"Evans, Tabor - Longarm 222 - Longarm and the Backwoods Baroness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Evans Tabor)THE GUNSMITH by J. R. Roberts
Clint Adams was a legend among lawmen, outlaws, and ladies. They called him ... the Gunsmith. LONGARM by Tabor Evans The popular long-running series about U.S. Deputy Marshal Long--his life, his loves, his fight for justice. SLOCUM by Jake Logan Today's longest-running action Western. John Slocum rides a deadly trail of hot blood and cold steel. BUSHWHACKERS by B. J. Lanagan An all-new series by the creators of Longarm! The rousing adventures of the most brutal gang of cutthroats ever assembled--Quantrill's Raiders. Coming July 1997 from Jove Books. Chapter 1 Cheroot clenched between his teeth at a jaunty angle, Longarm marched through the outer office and past the open-mouthed Henry, who called out futilely, "Marshal Long, just a minute-" Longarm stalked into the office of his boss, Chief Marshal Billy Vail. The banjo clock on the office wall showed the hour as being just after nine Building in Denver this early in the morning, but it was a mite rare. Billy Vail frowned and opened his mouth to say, "What-" "I quit," said Longarm. Vail gaped at him. Longarm took the little folding wallet containing his badge and bona fides from his inside coat pocket and dropped it on the desk. He grinned at Vail. "Getting married," he said. The cheroot waggled merrily. Vail's mostly bald head began turning pink. "Damn it, Custis!" he burst out after a moment. "What in blazes are you talking about?" "The holy state of matrimony, old son. You've got a wife. You ought to know better'n anybody the joys and privileges o' wedded bliss." "But you ... you ..." Vail sputtered. "Hell, Longarm, you know the old saying. You're already getting the milk for free, so why buy the-" Longarm held up a hand, palm out. "Don't say it, Billy. I've seen the error of my ways. It's time I made an honest woman out of that friendly widow who's been keeping company with me." Vail put his hands on his desk and levered himself to his feet. "That friendly rich widow?" |
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