Last Stop For Sin: Gold Dust Brides, #3
By Devon McKay
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Gold Dust Brides Series, Book Three
Headstrong and passionate, Prudence Webster gave little regard to her future. She lived only for the moment. The price cost her dearly.Losing her sister in a brutal Native American attack, Prudence finds herself the ward of two orphans. Forced to provide shelter and food for the children, she takes the first job she can…entertaining at a saloon.
After his partner is murdered in cold blood over a hand of cards, Harrison Sweet faces two choices. Now the self-appointed sheriff, he can make it his lifetime goal to clean up Hangtown or he can use his power to avenge his friend.
And then a fiery red head comes along disrupting all his plans.
Devon McKay
About Devon McKay Bestselling Author Devon McKay writes historical, contemporary, and paranormal romance with a western flair. If she's not writing, she's busy with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project, or walking one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.
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Last Stop For Sin - Devon McKay
Chapter One
Gold Dust Saloon, Hangtown , 1851
Prudence Webster anxiously tapped the backs of the cards that held the power to seal her fate. Five of them. All face down on the table.
Raising her head, she narrowed her gaze and focused on the dirty miner seated directly across from her. Her stare drifted to the worn corner of the Ace peeking out from the loose-fitting sleeve of his sackcloth coat.
She quickly glanced around her surroundings, doubting anyone else had noticed. Probably wouldn’t matter anyway. Misery loved company. The saloon was filled with cheats and those looking to line their pockets. And though she chose a different approach, Prudence was just as guilty as the miner, counting the cards as her father had taught her.
Debating her choices, she returned her gaze to his face, locking onto a shifty stare. Desperation fanned off the man like smoke fumed from a campfire. However, she was hardly in a position to judge. A thin layer of sweat dampened her brow and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
Not unlike her opponent, she had entered the game of bluff out of sheer necessity.
To survive.
A lump formed in her throat making it impossible to swallow. She had two choices. Call or continue the game. Only one made sense. She’d have to play this out.
What’s it going to be, boy?
the man questioned. Before giving her a chance to reply, he spat a stream of tobacco juice onto the worn planks lining the saloon’s floor. A loud splat resounded, as the wood was painted a slick brown.
Prudence jumped, partly at the miner’s crude behavior, but mostly from the reference, still amazed she was able to keep up her charade of looking like a man. Tugging on the brim of her weathered hat, she fought the urge to check for locks of hair that may have escaped.
The tip of her finger danced across the top of the cards again. Her father’s voice filtered in, warning her to stop. Not only was she mirroring the obnoxious twang of the fiddles, the nervous reaction highlighted the shake of her hand.
A memory emerged, instructing her on the rules of draw, in a saloon not so different than this. And though faded with time, the image and its meaning, were clear as day. If she were to pull this off, remaining calm would be the key.
Grasping the shot of whiskey, she’d been nursing, Prudence leaned back in her chair and swirled the contents, hoping to achieve a façade of confidence. You ever play cards with a miner named Elijah Webster?
The man impatiently shifted in his seat, obviously agitated at her line of questioning. I’m not here for conversation.
He pointed to the pile of golden nuggets in the center of the table, then his hand disappeared under the table, leaving little doubt of his intentions.
Spikes of awareness pricked her skin. Though she’d noted an empty holster when she’d agreed to the game, this didn’t mean her opponent was unarmed. She’d be a fool not to proceed with caution.
Pony up or fold.
Prudence tossed back the whiskey, forcing herself to swallow the rotgut in one gulp. The alcohol burned a trail down her windpipe into her lungs, and pooled into the cavity of her empty stomach, reminding her she hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday—a sparse handful of scraps stolen from the saddlebag of a horse stalled in the stable.
She reached into the pocket of her canvas pants and fingered the last of the coins. Though not much, they guaranteed a meal and a warm night’s stay. If it was just her this wouldn’t be such a gamble, but as of a few months ago, she’d been blessed with two additional mouths to feed. Orphans, like herself. A boy and a girl who now depended on her every move.
Immediately she was bombarded with flashes of the massacre which had killed the entire wagon party, including their parents and her dear, sweet sister, Grace. The cruel twist of fate had completely upturned her world. With little time to grieve, she placed the needs of the children first, putting the search for her father and eldest sister on hold.
Squaring her shoulders, Prudence scooped up the cards, concentrating on the task ahead—providing food and shelter for the children. She focused on a pair of deuces, Jack high. Not a great hand. Not the worst one either.
Hunger fueled despair and she spared a glance at the pot. The winnings promised several meals for the children. Perhaps even a room with the comfort of a horse-hair mattress to lay their heads instead of the dirty, straw-laden floor of the stable.
Clenching the cards in one hand, she pulled free one of the coins from her pocket and flung it on the table. With a quick flick of her wrist, she discarded a four of hearts and a six of spades, then requested two more.
The man followed her lead, adding two of his own to the sludge pile before sliding the new cards toward her with a wide grin. He pulled one for himself and shook his sleeve. The Ace slipped into his palm with such a quickness had Prudence not been watching his every move, she would’ve missed it.
Regardless of his cheating, she was determined to win. One way or another. She studied him for a moment, then grazed over the small mound of nuggets and bag of gold dust shavings, to the swinging doors leading outside, and back to the cards.
Certain he had a straight or three of a kind, she debated her choices. They both topped a pair of ducks unless she was lucky enough to get another deuce. Even then, her hand would not beat his. Which meant she only had one option left—lowering all standards and stealing the pot, then bolting outside.
She simply needed a distraction.
Prudence returned her gaze to the swinging doors as an older, stern-faced, man entered, followed by two others. Dressed more like a wealthy banker, than a cowboy or miner, he couldn’t seem more out of place.
A heightened sense of awareness pricked under her skin. Impossible to ignore, she questioned such a reaction to a man’s attire, then quickly realized this feeling had nothing to do with his choice of wardrobe. No, there was something about his stoic presence that demanded attention, bringing forth her uneasy reaction.
He was not one to turn your back on.
As he walked to the middle of the room, the campy tune of the fiddles came to an abrupt stop, as did the off-key singing of a soiled dove, shifting the boisterous mood of the drinking establishment. The heel of his boots clicked loudly against the hard wood, a hollow sound, despite the filled room.
Positioning himself so all could see, he swished a bank note in the air, as the men who’d accompanied him flanked his side. I’m offering a reward to those with information of the whereabouts of my son and a woman,
he paused, as a sneer pulled down the corner of his mouth, "...a woman proclaiming to be a mail-order bride."
An uproar of shouts erupted. A few of which were lewd comments, but most inquiries questioned the amount of the reward.
I see I have your attention,
the man interrupted, silencing the room again with a wave of his hand. My son favors me. Only younger. With a scar. Here.
He drew a line under his eye with a stern fingertip.
Prudence spared a glance at her opponent. The dirty miner had long forgotten about their card game, his stare glued to the banknote in the other man’s hand. Now was the time to make her move.
She scooted to the edge of the chair, then leaned forward, balancing her weight on bent knees and straining the muscles in tautly stretched thighs. Slowly, she reached across the table, keeping a steady gaze on the miner as the tips of her fingers brushed the canvas skin of the bag holding the gold dust.
And the girl...well, she’s unforgettable. Some might call her striking. A dark-haired beauty with eyes that match her name—Violet Webster.
Prudence froze. Violet? Stunned, she glanced over her shoulder at the older man who had just described her sister perfectly. The air froze in her lungs. Silently, she repeated his words as rampant thoughts battered her brain all at once until one stuck, concreting her worst fear.
Up until this point, the slim chance of finding her oldest sister and father was the hope that had kept her going. Saving the girl from marrying a stranger twice her age had been the reason she was here in the first place, losing Grace in the process. Yet, here he stood—her sister’s intended.
What if Violet hadn’t survived the journey either?
A firm grip closed over her hand and she spun back to face the miner. He squeezed so harshly a whimper escaped her. Are you trying to steal from me, boy? Know what happens to thieves ‘round here? They swing from the big Oak in the center of town.
A fleeing image of a hang man’s tree, hosting a stiffened body, came to life and she quickly blinked it away.
Let go,
Prudence demanded, attempting to free herself from his grasp. His hold tightened as a strange gleam lit his eyes. I’ll teach you not to steal from me or anyone ever again,
he leered, unsheathing a menacing looking dagger from his belt. A sliver of light reflected off the steel blade, showcasing a nasty, razor-sharp edge.
Instinctively, she reached for the gun holstered at her hip, knocking off the oversized hat she was wearing in the process. Waves of auburn hair cascaded down, settling at her waist and the man’s expression changed from anger to shock in a matter of seconds. The hair stood rigid on the back of her neck, as a lusty stare focused on her face, then raked down the length of the man’s garb she wore.
Prudence held his gaze, but by the quietness of the saloon, she sensed he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. Aiming the weapon at the miner, she cocked back the hammer and he responded with a swift drop of the knife, releasing his hold on her wrist. Keeping a steady eye on him, she scooped up the winnings, then took a step back.
She glanced at the exit, then grazed the crowd with a leery stare. The man searching for his son and missing mail-order bride had been forgotten. All eyes were on her—a sea of weathered faces, some questioning the woman dressed as a man, and some openly showcasing darker intentions. If she made it out of the saloon unscathed it’d be a miracle.
A fight broke out before she reached the door.
Chapter Two
Sheriff Harrison Sweet stood outside The Gold Dust Saloon debating whether or not to go into the bawdy saloon. Just beyond those swinging doors, dueling fiddles enticed, inviting him in with promises of a good time. But that was where the warm reception ended.
Once he set foot inside, the singing and laughter would stop.