the Outlaws Of Mesquite (Ss) (1990) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Louis L'amour
dress very carefully draped over the side of the horse. I had an aunt, a very beautiful young woman, who rode that way, and she was something to watch.
In public a woman was very careful not to show any more than her ankles. And about the only time you got to see them was when she was getting out of a stage or down off a railroad train.
Chapter I
Flowers for Jenny .
"Jenny Simms, who was pocket-sized and lovely, lifted her determined chin. "If you loved me, you would! You know you would! It's just that you don't love me enough! Why, just look at what the knights used to do for their ladies! And you won't even get me some flowers!"
"Flowers?" The Cactus Kid stared at her gloomily. "Now it's flowers! Girls sure do beat me! Where in this country would a man find flowers?"
His wave at the surrounding country where their picnic lunch was spread was expressive and definite. "Look at it! Ain't been a drop of rainfall in four months, and you know it! Scarcely a blade of grass that's even part green! Worst drought in years, and you want flowers!"
"If you loved me you'd get them!" Her voice was positive and brooked no argument. "If a man really loves a girl he can do anything!"
Her blue eyes flashed at him, and their beauty shook him anew. "Nesselrode, if you love me ... to was "Sssh!" he pleaded, glancing panic-stricken around. "If anybody heard that name they'd hooraw me out of the country. Call me Clay, or Kid, or anything but Nesselrode!"
"It's your name, isn't it? Nesselrode Clay.
I see nothing wrong with it, nothing at all!
Furthermore"-she was not to be diverted-"if you love me you'll get me some flowers! I told the girls you were giving me flowers and they laughed at me!
They did. They said there were no flowers closer than California, this time of year."
The Cactus Kid rolled a smoke and stared at it with dark disgust. Women! He snorted.
What they could think of! Jenny could think of things nobody else would dream of. That came of reading so many books, all romances and the like. Made her look for a man on a white charger who would do great feats to win her love.
Not that he wouldn't. Why right now, instead of being on a picnic with Jenny, he ought to be out with the posse chasing the Herring boys. There were three of them, and all were gun-slick and tough. They had stopped the U. P. train on a grade about fifteen miles from here, killed the express messenger and the fireman.
They had looted the safe of forty thousand dollars in gold and bills. There was a reward on them, a thousand apiece for Benny and Joe, and four thousand for Red.
With the money he could buy some cows and stock that little ranch he was planning on. He could set up a home for a girl like Jenny to be proud of, and with his know-how about cows they could soon be well off. But no, instead of hunting for the Herrings, she wanted him to go hunt flowers!
"It's little enough to do for me," she persisted. "All you think of is running around shooting people in the stomach! You ought to be ashamed, Nesselrode!"
He winced and started to speak, but his voice was lost in the storm of words.
"If you don't bring me some flowers for my birthday, Nesselrode, I'll never speak to you again! Never!"
"Aw, honey!" he protested. "Don't be like that!
The sheriff asked me particular to go along and hunt for the Herrings. The boys' ll think I'm scared!"
"Nesselrode Clay! You listen to me! If you don't get me those flowers, I never want to see you again! And don't you be shooting anybody, either! Every time you go to do something for me you get into trouble, shooting somebody in the stomach!"
Jenny Simms was five feet one inch of dark-haired loveliness and fire. Almost, sometimes, the Cactus Kid wished there were less of the fire.
At other times, he welcomed it.
The fact that she was the prettiest girl in four counties, that her five feet one inch was firm, shapely, and trim as a two-year-old filly, all conspired to make the Kid cringe at the thought of
In public a woman was very careful not to show any more than her ankles. And about the only time you got to see them was when she was getting out of a stage or down off a railroad train.
Chapter I
Flowers for Jenny .
"Jenny Simms, who was pocket-sized and lovely, lifted her determined chin. "If you loved me, you would! You know you would! It's just that you don't love me enough! Why, just look at what the knights used to do for their ladies! And you won't even get me some flowers!"
"Flowers?" The Cactus Kid stared at her gloomily. "Now it's flowers! Girls sure do beat me! Where in this country would a man find flowers?"
His wave at the surrounding country where their picnic lunch was spread was expressive and definite. "Look at it! Ain't been a drop of rainfall in four months, and you know it! Scarcely a blade of grass that's even part green! Worst drought in years, and you want flowers!"
"If you loved me you'd get them!" Her voice was positive and brooked no argument. "If a man really loves a girl he can do anything!"
Her blue eyes flashed at him, and their beauty shook him anew. "Nesselrode, if you love me ... to was "Sssh!" he pleaded, glancing panic-stricken around. "If anybody heard that name they'd hooraw me out of the country. Call me Clay, or Kid, or anything but Nesselrode!"
"It's your name, isn't it? Nesselrode Clay.
I see nothing wrong with it, nothing at all!
Furthermore"-she was not to be diverted-"if you love me you'll get me some flowers! I told the girls you were giving me flowers and they laughed at me!
They did. They said there were no flowers closer than California, this time of year."
The Cactus Kid rolled a smoke and stared at it with dark disgust. Women! He snorted.
What they could think of! Jenny could think of things nobody else would dream of. That came of reading so many books, all romances and the like. Made her look for a man on a white charger who would do great feats to win her love.
Not that he wouldn't. Why right now, instead of being on a picnic with Jenny, he ought to be out with the posse chasing the Herring boys. There were three of them, and all were gun-slick and tough. They had stopped the U. P. train on a grade about fifteen miles from here, killed the express messenger and the fireman.
They had looted the safe of forty thousand dollars in gold and bills. There was a reward on them, a thousand apiece for Benny and Joe, and four thousand for Red.
With the money he could buy some cows and stock that little ranch he was planning on. He could set up a home for a girl like Jenny to be proud of, and with his know-how about cows they could soon be well off. But no, instead of hunting for the Herrings, she wanted him to go hunt flowers!
"It's little enough to do for me," she persisted. "All you think of is running around shooting people in the stomach! You ought to be ashamed, Nesselrode!"
He winced and started to speak, but his voice was lost in the storm of words.
"If you don't bring me some flowers for my birthday, Nesselrode, I'll never speak to you again! Never!"
"Aw, honey!" he protested. "Don't be like that!
The sheriff asked me particular to go along and hunt for the Herrings. The boys' ll think I'm scared!"
"Nesselrode Clay! You listen to me! If you don't get me those flowers, I never want to see you again! And don't you be shooting anybody, either! Every time you go to do something for me you get into trouble, shooting somebody in the stomach!"
Jenny Simms was five feet one inch of dark-haired loveliness and fire. Almost, sometimes, the Cactus Kid wished there were less of the fire.
At other times, he welcomed it.
The fact that she was the prettiest girl in four counties, that her five feet one inch was firm, shapely, and trim as a two-year-old filly, all conspired to make the Kid cringe at the thought of
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