he was fully dressed, although she had to admit
that he did clean up mighty good. A white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to
expose his strong forearms was tucked into the jeans. A black belt with an interesting
and unique buckle cinched his waist. His boots were black but well worn, the boots of a
working cowboy.
Clay picked up his Stetson and walked over to Rusty. “I hope we’re going
somewhere the law likes to frequent ’cause sure as shit you’re gonna cause a riot, Miz
Blackhawk.”
Rusty laughed. “That’s about the oddest compliment I’ve ever gotten, Mr. Russell.”
“Just call ’em like I see ’em,” he replied.
“Well thank you. You clean up real good yourself.”
“Thank you, ma’am. Now how ’bout that beer I promised?”
Rusty smiled and gestured toward the door. “After you.”
“Ladies first,” he argued with a smile.
Rusty stepped past him, headed for the door but looked back to catch him watching
her ass.
“Like my daddy always said, ain’t no crime in looking,” he said.
Rusty hid a grin and headed on out the door. Suddenly she was looking forward to
the evening. A night out with a sexy man, a little drinking, a little flirting. Sounded like
just what the doctor ordered.
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Chapter Five
Davy Stikeleather watched the truck pull into the parking lot. The cowboy driving
might be big and rich, but he wasn’t near as smart as Davy because he never knew that
Davy had been watching him and Rusty all day, or that he’d followed them from
Blackhawk Ranch to the Grille.
The big man, Russell, got out and walked around the truck to open the door for
Rusty. He even took Rusty’s hand as she stepped down from the truck. Davy snorted.
That man didn’t know shit from shinola. Rusty Blackhawk was a nice piece of ass but
she was about as far from a lady as a woman could get.
Danny, Davy’s older brother and Rusty’s husband, had told Davy and all the men
in the family about what a wildcat Rusty was. And what a tramp. According to Davy,
the only reason Blackhawk Ranch stayed in business as long as it had was that Rusty
fucked her way to whatever she wanted.
Now that Danny was dead, the family knew the best thing for her was to marry up
with another of the brothers and let the family step in and run the ranch. But the bitch
had laughed in their faces when they suggested she marry Dennis. Secretly, Davy was
glad. Dennis was a moron. Sure, he was big as a house and strong as an ox but he had a
brain the size of a peanut.
Davy, on the other hand, had more smarts than his whole family put together. And
he had been the one to come up with the plan to burn Rusty out. If the idiot Dennis had
set the fire the way Davy instructed the house would have burned to the ground. But it
had worked well enough despite Dennis. It wouldn’t take long for the insurance
company to send someone to tell her that her insurance had lapsed long ago.
That was Davy’s brainchild as well. He’d made sure to check Rusty’s mail every
day, and each time she sent in an insurance payment he took it to a friend who, for a
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fee, got it cashed and stamped with a fake insurance stamp. Just as he stole every
statement from the insurance company demanding payment. He still had the policy
cancellation in his dresser drawer at home.
She was going to be in a fix, regardless of that fancy Arizona cowboy. By the time
Davy and his family got through, Clay Russell would want to get as far away from
Rusty Blackhawk as possible. Then Rusty would have no choice but to take help from
the family. And the next time someone was named as the candidate for her to marry, it
was going to be him.
Davy watched Rusty smile up at Russell, and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
It was time to round up the family.
“The Lonely Grille?” Clay asked as he offered Rusty his hand when she started to
get out of the truck. “You’ve got to be