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Moses looked pissed, but he knew enough to keep his mouth shut. At six-four and as fast as he was with a gun, he generally didnвЂ™t have to ask for anything twice.

He had a powerful enough temper, although it didnвЂ™t show much. вЂњI donвЂ™t recall asking for your opinion,вЂќ he said in a calm voice. He pierced Moses with a steely-eyed warning. Wade slammed his hand on the table, making the glasses rattle. WeвЂ™ve been out for five nights straight and-вЂќ вЂњLloydвЂ™s telling Cook to fry me up a steak, and then heвЂ™s bringing me a beer.вЂќ He glanced at Bart and Moses, but then set his sights on Corbin. He caught her hand as it started to trail away. вЂњYou boys eat yet?вЂќД«art and Moses nodded. Patrolling the border and hunting rustlers, or so he claimed. Which was happening less and less lately. She smiled, mostly because he said the same thing every night he was in town. вЂњDonвЂ™t you look pretty tonight, Kitty.вЂќ He winked and kissed her cheek, before pulling out a chair. Funny how he could still make her heart flutter after all these years. His black hair, graying at the temples, was damp from his bath, and swept away from his lean clean-shaven face. Wade had stopped at the bar, but now he strode toward her, his duster flapping against his long legs as he walked. She adjusted her skirt and touched her hair, before turning around. вЂњAinвЂ™t you the lucky lazy-ass whore,вЂќ Corbin mumbled as he uncapped the bottle. Corbin wouldnвЂ™t bother her with Wade here. Could be Corbin had been drinking more than Kitty realized.Д«ehind her, she heard the door to the saloon open and then WadeвЂ™s voice, and allowed herself a small victorious smile. Bart wasnвЂ™t one to interfere unless there was big trouble on the horizon. вЂњShut up, Kitty,вЂќ Bart said in a hushed voice, his normally ruddy face dark with warning. вЂњYou know Wade donвЂ™t take to you hurting the girls.вЂќ Kitty reluctantly set the bottle back on the table. Sending the back of CorbinвЂ™s head a resentful look, she fixed her bodice and then scurried to the bar. She caught the back of a chair, saving herself from ending up on the hard plank floor. вЂњCorbin, let go of Ruby.вЂќД¬orbin locked gazes with Kitty for another few seconds, and then flung Ruby toward the next table. вЂњCome on now, Kitty, ainвЂ™t no need for this.вЂќ Bart touched her arm. вЂњLet her go.вЂќД¬orbin stared at her with a look of disbelief, that inched into a feral smile. Kitty picked up the bottle, ready to smash it across his head. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it until she whimpered. вЂњI told you to get me my damn whiskey.вЂќ Corbin leaned close, spit flying from his mouth. Everyone from around here knows Otis is no rustler.вЂќ

вЂњMakes a body wonder who these vigilantes are. вЂњToo bad about what happened to him.вЂќ Kitty ignored the vulgar man and planted a hand on her hip, easy like, showing him he didnвЂ™t rile her none. Glaring at her, Corbin spit in a spittoon three feet away, not caring that heвЂ™d missed. вЂњOtis is laid up there.вЂќД«art and Moses gave each other quick looks under the rims of their hats, and finished their shots. вЂњThereвЂ™s no room at DocвЂ™s for Jake,вЂќ Kitty said casually. Trixie and Ruby were watching the card players, and when Kitty glanced over at them, Ruby took her meaning and went to the bar to get a bottle. Then, too, everyone likely was worried about who might get strung up next. Folks admired him because he was an honorable man, generous with the boys that worked for him and with neighbors who needed a helping hand. Kitty figured the downcast mood was on account of what happened to Otis last night. So far, only Lola had snared a customer, one of the drifters who was headed south to the border and had remarked on the place looking like a funeral parlor. Normally the boys tended to get rowdy, but tonight everyone wore long faces and talked quietly amongst themselves. Like every Saturday night, the saloon was crowded with cowpunchers who worked at the nearby ranches. A couple of heads turned, and then the men went back to staring at their beer. вЂњYou think I give a shit about that?вЂќ Corbin glared at her with such hatred she got a bit weak in the knees. вЂњJake isnвЂ™t well enough to travel or fend for himself.вЂќ вЂњIt ainвЂ™t right him staying upstairs with the whore.вЂќ Corbin picked up his mug of beer and chugged half of it down. Could be he even knew that in spite of everything that was going on around Diablo Flats, she still loved him.

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Mostly because he understood she knew how to keep her mouth shut. He told her things he wouldnвЂ™t tell another living soul. They had a history, her and Wade, that went clear back to San Antonio. Sure, she had a couple more lines around her eyes and her bosom wasnвЂ™t as firm as it once was, but Wade still visited her more than he did the other girls. She purposely gave Corbin his beer last, and he slid her an evil look letting her know sheвЂ™d pissed him off.

The other two men each nodded at Kitty as she set their beer and whiskeys in front of them.