Saints Ride, Prologue
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an excerpt from Saints Ride by Grace Donovan, read by Daniel Abraham Stevens. Prologue Fall City, Nebraska, 18 80 Jack idly swirled the whiskey in his glass. His eyes were trained on the rich golden liquid, but his attention was on the ladies at the edges of his vision. The women were all employees of the establishment. The Jack now sat in back in a corner, with the brim of his hat pulled low. The place was a saloon by name, but everyone knew more than just drinking went on here. Not that it would've been hard to guess is much considering the manner of the dress. The gals were sporting low cut, brightly colored course. It's heavily frilled skirts with sides penned up to show the tops of the girl's garters. Even the ribbons in their hair were designed to draw attention and then on Lee to redirect it for the down. Two more interesting areas plane is can be. Most of the women likely got a great deal more attractive to the potential customers, the more of the surprisingly good whiskey they drank. But despite his third glass, Jack hadn't even started to feel tipsy. Yet. The Hannity man had always held their liquor will. Besides, Jack wasn't here for that kind of business. He had a contract. And though it did involve a woman here, it didn't have a thing to do with sex and nothing to do with the ladies already here. Jack hadn't yet seen the woman he was looking for, but knew she'd been along soon enough. Word was she was quite the fiery woman which didn't buy the Jack in the least. He brought in criminals much bigger, stronger and meaner than any woman could ever be. This gal wouldn't be a problem. Jack had just raised the glass to his lips when the doors opened in the back room and she walked in. He knew it was her. The instant he laid eyes on her only years of hard living gave him the self control to keep his composure as he forced down the swallow of smooth whiskey, he'd gotten detailed descriptions of Evelyn Delano from both her father and a few other folks here in town, jacket spoken to while tracking her here. Everything they've told him was true and accurate, but it still didn't come close to describing the woman who walked through those doors as if she owned the place, which, in fact, she did. She was fiercely stunning and the same sense that a tornado was beautiful. Jack knew immediately that this woman was going to be trouble, her dark hair curled everywhere despite being pulled back in an elegant manner. But the expression on her face make it look more like a nest of angry vipers than the delicate style she had obviously been aiming for. It also made her striking blue eyes look cold as Ice Jack was half surprised. He wasn't carrying her own private storm cloud over her head, lightning Lanson in every which way. As those piercing eyes cast around the room, Jack turned quickly away so she wouldn't realize he'd been watching her. He had actually forgotten to stick to his peripheral vision and mentally cursed himself. He couldn't help but look back at it, though, as her furious expression reflected in the cutting tones of her angry voice when she spotted her query. Parsons, If I've told you once, I assure, as the day is long won't tell you twice, she snapped. Jack noted with interest that she wasn't moving toward the man she glared at, but rather was walking with a fiercely graceful determination behind the bar. The gals Jack had been watching earlier had all moved quickly to the signs of the room, far away from the man she addressed with such venom. The man in question Parsons Jack assumed, was scrambling away from the uncomfortable looking girl whose arms he'd been tightly gripping. Even from here. Jacket see the bruising, starting to form where his hand had been. The woman he had been gripping look frightened, but not of Evelyn Delano. I told you, Parsons, if I ever saw your face around my place again, I fill you full of buckshot. Sure enough, her slender arms came up from behind the bar with a sturdy, well maintained shotgun. Mr. Landau, a man and wire frame detective Gal's down the bar called an alarm, but it was too late. Evelyn Delano pulled the trigger