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dead.”
    â€œWell then,” Tolbert said, “I guess I’ll assume he’s in town?”
    â€œHe is,” she said. “He brought that girl back with him.”
    â€œMary Connelly?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œPretty girl.”
    Her eyes flashed as she threw her glass at him. He didn’t duck, because she was way off target. At worst, a little wine got on him.
    He thought about what Annie had said about Angela Locksley, and about her running her finger along his cock. And what she did with that finger after.
    He put down his glass and walked to her.
    â€œIf you want him dead, it’s gonna cost you.”
    â€œI’ll pay,” she said. “I always pay.”
    â€œYeah, with money,” he said. “But I want you to pay with something else, too.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œI think you know,” he said. He grabbed her hand, the finger she had touched him with, and lifted it to her lips.
    â€œOh,” she said, her tongue flicking out to touch her own finger.
    He released her hand and she touched his chest. With the same finger, she traced a line down over his chest and belly to his belt. She undid his gun belt, dropped it on the nearest chair. Next she loosened the belt of his trousers, unbuttoned them, and drew them down to his ankles, dropping to her knees to do it. When she tugged his shorts down, his semihard cock sprang out at her.
    â€œYou’re a big man,” she said. “And not too tired?”
    â€œOh, no,” he said. “Not at all.”
    She took his cock in her hand and stroked it until it was fully hard. She ran her nose up and down the length of him, breathing in his scent, then ran her tongue along the same area. Finally, she took him into her mouth and began to suck.
    Maybe Annie was right, he thought. Maybe she would join them next time . . .

TWENTY-ONE
    Clint entered the doctor’s office with the tray.
    â€œI could get used to this,” Doc Mathis said. “Having my meals brought to me by the famous Gunsmith.”
    â€œI’ll take Mary’s in to her,” Clint said. “How is she?”
    â€œA lot better. Food will help.”
    Clint poured a cup of coffee, put it on the tray, and carried it into the other room.
    â€œThere you are,” she said from the bed. “I’m starving.”
    â€œSorry,” he said. “I was . . . occupied.”
    He carried the tray to the bed and set it on her lap. He removed the napkin with a flourish, revealing a steaming bowl of beef stew.
    â€œIt smells great,” she said. “This from the café?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œGood food there,” she said. “That’s all I was gonna miss when I left here.”
    She tucked into the stew and Clint went back to the other room, where Doc was doing the same.
    â€œWhiskey?” Doc asked.
    Clint held up his hand. “I’ve had more whiskey in the past few days than I’ve had in a month. I prefer beer.”
    â€œYou find out anything interesting?”
    â€œA bartender named Max recognized me,” Clint said.
    â€œI know Max,” Doc said. “He’s a good man.”
    â€œHe wasn’t on the street when they rode Mary out?” Clint asked.
    â€œNo, he wasn’t,” Doc said, “but like me, there wasn’t much he could do about it.”
    â€œWhat kind of guns have the Locksleys got on their payroll?”
    â€œIf you’re smart,” Doc said, “you’ll look at those two as very separate dangers. Either one of them can use money to send some guns your way. The more money, the better the guns.”
    â€œThat’s not always the case, Doc,” Clint said, “but I take your point.”
    Clint sat.
    â€œSo what do we do now?” Doc asked.
    â€œWe keep that girl alive,” Clint said. “I think Mrs. Locksley is just crazy enough to have her