by Tabor Evans
In this instance, it was to die.
She did, however, die slowly and in agony. Longarm placed her on the mat she had shared with Harry Carver and sat with her for three days and two nights before she finally expired.
And good riddance to her was his private thought. Not that he would ever say that to the girl’s mother, but it was true.
When she was gone, he buried her—a small gesture she had denied her own father—close to the creek-side graves of the Carver boys, and planted a small marker to serve for all three of them.
Then he gathered up all the livestock and took them back to visit with Katherine Jennings for a few days.
He needed the rest, he told himself. After all, he was on vacation here.
Besides, maybe Kat could use some of the spare animals to haul supplies in while she studied the wildlife up here. Any she did not want to keep she could sell to help finance her dissertation.
The mare and burro had to be returned to Silver Plume, of course. He would deal with Jane Nellis then. Although just exactly what he would tell her . . . He could come up with something before the time came. Something other than the truth, of course, but something.
In the meantime . . . he smiled, thinking of Katherine and her wild, wicked ways. Who knew that not all academics were stuffy creatures, eh?
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LONGARM AND THE ARAPAHO HELLCATS
the 419th novel in the exciting LONGARM
series from Jove
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