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Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne
Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne
Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne
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Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne

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Mary-Anne reckons she can do as she pleases now the countess is head of the Butterfield Sequestrian Society, but Gregg is determined to prove her wrong. The ninth story in the 'Sheriff Gregg' series.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 7, 2013
ISBN9781301558667
Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne

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    Sheriff Gregg & Mary-Anne - Hank Florentine McLoskey

    SHERIFF GREGG

    &

    MARY-ANNE

    By Hank Florentine McLoskey

    Copyright 2013 Hank Florentine McLoskey

    Smashwords Edition.

    I was on my way to the station when I saw the poster on an alley wall. It was old and peeling and the lettering and pictures on it were barely visible after years of weathering. It was a circus poster–though the top part had got torn away or just fallen off, so I couldn’t tell you which dang circus it was. I guess sometimes things catch your eye for a reason. One picture was of some lady holding a barbell over her head.

    JADE O’SHAUGHNESSY–STRONGEST WOMEN IN THE WORLD read the title underneath.

    Well I just stopped and stared, because even though I’d never been to a circus in my life, I knew that face. She was pretty, with full lips and a head of light-colored hair and she was holding that barbell up over her head with a smile on her face and wicked glint in her green eyes. I reckon them weights were real, too. That leopard skin didn’t hide those big shoulders or the muscles in her arms.

    How did I know them eyes were green? ‘Cos it was none other than the painted lady herself–the same woman who darn near beat poor old Sheriff Gregg half to death all those years ago.

    Well, well, I says to myself. I’d always thought of the painted lady as some angel of vengeance, dispatched by powers beyond

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