monday morning Mrs. Ellen asked Virginia to walk with her to the bank. They waited for
Mrs. Ellen left Virginia downstairs while she took the clothes up to Jax. She knocked to let him know she was coming in and he covered himself. “I’m going to lay these clothes right here on the bed, you can put them on when I leave.” She set the clothes down and pulled the door shut behind her. Jax walked over to the clothes at the bed and looked at them. Hell, he owed her big time. She went all out and bought him everything he needed, including new underwear. She’d even got the right size it seemed.
He put on the new clothes, shook out his black vest, and knocked the dust off his hat. He settled his gun belt around his waist and tied the holsters to his legs. He didn’t go anywhere without his guns, even church. Mrs. Ellen might be disappointed, but she would get over it.
“There you are, now come down here and take Virginia’s arm. I want her to be accompanied, she’s worried people might think she’s looking for a husband because she’s wearing a dress. We wouldn’t want them to get that idea now would we?” Mrs. Ellen surprised him sometimes, because she didn’ t care what she said or who she embarrassed. Virginia was blushing with embarrassment.
Jax took her arm in his, the feelings that one simple task stirred in him, he couldn’t explain. “I’m glad you’re wearing your guns.” She whispered. “She wouldn’t let me wear mine. I feel naked, without them.” Jax swallowed another lump in his throat at the images brought to mind when she said the word naked. Why did she have to use that word? “I don’t take my guns off for nobody,” he said.
Everyone stared at the three of them, but more in particular the two walking arm in arm. Virginia couldn’t explain it but she felt comfort in knowing he was walking with her and he would be sitting beside her. She hated it when people stared and she still had an uneasy feeling of being watched, but she tried to chalk it up to the fact that everyone was staring.
They entered the church and found their way to their seats. Penelope, put her nose in the air and snubbed her as she walked past. Virginia smiled and said hey to her, anyway.
The preacher came to town once a month, but Jax recognized him. He hadn’t always been a preacher. The man had a past, the same as Jax. Still he was a good man. As a gunslinger he was known as Preacher Man . He hadn’t been heard from in many years. He eyed Jax, who hoped the man wouldn’t reveal who he was.
He was a good preacher, nary an eye closed except when in prayer. After church, Jax made his way to the preacher and introduced his self as Jax Tanner before the preacher could call him Angel. The preacher ’ s eyebrow shot upward, and then the corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky smile. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Jax.” “Sure has Preacher, I came here looking to settle down and go into the horse business. I see you’ve settled down some too, but I guess you still like to travel.” “I do at that.” Mrs. Ellen walked up behind him. “Jax invite the preacher over and I’ll feed him a good meal for free. I’ve got lunch slow cooking on the stove.” “Yes ma’am, well how bout it preacher, you look like you could use a good meal.” “I could and I’d be delighted ma’am.” Preacher Man tipped his hat at the older woman and smiled.
The Preacher Man was thirty- four years older than Jax but they knew each other well. They’d come across each other many times. They’d even joined a posse or two together. They’d been on the same side more times than Jax could count and if there was one man in the world that he didn’t want to go up against; it was Preacher Man.
Chapter Thirteen
Monday morning Mrs. Ellen asked Virginia to walk with her to the bank. They waited for
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