She couldn’t shake the sense of dread she experienced, thinking of him hunting that murdering outlaw. He was off to capture the outlaw who’d taken his brother’s life. The only sadness she experienced now was in Bodine’s leaving. She’d gotten the job for two nights running and he’d agree to pay her a small sum of money, as well.Ĭontent that she’d accomplished her goal, she headed toward Mademoiselle Carlotta Dubois’s dressmaking shop. “All that coming from such a wisp of a girl.” Dickson had stared at Emma for a long few seconds, his eyes blinking away his disbelief. Dickson the full range of her resilient voice. Then she sang a pleasant ditty she’d written by her own hand, showing Mr. She sang a cowboy’s lament first, putting all of her heart into the sad song and capturing the proprietor’s full attention. Dickson, she simply walked over to the bar and let her voice do the arguing. But Emma had learned a thing or two since setting out on this venture, so instead of quarreling with Mr. Her request to sing a compilation of songs tomorrow evening had been instantly refused by the proprietor. He’d shadowed her once already, before the incident with Red Hurley, and he’d do it again.įrom now on she was his job, he told himself.Įmma walked out of the Golden Dollar Saloon, unable to hide her glee. He’d know all of young Emma Marie Rourke’s daily routines. He’d listen for Emmy on the other side of the wall.
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