Hard words, hot lead
and a mail-order bride . . .
WELCOME TO GILA PASO!
Amos Greer reached for the young woman’s bags with an impatience that was unusual for him. Few things could upset Greer, an old man who had spent a lifetime in self-sought isolation away from the thronging towns and the people who inhabited them. His great love since early boyhood had been a lone trail in unknown country. Give Amos Greer sufficient food, a running creek, clean prairie air and he needed nothing else.
His stare turned again to the young woman, irritation showing clear in his depthless, sunken eyes.
“You keep standing there like that, Miss Jarvis, and one of them woman-hungry critters is gonna whip you up and cart you off . . .”