“Halliday, I’m gonna pass a law
protectin’ unsuspecting womenfolk from you!”
FURY OF THE .44
Melissa seemed to have forgotten time and place and anything other than the wild craving that drove her to him. She pressed against him with every part of her body straining. Her hair fell across his face like silk. Her perfume touched his senses like lilacs on a hot spring night. There was too much woman here to deny, and too many lonely trails behind him.
He would have her, and he would have her now.
But Buck Halliday was still the man he always was. The gun was close by. His ears still listened for a sound that might mean danger from the place beyond their passion . . .