"Don't be shocked, sweetie," I said to her. "We are after all the same. We're just at different spots on the same road." I quite doubt that," she said..."Damn," I thought. "The bitch even sounds English." There must be a school out there teaching certain skinny assed American girls how to act like they're English. I had to find the place and burn it down.Not that I have anything against the English, but I just hate anything that's fake. It's kind of a joke, like Madonna. That bitch grew up in. They will use those mavericks as an excuse for their wickedness and that's a fact."The stranger backed out of the yard fully aware that there were a half-dozen guns aimed his way and took off at a sharp trot back in the direction of the railhead and the road to Abilene with lawless streets and wild women.Dixie was perplexed because she knew the man was right on the money. There was no way this range war would be ended until the Rocking "R" riders were sent to boot hill. The feisty young girl. She shook her head. What had she ever seen in this sorry excuse for a man?"I will have a judge issue a restraining order against you, James. Do you understand? The next time you approach me, you will be arrested. You're on parole, James. You don't want to go to prison, do you?"He shook his head."Good, now go home to your mother!"The last sentence had been pure malice, but Josie felt nothing but contempt for the man she had once thought of as a partner for life. James stumbled away with people. As an assistant prosecutor, Kerrigan had tried an embezzlement case against Maurice ?Buddy? Cistulli, manager of a local caf?, who claimed Pepper, a waitress had ?forced? him to steal nearly twenty thousand dollars over a thirteen month period.Although Kerrigan had thought this excuse of Cistulli’s ridiculous, he had interviewed Pepper as a material witness, and knew she was no damn good. Discovering later that she was involved with his fianc?e, was really a disappointment.And Libby begging.