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you re going to do today is die now that you
won t settle on a deal! You re a dumb bastard that
thinks with his cock rather than a sensible brain!
The threats from the vocal one continued. Ask
your tight ass woman how her brothers hung from
the barn. Ask her how it felt to watch them
swing!
He looked over at Carly.
The words ripped at her skin and she quickly
dabbed at tears already flowing freely.
Don t let them do this to you. Don t. This is
what they want. They need you shaken. Don t
listen. Focus on me, he reassured her as much as
possible. Pressing forward with a plan of his own,
determination pushed him to bold moves and one
she would ve greatly opposed had she only
known. He opened the door, fired four shots and
stepped back inside securing the door behind him.
You crazy dumbass! You ll get yourself
killed! She spat the words in his direction.
I have more to live for than dropping dead.
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He looked her body over and, without so much as
a care, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over his
bottom lip. Damn, baby, you re smoking hot with
a gun in your hand. He laughed before he moved
to the bedroom and a back window. He quickly
broke out one of the glass panes there.
A surprise kick to the front door caught them
off guard and, before either of them knew what
happened, a gun was to her head and they were
calling him out. Preston, come out of there with
your hands high or else your lady friend is a dead
little bitch.
Fear washed over him and he didn t have time
to think. He didn t want to leave the house. He
knew that much, but his options ran short of good
ones. If he tried to leave and gain the upper hand,
they d all hold up there and take their turns
running their hands and lips all over her.
I m not going to tell you again! Put your hands
up and get out here now. The same voice calling
the shots barked an order. He must have been
under a false misconception that he was in
command.
Don t do it, Preston! Run! She cried out.
Please, save yourself!
He heard the slap crash hard against her face.
The hard hit of an arrogant man who thought no
more of a woman than the horse he rode in on sent
a sudden chill into the air. His nerve endings were
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on alert, standing at attention. Ready to kill
without remorse, but without the time to do it
slowly, which he would have preferred.
He looked around the room for a few more
hiding places. He knew she had them and he
found them quickly. Under the bed, in the dresser,
in the nightstand, the woman packed guns
everywhere he turned. He smiled to himself with
the thought. In more ways one, the woman was
the whole package. His woman. His tight little
woman.
He hated to put her in danger, but needed to
know how many men were still on their feet.
They d shot a couple of them, but the wounded or
dead couldn t be determined. The men outside
weren t giving away their body count. Not that
they had an accurate one to begin with. Carly,
how many, baby? he spat the words fast.
She supplied an answer with a rapid tongue.
Three! Another slap came down on her.
He felt confident he could take them if he
barged in fast. Two pistols in hand and a woman
who thought faster on her feet than on her back, if
that was even remotely possible, put odds in their
favor.
With few options and, as much as he hated to
do it, he climbed out of the bedroom window and
tiptoed around to the side of the house where he
met the wrong end of the gun. He didn t wait to
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threaten or to receive the threat. He fired both of
the guns in his hands. Pop! Pop! Pop! And then
rolled to the ground.
One man ran to the porch to check on his friend
and, while Preston could ve dropped him then
and there, it left Carly vulnerable and indeed, he
should ve thought of it when he left her inside at
the hands of a monster.
Help! Her screams rang through the area.
Preston, please! No! Help!
He rushed through the back bedroom window
and into the main area of the cabin where one
dumbass motherfucker prepared to do the
unthinkable. He put his gun to the man s ass
cheeks. Move! Preston kicked the door shut
with his foot.
She squirmed away from him, unharmed, but
certainly alarmed and quickly latched the door to
secure it against further intruders just for the
moment. She grabbed a gun and immediately took
pleasure in shooting off any ability he would ever
have to rape another again. He s the one! she
screamed through her tears. He raped my mother
and Jesse s sister just the other day! He told me!
Her hands trembled and she dropped the gun
after she fired it.
She squinted back the tears as the fallen and
wounded man held onto what was left of his life.
You fucking bitch. You look like that mother of
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yours. He sneered through teeth and blood
soaked lips. I bet you taste as good as she did.
He turned his focus back to the one man who
stopped his fun. His words were slow to fall and
barely above a whisper. Does she taste just like
vanilla sugar?
* * * *
He crooked his head and Carly could see the
man s death just looming inches from her. She
started to step in, but decided there was no way
she could stop what had already been put in
motion. Preston wasn t a killer, but he would kill.
She wasn t a gunslinger, but she d fired the first
shot, the one that dropped him to his knees in the
first place. The others lay dead or dying just
outside and their fates were met because of her
guns firing the fatal shots.
Circumstances changed people. She was living
proof. In an instant, everyone could kill when they
wanted to live. The battle of right and wrong
could be won or lost just by one chosen word over
the other.
She stood behind him. The man who saved her
once more, protected her from finishing the job
she started. Don t do this. It s more of a problem
for him to walk around without his abilities than
to kill him in cold blood. We ve got to stop the
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killing before we live with it on a daily basis. If we
decide to live by the gun, then we ll die by it. She
spoke the age-old adage her mother and father
lived by.
The man in the floor groveled for his death.
Don t listen to her. Kill me or I ll come back for
her and I ll do it with your name on my lips. I ll
put my mouth and hands all over that sweet little
pussy just like I did her momma&
There were some things one man just never
said to another one, at least not if they wanted to
live. Fact was, the man that lay dying on her cabin
floor, didn t want to live without the one tool he
used to abuse women. His purpose for living
slipped away when he lost the one thing he felt
like made life tolerable.
Preston stepped closer, pulled the trigger and
dropped him. Sometimes it was just a relief to put
a man out of his misery, especially one just hell
bent on sharing some of it.
Two survivors fled on horseback that day. Two
men who would forever have a little vengeance
held in reserve. Carly and Preston weren t dumb.
They were going to live with the knowledge that
they needed to look over their shoulders. They
had to take precautions and find a way to prepare.
With everything they d been through, they were
strong enough to thrive in the face of adversity.
Carly knew that once again, she d find
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challenges in the unwanted faces of uninvited
visitors, or just the ghosts from both. And her
guns would be ready. Aiming to fire and firing to
kill when those who resurfaced came to call.
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Chapter Seven
t took several days for them to clean up her place
Iso they decided to stay at his. The whole town
was buzzing with the news. Carly Corbaine and
Preston Evans were getting married. She was in
town, walking past the saloon, when the first of
her troubles began.
A little rose-haired gal by the name, befitting
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