Thankful Crenshaw dismisses Buck’s warning and runs away to meet her childhood sweetheart . . .
William Weldon stumbled out into the Arizona sun. His friend said something, a joke maybe, but William didn’t get it. William laughed anyway and tripped on his boot lace. “Blast it.” The wool trousers he wore stuck to the backs of his knees and the front of his thighs as he bent to tie his shoe. The Buckskin Saloon was cool and comfortable, but William’s pockets were almost empty.
“Get a look at that, Bill. Now she’s some pumpkins,” William’s friend said.
William glanced up with a grin not expecting much. Haviland’s taste was not his own.
“William Weldon, is that you?” a girl cried out.
The glare from the sun behind the girl made her look almost a shadow, but her voice pleased him as ever. William stood up using a horse trough…
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