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338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 11, 2017
“You and your fancy-ass Oriental moves.”This is page 14!!!
King kept a protective eye on Jericho as they moved on down the trail. He’d been watching over him his entire life. Most didn’t know it, and you couldn’t tell by looking, but Jericho was a mulatto. His mother was Mattie, the mammy who’d raised King from a baby. No one ever said who sired him, but King was highly suspicious that he and the young man shared a father. Only Mattie knew for sure, and he didn’t know if she’d ever confided the truth to her son or anyone else, for that matter.
Kingston considered the thought for a moment, then dismissed it. “Mattie wouldn’t leave, we’ve always treated her like family. She runs the whole household, nobody tells Mattie no about anything.”
"Damn Injun’s signaling for help.” “He’s gonna need it.” King yanked his rifle from the scabbard, standing to his feet in the stirrups to see over the next rise, scouting the area. There were too damn many places a man could hide in this hill country. “We’re taking him in, I refuse to lose another calf or pig to this conniving thief.”
"I don’t like this. We’d made peace with these bastards, agreed to live and let live. Why would they start stealing from us now?"
During this horrific time, the Comanches had pushed the white settlements back almost a hundred miles. The tribes around the ranch weren’t part of the raiding parties, but Indians were Indians.
Reno and Boone exchanged looks, both knew what happened to white women in the hands of the Comanche.
“They’ve got Stinky Rodriguez cooking for y’all."
Such relationships had existed between some masters and slaves, but not between a gentleman and a lady. And he could not deny that Fancy Grace was a lady in every way that counted.