Excerpt from Chapter 4
Texas Belle, bounty hunter, glanced at her traveling
companion, wondering what she was getting into with him.
Mercy swept an imaginary hat from his head, extended his
hand toward the doors, and gave an elegant bow. βPlease
precede me, fair damsel.β
She couldnβt keep from chuckling at his humor. βYou wonβt
catch me with that old ruse.β
βRuse?β
βA gentleman opens the door for a lady. As she steps ahead,
he puts his six-gun to her back and robs her of her jewelry.β
βAre you sure itβs not so he can flip up her skirts and see
the shape of her ankles?β
βNot in my world.β
βToo innocent?β
βToo much effort for too little reward. He can easily see
shapely ankles by walking into any dance hall.β
βBut that would suppose he wasnβt particular.β
βWonβt any ankle do?β
βNot for this gentleman.β
She shook her head, feeling too warm again. When Mercy put
his mind to it, he could be a charmer. Fortunately, she
wasnβt susceptible to charming rogues. Sheβd seen behind too
many of their masks. She liked a straight-shooter.
βWhy donβt you take a look at the bar? Iβm clothing the
ladies, sort of.β
βSort of?β
He gave her a sly smile. βDepends on what you call clothes.β
βClothes are clothes.β
βI like to think there are a number of ways to accent a
ladyβs charms.β
βMaybe Iβd better have a look.β She stepped into the saloon
with Mercy right behind her.
βI hope youβll gain a new appreciation for my art once you
see the enhancements,β Mercy said.
βIf itβs what I saw before, you do appear to get around.β
He chuckled. βI have an exact memory for the female face and
form.β
βFor your sake, I hope all those ladies whose images you
remember and draw so well are back East.β
βA gentleman never tells.β
βItβs not words thatβll get you into trouble.β
βIs my secret safe with you?β
βNothing about you is safe with me.β
βThatβs what I like to hear from a lady.β