"Evans, Tabor - Longarm 189 - Longarm and the Apache Plunder" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Tabor)

Longarm told him to hold the thought as he headed back along the bar.
Billy Vail had noticed the head barkeep sending that sassy little
redhead into the back rooms with that tray, of course. Ginger was the
sort of gal even a married man kept an eye on. But she was nowhere to
be seen at the moment, and if Longarm meant to take a leak he didn't
have to be so downright rude!

Then Vail saw Ginger coming back out with her empty tray, and sure
enough, that tall, tanned drink of water was saying something that made
her blush and cork him on one sleeve with her free little fist.

Then Ginger moved back behind the bar and Longarm ambled back to rejoin
Vail, asking, "Are you sure you and General Sherman ain't out to tangle
me up in Indian trouble just to wrangle a sneaky report on the poor
Jicarilla out of me?"

Vail sniffed primly and declared, "I work for the Justice Department,
not the War Department, and as far as me and Santa Fe can say, the only
Indians up those spooky old canyons have been dead for quite a spell."

Longarm picked up his beer schooner to drain it as Vail asked again,
"How about it? Are you riding for us or not?"

Longarm sighed, put down the empty schooner, and picked up his old
silver badge to polish it some against the front of his tobacco-colored
tweed vest. "Reckon I am. Lord knows I sure can use the money this
weekend."

Vail smiled. "Bueno. I'll have Henry get right to work on your travel
orders."

But Longarm quietly suggested, "Don't hurry old Henry just on my
account, Boss. If I thought I'd be fixing to leave before Monday or
Tuesday, I doubt I'd be needing that much money."


Chapter 2


It sure beat all how a gal could get off work on a Saturday as pretty as
a picture and wind up so puffy-eyed and shrew-tongued on a cold gray
Monday morning. But Longarm took her downstairs for a decent breakfast
in the Tremont House dining room, and tried to be a sport as she counted
the ways he'd used and abused her, all the while stuffing her face with
pork sausage and waffles. A few cups of coffee later the little redhead
had forgiven him and wanted to know if they'd be coming back to this
same hotel when she got off work that evening. So he lost back all the
ground he'd gained, and had to listen to some mighty unladylike remarks
when he confessed that though it burned like fire, he had a train to
catch.