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is this? You mean all of you are here to see Mary Margaret?”
    Creed smirked, his apparent unforgiving nature coming to the fore. The whore crossed a line he apparently didn’t give her permission to tread over. “It looks that way, doesn’t it, sugar?”
    Annabelle placed both hands on her waist and shook her head in an outwardly aggravated fashion. “You fellas don’t know what you’re missing.”
    David, who was bringing up the rear, turned around and said, “Let me guess. You’re the only whore here willing to swallow?”
    His voice silenced the crowd. His harsh statement hushed them for a second or two longer. Even the bartender, who’d just taken his seat at the piano again, stopped playing his song long enough to glare at the man who’d disrespected one of his girls.
    Tuff and the others didn’t laugh at the woman’s expense. Besides, Tuff didn’t like stirring trouble and David typically found plenty. Most towns had their share of loyal locals and the town’s men, given the looks on their faces, didn’t appreciate David’s crude remarks. Truth told, Tuff thought it was uncalled for, too, but he generally didn’t cross David.
    “You had to go and run that mouth, didn’t you, David?” Creed asked, stomping more than walking.
    “Thought I’d help you get rid of your horse and buggy once and for all,” David replied, unapologetic. “When she approached me at the bar, I knew that one was trouble. She had stars in her eyes long before she said hello. She’s only whoring for one reason—to find herself a husband.”
    Creed snarled. “Then it’s a good thing you boys got me away from her before she slipped a band on my hand, huh? Seeing as I’m so ready to settle down and all.”
    “Yeah, I hear ya,” David fired back.
    They marched to the top of the steps in a single-file line bantering back and forth between them. Accusations were a-plenty. Tuff should’ve initiated an immediate discussion with Mary Margaret soon after they met. He should’ve told her what they had in mind.
    Tuff pondered future possibilities. Where did Mary Margaret think she was going anyway? Why was she packing up and moving on? Who was waiting for her? Was she hell bent on leaving the whoring business in order to teach and if so, what kind of school employed a whore in the first place?
    He’d pay to sit in her classroom.
    Passing Constance, Tuff grabbed her arm and held her limb against his middle. “Which room belongs to Mary Margaret?”
    Constance looked up at him with empty eyes. He wondered if the girl was still in shock because she’d witnessed a killing or if she was just plain dumb, which presented a slight possibility. Tuff had rarely encountered a smart whore. Mary Margaret excluded of course, and in her case he based his belief on hearsay, not a lot to go on considering the men who often carried tales.
    Tuff peered over his shoulder at the intimidating image his buddies projected. Nope, the soiled dove was just plain scared and she should’ve been, all things considered.
    He relaxed his grip but she still trembled under his touch. He released her altogether. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. It’s just we’re in a big hurry to talk to Mary Margaret. We won’t bring her any harm. Someone downstairs told us she plans on leaving. We’d like to solicit her services before she gets away.”
    “All of you?” Constance asked, gaping.
    Tuff released a heavy sigh. Evidently the whores in Cripple Creek weren’t accustomed to tag teams. They acted like the mere thought of going to bed with more than one man was something of a damning experience.
    Creed leaned against the wall and chuckled. “Yes, all of us. Each and every damned one of us.”
    Constance pushed her long hair over her right shoulder. “Well I’m afraid the lot of you will be disappointed. Mary Margaret is no longer in the whoring business.” Her voice was steady and lacked inflection.
    “Well I’ll be damned,” David taunted her. “What