Chapter 48
The one man George hadn’t shot stared down at the men he had, shock written on his face. This had to be Weatherford. As Charlie had said, he was dressed just like the alderman back home. Then he stared at George, his teeth gritted.
“You…women don’t do that!”
George fluttered his lashes and said in a voice dripping with saccharine, “This woman does when her man is threatened.”
“Georgie!”
Bart and Frank were beside him, so it wasn’t them calling his name. He glanced around to see Steve, thank God. His face was a little battered, his shirt was torn, and he was leading three horses: Bart’s Aramis, Frank’s Athos, and Fox’s Davy Crockett. And…
What the?
The kid George had left behind rode up on the big gray stallion, holding the banjo he’d carried on his back almost as if it we
