It was from his old pal Drug Cassidy, and the original postmark was Indian Springs, Arizona Territory.

  He didn’t wait until he got back to the cabin to read it. He sat down right there in the post office, cozied up to the potbelly stove, and tore the envelope open.

  He read it over twice, and then, smiling, he stuck it back in its envelope.

  It seemed that the folks of Indian Springs had finally banded together into a real town. All the land that McMahon had bought or stolen was turned back to the rightful owners, due to a little creative bookkeeping on Evie Siddons’s part.

  The owners had then brought in a mining crew—the very one Cassidy said that McMahon had been in touch with.

  The operation was moving right along, Cassidy said, and it was turning out fo be a rich strike. It wouldn’t be too awful long before they started tunneling on the S Bar J.

  But the news that had brought the biggest grin to Slocum’s face was that Becky was now Mrs. Drugman Cassidy. They had wed about a month after Slocum’s departure.

  Now, part of Slocum was just a little bit pissed that Becky had taken him at his word, and that Cassidy had felt the need to move in so damned fast.

  But those were small things. He’d never be back there again.

  And now Drug would have somebody to take care of him when his eyes went, and Becky would have a good man to take care of her. And also, somebody who could cook pretty damned fine American-style food.

  He stood up, stuck the letter in his pocket, and snugged his sheepskin coat around him in preparation for the outdoors. It was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey out there.

  He picked up the bag of supplies he’d bought for himself and the twins, slung it over his shoulder, and went outside where Horse was waiting at the rail, his saddle dusted with drifting snow.

  Slocum mounted, and set off toward the cabin at a slow jog.

  Good for Becky, bless her heart, he thought. And good for ol’ Drug. Good for everybody.

  And especially, good for him. Conchita and Maria awaited, and tonight was bath night. For all three of them.

  Grinning, he urged the horse into a canter.

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  298th novel in the exciting SLOCUM series from Jove

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