Dangerous Men (Flynn Family Saga Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

a tangle of bodies, warm and wanting.  The dream
shifted abruptly, and Jennie sat on the white horse with her hands tied behind
her.  He watched as Vaughn raised his hand and brought it down on the horse’s
rump.
    “No!”  He sat bolt upright.
    Maggie was there.  “It was just a
dream, Flynn.”
    He looked away from the concern in
her face.
    “Flynn?”
    “Yes, Maggie?”
    “Who is she?”
    “Who?”  Flynn pretended ignorance.
    “Jennie.”  Her voice was edged with
pain.
    Flynn hesitated.  A part of him
wanted to tell her.  Another part of him didn’t.  He sighed.  “Someday,
Maggie.  I promise I’ll tell you someday.  Just not tonight.”
    Maggie nodded.  “All right.”
    He shut his eyes, but the memory of
Tommy’s bruised face haunted him.
    “It wasn’t your fault, you know,”
Maggie said softly.
    Flynn opened his eyes.  “How did
you—?”
    Maggie smiled sadly.  “I know you,
Flynn.  You blame yourself for Ellie Lonnegan’s death.  And it wasn’t your
fault.”
    Flynn shut his eyes again.  “I wish
I could believe that.”
    “Me too.”  Maggie spoke so softly
that he wasn’t sure he heard her.
    Flynn opened his eyes.
    Maggie looked as haunted as he
felt.  “I—I couldn’t save them.”
    “Your parents?”
    She nodded.
    Flynn was silent a moment.  “You
never talk about the night they died.  Just the dreams.”
    Maggie looked away.  “And you never
talk about Jennie.”
    “Touché.”
    Maggie frowned.  “What does that
mean?”
    Flynn smiled at her.  “It’s a
fencing term.  It means you hit the mark.”
    “Oh.”  She rubbed her hands
together.  “I’ll make a deal with you.  When you tell me about Jennie, I’ll
tell you about the night my folks died.”
    “Deal.”  Flynn held out his hand.
    Maggie took it.  She looked at him
with tenderness and something that might be love.
    “Don’t Maggie.”  Flynn looked away
again.
    “Don’t what?”
    He looked back at her.  “Don’t fall
in love with me.”
    Maggie looked away.  She said
nothing.
    Flynn shut his eyes again.  This
time, it was Maggie’s face he saw.  His grief eased a little.  He sighed and
slid towards sleep.  Just before it took him, he heard Maggie’s soft voice.
    “It’s too late, Flynn.”  Her hand,
strong and warm, smoothed his hair back from his forehead.  “I already have.”
    He opened his eyes.  Maggie had
gone.  “Must have dreamed it,” he muttered.  And yet, the thought that Maggie
cared about him was comforting.  He shut his eyes again, and this time, he
dreamed of a girl with hair the color of flame and eyes as green as the sea who
could shoot like an outlaw and track a man across the wastelands.
    *  *  *
    A week later, Flynn was almost back
to normal.  He woke before dawn and went looking for the Major.  Sam was still
asleep.  Flynn made a pot of coffee and brought a mug over to his friend.
    Sam smiled at him.  “Thanks, Flynn.” 
He took a sip of the black coffee.  “What’s on your mind?”
    “Major, I’m going after them.”
    Sam’s smile winked out.  He ran his
hand through his thinning hair.  “I’m sorry, Flynn.  I can’t spare any men. 
Not this trip.”
    “Fine!  If you won’t send anyone
with me, I’ll go alone!”
    “Flynn, you can’t go after eight
men alone!”
    Flynn turned on his heel and
stalked away.
    “Robert Sean Flynn, you come back
here!  Come back here or by golly I’ll throw you into the jail wagon!”
    Flynn turned back to Sam.  His
hands curled into fists.  That simple move made his healing ribs ache.  “You
could try!”
    “I can still take you, Flynn!”  Sam
brought up his huge fists.
    Maggie stepped between the two
men.  “Stop it!  Both of you!”
    Sam drew a deep breath.  “When we
reach Fort Laramie, I will tell Colonel Madsen.  He’ll send out a platoon.”
    Flynn shook his head stubbornly.  “They
already have a three-week lead.”
    Sam sighed.  “We’re already