Against All Odds by Allan Deya (top novels of all time .TXT) 📖

at least the one was smart enough to know a losing battle when he saw one, and he didn’t seem like the type to carry a grudge, at least not over that incident. That was the only reason Leslie let him walk away with the rest of the crowd instead of finishing the job he had begun.

“I could kill you, you know?” came a teary voice from behind him. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you, it’s just that I have no attachment to the reputation that Quickdraw gained in the western wars, and I choose to not tell anyone about it unless I absolutely have to.” Shaking arms encircled him from behind, “I have never been so scared in my life Les, I thought I was going to lose you.”

“So you don’t trust me?” he chided. “I did tell you I wasn’t going to get away from me now that I found you.” “Yes, I mean no; that is to say I do trust you. But I also knew that should you miraculously managed to survive Danny, the posse would not let it slide.” “I knew that too, which is why I made it a point to map out exactly where they were at the time of the battle and also watched the way they sat, stood and walked.”

That last statement was met by a blank stare. “The way a man carries himself says a lot about his manner with the gun; from it you can tell how fast he draws, which hand he uses and how steady his aim will be.“ when she looked at him as though he spoke a alien dialect, he explained it away by telling her that it was just one of the things you picked up when you walked the devil’s path.

As they took comfort in each other’s arms in the middle of the street, avid eyes were upon them and vapid tongues already against them. Surely that union would not be allowed to be, would it? He was not suited for her and she damn well should know that. But none would speak these thoughts out loud for though a diva by her own right, Daisey May Richards was also a 3rd generation heiress to a shipping company. And Leslie ‘Quickdraw’ Black, well Leslie was among the most renowned confederate generals alive.

As they rode off into the pale moonlight on his coal black steed, her hand twined lovingly around his neck and his eyes searching deep into hers, a lot of things were left uncertain. How would the aristocracy react to a union between one of their own and a black man? Would the federal government support a national war hero on an endeavor as outrageous as this? What would happen to the stage coaches to and from town now that Danny’s posse was gone? Where was the sheriff when you needed him?

But one thing was certain, the soon to be Daisey May Black and her husband had just set a precedent in the harsh expanse of the old west. They had shown the world that love; true love overcame race and even transcended class. What would happen next, for the lovers and them all as well, only time would tell.

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Publication Date: 05-23-2010

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