Love On The Frontier (A Bounty Hunter's Tale) Book I

Chapter Thirty - One | Torture

'We've Been Waiting For You'

Kansas 1873

Dan sat at the far end of the table completely relaxed as Clayton stood in the doorway. "Well it's about time, Clayton." He grinned wickedly. They'd been waiting for him. "I began to worry." He nodded to his men, giving them some kind of signal. 

The man nearest to him drew his pistol, but he wasn't fast enough. Clayton shot him down and then another man who approached him from the side. However, his good start ended quickly as Dan shot a pistol out of Clayton's hand. 

"Fuck," He cursed. Another man tackled Clayton to the ground. They wrestled until another man came and held Clayton down. The two men began to exchanged blows, their fists colliding with Clayton's face. 

Not before long was Clayton's mouth full of blood and his head spinning. This would have gone down a whole lot different if they hadn't been expecting him. His tactic, the element of surprise, failed for the first time.

"That's enough," Dan ordered, bored. "Bring him to me." The two men dragged Clayton up to Dan. "You've made a great deal of effort to find me. You've killed several of my best men." He snorted, "Shit, I don't know whether to kill you or recruit you." He and his goons laughed loudly. 

Clayton spat in his face, "I would never join your band of psychopaths. You're all fuckin' monsters."

"I'm just gonna pretend you didn't do that." Dan wiped the saliva off of his face. "And what does that make you, Clayton? You've killed just about as many men as I have. We're not much different, you and I. We're practically brothers."

Clayton's mind briefly flashed back to all the men and some women he'd killed for the sake of money. "You ain't no saint, Clayton." Dan sneered in his face. "You're just like the rest of us. Killin' to collect the cash. Why don't you consider a career change?" He leaned back comfortably in his chair. "You can have everything you ever wanted. Everything. You have one black broad. . .I can get you four or five. Hell, I'll even throw in a Chinese and Mexican. What you say about that?"

Clayton lifted his head to glare into Dan's eyes. "I say. . .fuck. You."

Dan clenched his jaw. "Well I tried." He looked at one of him men. "Take his possessions and tie him to that chair. He's gonna loose a few teeth before I slit his throat and watch him bleed out. Someone go fetch his bitch. I want him to watch as we fuck her senseless." He winked at Clayton. "Like you, I too have a divine appreciation for chocolate. . ."

Clayton fumed as the bandits all barked loudly with laughter. In that moment he planned to kill Dan just as he did Diego. . .with his bare hands.

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"Hand it over," Boone confiscated her weapon. "Good girl. Now why don't we pick up where we left off?" Boone chuckled. 

Finally she was face to face with Boone Holliday. She's dreamed about this reunion since the day he set off on the horse from her house, yet it is he who now has the upper hand. He has a knife and now her gun. This is not at all how she saw this going in her dreams.

"Fuck you," She spat. 

He tossed his head back and laughed. Boone shoved her forward, sending her tumbling to the floor. "Take off your dress."