One Way Out
Chapter One
Cassie Ashton shaded her eyes with her hand and squinted up at a man dangling halfway down the face of a bluff, twenty feet off the ground. The guy in the climbing harness wore jeans, heavy boots, a long-sleeved blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a very familiar battered white Resistol hat.
She'd finally run her quarry to ground.
Grinning, she tipped her head back and watched as he braced one gloved hand on the rock and worked the ropes with the other. She waited until he'd secured his footing, then cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled: "Hey, Martinelli!"
The white hat dipped as he looked down, and even though he was too far up for her to hear it, his lips formed a coarse word she easily recognized. "What the hell do you want?" he shouted back.
"Gotta talk to you!"
"In case it's escaped your notice, Ashton, I'm kind of tied up at the moment."
She'd noticed, all right. The leather straps and ropes nicely framed the best, and the most arrogant, ass in all Wyoming.
"Whatever's in that rock has been there for over sixty million years, and it's not going anywhere now. What I have to talk to you about is importan ... read full excerpt from: One Way Out ebook
