The Outlaw's Return

“It doesn’t matter what you promise.” She clipped the words. “I don’t trust you, J.T.”

“I understand.” And he did, perfectly. “I wouldn’t trust me either just yet. But someday you will. It’s up to me to change your mind.”

She looked peeved.

“We’ll start with Gus.” He let his eyes twinkle as if they were in Abilene again. Though he had been ready to leave earlier, he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing Mary again. “Does he like to fish? I could take him—”

She frowned. “We need some rules.”

“Sure.” He usually looked at rules as things to break. For Mary, he’d obey them. “What do you have in mind?”

She stood as straight as a measuring stick. “No cussing.”

“Agreed.” He wouldn’t be accountable if he stubbed his toe, but he’d try. He didn’t cuss much anyway.

“And spitting.” She wrinkled her nose. “I abhor spitting.”

He put his hand over his heart. “My dear Miss Larue, have you ever seen me spit in front of a lady?”

She blushed. “No, but I want to be clear.”

Feeling bold again, he clasped her arms to hold her in place. The gesture had come from the past and she stiffened, but he didn’t regret it. He wanted her to feel his sincerity. “You can trust me, Mary.”

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