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negligently. He had the power—without even using his infamous name—and wanted to make it clear that they didn’t scare him. They didn’t scare me either, not in the least, but I didn’t want them to scare Mary any more. If lying for her would do it, it made Sully no less a gentleman.
    “There is none,” Sully told the bastard. “You can check the church register in Billings. First Presbyterian at the corner of Main and Fourth.” Most likely added to irritate the man further, Sully said, “My cock needs relief. You’re keeping me from fucking my bride.”
    Sully dipped his hand about her waist, placing it lower than proper so his little finger brushed over the delectable curve of her ass. It did not go unnoticed.
    The stationmaster blew his whistle and the train began to hiss and chug, the noise of the train cars tugging and pulling each other into motion was too loud to talk over. While neither Benson nor Millard had muscle—or guns—they had money and could hire both. Sully’s life was on the line now. He knew it. I could see it in their harsh glares. They didn’t need to say a thing, to insinuate anything. Before the train was completely away, they’d turned and left. While I wished it was the last I’d see of them, I knew that wasn’t to be the case.
    Sully moved Mary away so we could both look at her. “Are you all right?”
    She tilted her head back and glanced between the two of us, nodded. She took a deep breath, then another. “I appreciate your assistance, but I fear I’ve probably put you in some danger.”
    I laughed. “They can try, sweetheart. They can try. I don’t think we should stay in town though.”
    “Mmm, yes,” Mary commented. “I’m sure we’ll be banned from all hotels, restaurants, even boardinghouses within the hour. My father’s reach is vast.”
    She didn’t seem fearful anymore, or angry. Dejected, perhaps.
    I glanced at Sully. “We’ll go to Bridgewater where it’s safe. I assume you have no reason to stay in Butte any longer.”
    She looked up at Sully and frowned. “You’ve… you’ve done your job. I’ve gotten both men to leave me alone, and now that they believe we’re… intimate, Mr. Benson won’t want me anymore.”
    Sully laughed then. “I still want you, virgin or not. It’s not your pussy Benson’s after, but your inheritance. For me, it’s definitely the other way around.”
    Her mouth fell open at his crude words. She was definitely a virgin. I’d bet fifty dollars on it.
    “There’s no chance we’re leaving you here in Butte to fend for yourself,” Sully added. “You’ll be married to Benson at first light if he gets his hands on you, and that’s only going to happen if we’re dead. I said I’d help you, that I’d be your husband and I’m following through with it.”
    “That’s right, sweetheart,” I added, running a gentle hand up and down her arm, shifting so she stood between us, right where she belonged. “You’re stuck with us.”
    “At Bridgewater, we’ll be prepared if your father or Benson sends men,” Sully added.
    “Oh God, he’ll kill you to get to me.” Color leached from her face.
    I took hold of her shoulders and stooped so we were eye to eye. “He’ll try, but he won’t succeed. Do you doubt that Sully and I can take care of ourselves, that we can take care of you?”
    She looked over her shoulder at Sully, then back at me. “No.”
    I smiled then. “Good girl.”
    “The sun’s setting and we have no supplies,” Sully commented.
    “Which I doubt we’ll be able to collect. Horses, either,” I added. If Benson and Millard had their way, we’d be banned from every business, livery or even a Chinese laundry by morning. They had their own kind of power.
    “We need a place to stay tonight. Someplace safe. Someplace they’ll never look,” I added, looking to Sully for ideas.
    Mary turned on her heel and started walking. The platform was practically empty now that the train was gone and we