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smelly ones. “Don’t you think I look like fun?”
    “Oh, yeah,” he drooled, ready to take her straight upstairs. “You look like a lot of fun—”
    “But can you afford me?” she taunted, drawing back a little to tease him and entice him. “I don’t come cheap—or easy.”
    “Oh, yeah, I got the money.” Harper pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it down the bodice of her dress. “And I always did like a challenge—”
    “Well, big guy,” Sugar chuckled sensuously as she kissed him hotly on the mouth, “you just bought yourself one. I sure hope you’re up to it.”
    “Oh, I am.”
    “How long you gonna be in town?”
    “Long enough to take care of you—I don’t have to be in Canyon Springs for better than a week.”
    “I may just keep you upstairs that long,” she purred, liking the depth of his pockets.
    She stood and drew him up with her.
    Harper didn’t need any encouraging. He was more than ready to make her earn her pay.
    Sugar led the way toward the staircase to the second floor with Harper following close behind. When they reached the bottom of the steps, he didn’twaste any time. He swept her up into his arms, ready to carry her upstairs. He had just started to kiss her again when he heard a voice call out from behind him.
    “Don’t move, Harper.”
    Grant had spotted the outlaw right away. He’d seen no sign of any other gunman in the saloon, so he’d decided to take on Harper while he was being distracted by the saloon girl.
    At the sound of the command, Harper stopped right where he was. His mood suddenly sobered as he realized he was in trouble—big trouble. He’d thought he’d gotten clean away, but he knew now he’d been a fool to let his guard down tonight. He immediately regretted all the heavy drinking he’d been doing, and he immediately regretted not staying with Cale. But regrets didn’t do him any good now.
    Chaos reigned in the Golden Nugget as everyone scrambled to get out of the way. Chairs and tables were overturned in the rush.
    Ken, the bartender, didn’t recognize the man who’d come into the saloon with his revolver drawn, and he started to reach down for the shotgun he kept hidden behind the bar for moments just like this.
    “He’s a Ranger,” one of the customers yelled to Ken, after spotting the badge the stranger was wearing.
    Ken forgot about getting his shotgun and stepped back to let the Ranger take charge and do his job.
    Desperation and panic filled Harper at the realization that it was a Ranger who had tracked him down.
    Grant slowly crossed the room, closing in on him. “Put the girl down and turn around. Don’t make any fast moves,” he ordered.
    At his command, Sugar all but tore herself loose from Harper’s arms and threw herself out of harm’s way.
    Freed from the distraction of the dance hall girl’s lush nearness, the outlaw turned to face the Ranger.
    “There must be some mistake,” Harper said calmly, stalling for time as he tried to figure out what to do.
    “I don’t make mistakes, Harper.” Grant kept his gun aimed straight at the killer. “Toss your gun aside.”
    Harper acted as if he was going to do what the Ranger had ordered, but, in truth, he wasn’t about to go down that easy. He knew his best chance of making a run for it was right there in the crowded saloon. Unwilling to give himself up without a fight, he went for his gun as he dove to the side, hoping to find some cover among the tables before the Ranger could react.
    But Grant was ready.
    The instant the gunman made his move to escape, Grant got off a shot.
    His aim proved true.
    Harper collapsed on the saloon floor.
    Grant moved to stand over the dead outlaw, satisfied that Jim Harper wouldn’t be killing any more innocent people.
    “He should have listened when I gave an order,” Grant said coldly as he picked up the outlaw’s discarded gun and shoved it in his waistband.
    “Who was he?” Ken asked as he came to stand at Grant’s