Never Marry a Cowboy
Chapter One
Fortune, Texas 1870
Christian Montgomery had no desire to be a hero, but it seemed Fate held little regard for his aspirations.
The crack of a gunshot echoed, through the saloon. The young woman who sat on his lap twitched, and he tightened his hold on her as he slowly brought his glass of whiskey away from his lips.
Standing in front of the bar, a man badly in need of a shave and a bath released a hysterical guffaw before firing into the wooden floor again. The fellow before him hopped and jerked his gangly body, his arms flailing like those of a scarecrow caught in the wind. The cowboy with the pistol laughed louder and shot the floor again.
Christian thought he might never understand these Texans' sense of humor. He cast a quick glance at the faro dealer who owned the saloon. Behind his gaming table, Harrison Bainbridge reached for his cane. Bloody hell.
Tenderly, Christian guided Loma off his lap. "Excuse me for a moment, sweetheart."
"Now don't go gettin' yourself kilt." She pushed her full lower hp into a pout that made him wonder if she might truly care.
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