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Eyes
respected her for the attitude she displayed toward him. It was
like his own.
    Merciless.
    She walked
around him and never once allowed the long rifle barrel to wander
off its chosen target, his head.
    ‘ Who’re you chasing?’ she asked as she finally stopped pacing
through the soft sand.
    ‘ Nobody,’ he replied, with the black-and-pink meat sticking to
his uneven teeth.
    ‘ You look like a hunter of men,’ she said, sitting down on a
large boulder opposite him.
    ‘ I am.’
    ‘ So who’re you after?’
    ‘ Nobody at the moment.’ He pushed the remaining lump of bacon
into his mouth and chewed. It was the first solid food he had eaten
for several days, apart from hard tack.
    ‘ So you’re a bounty-hunter?’ She reached down and picked up the
black tin mug full of coffee. ‘That is an evil trade.’
    ‘ Suits my character,’ he sneered, picking his teeth with his
fingernails.
    ‘ You good at it?’
    ‘ The best there ever was,’ he bragged.
    ‘ You are the best?’ She gave a belly laugh. ‘How come I got the
drop on you then?’
    He shrugged. It
was a shrug that disguised his anger.
    ‘ You got lucky.’
    ‘ No, my friend.’ She sipped her coffee. ‘You got lucky.’
    ‘ Me?’
    ‘ I didn’t kill you. That’s damn lucky’
    He nodded as he
dropped the plate on to the sand. His mood was changing. He was no
longer angry at having a chunk of his ear blown away.
    Now he wanted
to know more about this woman who sat before him.
    ‘ What do they call you‘?’ he asked.
    ‘ What does it matter?’
    ‘ I like to know who the hell shoots me.’ Iron Eyes felt the
stinging ease up on the side of his head. The blood was finally
clotting on his wound.
    ‘ They call me Jane.’ She tossed the sentence away like a child
would toss away its favourite rag-doll. Her eyes looked at him with
the look of a woman who was interested in something she had
captured. His long coat and hair were not what she had become used
to seeing in the past few years of her life. He looked as if he
were the sort of man who held up trains in dime novels. Her
curiosity about this painfully thin man was the only reason she had
not killed him.
    For some reason
she wanted to know more about this creature, who looked as if he
belonged in some graveyard rather than out here upon the
plains.
    ‘ Jane what?’
    ‘ Jane is enough,’ she growled.
    He accepted
that he was not getting any further with that line of questioning,
and decided to alter his approach.
    ‘ Where you headed?’
    ‘ West.’
    ‘ What the hell do you wanna go there for?’ he asked, as he
cautiously touched the scab upon his ear. ‘There ain’t nothing in
that direction except Indians and Mexicans.’
    ‘ Suits me.’ She finished her coffee and got to her
feet.
    Iron Eyes rose
to his full height, which was only barely taller than her. He
studied her body She was thinner than any woman he had ever
seen.
    She was also
the first female he had ever seen wearing men’s clothes. He liked
what he was looking at.
    ‘ What you thinking?’ She glared at him, with the rifle still
balanced in her hands.
    ‘ Nothing.’ He blew out heavily, trying to clear his brain of
the thoughts that had raced through him. Thoughts that sent the
skin on his thin neck tingling. She had a body that he would gladly
kill for. That was strange for Iron Eyes, as he had never once
before been tempted by a female. She was somehow
different.
    Very
different.
    ‘ What do they call you, Mr Bounty-hunter?’
    ‘ Iron Eyes,’ he drawled. ‘Just Iron Eyes.’
    For the first
time since they had run into each other, her face went pale, as if
suddenly shocked.
    The name meant
something to her, but what? She looked him up and down carefully
for what seemed an eternity, before lowering the rifle.
    ‘ Iron Eyes?’ She repeated his words.
    ‘ Yep.’ He felt very uneasy by this creature and her sudden
mood-swing. The hostility had vanished.
    Yet it had been
replaced by something totally