Cowgirl on Her Back

An excerpt from Cowgirl on Her Back

"Whiley Tatum!" It was a man's voice. Whiley rose out of the bathtub, still half-covered in soap bubbles, and stepped out onto the plank floor of the ranch house.

When she got to the door, she was still dripping wet and naked, but held a small towel in front of her to protect what little modesty she had.

"Miss Tatum—" Stuart Lunger started, but it took him a couple of swallows to catch his tongue. "You got to get off his land once and for all. It's part of the Bar-G, and Mr. Caller wants it all."

"This was my father's land fair and square, Lunger. If Grant Caller is makin' a threat—"

"He don't threaten whores who go around town—"

"Whores?! You think I'm a whore, Lunger?" She dropped the towel and stood before him naked and glistening—and pointing a Colt .45 Peacemaker at his head. Lunger stared at her luscious naked body for a long moment, and then went for his own gun. Whiley shot him in the forehead, dropping him like a stone.

Back inside, Whiley added a little hot water to her bath. "What was that?" asked young Kip Caller, rising naked out of the bed where he had been sleeping.

"Nothin', sweet thing," Whiley said. "Just a polecat. But it's time you got home to your daddy."