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About Casey’s Gunslinger
When Casey St. Clair returns to Tyler to locate her birth father, she seeks the help of the town’s attorney, the wickedly handsome, Charles Harrison. Abandoned as a baby by the town’s most influential man, Earl Loflin, Casey’s plan includes going to any length to shame the man who sired her. Charles sees her plan as a foolhardy attempt at revenge. He’ll do his best to protect her without resorting to the methods of his past. But when his past comes calling and Casey walks blindly into a trap, he’s the only man who can save her and any future they have together.
Charles Harrison, attorney-at-law and confirmed bachelor, enjoyed a good cigar more than anything. The only thing more pleasurable than a quality cigar was a member of the female persuasion. He could spend a considerable amount of time enjoying a pretty woman. Watching a lovely lady stroll away was a favorite pastime. The way her hips swayed causing her skirt to swing side to side in a lazy, come here cowboy, kind of way always entertained him. Yes, a pretty woman was special. He didn’t like to brag, but he had to admit to being intimately acquainted with the majority of the ladies in Tyler. Releasing a tight circle of fragrant cigar smoke, he leaned against the wall in front of Jones’ Mercantile, smiling to himself. Yes, he’d certainly enjoyed his fair share. Glancing down at his pocket watch, Charles sighed. The stage was right on time. Settling the chair on four legs, he stood, stretching. Several passengers were already gathering their belongings. He was to meet a client, a special client, to be sure. A client of questionable credibility though.
Her name was Cassandra St. Clair. The name exuded sensuality, he decided. No country bumpkin with a name like Cassandra. No, this was a refined lady of class. He’d checked out her background. She’d been an orphan raised at the Tyler Mission near Fort Tyler. Father Samuel at the mission hadn’t been forthcoming with any more information concerning the girl, only that she’d gone to school at St. Mary’s School for Girls in New Orleans, graduating several years ago before staying to teach. He did learn she had a benevolent benefactor who provided her with a monthly check.
She’d contacted Charles asking him to locate her birth father, Earl Loflin. The task hadn’t been hard at all. Charles considered Earl his mentor, and surrogate family. He’d saved Charles from jail and the gallows years ago. Insisting he go away to West Point with his son, Seth, Charles had gotten an education before becoming an attorney.
Instead of handing it over to a private investigator, his decision to take on her request personally centered on the reason Miss St. Clair wanted to find her father. He couldn’t say with all honesty he trusted the woman or her motives. Earl Loflin owned more than half of Smith County. She needed to prove to him without a doubt she was who she claimed to be. His interest pricked when he discovered she received regular visits from Maggie McCready and Jake Long, long time employees of Earl’s. Why hadn’t Father Samuel told him about their relationship with the girl? He searched the passengers again for the woman.
A female voice caught his attention. A delicate young thing in a blue traveling suit stepped off the noon stage from Shreveport. Charles’ heart jumped.
Her blond hair showed white in the sunlight. Her trim figure bordered on petite. Yes, a delicate little lady to be sure.
The Wells Fargo baggage handler tossed her bag in the dirt.
Only a moment passed before her mouth thinned in a tight line and she folded her arms across her chest. He thought he could hear her tapping her toe from his post across the street. The disbelief showed ripe on her face. Charles grinned around the cigar clamped between his teeth.
The prank was one the baggage handler used often, usually on the least suspecting passenger. The simple fellow found it amusing, he supposed. Laughing to himself, Charles tucked his thumbs in the watch pockets of his brocade vest. Smoke curled lazily upward in a spiral as misleading as his smile. If he wasn’t completely mistaken, this young thing was his client. The day was about to get interesting. She sashayed with a purpose up the steps of the Wells Fargo office. Any fool could see that. Rapping smartly on the ticket window, she turned slightly, pointing to her bags lying in the dust before glaring at the man atop the stage, and with another jab of her finger, proclaiming him the villain.
Watching the scene transpiring across the street, Charles had to agree with the idea he was lucky to be present. No one he was acquainted with could hold a candle to the fine boned, yet curvy blonde with a rosebud mouth, tiny waist and breasts which could fill a man’s hands nicely. Oh, yes, things were definitely looking up. He tugged at the bottom of his brocade vest before straightened his coat. With a quick smooth of his hair, he took a step off the board sidewalk before squinting left and then right, an old habit. One he wouldn’t lose anytime soon. Resting his hand comfortably on the revolver strapped to his right leg, he checked it, making sure the strap was off as he walked out into the street.
“I said the baggage handler threw my bags on the ground.” With a huff of frustration, she repeated her question. “Did you hear me, sir?” Her voice rang with irritation. Continuing to point toward the Wells Fargo employee, she did her best to get the ticket clerk to understand, she’d been rudely treated and demanded an apology. Her chin jutted. Emphasizing her displeasure, she glared at the bumpkin with her hands fisted on her hips.
Charles had to admit, she cast quite a sight standing there in the noonday sun.
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