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Catherine.”
    â€œLikewise.”
    The girl remained in the fetal position beside him, her forehead and knees pressed against his side. Longarm heard the soft squawk of a floorboard and turned to the door. Beneath the door he could see light from the hall lanterns, and a shadow.
    â€œBe right back,” he said, patting the girl’s naked ass. “Just gonna stoke the stove a little. Gonna be a cold night.”
    He dropped his feet to the floor, glanced at the shadow under the door again, and then slid his Colt from its holster and rose.

Chapter 4
    Longarm hid the Colt behind his back as he walked naked over to the brazier, crossing in front of the door, and then turned back to the door suddenly, wrapped his hand around the knob, raised the Colt, and drew the door open quickly.
    He cocked the Colt as he hardened his jaw at the man kneeling before him, the man jerking his head back to stare up, aghast, at Longarm. He was the young fellow with the too closely set eyes from downstairs, who’d made the last effort to save Catherine’s honor.
    He’d just opened his mouth to say something, when Longarm grabbed his collar, jerked him forward into the room, and kicked him onto his back.
    â€œSidney!” the girl intoned from the bed, dragging a wad of quilt up and sort of writhing against it to cover herself. “What is the meaning of this?”
    Longarm planted a bare knee on Sidney’s chest, pinning the man to the floor, and pressed the barrel of the Colt against his crimson forehead. “I . . .” he said, his close-set eyes nearly crossing as he stared in horror at the cocked gun being held taut between two forked veins in his forehead. “I was . . . I . . . was . . .”
    â€œPeepin’ through the keyhole,” Longarm said.
    â€œSidney!”
    â€œWhat you got to say for youself, Sidney?” Longarm growled. “You got about three seconds before I drill a pill through your worthless skull!”
    Catherine came off the bed, holding a blanket in front of her, though it didn’t cover much but her breasts and the silky blond hair between her perfectly sculpted thighs. “Longarm, please,” she said, chuckling. “The man you have flat on his back on the floor, and against whose head you are pressing your big pistol, is none other than President Johnson’s favorite nephew, Sidney Ashton-Green! Do please let him go.”
    â€œYes, do let me go,” Sidney Ashton-Green said evenly, as he continued to stare up at the cocked Colt and the iron-hard, dark brown eyes of the angry lawman glaring down at him.
    â€œThis little pissant is the President’s favorite nephew, eh?” Longarm said, depressing the Colt’s hammer. “Well, in that case I won’t kill him.” He pulled the gun away from Sidney’s head and straightened until he was standing tall, though completely naked, over the cowering dandy, still keeping the pistol aimed at Ashton-Green’s head. “I’ll just shoot an ear off. That’s the punishment for staring through keyholes in this neck of the woods. Maybe I’ll send the ear back to the President, tell him he’d best keep his favorite nephew closer to home, lest something more important, like his entire
head
, gets mailed to the White House!”
    Catherine set her lovely bare feet on the floor and rose from the bed, holding the inadequate covering before her and chuckled down at the man pressing his back flat against the floor. “Yes, an ear might be all right.”
    â€œPlease,” said Ashton-Green, his broad chest rising and falling behind his white cotton shirt and fancily stitched deerskin vest, trimmed with a gold watch chain. “I do apologize. I’d only heard Catherine bellowing so, and I was worried that something terrible was happening to her.”
    â€œNo, you weren’t, Sidney,” Catherine said. “You knew we