Lone Wolf's Woman. Carol Finch
approaching rider a wide target—just in case the man was gunning for him.
Lone Wolf definitely knew how to minimize the risk of taking a direct shot.
Too bad that her brother hadn’t been able to do the same thing before the sniper had fired at him.
“That’s close enough, kid!” Lone Wolf bellowed. “Stop your horse or I’ll drop it out from under you.”
Julia frowned, bemused, when the rider came close enough for her to recognize him. “Harvey Fowler? Is that you?” She stared incredulously at the rail-thin, frizzy-haired young man in homespun clothes.
Harvey swiveled in the saddle to gape owlishly at her. “What are you doin’ out here with this half-breed bastard?” he asked in a slurred voice. “Was he trying to molest you?” His narrowed gaze bore mutinously into Lone Wolf. “Gimme back my pistols, you sidewinder. I plan to fill you full of lead for touchin’ her. You don’t even deserve to breathe the same air she does!”
Julia didn’t know what Harvey thought he was trying to accomplish by hurling insults or why he thought he needed to defend her honor. But only a suicidal fool would purposely try to provoke Lone Wolf into a showdown.
Furthermore, she didn’t need Harvey’s interference. His arrival was causing an unnecessary delay and costing her valuable time.
“I have urgent business with Lone Wolf,” she told Harvey as she marched over to stand directly between the men. “Does your mother know you’re out here issuing drunken threats to the wrong person?”
Harvey thrust back his bony shoulders and tilted his head to an aloof angle, obviously offended that she had brought his mother into the conversation. “I’m here to have it out with the half-breed redskin. He made a fool of me at the saloon.”
Behind her, she heard Lone Wolf snort. “Give yourself full credit, kid. You made an ass of yourself without any help from me.” He took Harvey’s measure down the sight of his rifle barrel. “Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? I’m faster on the draw than you are. That’s a fact. I’ve got years more experience. You don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with me right now. Go home and practice on fence posts and empty bottles. If you’re still all-fired determined to face me down in a year or two then you can look me up.”
“No,” Harvey spouted off. “I want to finish this right now! Unless you’re too much of a yellow-bellied coward to face me with six-shooters.”
Julia gasped at the foolhardy young man who was two years her junior. She remembered Harvey well enough from their school days to recall that he was a fatherless child who had a chip on his shoulder. He wanted to be recognized as a man, even though he continued to behave like a troublesome child.
Annoyed, Julia set her hands on her hips and stared up at her former school chum. “Now you listen to me, Harvey. Squaring off against a gunfighter of Lone Wolf’s caliber is a very bad idea. If you don’t turn that horse around and go home I will tell your mother what you tried to do. You’re lucky Mr. Lone Wolf has a strong sense of honor, restraint and integrity.” At least she hoped he did. “Otherwise you would find yourself shot full of holes, jackknifed over the saddle and hauled to Boot Hill for burial.”
Harvey puffed up like a toad. He glowered at Julia, then growled at Lone Wolf. “Gimme my pistols.”
“No.” Lone Wolf flatly refused. “You can pick up your firearms at Sheriff Danson’s office after you’ve cooled down and sobered up.”
When Harvey didn’t budge from the spot, Julia hitched her thumb over her shoulder. “Go home, Harvey, and for Pete’s sake show enough sense not to come back.”
Snarling in irritation, Harvey wheeled his horse around and galloped off.
Julia’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Well, that’s one person who won’t get shot today,” she mumbled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Julia flinched when Lone Wolf’s deep resonant voice came from so close behind her. Sweet mercy, the man moved as silently as a shadow. She hadn’t seen or heard him coming.
Summoning her composure, she pivoted to find that she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. The man stood at least six foot three, she guessed. She felt like a dwarf beside him.
Dragging in a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and said, “My brother wants to hire you as a bodyguard and detective. He said to tell you that you can name your price, Mr. Lone Wolf. He also said that you owed him a favor. Can we go now?” she asked impatiently. “Time is wasting.”
When Lone Wolf shook his head, his raven hair drifted across his shoulders, gleaming blue-black in the firelight. Julia had the insane impulse to run her fingers through those shiny strands to test their thickness and texture.
Where had that ridiculous thought come from? she asked herself. She had just met this man. Because she found him intriguing wasn’t important at the moment.
Julia gave a mental shrug, presuming the shock and turmoil caused by Adam’s ambush this evening had turned her emotions topsy-turvy. That was the only plausible explanation for her curious fascination with the rugged bounty hunter. She wished she possessed his unflappable composure and gunfighting talents so she could resolve the problems facing her.
“Despite this supposed favor I owe your brother, I already have an assignment. I’ll be busy for the next few weeks,” Lone Wolf informed her. “I have a saddlebag full of bench warrants that I picked up from Sheriff Danson this afternoon. I have a long ride to Colorado in the morning to track down the three thieves that robbed one of the banks in Newton, Kansas.”
When he turned away, she grabbed his arm. “You aren’t going anywhere until you come home with me,” she burst out, frantic for his cooperation. “I made a promise to my brother, and I intend to keep it.”
He half turned to stare pointedly at the fingers clamped around his elbow. When she didn’t take the hint and release him, he sent her a steely glance and peeled off her fingers one at a time. “No. I can’t take your assignment until I finish what I’ve started.”
Julia groaned in frustration. Somehow she had to make this man understand that she was desperate and that he had to come with her. Now.
“I watched my brother get bushwhacked this evening. I don’t even know if he’s still alive because he made me promise to fetch Doc Connor, and then come to get you. He insisted that I leave him in the care of our ranch foreman and the other cowboys.”
She stared pleadingly at him. “If this turns out to be my brother’s last request to me, then I intend to honor it. I will make it worth your while if you’ll agree to come with me, as he asked.”
Lone Wolf studied her determined stance. He also marveled at her resilience. He had to admire the woman’s spirit and gumption, even if he did have to turn down the assignment.
Learning that she had been an eyewitness to her brother’s ambush explained her rapid mood swings and fiery behavior. And he was impressed by the way she had pulled herself together and by her relentless attempt to gain his assistance. She had defied danger by riding straight through the wrong side of town and clattering over the bridge to reach his camp.
The thought made him frown disapprovingly.
“You should have swerved around the wrong side of Dodge to reach my camp, even if you were in a rush to find me.” He flashed her a stern glance. “You took one helluva risk. The south side of the tracks is the last place decent folks should be, especially at night. Especially if you are a woman. Even your boy’s clothing is no guarantee against trouble. Don’t do that again.”
He saw her shoulders stiffen, saw her delicate chin tilt upward. “I told you that my brother was bushwhacked.” Her voice wobbled, but to her credit she shored up her jumbled emotions and went on. “I didn’t want to face any delays taking the long way around to reach your camp, because I’m anxious to check on Adam.