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coming, Fargo! Right now!”
    He rode her wave and felt his own climax join hers. He groaned into her heaving shoulders, feeling her sweat-slicked body trembling beneath his. “Oh, God,” she said. “That was better than I expected. You are a good shot.”
    Fargo chuckled and rolled off her, opening the small window to let in some fresh air to mingle pleasantly with the smell of their sex. He lay back down next to her. “Well, I’ve had some practice,” he admitted. “I reckon if more men practiced with a woman like you, they’d be damn fine shots themselves.”
    She laughed and curled up next to him, still trying to catch her breath.
    “I don’t think so,” she murmured. “I think you’re a natural.”
    “Is that what you think?” he asked.
    Louisa nodded against his chest, almost purring. “I do,” she said. “But you’re probably going to have to prove it to me.”
    “Prove it to you?” he asked. “This didn’t?”
    She laughed at the ire in his voice. “Oh, this will do for now,” she said. “But it is a long ride to New Orleans.”

3
    The boat arrived in the city of New Orleans at mid-morning. The air was a foul-smelling mix of human waste, trash, swamp, and too many people crammed too close together. In short, it was like most of the bigger cities Fargo had ever been in—no place he’d want to stay for any length of time, and why anyone else would was a mystery to him.
    The trip down the Mississippi had been filled with good meals, great sex with the voluptuous Louisa, and good conversations with David Parker, who now stood beside Fargo at the rail, watching as they neared the docks.
    “It’s good to be home,” Parker said. “I enjoy traveling, but my soul belongs to this city.”
    Sniffing the air with distaste, Fargo said, “That’s hard to imagine, given the smell.”
    Parker laughed. “I’ll admit that it does assault the olfactory senses, but you’ll get used to it. There are other compensations that more than make up for it not smelling like a bed of roses.” His eyes scanned the docks. “There’s one now,” he added, pointing to a woman descending from a carriage at the far end of the dock. She turned toward them, and Fargo was struck by her handsome features.
    She wasn’t beautiful in the traditional sense, but her face was striking. She caught sight of Parker standing at the rail and raised her hand in a wave, then moved down the dock to where the passengers would disembark. The riverboat finally moored, and Parker led the way down the gangplank with Fargo close on his heels.
    “Hattie,” Parker said. “You didn’t have to come down here to meet me.” He caught her up in his arms and kissed her on the cheek.
    “You’ve been gone almost a month!” the woman exclaimed. “I wasn’t going to wait to see you even another minute.” She turned her gaze on Fargo, and then he knew why she was running a successful brothel. Her blue eyes screamed seduction. They glowed from within, like a twin set of blue flames, and the passion in them exactly mirrored the intensity and wetness of a woman reaching an orgasm. They were eyes meant for the bedroom, and her smile hinted at every dark desire that could cross a man’s mind. Despite the fact that her figure was more matronly than seductive, he guessed that she’d have no trouble bringing most men to their knees within moments. “I see you’ve brought someone along with you, David. Who’s this handsome specimen?”
    “Hattie Hamilton, meet Skye Fargo,” Parker said. “We met on board during a poker game. Mr. Fargo here has an eye for detail and doesn’t take kindly to cheaters.”
    Fargo took her outstretched hand and almost jumped as a wave of sexual heat passed from her to him. It wasn’t just her eyes, he now knew. She was pure sexual ambition in female form—almost a predator. “Miss Hamilton,” he said. “It’s a . . . unique pleasure to meet you. Mr. Parker speaks highly of your business