Zachary walked back down into the saloon and straight up to the bar. Zachary was about to unleash a lot of frustration and fury on an unsuspecting James.
"I need to talk to you" he said firmly to the stocky, darky eyed man.
"I'm busy." James replied pouring a shot of whiskey and sliding it down the bar without ever looking at him. Zachary jumped over the bar and James yelled, reaching for his sawed off shotgun beneath the bar. Zachary shoved him backward before he got to the gun and pulled his revolver from its holster. He aimed it down at James who was glaring at him from his back on the floor.
"What the hell do you want?" James demanded.
"I want to talk to you about Samantha. You know she's innocent and a good girl. You've been taking advantage of her and that's going to stop."
"I don't know what you're talking about." James replied defiantly. Zachary cocked his gun and James's face paled.
"She will not be working as a whore anymore. You will allow her to work in the back and she will only be out in this saloon during the day when the crowds have cleared to clean."
"Sure of course whatever you say." James quickly agreed, as a thin layer of sweat slicked his upper lip. Zachary's eyes narrowed.
"She will also not be sleeping in this place anymore. Tomorrow you will escort her over to the hotel and take her to room ten. That will be where she stays from now on. The room is paid up so don't worry about that."
"Like I said, whatever you say." James replied with irritation.
"You also need to remember that I won't hesitate to kill your worthless ass." Zachary uncocked his revolver and dropped it back into its holster. Then he stepped over James and out the door into the dark deserted street.
He looked up at the stars covering that dark night sky. He wanted so badly to go back up to Samantha and continue where they'd left off with that kiss… Instead he walked over to the hotel, gathered his few belongings from his room and then got on his horse and started toward the ranch.
Samantha was just finishing getting dressed the next morning when there was a loud knock on her door. Remembering Zachary's scolding the night before she didn't rush to answer it..
"Who is it?" she asked.
"James. Open the door, Samantha, I need to talk to you." she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
"I wanted to talk to you as well." she said matter of factly.
"Pack your things, Samantha. Seems you have an admirer who does not want you sleeping here anymore. He has rented you a room at the hotel. You also will not be working the floor anymore except during the day when you're cleaning." Samantha looked at him with shock. She had been ready to stand her ground and refuse to work the floor for him anymore. She had definitely not expected this. She knew Zachary had to be behind this and she felt overwhelming gratitude. She also felt her heart warm and knew she had fallen completely in love.
"Thank you, James." she said. James grumbled.
"Don't thank me. I didn't have a choice with that damn crazy ass waving a gun in my face." Samantha could not help but smile. Zachary must truly care about her to do something like that. Then she frowned. Either that or was he was just violent and crazy like James was saying.
"Hurry up and pack your things. I was told to escort you to your room at the hotel and I have other things to do." Samantha quickly packed her few belongings and James led her over to the hotel taking her to room ten.
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Saving the GunslingerRomance
Zachary Marston returns home after failing to avenge his families murders. He hates himself for his failures and wants to do nothing other than get the farm back up and running the way his family would have wanted. Samantha is running from a dangero...