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days to clean inside and maybe a small loan from you to get it repainted and fixed up just a little bit, I just know it will sell quickly and for at least a few thousand dollars.”
    â€œProbably more,” Longarm heard himself say. “It’s a very desirable neighborhood and yours is the only house on the block that looks like hell.”
    â€œIt can look nice again. I just need a little time, loan, and help.”
    â€œDon’t you think that we’ve talked enough already?”
    Jessica laughed. “That was my line last night just before I hopped into your bed and we made love.”
    â€œYeah, it was. Now let’s go to the sheriff’s office and see if anyone is in and if they want to accompany us to your house.”
    â€œOkay.” She patted her hip. “I made sure that this new dress you bought for me has pockets and I’ve got my little pistol ready just in case we have to fight it out with bullets.”
    â€œDid that dress shop owner see your pistol?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWell,” Longarm added, “what did she say?”
    â€œShe said that as pretty as I was going to look in this new dress I needed one and that I should not hesitate to use it if you or any other man tried to take advantage of me.”
    Longarm let out a guffaw. “Well, I’ll have to remember that, Miss Ray.”
    She squeezed his arm. “You can take advantage of me any old time you feel like it, Custis.”
    â€œHow about tonight?”
    â€œAssuming we won’t get shot to death, I’d be disappointed if you waited any longer.”
    â€œJessica,” Longarm muttered. “If you keep talking like that I might lose my head and follow you all the way to Yuma.”
    â€œActually, I’m already counting on it.”
    â€œI have a job here in Denver.”
    â€œTake some time off,” she told him. “Stick with me all the way and help my father; you’ll be rewarded like a king.”
    â€œWith gold.”
    â€œAnd more,” she whispered, giving him a seductive wink while dropping her hand to slip it down the inside of his leg.
    Longarm grinned broadly and felt his manhood stiffen as they walked close together down the street.

Chapter 4
    It was easy enough to find the sheriff’s office, but when they arrived, there was an old man sitting at a desk smoking a briar pipe and reading the newspaper. He glanced over his paper at Longarm and Jessica, then turned his attention back to the newspaper, saying, “If you’re lookin’ for Sheriff Morrell, you’ll find him over at the hospital. I don’t expect him to show up for a few days and I’m just watching over things here.”
    Longarm approached the old man and said, “Are you a deputy?”
    â€œNo, I’m Art Morrell’s father, Zeke Morrell. My son tried to break up a saloon fight last night and someone hit him over the back of his head with a chair. Once he was down, a pair of brothers kicked the hell out of him. He’s laid up at the hospital.”
    â€œI’m sorry to hear that.”
    Zeke laid the paper down. There were dark circles around his eyes and he looked exhausted. “Who are you folks and how can I help you?”
    â€œI’m a deputy United States marshal named Custis Long. I usually go to the main office, but we’re out in this part of town and I wanted to stop by and inform the sheriff here that we have a problem with some men who have illegally taken over this lady’s home.”
    â€œI can’t help you with that, Marshal, and I doubt that my son could help you, either. It sounds to me like you need an attorney, not a sheriff.”
    â€œThat might be true, but we’re going over to the house in question to try to get some answers. I was just stopping by out of professional courtesy.”
    â€œI’m sure my son would have appreciated that,” Zeke said, coming to his feet and extending his