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. โPlease
precede me, fair damsel.โ
She couldnโt keep from chuckling at his humor. โYou wonโt
catch me with that old ruse.โ
โRuse?โ
โA 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.โ
โAre you sure itโs not so he can flip up her skirts and see
the shape of her ankles?โ
โNot in my world.โ
โToo innocent?โ
โToo much effort for too little reward. He can easily see
shapely ankles by walking into any dance hall.โ
โBut that would suppose he wasnโt particular.โ
โWonโt any ankle do?โ
โNot for this gentleman.โ
She shook her head, feeling too warm again. When Mercy put
his mind to it, he could be a charmer. Fortunately, she
wasnโt susceptible to charming rogues. Sheโd seen behind too
many of their masks. She liked a straight-shooter.
โWhy donโt you take a look at the bar? Iโm clothing the
ladies, sort of.โ
โSort of?โ
He gave her a sly smile. โDepends on what you call clothes.โ
โClothes are clothes.โ
โI like to think there are a number of ways to accent a
ladyโs charms.โ
โMaybe Iโd better have a look.โ She stepped into the saloon
with Mercy right behind her.
โI hope youโll gain a new appreciation for my art once you
see the enhancements,โ Mercy said.
โIf itโs what I saw before, you do appear to get around.โ
He chuckled. โI have an exact memory for the female face and
form.โ
โFor your sake, I hope all those ladies whose images you
remember and draw so well are back East.โ
โA gentleman never tells.โ
โItโs not words thatโll get you into trouble.โ
โIs my secret safe with you?โ
โNothing about you is safe with me.โ
โThatโs what I like to hear from a lady.โ