Chapter Twenty-One
"Here is your damned money," Cassandra ground out as she slammed the one hundred dollars that she'd spent four hours at the gambling hall earning into Mr. Wilson's hand. "Now I am exhausted and I am more than ready to get out of this God forsaken town and be on my way. In order for that to happen I have to get Finnegan out of jail so you are going to come down there with me immediately and let them know you have your money."
"Girl, it is two in the morning," Mr. Wilson mumbled as he adjusted the night cap on his graying hair. "I am going back to sleep."
Cassandra shook her head. Did he think that she didn't know what time it was? She had just spent four hours in a gambling hall being jeered at, leered at, fondled and breathed upon in order to win enough money to get Finnegan out of jail seeing as how they had only had five dollars left to their names.
She grabbed his arm to stop him from turning. "You will come with me now."
Begrudgingly, and because Cassandra left him little choice, Mr. Wilson fastened his robe, slid on his night shoes and made his way down the deserted boardwalk with Cassandra leading the way.
She knocked on the jailhouse door and it was several long moments before it was yanked open by a very disgruntled looking sheriff. "What are you doing here?" he demanded as he adjusted his gun belt and rubbed at his face.
"Mr. Wilson has something he would like to tell you," Cassandra replied.
She motioned for Mr. Wilson to speak and the man glared at her for a moment before turning his gaze to the sheriff. "She paid for the Irishman's half of the damages," he spat. "Now if you'll be so kind as to let me return to my bed!" he exclaimed at Cassandra.
Cassandra tipped her head. "Goodnight sir."
Mr. Wilson stormed away and Cassandra turned back to the sheriff. "I trust you'll be letting Finnegan go now?"
"No, ma'am, I'm afraid that's not possible."
Cassandra's fists tightened at her sides. "And why is that?" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"You don't have to defend him or protect him anymore, miss," the sheriff replied as he pulled her inside and closed the door.
Cassandra stared at the daft man. "What are you talking about?"
"I know he kidnapped you. I saw the paper. You are safe now," he smiled at her and Cassandra simply stood there dumbfounded.
"What paper are you talking about? Finnegan did not kidnap me!"
"Quit protecting him, Cassandra," Cassandra's spine stiffened when she heard that voice and she turned to see a man who probably wanted to throttle her step out from behind a shelf. "You heard the sheriff; you're safe now."
"Seamus Callahan, how did you escape the train? I assumed you'd be halfway through Kansas by now," Cassandra spoke, trying hard to not let her nerves show in her voice. She was far too tired for her act to be very believable however and the amusement in Seamus' eyes told her as much.
"I thought you said your name was Jonathon," the sheriff spoke up with a frown.
"Oh he didn't tell you?" Cassandra asked. "This is Finnegan's brother."
"Yes, and the last time I saw my brother and Cassandra they were tying me up on a train and leaving me locked in a room."
"How did you get out?" Cassandra asked while the sheriff was clearly still trying to process what he was hearing.
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To Love A Wild Irishman
Romance***Finnegan Callahan is the son of an Irishman. He loves rye whiskey, women and gambling though he always leaves his women a bit more bitter and his gambling companions much richer. His take on life is that it is meant to be lived and live it he do...
