Larriane Wills a.k.a. Larion Wills

Author of romance, sci-fi, and fantasy.

A Gallows Waited

                                                                                                                                                             

Hate rides a man hard, leaving no room for anything else.

Bare Hours after she is married, Elizabeth Tower is widowed, obligated by her dying husband's last words to care for the man who killed him. The wounded killer swore he was not the man Tower thought. Elizabeth knew who he really was though no one believed her until she struggled free of oppression, made herself heard, and fought to draw Tim Bowman from the hate that posses him.

Excerpt:

Tower took one look at Bowman, stopped dead in his tracks, and screamed, "You!" in a voice choked with horror. He clawed for the gun he carried on his hip, and as soon as he had the gun clumsily in his hands, he began to shoot.

His target looked puzzled, then shocked, and then Bowman shot back. Not in the crazy, wild, panicked way Tower emptied his gun but with cool calculation. Only one shot was returned while that nag of a horse stood solid with bullets whipping up dirt between her feet, and she only flinched once when one of them burned her rump.

Bowman's one shot ended the shooting match, knocking Tower to the ground at Gus's feet, though Tower's gun discharged once more as he fell. With the biting smell of burnt black powder in the air, the echoes died away before Gus found his voice again.

"My Gawd," was all he could say, and since it didn't seem to be enough, he said it again. "My Gawd."

"Why did he do that?" Bowman asked, sounding for all the world like he was asking no more than the time of day.

"I was going to ask you that. Don't you know?"

"I never saw him before."

"Boy, you better come down off that horse. We'll have--"

"No," Bowman said, still soft and low, but with finality. "You saw what happened. You make sure the marshal knows it straight."

"He'll want to talk to you," Gus said, stepping over Tower.

"I don't want any trouble, so don't come after me."

He obviously had said all he intended to say and backed his horse off. That was when Gus realized Bowman still had his gun in his right hand, and to back up his words, it was pointed at Gus. That was also when Gus saw the blood on Bowman's leg, just above the top of his boot. One of Tower's bullets hadn't been wild enough; it had struck flesh and possibly bone.

Before Gus could argue with him, two things happened. First, he realized Tower wasn't dead, and second, Sweet, whom he'd forgotten, opened up on Bowman. Then Sweet dove for cover and the safety afforded him by a solid barn wall between him and the return fire. A swift kick sent the bay horse into a run, with Bowmen seeking the quickest route out of there.

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