Page 37 of Loving My Cowboys

The man shook his head and gave them a smile that only made his face appear evil. “Sure, I’d like to own the bank, but I’m not going to steal from it. Why would I do that?”

Will knew exactly why. In order to force the banker to relinquish his business. But right now, he wanted to hold all his cards close to his chest. Sometimes it was best to give your suspect just enough rope to hang themselves.

“If we hear anything else, we’ll be back. In the meantime, if you see Calvin Smith, tell him we want to speak to him.”

Like he would come and talk to them. Will knew better, but it never hurt to let the enemy underestimate you.

“Thanks for stopping by, Rangers. Hope you caught those rustlers who were stealing Lily’s cattle.”

Will would bet his next paycheck on the fact that Jim White was the rustler who had taken her cattle in his efforts to show her she needed to marry his son.

“Don’t worry, we’re watching for them. Oh, but we did find Garza, her helper’s body. Somebody murdered him.”

The man licked his lips. “What a shame. He was a good man. I really hate to hear that.”

“What kind of pistol do you carry?”

The man frowned. “A Winchester. Why?”

“Whoever shot him used a Colt Peacemaker.”

Jim grinned. “I’m not your man. Good luck with your investigation.”

“You may not be our man, but that doesn’t mean one of your hired thugs isn’t the killer,” Will said.

“No, but until you have more evidence, it doesn’t matter. Now I think it’s time for you to leave. Oh, and I remembered the name Parker. I used to fuck a woman named Parker.”

Will knew the man was trying to rile him, but he would not smash his face as badly as he wanted too. It wouldn’t matter if the man was his father. He would never claim to be his son.

“No one I know would be caught dead with you,” Will said softly.

The man’s face turned red as Seth stepped back into his saddle and Will did the same. Time to get out of here.

His gut was telling him the man was lying about everything, but his head repeatedfind proof. They needed to figure out a way to prove this man was taking over the town.

“Good day, gentlemen,” Jim White said with an arrogant smile.

One that Will wanted to take a swipe at. But until they had further evidence, it would be hard to prove that he was behind the bank robbery or Calvin Smith or even attacking the Sweet B.

They turned their horses toward home as they spurred their mounts in that direction.

“We need to send a telegram to headquarters,” Will said. “Something ain’t right in this town and it’s time to ask for help."

Will thought about their situation for a moment. They didn’t have much, but they were certainly outgunned. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad idea. At least then they could get to the bottom of what was going on.

“All right, but let’s make it quick. I want to get home to Lily.”

An hour later, they walked out of the telegraph office and gazed at each other.

“Let’s go home and see our wife,” Seth said.

“I’m missing her pussy already,” Will commented as they stepped into the saddle of their horses and rode out of Blessing.

“Are you going to tell her you’re thinking of going back to Waco?” Will asked.

“I haven’t decided yet. My cock is telling me I’m crazy and yet I haven’t caught that last criminal.”

Guilt flooded Will. He wanted to tell his friend the truth that he’d kept to himself their entire time together. He knew if he told, Seth would focus on the man and not the overall picture of everyone they needed to catch. But soon, he would tell him and then Seth would have to make a decision. But how did you tell your best friend that your half-brother was in the gang that killed your family. And how would he accept Will knowing his blood relative was the one who caused him so much pain?

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