Western Romance: the Ultimate Outlaw: "Love Is the Ultimate Outlaw"

By Britny Coker Hana Rass

She left home at nineteen to prove to her father, and other men, that she could do anything a man could do, and better. And she did. For three years, Skye-Blue Johnston has bounty hunted alongside her friend Clyde Daniels. She has brought in more outlaws than to be expected of a woman, and has made a living off it. Clyde and Blue (as she liked to be called) rode together until his death by an outlaw she and Clyde had been after. Blue had been devastated after his death, and took off on her own to the town of Silver City, Missouri.

He was the famed outlaw, the Robin Hood of Liberty, Missouri. And he had the most feared gang of the west. For many years, Jesse James and his gang has terrorized banks, stagecoaches, and trains in the surrounding states of Missouri as a lifestyle. He has known loss, and has become a hard man for it. Having met the bounty hunter of Silver City in the Calico Saloon, his (along with his brother, Frank's and his cousin, Cole's) life is about to change.

When these two forces meet, sparks fly and an electrifying bond is born. Throughout their obstacles, and meeting Billy the Kid and Johnny Ringo, they become inseparable. The outlaw and bounty hunter beat the odds that are against them and find out in the end that Love is the Ultimate Outlaw.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 13, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452054278

Britny Coker Hana Rass

She never considered herself a writer and she probably still doesnt. Hana Rass grew up in a happy normal Christian family. Besides for the one thing, she is a member of her family Bluegrass band, Fairland. She finds Bluegrass, her favorite music, to be full of history, her favorite subject. The Wild West. She got into the whole wild west thing probably when she was fourteen. She saw a few movies and thought they were pretty cool. However, her real passion isn't writing or history, it's the fiddle she plays for her family band, Fairland. She's been playing the fiddle for about ten years. She'll tell you she is a musician by heart and has a stronger calling towards music than anything else. Britny Coker is the one that has the calling for writing. Or that's what she's told. Since she was thirteen, Britny has been writing short stories, poems, and articles for the newspaper in Royston, Georgia and has loved ever minute of it. She takes care of her nephews and mother in Toccoa, Georgia, and attends a nighttime highschool there. It was at nineteen when she decided to buckle down and start a weekly blog on the internet that was on the lines of a soap opera that it hit her, her and Hana, (or Mar as Britny came to know her as) should write a western novel. And they did. Writing a book has always been her dream.

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Chapter 1

A reporter walked into the James’ home, his hands are slightly shaking from the fact he will be sitting with one of the most famed outlaws of the west. Jesse James. His wife, a bounty hunter, is sitting next to him, her hand is resting on his leg with his hand over hers. They are comfortable with each other.

It is an odd thing, an outlaw and a bounty hunter together. And that is why the reporter is here. To get to the bottom of this unique relationship. He pulls out his pencil and sheet of paper, titling the page, A Unique Relationship though later, after he hears the story, he is sure to change it.

The reporter looks up, his wary, brown eyes watching the outlaw a moment and then moved to the woman. Could you state your names for the record please? Also your profession.

Blue had glanced at Jesse, a small smirk played across her lips. She knew what Jesse would use as his profession. It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Skye-Blue James. I’m a Bounty Hunter.

Blue studied the man. He was short, stout, and young. His hands shook as he held his paper and pencil. Shaggy sandy brow hair clung to his damp forehead. The poor kid was nervous. Well of course he was. He was with Blue and Jesse.

The kid, who was probably around his late twenties, let his eyes wander as he waited for Jesse to answer. Blue couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped her. She glanced at Jesse, Tell him your name, my dear, and your profession. She winked at the outlaw, grinning.

Jesse chuckled at the young man, he could see he was nervous it was very easy. He smiled at Blue and leaned over quickly, kissing her cheek. His hand rested over hers as he listened to the Reporter speak, he watched Blue a moment hearing her speak he smiled. Love and devotion shone in his blue eyes.

He heard her tell him to say his name and he sighed and nodded, Alright dear. he mumbled. He smirked at her slightly, he knew she didn’t like being called dear. Jesse Woodsen James.. He smiled, My profession? Well, I guess you could say Outlaw. He frowned slightly. He once again smiled at his Blue. He loved that woman.

He looked back at the Reporter and smirked And what is your name? Jesse watched as the boy seemed to get a little startled. He raised an eyebrow. I just asked for your name. It’s not like I pulled my gun on you or anything. Besides if I wanted to kill you I would have done it by now. He leaned back in his chair, a teasing glint in his eye as he wrapped an arm around Blue’s shoulders.

The kid cleared his throat John Thompson, sir.

Jesse nodded Well Mr. Thompson, What is your profession? He held back a chuckle as the kid seemed a bit confused at Jesse’s question. Jesse let a smile go across his face.

Uh.. I’m a reporter.. sir..

Very good. Jesse smiled again his ankle crossing over his knee as he sat loosely in his chair, he was comfortable. He smiled once again at Blue and kissed her cheek quickly before he looked at the boy, waiting for the questions to start, if he got over his nerves that is.

Blue shook her head at him, grinning. Now dear, mind your manners. She teased him. She leaned against his shoulder, curling her legs under her so that her body was facing Jesse now. Her fingertips traced the back of his hand softly.

Yes, ma’am. He mumbled to her.

Glancing up at the man, she smiled, she loved Jesse. They had been through a lot, had a lot of close calls and nearly lost each other, and yet here they were.

The kid cleared his throat, Uh, Mr. and Mrs. James, if you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been together? Blue smiled, her eyes on Jesse’s face. They had been together a while. And they are as much in love now than they were when they just met.

Around ten years. Am I right, Outlaw? The name had still stuck, even after all this time. Blue spied a hair that didn’t want to behave on Jesse’s head and reached up to sooth it. she ran a hand through his hair, a playful grin on her lips, You’re getting grays, my love. She teased him. She kissed his cheek then turned her attention back to Mr. Thompson.

He smiled and nodded at her as she answered the question. That sounds about right, Bounty Hunter. He smiled at her, her name had stuck also for her, he called her Bounty Hunter and she called him Outlaw, that’s how it was

He glanced at her, a crooked grin on his face, then it changed to a frown and a small glare at her "Yeah they’re from you…. Dear." The dear was said with thick sarcasm, and he made it known. Jesse ran a hand through his hair and murmured something to himself before he looked at Mr. Thompson again giving the kid his attention.

Blue flashed him a grin. Are you complaining, outlaw? Because if you were, I could take care of that, she teased. She glanced at him a moment, I might arrest you now if you don’t stop calling me dear, dear.

Jesse chuckled slightly at her and shook his head. I never complain, love. He winked at her a moment. He laughed at her words and nodded Alright de—Blue. He had cut himself off from calling her dear again, he knew she hated it and he found it amusing, he did a lot of things like that.

He nodded, Ten years, that’s a long time. And by the looks of it, you’re still close.

Blue frowned, Of course we are, why wouldn’t we be? It’s not like I would grow tired of my outlaw. No, he keeps me entertained. She flashed Jesse a grin.

The kid cleared his throat, Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you Mrs. James. He continued to jot down notes onto the pad, Mr. James, would you say your relationship with your wife is….What’s the word I’m searching for?…Peaceful? Blue raised an eyebrow at Jesse, waiting to hear his answer.

He raised an eyebrow and nodded ‘We’re very close.. and you didn’t offend her, believe me. You’d know if you offended her." He gave a amused smile then looked at her a moment and chuckled. He gave his attention back to the reporter and nodded.

Uh, no it’s never peaceful, ever.. She keeps me on my toes and always finds a way to entertain me.. And, well, I threaten to shoot her and she threatens to arrest me.. So it’s never boring in our house.. Is it dear? He chuckled again and looked at her out of the corner of his eye, a hand ran over his goatee that had a few grays in it, again from her.

She laughed at his words. He speaks the truth. I do have a bad temper at times. It’s just a little one. Blue glanced up at Jesse, listening to him speak, her hand rubbed his forearm softly. She grinned again when he had spoke of their relationship not being peaceful.

She chuckled, Never a dull moment in our home. She kissed his cheek then turned back to the reporter. What he doesn’t tell you, is that he deserved every minute of it.She teased. I remember one time I got the rope after him, she teased the boy. He gave her a confused expression, but she just shook her head. Jesse knew what she was talking about.

Jesse watched as John wrote it down, he seemed to pause a moment then continued to write until he looked back up at them, Would you like something to drink Mr. Thompson? Jesse asked smiling slightly he looked like he could use a drink of water.

The boy shook his head, No thank you Mr. James. Jesse nodded and waited for another question. How many outlaws have you brought to justice Mrs. James? If you don’t mind me asking..he glanced at the both of them, still a little wary.

To answer your question, Mr. Thompson, I haven’t kept track. There was Willy, the Kid, Ringo, and several others. Then I caught the famous Jesse James. She grinned up at Jesse again, winking. the kid frowned, trying to keep up.

He chuckled at her when she had mentioned the ropes. His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding hers, went up to his goatee and started to brush through it, a habit he had started a while ago. His hand that held hers traced random patterns on her skin as he listened to her answer Mr. Thompson’s question.

Instead of going further into that, he glanced at Jesse, How many robberies have you done? And has your wife went on any of them with you?

He had let him mind wander for a moment, he focus on the outside though hearing a question aimed at him he looked back at the man a moment and frowned, thinking ‘Uh He shrugged I lost count at twenty five. And Blue has only been on one robbery with me." He watched as Mr. Thompson wrote down his answer.

Mr. Thompson lifted his head and looked at the two What did your Father think about you bringing home a outlaw Mrs. James?

Blue watched Jesse, noticing he had been thinking of something else. But she didn’t have time to question him when the reporter had ask her another question, Oh he was absolutely thrilled, she rolled her eyes, His first question, I remember was if he had robbed any banks lately. He never knew that I went on a job with Jesse. Blue grinned at the thought and shook her head.

She glanced down at Jesse’s hand on hers. She lifted his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his palm, then held it to her cheek. My father happened to be thrilled that I was actually settling down and starting a live with someone else.

Jesse chuckled at the memory of meeting her Father. He was nervous, very nervous. Though when the man asked him if he’d robbed any banks lately, Jesse’s nerves had gone down some and he was able to relax for the most part. He watched her lift his hand to her lips and kissed it, he smiled at her, his fingers making small patterns on her cheek as he turned his attention back to the reporter.

The reporter chuckled, You must have been willful.

I was, still am at times. She grinned.

The reporter turned back to Jesse, A bounty hunter and outlaw having a relationship is quite different. What were your first thoughts of Mrs. James? Blue grinned as the memories of their first meeting hit her. It was rather amusing, they hated each other.

Well.. we hated each other that was obvious. I had made trouble in her town and she had come after me for it, I wanted to burn that town.. Just so you know, He turned to Blue, I was planning on it. He had turned his attention back to the reporter. I didn’t however, she had put a stop to that idea.. But my first thoughts of her was, she was the most stubborn, stupid woman in the world for coming after me at night. he shook his head a moment.

Alright, Now.. How did you two meet?

Jesse gave a smirk and looked at Blue a moment, Well… First of, you have to understand Blue…

Chapter 2

Prologue:

To understand me, and why I am the way I am, we must go to the beginning. I started at a young age on being willful and independent. This is how it started…

Eighteen years ago…

Four year old Skye-Blue watched her Pa talk to the strange people in the covered wagon. A little boy, around nine or so sat beside the people, his Blue eyes held a sadness of loss, and Blue’s heart went out to him. The four year old ran out to her Pa and wrapped her arms around his leg. What is it, Pa?

Charles glanced down at his daughter, his hand ruffled her black hair. She had gotten her looks from her mother, Aiyana, a Native American woman. Blue reminded him of her so much, from her stubbornness, to her caring heart. Her looks were an exact replica of her mother. He smiled, This young man here lost his family in an Indian raid on the way out here. I was tellin’ these kind folks that we would take him in. He studied the emotions that flitted across his daughters features.

She nodded her head, black hair falling around her shoulders, Please Pa, let the boy stay. She turned those big brown eyes on Charles. Of course it would be okay with Blue., she had a big heart.

Charles chuckled and bent down to lift Blue in his arms. He held the girl on his hip, one arm around the her. His green gaze went back to the people on the wagon, He can stay with us. He’ll have a room and meals each day.

That’s good, it’s good of you to take the boy in, an older man replied. He helped the boy down, then reached behind him in the covered wagon to get his bag. It was a small bag, the contents were probably just his clothes The man tossed the bag to Charles, who caught it and nodded. When the strangers started off again, Charles nodded in farewell, then led the children back to the house.

Let’s get you kids some food, I’m sure you’re hungry, Charles smiled down at the children. Blue, who was skipping ahead of them, was oblivious to Clyde’s stares. Charles chuckled to himself. Kids, he thought.

Clyde’s Blue eyes darted to the older man, Yessir, I sure am. I could eat a whole cow I’m so hungry.

Charles laughed and lifted a hand to ruffle the boy’s hair, I’ll see if I can’t rustle you up somethin’. There was an immediate father/son bond that developed between the two.

Skye-Blue skipped and twirled as she made her way to the house, a soft hum escaping her lips. Black hair flowed around the girl’s shoulders. Every now and then, she’d lift her face, eyes closed. Clyde thought for sure that she’d end up running into something, but she didn’t. She even skipped up the steps and into the big house.

Is she always like that? Clyde asked her father.

This is a slow day for her, he chuckled, shaking his head. His daughter was normally worse than this. He would be chasing her down on her gelding, Mist, a sorrel paint she rode. Even at four, you couldn’t find the girl anywhere else. She would be on that horse’s back all day, every day if he let her.

Geez, she must be somethin’ to watch after. Where’s her ma?

Charles sighed, but forced a smile for the boy’s sake, She died not too long ago, son. I’m raising her myself.

Clyde nodded, seemingly unaffected by the news, You gots your hands full, mister.

That I do, son, that I do.

Few years later…

"Clyde and I were the best of friends. Where you saw one of us, you were sure to see the other. I guess you could say we were joined at the hip."

Blue sat atop her gelding, watching the coyotes stalk her pa’s cattle. Oh no you don’ you mangy curs. She wheeled her horse around, galloping Mist down the hill to the coyotes. She’d chase them off, show them to mess with her pa’s cattle.

Clyde, who had stayed by her side since the day he come to her pa’s ranch, cursed and followed her. Blue, don’ chase ‘em! You’re only goin’ to piss ‘em off more!

Clyde Daniels! You watch your mouth! she hollered back at him. She was already chasing after the coyotes, running them off her pa’s land.

Clyde rolled his eyes but followed her. She needed protecting. Not from the coyotes, but from herself. He felt sorry for those coyotes. Beware of Skye-Blue’s wrath. In the three years he has known the girl, she has set him straight several times. He remembered telling Charles that he had his hands full with this one. Clyde was right. There wasn’t a dull moment.

He thought back to the mischief she had gotten herself into, and drug him with her. Blue had found some wolf pups in a den, obviously the mother was still around, but Blue claimed that the she-wolf was dead and it was up to her to take the wolf pups in. Her pa had been spittin’ mad. He also got ill with Clyde for not convincing her to leave the pups there. But Clyde had.

So Clyde persuaded her to take the wolves back to their mother, who had been furious. Blue put the wolves back, but when the she-wolf stepped out of the den, both Blue and Clyde high-tailed it out of the area, leaving the snarling beast and its pups be.

Now the seven year old sat atop her gelding, a long stick in her hand , and was chasing the mangy coyotes off her pa’s land. It was an amusing scene. A girl chasing off some mutts. She seemed fearless. And independent? That girl had independence to share. She didn’t ask for any help, though she constantly gave it.

After the coyotes were gone, Blue turned her big gelding back to Clyde, a triumphant smile on her face. Clyde chuckled, Boy, Blue, you sure showed them, he commented sarcastically.

You watch that sarcasm Clyde Daniels or I’ll take this here switch after you, she waved the branch-like stick in front of her.

That’s no switch! That’s a damned branch!

I said watch your mouth, she moved her gelding up next to Clyde’s and whacked him on the shoulder with the stick.

Ow! Put it down, Blue!

You watch your mouth from now on, you hear me Clyde? She whacked him again for good measure.

Clyde sighed, and managed to dodge the second whack Alright, Blue, alright. I’ll watch my language from now on. As long as you stop getting’ me, and yourself in trouble.

Blue flashed him a grin, I doubt I can promise that, Clyde.

He sighed, You’re probably right. That got him another whack across the head this time. Hey! But she was already off, galloping back home.

Seven years from that time…

This was a time when I figured I wasn’t like most ladies. They never stepped foot in a Saloon. And I did willingly.

Blue sighed as she watched the sheriff march off with her buddy, Clyde in tow. Oh boy, she shook her head. Walking over to her gelding, Mist, she pulled out her rifle, something she had gotten from her Pa in case she needed it to ward off unwanted attention while she visited town. She didn’t know why he thought she’d get such attention. She was too plain.

She walked up to the sheriff, the skirts of her dress flapping against her ankles as the wind blew. Damned skirts. I hate dresses, she complained to herself. With the rifle hanging at her side, warning men off, she stalked off to the sheriff’s office.

The man held the nineteen year old boy by his ear, cursing at him. It wasn’t a big deal, Clyde had lost his temper with someone in the saloon over one of those soiled doves, then when the Sheriff stepped in, he hit the older man. Clyde was drunk.

I oughtta lock you up, son! You don’ go hittin’ people as you damn well please, the sheriff growled out at the boy.

You snuck up on me sheriff I didn’t know it was you. If I did, I wouldn’t have hit ya. Clyde was trying to get away from the big, burly sheriff, but the beefy man held onto his prey.

It doesn’t matter that you hit me, well it did, it matters that you thought to hit someone. Anyone!

Is there a problem gentleman? Blue asked as she leaned against the door frame lazily, the rifle hanging at her side.

Yes, there is Miss Skye-Bl—

Blue, she corrected him, causing an angry flush to color his cheeks.

"Miss Blue. He decided to hit an officer."

By what I was hearin’, in here and in the Saloon, it was an accident, Blue shrugged at him, a small smile spreading across her lips.

That’s not the—You were in the saloon Miss Blue? the sheriff watched her, stricken that she was in the saloon.

Blue nodded, grinning now, Yes, I find the change of scenery quite refreshing.

The old man sputtered, trying to find something to say, If your father finds out about you—

If my father finds out, she interrupted, About you holding his favorite son up by his ear, and threatening his favorite daughter, things will be a lot less prettier than they are now, my good man.

You’re his only daughter, and this here is only his son by claim. So you really— He paused again.

Blue grinned, See where I’m coming from? Being the only child, then having an adopted brother, that made the two the favorites of Charles Johnston. Meaning if you mess with his kids, he was liable to come down here and set anyone that had a problem with them, straight.

The sheriff pulled himself up straight, glaring at Blue. Now listen to me, Missy. You don’t go around threatening the sheriff.

Oh shit.. Clyde sighed. you shouldn’t have called her Missy, Sheriff. The sheriff jerked on his ear, causing him to groan at the pain then shutting the boy up.

Blue bristled, Missy? She shook her head, trying to brush it off. She didn’t enjoy being called Missy, or any other names as such. It was Blue or nothing at all. She had control of her temper, until the man jerk her friend’s ear.

She glared at the sheriff then walked over to his desk and picked up the newspaper that lay there. Setting the rifle down and then rolling up the newspaper, Blue stalked right over to the sheriff and started beating the man across the shoulders and head. If you don’t let this boy go, I’ll beat you good and proper, Sheriff. She accented each word with a smack of the rolled up newspaper.

The sheriff let go of Clyde to snatch the cursed paper from Blue, his own glare aimed at the insane woman. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her in a cell, along with Clyde, Now you just sit right there until you can calm yourself down.

Calm down? You dirty horse’s as—

Blue, that’s enough. Stop talking. That got him a slap to the back of his head. He grunted rubbing his head. Dammit Blue.

Blue sat on the cot in the cell, arms folded across her chest, eyes flashing dangerously. You get my pa here right now, Sheriff, or you’ll regret ever putting me here.

I already do, Missy.

She glared at the older man, Clyde’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. She fumed quietly, waiting for her father to get there. When he did, needless to say, he was angry. Both at Clyde and the Sheriff. And Blue.

He walked up to the cell, pointing at the kids. You two, out. Get on your horses and go home. As for you sheriff, you ever threaten my daughter, or mistreat my son, it will be the end of my rifle’s barrel as the last thing you see. He stalked out of the sheriff’s office, leaving the man shocked and speechless.

Chapter 3

Not once did the sheriff give me grief after that. I have to say, I left quite an impression on the man.

Skye-Blue shifted in her saddle, watching the men drool over the Easterner’s daughters. True, they were beautiful in their fancy get-ups, and delicate appearance, but Skye-Blue couldn’t fathom what would make a man want the responsibility of a whiny, swooning, Eastern woman.

She shook her head, letting her gaze find Clyde and smiled. Now he didn’t go for that type of woman, he liked… Wait, did he just… She cursed him under her breath when he stared at the high and mighty females across the lane. When he reached his horse, she cleared her throat and looked down at him.

See somethin’ you like, Clyde? she asked, plastering a forced grin on her face to hide her disappointment.

He grinned up at her, It’s not ever’day you get to see Easterners out here. Wonder what’s got them travelin’ so far from home.

Skye-Blue shrugged, Don’ rightly know, but it’s none of our concern. We’ve got a bounty to hunt, let’s get goin’. She picked up the reins, swinging her horse around and galloping out of town.

Blue, dammit, wait, Clyde called after her, putting his foot in the stirrup. He clucked to his horse, sending him after Blue before his rear hit the saddle. His horse galloped after Blue’s, closing the gap between them.

His horse was neck-and-neck with Blue’s when he saw the twinkle in Blue’s eyes. He grinned, she wanted a race. Giving his horse, Sam, some free rein, the stallion stretched his neck out and flew past Blue and her horse. Sam was a good hand taller than Blue’s horse, and had a longer stride. But that didn’t discourage Blue. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye; her horse’s nose was at Sam’s flanks.

Blue grinned when Clyde and Sam had passed her and Whysper. Whysper tugged at the bit, begging to be let loose, but Blue held her back. She’d tease Clyde a while before giving Whysper the bit. Blue crouched low over Whysper’s neck, waiting for her moment

Clyde and Blue had always been competitive, even when they were kids. Blue was an only child, her mother had died before she could have anymore kids. That left Blue and her father. But fate played in Blue’s favor, sending her Clyde after his family had been killed in an Indian raid. Clyde was nine and she four. They had a fast friendship, knowing each other only after a few minutes and declaring each other as friends. They’ve been inseparable since.

Clyde glanced back at Blue, grinning. Damn, she was beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He had loved her since she was a girl, not that he’d tell her that. She’d laugh at hi, they couldn’t be anymore than friends.

Clyde was jolted from his thoughts when Blue hollered for him to stop. When he glanced in front of him, he saw a horse and rider coming at him. But before he could pull on Sam’s reins the horse collided into him and Sam. The horses squealed and a sickening thud was heard. Clyde was tossed from the saddle, the thud was him hitting the dirt.

Blue gasped jumping from Whysper’s back. She ran to him, knelt down beside him, and gazed down at him worriedly, Clyde, are you okay?

He groaned, I’m livin’. Clyde looked around for the rider that had ran him and Sam over.

Sorry mister, I didn’ have much warnin’ or I woulda stopped, the rider apologized.

Blue stood, her eyes flashing, What the hell?! You couldn’ see past your nose? He was right there in front of you!

I’m no mister, mister. Where you headin’ so fast? Clyde asked , getting to his feet.

I’m with the Pony Express, he explained.

Blue looked the man over, he had to be at least two years younger that her, but his eyes spoke of a wisdom beyond his years. Do you have a name at all?

Name’s Ryder, he tipped his hat. So appropriate, she thought to herself.

Howdy, Ryder, I’m Clyde, Clyde extended his hand.

Ryder took his hand,Clyde, he nodded. How ‘bout you? Do you have a name? He ask, referring to Blue.

Blue.

Well, Blue, he nodded, a hint of a grin tugged at his lips. Clyde, I best be goin’.

They mounted their horses after making sure they were sound enough to ride. Ryder watched the pair ride off, then turned his own horse towards town, letting the animal lope lazily along the field. As soon as the town came into view he kicked the horse into a gallop.

Stopping in front of the post office, he wrapped the reins around the hitching post then walked inside. Mornin’ Simon, d’you know where I can find an Albert Hennings? Ryder ask walking up to the counter.

Yessir, they came in on that there stagecoach, the postmaster pointed his weathered hand out to the street. Ryder turned, his gaze following the old man’s hand, Well, damn, d’you know where he went?

You can look at the hotel. Them daughters of his have been causin’ a ruckus, Simon mutter, sorting through the mail.

Thank you much, Simon, Ryder nodded, then strode from the post office to the hotel. He stopped short, daughters? He shook his head, and went inside the hotel. Lookin’ for Albert Hennings.

Before the clerk could answer, a tall, slender man in his forties stood. I’m Albert Hennings.

Ryder nodded, I’m s’posed to deliver you to the old Davis ranch.

You’re Zachariah? the man asked.

Ryder looked up, No sir, I’m Ryder.

That’s right, I’m sorry son. Albert stepped back from Ryder as two woman walked up beside him taking his arms. Another woman, older but still beautiful, walked behind Albert. she glanced at Ryder. He tipped his hat, Ma’am.

She smiled, Mr. Ryder, she nodded, folding her hands in front of her. Albert was watching him expectantly. It dawned on him that he was supposed to take her arm. He cursed to himself, forced a smile, and offered his arm to the older woman. She rested her hand on his forearm softly, allowing Ryder to escort her out to the wagon that was being hitched up at the livery. Just Ryder, ma’am, he corrected her, smiling.

They left the hotel and stepped out onto the porch. Ryder excused himself and went to fetch the wagon. Why the stagecoach wouldn’t take them the rest of the way, was beyond him. Albert Hennings watched the boy leave. He had expected Zachariah to meet them. However, it made no difference, the boy would do.

His daughters were talking to their mother, Clara Hennings. Lily Belle didn’t hide her disdain towards the town. She made it known that she resented being forced to come here. She preferred high society over the wild west.

JoBeth, on the other hand, was ecstatic to leave the East. She had grown tired of the constant Eastern drama, and the single-minded ladies there, with only the goal of getting married on their minds. She needed an adventure. Albert chuckled to himself, he knew his daughter more than she would probably like.

His daughters were as different as night and day. JoBeth was taller than her mother, had hazel eyes, though plain, spoke of a wisdom beyond JoBeth’s years. She was realistic and prepared to do what she must to make her way through life. Even if it meant she would be unhappy. It was his fault, he thought, he had instilled the beliefs that the girls needed a strong man to guide them in this world. JoBeth believed differently, but wouldn’t go against her father’s wishes to see her married.

Lily Belle, the youngest, had believed him. She had planned on getting married before she reached the age 18, she had plenty of suitors lined up, but she wouldn’t get to see any of them at the alter. Albert hoped she would find some young man here, hoped while she searched, she would find that strength her sister had found.

He glanced at Clara; she had the patience of a saint. Taking care of her two daughters, and dealing with him, she had to. He drug her out here without a word of protest. He guessed it was love.

He had loved her from the moment he stumbled across the ballroom just to sign her card for the first dance of the night. Her sea Blue eyes had twinkled with laughter as she watched him, and he was hooked. Ever since that night, 19 years ago, he had loved her with everything that defined him.

Ryder stopped the wagon in front of the hotel. Hopping down from the wagon, he jogged up the steps and smiled in greeting, Well, sir, this here will take you out to the spread. It was nice meetin’ you. Have a good’un. He nodded and stalked over to his horse. Albert clearing his throat had stopped him just as he put his foot in the stirrup. He looked over at the Easterner, Yessir?

We need someone to show us where to go, until we know the way ourselves.

Ryder groaned inwardly, great, he thought, he would have his fair share of city folk before the day was over. He forced a smile, Yessir, I’ll show you the way. He paused, You do know how to drive a wagon, right?

It can’t be any more difficult than a carriage, Albert replied, helping his daughters into the back of the wagon, then his wife in the front.

Ryder grinned, no, it couldn’t be. He mounted his horse and steered it towards the spread. Albert and his family followed behind, he heard the girls talking to one another. He chuckled, they didn’t much like it here. Well, they’ll just have to get their prissy little rear-ends over it.

After an hour of traveling, they finally arrived at the spread and was greeted by a tall ranch hand. Albert stopped the wagon in front of the ranch house. It was a nice place, Clara and the girls would have a good time fixing it up. Add some gardens, and Lily Belle would be content. A few other ranch hands worked horses, and branded cattle in the fences across the from the house. It was busy, and dusty, but it would soon be home.

Zack took his hat off, slapping it against his leg in an attempt to dust off his breeches. Howdy, I’m Zack, the manager of this ranch. What can I do you for?

Well, Zack, you missed pickin’ up these cit—nice folks and I brought them to you. Ryder explained, he nearly slipped at calling them city folk, but caught himself in time.

Zack chuckled, I hope it didn’t take too much time from your plans.

No sir, I didn’t have much plans ‘cept find a nice room with a nice girl and get some sleep, Ryder replied dryly, he heard the girls gasp and grinned to himself.

Zack just laughed, Well in that case, I’ll pay you back soon as I can.

Ryder nodded, ’Preciate it, he turned to the ladies, Ladies, Mr. Hennings. He heeled his horse, galloping back to town. Zack moved to the wagon, helping the young women from the wagon. He let Mr. Hennings help his wife down out of courtesy. Also, he wouldn’t want to ruin any good reputation these fine ladies had.

Zack, I’m Albert Hennings, the older man extended his hand. Zack clapped it with his own, shaking it. This is my wife, Clara, he took his wife’s hand, then motioned to the girls, My daughters, Lily Belle and JoBeth.

Ladies, he nodded, smiling, Well, boss, forgive me for seemin’ rude, but this here is a workin’ ranch and I have work to do. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you around your new home. With that he stalked off. Albert kissed his wife’s hand and daughters’ cheeks then followed Zack.

An older woman came out, waving a hand while drying the other off on her apron, You young ladies come on in, you oughtta be hungry. Lily and JoBeth glanced at each other, giggling at the woman then went inside. Clara smiled at her girls, following after them only after she had a good look at her surroundings, yes, this could be home for her. She felt it in her heart.

Lily rolled out the the dough for the bread. How on earth do women stand this, she muttered aloud. JoBeth glanced up from the slab of beef she had been working on, I quite enjoy it, Lily, it’s refreshing.

Lily made a face, For you it may be, Bethie. I would rather be with the ladies in the East.

Sewing and gossiping? JoBeth shook her head, No sister, this is our life, as it should have been all along.

You’ve only been here a day, how can you like it in one day? Lily hissed.

She shrugged her shoulder and went back to work on the slab of meat, I don’t know, but I do. She looked her sister in the eyes, Don’t give father any grief, Lily, he went through a lot of trouble to get us here. Make it work for us, please.

Lily looked away from her sister, kneading the dough until the old woman, Milly, peered over her shoulder, Lordy girl, I believe you are a natural. Lily preened under the compliment despite her earlier complaints. She glanced out the window, maybe she could work this out. Or send a letter to her beau out East to come get her.

Lily pushed her hair from her eyes, the sun’s heat wafting down on then. There was no breeze blowing, no bustling trees, no life out here in the west. And nothing to do.

There were no parties, no ladies to dine with. And definitely nowhere to dine out without a fallen lady, or whore, she grimaced at the word, as they called them out here, sashaying their hips to draw attention to themselves. And the women here, she saw a woman wearing mans clothing and sitting in the Saloon like she owned the place. A woman now!

Lily shook her head, then turned her gaze out to the corral where her father and Mr. Zack were working a colt. The animal reared up, whinnying viciously, his hooves slashing through the air. She shuddered, it was dangerous to even be near those creatures.

How could her father want to stay here? She got up from the rocker that sat on the porch. Walking across the grounds, she went to the barn. There had been some kittens born recently, that seemed to be the only entertainment Lily had.

She made her way to the barn slowly, watching Ryder, the man that helped her and her family find the ranch, ride up on his horse. He was a good enough looking man. He wasn’t as rough looking as the others. Turning her gaze away from him, she started back towards the barn.

Ryder had jumped from the horse he rode in, his horse shook its’ mane, exhausted from the ride. He was headed into town and thought he’d stop and give his horse a rest for a few minutes. Then he’d talk to Zack about being hired on as a part-time ranch hand. If that was possible.

He was ready to be done with Pony Express, to own his own place. He watched a blonde woman walk to Mr. Hennings’ barn. She was one of the daughters. He caught her watching him, she however didn’t notice, just kept walking to the barn. Shaking his head, he went to the men at the corral.

Howdy, Zack, Mr. Hennings. He acknowledged the men. Lifting a leg, he rested his boot on the corral rail, folding his arms in front of him as he watched the two work the mustang. He was blazing red in color, with a black mane and tail.

Albert glanced away from the mustang for a split second, which sent him into the dirt. The horse’s rump had bumped him, knocking him over. Zack couldn’t let go of the stallion to help the man, if he did, that put Albert and Zack in more danger that what they already were. So Ryder jumped into the corral, pulling Albert to the rail out of harms way. Ryder, don’t you have to deliver some messages? he asked, it was an innocent question. Not meant to criticize or scold. Ryder chuckled, "No, it’s getting slow with the tracks bein’ built through town.

Tracks?

Train tracks. The train’s goin’ to start runnin’ out here in the west. It’ll cause pony express riders to lose their jobs an’ be out lookin’ for more. Ryder explained.

Albert frowned, dusting his breeches off, Well, that means you will be out of a job soon. Why not come work here?

Ryder’s earlier thoughts came back to him, hadn’t he just been thinking about asking Zack the same thing? Ryder smiled, I’ll think ‘bout it. Thanks Mr. Hennings.

Albert waved his hand, dismissing this gratitude, Anytime, son. And call me Albert.

Ryder nodded, then turned to Zack, Still can’t get this mustang broke, Zack?

Zack shook his head, No. Everythin’ I try doesn’ work. He’s just an ornery animal. Zack reached his hand over to the horse to pat his neck. The horse snaked his head around and bit at Zack. The man withdrew his hand quickly, cursing the hardheaded animal. That’s enough for the day. Alright Boss, next chore after breakin’ your broncs is checkin’ the border of your stake.

Which means what, Zack?

Ridin’ Mr. Hennings. Let’s saddle up. With that, Zack and Albert went to the barn, Ryder following behind them. Ryder’s eyes stayed on the barn, the woman he had seen earlier might still be in there, why he cared he didn’t know.

The men walked into the barn, Zack introduced Albert to the horse he would be riding. An old gelding around fifteen years of age. He was gentle enough, Zack had told him, but any horse can throw someone. Zack had asked Ryder to get the gelding’s saddle from the tack room for him. Turning from the other two men, he strode down the stable isle and went into the tack-room That’s where he saw her. The woman, barely seventeen, sat in the hay playing with three balls of fur that made up kittens. The momma cat was laying a few feet away, watching the woman calmly, trusting her. Ryder walked into the room, lifting the saddle he was instructed to get onto his shoulder. She jumped then , her Blue gaze flying to Ryder.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Ryder chuckled softly. He stood in the doorway, unmoving. He waited for her to say something, wanted her to.

Lily gazed up at him, she tried to find her voice, but all that came out was, Uh. She smacked herself mentally, giving herself a shake as she did.

Ryder chuckled again, a bit nervous. Well, it was good talkin’ to you, Miss Hennings. He turned and left the tack room, eager to get away from the awkwardness of the situation. Mr. Hennings and Zack stood next to the gelding they had led from the stall. Zack was instructing him on the parts of a horse, something every man should know out here.

His withers are here, Zack laid his hand on the horses withers, or shoulders, you make sure the tree of the saddle is resting on the withers, otherwise you’ll find yourself in the dust with an achin’ backside. The men chuckled at the lame but serious joke then noticed his presence.

Your saddle, Mr. Hennings. Has Zack told you the parts of the saddle yet? Ryder asked as he lay the saddle and the blanket on the stall door.

Albert, Albert corrected, No he hasn’t. A saddle has a tree? Albert raised his gray eyebrow at this, the other two men laughed.

Yes the saddles out here have trees. Otherwise know as, horns. Ryder lifted the saddle blanket and handed it to Albert, This here is the blanket, you put it on your horse’s neck and slide it down till this part, he pointed to the hem of the blanket, is just above his withers.

Albert did as he was instructed, then asked, Why do you slide it down his neck?

Zack chimed in on this one, You see the way the mane falls? If you put the blanket on the horse and push it up the neck to line it up with the withers, it pushes the mane up as well, which is uncomfortable for the horse and can make them irritable.

This is the best way to avoid that. Ryder added. He then lifted the saddle and handed it to Albert, This is the saddle we use, and this, he pointed to the saddle horn, or tree, is the tree or horn we were talkin’ about. Now put this on the horses back, line it up with the withers. Albert, once again, did as he was instructed. The stirrups, girth and leather strap hung loosely from the saddle. Albert turned his questioning gaze to the other men.

Zack stepped in, he reached under the horse’s barrel, grabbing the girth, then thread the leather strap through the buckle of the girth. This is trickier. When you tighten a girth, your horse might blow up, or hold it’s breath, so that it won’t get to tight. That can cause a saddle to slide an’ once again, you in the dust. Zack chuckled, if a horse wasn’t ridden properly, or if the person didn’t have the experience, then they were liable to end up in the dust several times.

So you tighten the girth, he did so as he spoke, walk them around, tighten it some more and then you should be set to ride.

They finished saddling horses, Ryder going to get his own, then mounted up and rode out across Albert’s land. From the top of one hill, they could see the town. And there in town, there was a fight at the Saloon.

Chapter 4

I take it those you had just got done talking about play a certain role in your life? the reporter asked.

Yes, Mr. Thompson. They play a very important role. Now, please stop interrupting me.

Forgive me, continue.

Clyde reached around for his colt slowly, trying not to draw attention to his hand as the outlaws, the Musgrove Gang, aimed their own guns at Clyde and the bartender, Sam. However, the leader had his eyes on Clyde and aimed his rifle at him.

Move your gun, son, an’ you lose your life. Are ya willin’ to risk that? the man asked Clyde. He was about to open his mouth when he saw Blue enter the Saloon, She drew her guns, colt pointed at one of the gang members and rifle pointed at the leader’s head.

If you don’t put your gun down, mister, it’s you that’s goin’ to lose your life, Skye-Blue warned, her hands held the guns steadily, neither of her hands were shaking. Her chocolate brown eyes bore into the older mans’. She had never killed a man, but if this man didn’t move his gun from her friend’s head, the he would have the honor of being her first kill. When the man didn’t move to lower his gun, Blue pulled the hammer of her rifle back with an audible click. You have till two and a half, mister, to lower your weapon.

The man lowered his revolver, taking her seriously this time. She aimed her colt at one of the gang members, her brown eyes holding no amusement or humor. She motioned with her gun for them to drop their own guns. Some did, others felt cocky and aimed all of their guns at her. Clyde forgotten.

Clyde took this moment to draw his weapon and shoot the man’s hand that had his gun aimed at Blue. Then all hell broke loose.

Gunshots rang out through the Saloon, men and whores ran for cover, some going outside, others upstairs. Blue fired one shot right after another, hitting all of her targets. But killing none of them. She aimed both her rifle and colt at the leader. All of his men lay on the floor, either by choice or from being shot. Sam moved from behind the bar, his own shotgun aimed at some of the men.

The leader took that moment to surrender. His gun dropped to the floor, empty, and his hands were held up. Alright, ma’am.

Blue nodded to Clyde, who picked the colt from the ground and holstered it. Then he unbuckled the holster from the man’s waist and slung it over his shoulder. Blue stepped closer to the man, bring the hilt of her gun across the back of the man’s head. He fell to the floor in a heap. She turned her gaze on Clyde, Why are you always getting in trouble?

So you can get me out of it, he remarked dryly. He bent down and lifted the man halfway from the ground. Blue came over to help Clyde as they both drug him out of the Saloon to the Sheriff’s office. The sheriff paid them a sum of $250.00. Blue gave half to Clyde.

I don’t want this Blue, he had tried to hand the money back to her, but she shook her head. Dammit, Blue, you know I’m not in this for the bounty, only the hunt. You’re the one that’s in it for the foolishness.

Blue glared over at Clyde, Foolishness? Is that what you think this is? Or did you just forget that I saved your life?

Clyde backtracked his words, I meant, you should be home, with your dad in your home. Not out here. He can support you.

No, what you mean is that my father is right. I do need a man to look after me. Blue looked straight at him, narrowing her brown eyes.

Clyde grew uncomfortable under her gaze. She was right, that was what he meant. Blue could be ruthless, rash. She didn’t think things through, just did them. But that was just her. That’s what made her so good in the Bounty Hunting.

Yeah, Blue. I think you need someone that is able to match you step for step, be there when you need them the most. Someone like… he was cut off by a woman that collided into him. She dropped her stuff, gasping softly. Clyde automatically bent down and helped her gather her things. After he handed them to her, he glanced up only to find Blue on down the street. Sighing, he made his way to her.

She hadn’t known who the man was that had bumped into her, but JoBeth figured he was in a hurry to get where he was going. She had heard the exchange between the man and woman. He was going to tell her she needed someone like him, it was romantic, she thought wistfully. Shaking her head, strands of brown hair fell from the bun that held it on top of her head. He skirts swished about as she walked down the wooden porches of the stores.

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She was deep in thought, how exciting life would be if she were a bounty hunter. It seemed like a good life. You bring in outlaws and receive money in return. The $250.00 that the woman had receive was a lot of money. She walked past the Saloon, everything back to normal in the building, except now the choice of gossip was about the girl that had wrangled the outlaws and saved her friend. They were saying that the girl had a natural ability for capturing outlaws, that maybe she could even catch the famed Jesse James. Jesse James, JoBeth thought. She would like to meet him.

Of course Lily Belle would tell her she was foolish for wanting such things. But JoBeth wasn’t foolish, she was realistic. She knew she could wish for a life that the Bounty Hunter had, or she could even wish to meet Jesse James, but she knew her life was at her father’s ranch until she had a suitor, then her place would be with him. It wasn’t a life she would’ve chose for herself, but it’s how life is in general.

She glanced at her packages she had purchased today. A split skirt for riding, a work bonnet, and a white shirt to go with the skirt. She had ordered ladies’ boots, but they wouldn’t be in for another week or so. She was hoping that maybe her father or Zack could teach her how to ride astride a horse, instead of the blasted side-saddle. Out here, women didn’t ride side-saddle if they rode at all. But she was guessing women did ride out here, this was the west after all.

Moving her gaze from the items in her arms, she saw her father, Mr. Zack, and the Pony Express rider coming up the street. She smiled at the gentlemen when they stopped in front of her. Father, Mr. Zack, she nodded, but when she looked the other man’s way, she couldn’t remember his name to save her soul. I’m sorry, I can’t quite remember your name, sir.

Ryder chuckled, Ma’am, he tipped his hat, I’m Ryder.

She nodded, smiling, Ryder, appropriately named for your profession. She wasn’t flirting, per se, just friendly conversation. She glanced at Zack, the tall man was watching her, but for what reason, she couldn’t grasp. She just smiled at him and turned the conversation to her father, Well, father, it seems you fit right in, out here. You sit a horse quite well.

Albert raised a gray brow at his daughter, I ‘sit a horse’, Jo? You’re picking up on the western lingo, my daughter.

JoBeth grinned, any other woman would have blushed and hid her eyes modestly while in the presence of other men, but she met the playful accusation head on. Yes, father, I believe I have. Next, I will be forgetting my G’s at the end of ‘going’ and such words, and shortening other words that are to tiresomely long to bother pronouncing correctly.

Albert laughed at Jo, his literate daughter had a way with words, but not to the point what she said didn’t have humor. The day that happens, the sun will stop shining.

Zack and Ryder chuckled, listening to the playful banter between father and daughter. Ryder, unimpressed with the girl’s wit, turned to Albert, We best be on our way, Albert.

Albert nodded, smiling at his daughter then turned the gelding he was riding to follow Ryder. Zack lingered behind for a moment, Would you like a ride back to the ranch, Miss Hennings?

JoBeth gazed up at the man, smiling, No, thank you Mr. Zack. I prefer walking. She nodded her head and started down the wooden sidewalk.

Zack nodded and followed Albert and Ryder, he tried. And failed, but there was time. Zack rode off with the men, but an queasy feeling washed over him and he looked back at JoBeth. There were two men watching her from the Saloon, he could have sworn he saw the wheels working in their heads as they watched her then moved from the Saloon porch.

The men followed JoBeth, but tried not to act suspicious. But they failed, at least to his eyes. Zack stopped his horse beside Albert’s and Ryder’s, dismounted, then excused himself from the other men.

Zack, what is it? Ryder made to follow him, but stopped when Zack held up his hand and shook his head. When you hear gunfire, get ready, Ryder, was all he said before he started walking after then men that were following JoBeth. She had turned a corner, walking past the Livery. That’s when the men closed in.

Yer a pretty lil’ thing, ain’t ya, the older of the two drawled, his thick accent somewhat irritating even to his ears. Zack waited till they got a little closer, make sure they were going to do what he thought. And they did. A man raised his hand to JoBeth, his grimy hand touching her face. And that was enough for Zack to step in.

Fellas, it’d do you some real good if you don’ touch Miss JoBeth here, Zack interrupted them. JoBeth’s eyes were wide with fright, the packages trembled lightly, giving away any composure she may have thought she had.

The men turned to Zack, their faces contorted with confusion, then recognition. Well, if’n it isn’ Zack. You can join us, Zack, we share.

Zack clenched his jaw, his hand balled up into a fist that reared back then brought across his face in a vicious punch. The man’s head snapped back from the blow, and the other man charged after him. Zack’s reflexes were faster than the other man’s, so he had easily downed him in a single blow.

JoBeth trembled from the encounter, her shaking hand lifted to her lips, covering her mouth as the hysteria of what had been about to happen rose up in her throat. Before any cries could be emitted, Zack was there with his arms around her, holding her to his chest. His hand rested at the back of her head as she buried her face in his shirt. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly to ward off the images of the men crumbled on the ground.

Sh, Miss JoBeth, they won’ hurt you no more. I’ve got ya now, you don’ have to worry, he whispered soothingly, his hand brushing through her soft hair as he held her. He needed to get her back home to her family, so they could care for her. Let’s get you home, Miss JoBeth.

Jo only nodded, and followed him back to his horse. Thank you…for back there. Zack glanced down at her, she seemed to be at the verge of breaking. Your more than welcome, Miss JoBeth.

Jo, my family, they call me Jo. You can too. She smiled, the prettiest smile in the west, he thought to himself. He cleared his throat, Well, Jo, I don’ know if that’s okay with your Pa, but if it’s what you want, then I reckon I can risk it.

Jo laughed softly, her hazel eyes twinkling with new life. Zack smiled as he led her to his horse. Once there, he mounted up on the bay gelding and offered her his arm. She took it and gasped when he pulled her up on the horse behind him. She hooked an arm around his waist as he turned the horse in the ranch’s direction. Ryder stepped out of the shop, his gaze questioning.

Tell Boss I took his daughter home, an’ I’ll be there lookin’ out for the women, Zack explained before kicking his mount into a gallop. Ryder shrugged his shoulders and walked back into the shop. When Albert asked what was going on, Ryder explained. Albert just nodded.

Zack galloped down the road, passing Blue and Clyde, who were arguing amongst themselves. Zack shook his head, Blue was always so stubborn and strong-willed. And as usual, giving Clyde hell.

Chapter 5

When you live in a small town like mine, everyone knows everything and everyone else. So it isn’t uncommon for Zack to ride past Clyde and I and know us. We all lived in the same town and had neighboring ranches.

Blue snatched her saddle bags from Clyde, It’s a big reward, Clyde. We have to take this one.

"Blue, it’s Willy. Old Man Willy. He’s crazy, we should be leavin’ him alone to die. Surely he