Heart of an Outlaw *First in the Crane Gang series*

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gill looked up and met his gaze. “I never said I was going to shoot it.” Gill turned in the saddle and waved Pete over. “Time for you to show what you can do with that rifle of yours.” 

Pete pulled the gun from the scabbard and grinned. “I’d hate to make everyone else here feel bad about themselves, Gill. I’m much better with my weapon than the other men.” 

Laughter erupted around them, from everyone except Willie, who grumbled per usual, Gill who glared at his friend and Jeb who knew better than to laugh because it would earn him a scolding from Gill that night and Jeb had better ideas for Gill’s mouth. Gill still wasn’t all that comfortable with talking about anything he considered to be private business, such as what went on between two people in a tent at night…..He was a prude really. Jeb grinned at his musings. 

“Just get a damn deer so we can have some fresh meat,” Gill urged.

Craig nodded. “If I have to eat one more bite of Billy’s runny beans I’m gonna lose my stomach.” 

“Well when the bastard misses with that rifle and scares off everything within twenty miles don’t you come groveling to me for a bowl of beans tonight,” Billy snapped, scratching at the worn knee of his trousers. 

“Don’t worry, lady and gents,” Pete winked at Jane. “If it’s meat Gill is asking me for, it’s meat he shall receive.” 

Gill shook his head as Pete slid off his horse and held the rifle in his hands. “You folks just sit tight and let me show you how it’s done.” 

Jeb watched Pete slip forward and stay low as he walked about twenty yards ahead and dropped to his knees, using a boulder as a rest for his Sharps rifle. 

“Can he really hit one of those from this distance?” Jeb asked Gill doubtfully. 

Gill nodded. “He’s not much good in a fight and he’s no gunslinger but he can flat out shoot that rifle.” 

“He’s told me stories,” Jane agreed, pulling off her small sombrero and fanning herself with it in an attempt to beat the overbearing summer heat. “We’ll have some deer to eat with papa’s runny beans tonight.” 

Billy snorted. “Y’all can kiss my old, grizzled ass. I’ll keep my beans to myself and you can have your deer.” 

Craig grinned. “Uncle Billy, I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever done for us.” 

“Shut the hell up, you ungrateful addle-brained…” 

“Can y’all keep it down back there?” Pete hissed as he turned his head and winked. “You’re drowning out my greatness.” 

Jeb motioned for everyone be quiet and he focused his attention on Pete. The man seemed to making a big show of licking his finger and testing the wind and Jeb saw Gill pinching his nose and shaking his head. 

The mule deer in the distance were barely more than specks and Jeb had his doubts about Pete’s ability to kill one…. Those doubts were quickly proved unfounded when a rifle shot echoed in the early afternoon air and, off in the distance, one of the grazing mule deer leapt into the air before falling dead to the ground as his companions ran into the distance and out of sight. 

“And you doubted my man,” Jane winked at Jeb. 

Jeb glanced around and saw a patch of trees and grasses in the distance that seemed greener than the rest. It was only a little after noon, they could still cover quite a bit of ground and it wasn’t in his nature to allow downtime while working….Then had looked at Gill and Craig laughing together over something and he sighed. 

It seemed the gang was finally beginning to accept Gill and Pete once again and Jeb didn’t want to hinder that by traveling too hard and fraying nerves with exhaustion. Add to that the fresh meat that would need to be cut up and prepared ad Jeb decided it would be good to call it a day. 

“We’ll set up camp by those trees,” Jeb stated with a tilt of his head. “Willie, Wyatt, go get that deer and join us.” 

“Bit early to make camp, don’t you think?” Craig questioned as they rode toward the spot Jeb had indicated. 

Jeb shrugged. “Might as well rest up a bit.” 

Craig stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Really?” 

“Really,” Jeb agreed. “Or would you rather keep going?” 

Craig quickly raised his hand. “No, that’s okay. We can stop… it just isn’t like you take it easy when we’re supposed to be working.” Craig’s eyes went back to Gill and a smile was on his face when he looked back at his brother. “Love is good for you, big brother.” 

With that, Craig laughed and urged his horse into a gallop, and much to Jeb’s surprise Gill, Pete and Jane followed suit and the four of them began a race to their newfound camp. Jeb watched them go and wondered at what his brother had said….

Was Gill changing him and was it love?