My wife was good at it too, Po Campo remarked. Otherwise you wouldn't be off down here in respectable country riding some dead Mexican's saddle. I'm sure there's still a few folks down there who'd give you a fight. She still felt the anger.
Looking around, he noticed a small fat man dozing in a chair nearby. To his surprise she came over and stood near him for a moment, putting one of her large, strong hands on his shoulder. He had never known why Ben nicknamed her Peach, for she was large and quarrelsome and did not resemble a peach in any way. Have you ever been to a hanging? he asked.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.