Never Love a Lawman
Chapter One
Reidsville, Colorado, September 1882
Watching her was a pleasure. A mostly secret pleasure.
Wyatt Cooper braced his hands on the wooden balustrade and
leaned forward just enough to make certain her progress down
the street remained unobstructed. His second-story perch lent
him a particularly fine view of her gliding toward him.
Give or take a few minutes, she was right on schedule. He
didn't have to look away from her to confirm that he wasn't
alone in his appreciation. He could safely predict there were
upwards of a dozen men loitering on the wooden sidewalk between
Morrison's Emporium and Mr. Redmond's Livery. Abe
Dishman and Ned Beaumont were almost certainly glancing
up from the checkers game they played every afternoon in
front of Easter's Bakery. Johnny Winslow would have set
himself to sweeping out the entrance of Longabach's Restaurant
just about now, whether or not Mrs. Longabach needed
him scrubbing pots or hauling water. Mr. Longabach, too,
generally found some reason to wander outside the restaurant,
even if it was only to remind Johnny not to dawdle.
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