were home and eating the wonderful meal Greta prepared for them, she asked Gram if Shelly fell. Gram made her explain why she thought that, and then she frowned, and as gently as possible Eleanor explained some wives were soundly spanked when they failed to please their husbands. She also added that most men gave the spanking with lots of love, just as a parent would punish a child.
Darcy nodded, and at twelve years of age, she made up her mind that no man was ever going to spank her. Will didn’t ask how she felt about it, however. He just turned her over his knee and started whacking away. She wasn’t too sore the next day, like Shelly was, and she had all of her petticoats to thank for that. It hurt while it was happening and right after, but within a short time, it was as though it never happened.
While she was reminiscing, two men entered the store. Darcy didn’t like their looks, and she could tell that Mr. Goode wasn’t pleased, either. “What can I get for you two?” he asked, his voice sharp.
“We didn’t come in here to buy anything, old man. We want money, and we want it fast, or we’ll take a couple of these females with us.”
“You leave those women alone. They aren’t your type.” Barney wasn’t about to let them take any of the females with them, at least not without a good fight.
“Now, how do you know what our type is?” one of the men asked sarcastically. “I’m sure that little redhead would like some company tonight, ain’t that right, honey?” He was addressing Darcy.
“You would be wrong. Now get out of here and get out of town. We don’t tolerate thieves and drifters here.”
“She sure is sassy, Nate!”
“She sure is, Alex. She needs a good whipping.”
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Barney warned as Waldo Phares sauntered into the store.
“I thought I saw you come in here, Miss Darcy. Would you like to give me another interview?” he asked, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
“Of course I would. As I told you before, I am no longer running for office. And, I am going to encourage everyone I know to stop buying your newspaper. You are an unscrupulous jackass, worthless, and as annoying as a mosquito.”
“Did you hear me, Mister? You empty that cash drawer into a bag right now, or I’m going to take one of these ladies and go for a hard ride.”
Waldo suddenly realized he’d walked into the store in the middle of a robbery! He panicked and started for the door, only to have one of the gun toting men hit him over the head with the gun barrel. Waldo crumbled on the floor.
“Totally worthless,” Darcy muttered, glaring at the robber. “Look, everyone knows that Mr. Goode doesn’t keep but a couple of dollars in the store. None of the storeowners do. You might as well get out of town while you can.”
“Then I’m taking you with me for my trouble,” the man roared, reaching for her.
Darcy grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, flipping him on his backside. He hit a table with his head, and passed out cold.
The other man had his gun pointed at her. “That is going to cost you, bitch!” Nate aimed the gun at Waldo, who was now awake and watching in horror as he realized the man meant to kill him.
Darcy could see the man was toying with Waldo, enjoying his fear. And Waldo was afraid. He was inching his way backwards, trying to beg the man for his life. Darcy knew it was up to her to do something. She spotted the first man’s gun lying on the floor, and without giving it a thought, she went for it. She got the gun in her hand, raised it, and fired. The other would-be thief dropped his gun in favor of grabbing his arm.
“You shot me!” Nate screamed. “I need a doctor! I need a doctor!”
Will heard the shot from his office across the street and he came on a dead run. “Darcy!” he called out when he saw the redhead standing there. “Are you