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been spawned by Satan himself. That’s what made him legendary, that’s why Matt knew the name despite the fact that he was supposed to have been killed five years ago. Most of his offences had taken place elsewhere so the Rangers didn’t have any encounters with him until the encounter that led to his death. He left a trail of bodies across the southern states. The stories were that he had gotten a taste for blood in the war but Matt didn’t believe that. Someone with that many killings to their credit was born with a taste for blood. The war had only given him an excuse to hone his skills.
The question was how had Rose gotten mixed up with him? Had she simply been unfortunate enough to cross his path? Or was the connection deeper than that? What would cause her to be so certain that he was looking for her? Coming for her? Had she been a mistress? He was quite a bit older than her, and he had supposedly died five years before so that would make her even younger. It was possible but it just didn’t sit quite right in his gut. He hadn’t really left too many witnesses but he hadn’t been concerned with concealing his identity either. He was proud of what he did. It was his craft. He probably wasn’t likely to pursue a witness after he was supposed to be dead. No if he was really looking for her it was because of a significant connection and possibly because of the fact that she knew he was alive.
So what did this mean for him? Was it related at all to Benji’s death? Had Benji seen something? Recognized someone? Benji had been a Ranger a few years longer than he had he might have known something. Matt reached into his pocket and withdrew the small notepad he kept all his notes in. He’d made notes on all of the people who had entered into the investigation. He had one page alone just on the girls. He looked at his list of potential suspects. Rose was there, though he was tempted to cross her off. If you couldn’t stand the sight of blood then you couldn’t cut someone’s throat, but it was also possible she had faked her blood aversion. If she had, she was very convincing but the potential was there. He was also worried his judgment was being swayed by his personal feelings so he left her there on principle. Izzy was on there as well. The coincidental paint purchase actually moved him up on the list a bit. He couldn’t prove that Izzy had anything to do with the graffiti but it was a mark against him anyway.
The regulars from the salon were all there too. The Cannon boys, Walt Porter, Mr. Duncan -the pinstripe suit guy, Jonathan whose last name he had n’ t caught even Mr. McGregor from the store. He looked at the page, there was still room at the bottom but he turned the page anyway. Orin Kline got his own page.
Chapter 6
Rose opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. The light burned and her head pounded. She had drunk too much whiskey trying to kill her cough. She knew her limit was one, any more than that and there were bad effects and she had far exceeded that. She coughed as the world cruelly reminded her that it had only been a temporary fix anyway. The cough caused blinding pain to pound through her head and she whimpered and pulled the blanket over her head. As she lay there trying to remember how much she had drank she realized that she couldn’t even remember how she had gotten in bed. She was still dressed in her clothes from the night before so she could be thankful for that. It had been a prime opportunity for Matt to take advantage. She could remember that he had been there. Brief flashes of him. She lifted the blanket and peeked out. The sofa was empty, the bedding was all folded and put away as if he had never been there. She pulled the blanket back down and closed her eyes. She wasn’t moving until the pain went away. The Saloon was just going to have to look after itself.
Matt cracked the door open and peered at the oddly shaped lump on the bed. The lump moved and a
The question was how had Rose gotten mixed up with him? Had she simply been unfortunate enough to cross his path? Or was the connection deeper than that? What would cause her to be so certain that he was looking for her? Coming for her? Had she been a mistress? He was quite a bit older than her, and he had supposedly died five years before so that would make her even younger. It was possible but it just didn’t sit quite right in his gut. He hadn’t really left too many witnesses but he hadn’t been concerned with concealing his identity either. He was proud of what he did. It was his craft. He probably wasn’t likely to pursue a witness after he was supposed to be dead. No if he was really looking for her it was because of a significant connection and possibly because of the fact that she knew he was alive.
So what did this mean for him? Was it related at all to Benji’s death? Had Benji seen something? Recognized someone? Benji had been a Ranger a few years longer than he had he might have known something. Matt reached into his pocket and withdrew the small notepad he kept all his notes in. He’d made notes on all of the people who had entered into the investigation. He had one page alone just on the girls. He looked at his list of potential suspects. Rose was there, though he was tempted to cross her off. If you couldn’t stand the sight of blood then you couldn’t cut someone’s throat, but it was also possible she had faked her blood aversion. If she had, she was very convincing but the potential was there. He was also worried his judgment was being swayed by his personal feelings so he left her there on principle. Izzy was on there as well. The coincidental paint purchase actually moved him up on the list a bit. He couldn’t prove that Izzy had anything to do with the graffiti but it was a mark against him anyway.
The regulars from the salon were all there too. The Cannon boys, Walt Porter, Mr. Duncan -the pinstripe suit guy, Jonathan whose last name he had n’ t caught even Mr. McGregor from the store. He looked at the page, there was still room at the bottom but he turned the page anyway. Orin Kline got his own page.
Chapter 6
Rose opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. The light burned and her head pounded. She had drunk too much whiskey trying to kill her cough. She knew her limit was one, any more than that and there were bad effects and she had far exceeded that. She coughed as the world cruelly reminded her that it had only been a temporary fix anyway. The cough caused blinding pain to pound through her head and she whimpered and pulled the blanket over her head. As she lay there trying to remember how much she had drank she realized that she couldn’t even remember how she had gotten in bed. She was still dressed in her clothes from the night before so she could be thankful for that. It had been a prime opportunity for Matt to take advantage. She could remember that he had been there. Brief flashes of him. She lifted the blanket and peeked out. The sofa was empty, the bedding was all folded and put away as if he had never been there. She pulled the blanket back down and closed her eyes. She wasn’t moving until the pain went away. The Saloon was just going to have to look after itself.
Matt cracked the door open and peered at the oddly shaped lump on the bed. The lump moved and a
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