Page 77 of Ask No Tomorrows


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Riley put the pot back on the stove off the hot burner.

Harry grabbed her by the back of the hair and slung her across the kitchen. He leveled his gun on her now and with eyes of steel narrowed his gaze. “You’re dead, bitch.”

“Let her go,” came a heavy voice from behind them, it was Miss Tilda.

“Miss Tilda?” Riley gasped. “What are you doing up this early?” Riley screeched.

“Trying to find out what the ruckus is about. What are you men up to?” She stared Harry and Jarvis down.

“Now, who we got here? This don’t look like no lady, dressed like that,” Jarvis said, his eyes going over Miss Tilda’s see-through gown with interest and a snarl on his lips.

“I’m Miss Tilda, from Dallas…” she explained.

“The one that ran the Silver Slipper House?” Harry asked, his brows raising a bit.

“That’s right. Who are you?”

Harry laughed. “She’s a whore, Jarvis. I been there a time a two. I thought I recognized her. But what are you doin’ way out here, is the question.”

Miss Tilda smiled coyly, rubbing herself against Jarvis for a moment. “We’re runnin’ a new kind of breedin’ house out here now. Haven’t you heard?”

“You’re jawin’ me?” Jarvis smiled.

“Ask Riley…” she offered as she looped her arm with Jarvis.

“Whores…in the country? Whoever heard of that?” Harry asked.

Miss Tilda had no trouble carrying the conversation, and Riley was thankful. “Oh dear, you hurt yourself. Come here, let me doctor you a little.”

“Riley there tried to burn me alive.” Jarvis frowned at Riley.

Miss Tilda smiled at him. “Well now, it’s a little early, but if you want to come up and let me take care of that for you, I’d be more than happy to, honey.”

“He ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Harry frowned at the two of them. “Get your hands off him, Tilda. Enough of this, come on, Riley, we’re leavin’. Looks like Miss Tilda will have the run of the place for a while at least,” Harry grunted, grabbing Riley by the hair and pushing her toward the front door. “Jarvis, get the horses.”

Jarvis frowned, tipped his hat to Miss Tilda and ran outside to hitch them.

Harry looked hard at Miss Tilda. “You open your mouth about us, it’ll be the last time,” Harry warned her.

“I’m no fool!” Miss Tilda declared. “But you’re takin’ the wrong woman, I’d be a lot more company.”

“We ain’t got time for that,” Harry snarled.

Jarvis had wrapped a rag around his hand with butter on it, and even though he was in considerable pain. But he threw the rag down as he ran to get the horses.

“Come on, Harry,” he called after he’d mounted and had gotten Harry’s horse and pulled it close to the door.

Harry glanced outside. “You got a horse?”

“In the barn.”

“Jarvis, get her horse out of the barn,” Harry called to him.

Harry watched Miss Tilda follow them with her eyes. “We’re leavin’ here now, don’t be foolish and try to follow, I’ll kill her. Understand?”

Miss Tilda nodded. “I understand.”

“Remember what I said, I’ll kill her,” Harry repeated then spurred his horse into a run. “You send a posse…she’s dead.”

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