Chapter 7
She’d learned one thing about these two cowboys. They weren’t what they seemed. Because they were dressed in all the grandeur of a guest aboard this riverboat, she’d underestimated them. They appeared as nothing more than empty-headed pretty boys, but she’d learned they were rough, tough, hard-talking, hard-riding Wild West cowboys who wore the badge of a bounty hunter.
Now, as she walked quietly between them, her nerves were staging a riot inside her skin. For the first time in her thieving career, she’d been caught in the act. She thought about the wanted poster they mentioned. She hadn’t seen it and wondered if it actually existed, or was this just another one of their tricks. How could there possibly have been an etching drawn of her?
Oh, no! She thought. If there were etc
