CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
At the Ranch
Looking up, a tiny gasp from her lips, Julia stared into the dark eyes of the stranger. He was grinning, the g*n in his hand unwavering.
“My, oh my, señorita, how pretty you look.” He stepped fully into the tiny room.
Julia did not flinch. In a strange, inexplicable way, she had been expecting someone, if not this particular man, to come. Ever since she learned the truth about Nolan, what he was planning, she knew there would have to be some sort of reckoning. So, although this man’s sudden appearance frightened her, she was prepared. On her lap was the canvas bag containing the Colt. She bided her time, watching the little man edging up to the table.
“Where is Nolan?”
A small swallow before she answered. “I don’t know.”
He tilted his head to one si
