Charles Longstreet’s Broadway show ended after a year’s run and he wanted to give the actress something to remember him by. After receiving his gift the famous actress looked at her friend. “You know, Olga, some men have greatness thrust upon them and Charles Longstreet, even though he is not aware of it, is one of them.”
Charlie is bushwhacked on the trail by three hombres who after shooting him leave him for dead. Upon recovering he follows the old abandoned Butterfield Overland Stage Route where Charlie tracks the men to El Paso.
Cora who almost got Charlie killed with her curiosity stood on the wooden sidewalk in front of her store. He passed her as if she wasn’t there. Because of her immaturity she might have lost the man she always dreamed of meeting. Now it was too late to do anything but wave as he passed slowly by and think of what could have been.
Ned blew smoke from the barrel of his gun, then turned to the bartender. “He’s the Lone Jack Kid, and if these jerks would have left us alone, they’d still be alive now.”
Why is a wounded indian riding with Charles Longstreet, and why is Charlie wearing a marshal’s badge? And why does President Grant order him to the White House? These tantalizing questions are answered as the reader follows the Lone Jack Kid in his latest adventure when he rides the trail west to California.
This is the second book in the Lone Jack Kid trilogy. at the moment it's number 397 in the kindle rankings.
1868, New York City
“Excuse me, Miss Bernhardt, but there is a Western Union delivery for you.”
“Sign for it and bring it in here please, Olga. Hmm. I wonder who it’s from.”
Olga gave the small box and the accompanying letter to her mistress. Miss Bernhardt smiled. “Why it’s from that good looking cowboy, Charles Longstreet.”
Olga leaned closer. “What does it say, Miss Bernhardt?”
She opened the envelope and scanned the letter. Finding nothing personal in it, she read the letter out loud.
“Dear Miss Bernhardt. I wanted to give you a little something to remember me by. Please think of me when you wear it. I’ll never forget the kindness you showed me when we first met, and how you helped me to overcome the stage jitters I was feeling, knowing that I was going to make a fool of myself when I had to get on that stage. I’d rather fight a whole tribe of renegade Indians than have to do that, but you took the time to offer me advice, and for that I’ll be forever in your debt. I wanted to give you this little gift before I left but I was too embarrassed, so I waited until I was on the train and safely out of New York before it was delivered to you. I hope you like it.”
She stopped reading at that point, but the letter went on. “I must say that I enjoyed our night together. You sure know how to make a man feel like a man. Why, you showed me tricks that even I didn’t know.”
She turned a bright shade of crimson and felt herself becoming aroused, thinking of the night they spent together. It was a rather special night because, even though she had been in the company of quality men from all walks of life, she had never been with a dangerous, real-life gunfighter, a man who considered the likes of Frank and Jesse James and the Younger brothers his friends.
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