Chapter 9
The tension in the cabin was getting heavy. With the situation getting dangerous, chairs began scraping against the plank floor as the rest of the men pushed them back and rose from the table.
Finally, the Pinkerton man came forward, his hand hovering over his gun. “Give it up, Dakota, there’s three Pinkerton men in here, you’ll never get away with it.”
“I don’t give a rip who they are, she’s comin’ with me.”
“Look, Dakota, you’re treadin’ on dangerous property here. Let him get his badge and show it to you.”
“Soap bubbles,” Lila shouted, getting desperate. “I was taking a bath—”
“You want the truth, cowboy?” Val said. “All right, here it is. This woman is the famous jewel thief, La Flame. We’ve had our eyes on her ever since we got on the riverboat at the New Orleans dock.
