An Authorized Excerpt
Clint rode up beside
the driver and pointed his gun. "Halt those horses, now!"
he yelled as the driver glanced at him, and then whipped the
team again. "Stop!" He aimed and fired at the driver's
hat, watching it fly off his head. When that didn’t work,
he cussed and spurred his mount to the front of the stage a
ways ahead on the road, right before the bend in the road.
The driver had no choice but to haul up on the reins and
stop the stagecoach. He rode up and looked up into the
barrel of a six gun. “Put that damn thing away before you
hurt someone!”
“That
someone will be you if you don’t let us pass!”
“I’ve
come to collect my bride that’s supposed to be on this
stage. I didn’t want to go all the way into town for her.”
“Your
bride?”
“My
intended. Her name’s Callie McCade.” He watched as her
deadly expression turned to one of surprise. “That’s me.
And you must be Clint West!”
“You’re
Callie?”
“Yes.”
Clint
watched her climb down from atop the stage and stare up at
him. “Boy, when you go after your woman, you don’t mess
around!”
He
groaned. Leave it up to old Ned to raise a hellion. He
looked at the coach driver. “Sorry about the trouble. There
comes your shotgun man up the road. Doesn’t look any worse
for wear after falling off the stage.” He reached down and
helped Callie mount behind him and kicked his horse in the
sides. He didn’t like people and he wasn’t about to be
caught by the law getting a woman he didn’t want but had to
get. Damn Ned for sending her, but he knew the man must
have a good reason.
