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  Rocky Mountain Rogue

  Rocky Mountain Bride Series, Book Five

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  Lee Savino

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  Rocky Mountain Rogue

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  Susannah Moore peered out the stagecoach window at the passing Kansas scenery: a flat, grassy plain as far as the eye could see. The trees became fewer and fewer, the farther west they traveled, until all that was left was a stretch of baked grass under a punishing sun. Other than a few rock outcroppings as they grew closer to Colorado Territory, there was no end to the prairie in sight.

  It was all very boring, really.

  With a sigh, the blue-eyed beauty pulled back the window covering and sagged back onto her seat, waving a fan in a useless attempt to dispel some of the dust and cool down. Back in Boston, the journey west seemed so exciting. After weeks of travel by train and then private coach, she knew the truth: she was hot during the day, cold at night, and dirty not even two minutes after finishing her bath in one of the hell holes they called a hotel. The whole trip was uncomfortable, she was thirsty, and the adventure was non-existent.

  Setting aside her fan, she drew out for the umpteenth time her one solace and companion on this nightmare journey: a photograph of her intended.

  Jesse Oberon had dark wavy hair, light eyes she guessed to be blue or hazel, and an unsmiling face that couldn't hide how handsome he was. His tall, lean body looked sharp in a black suit and vest, long legs encased in shining black boots, and black hat in hand. Susannah's finger traced the curve of his head and she smiled. Mr. Oberon, or as she already thought of him, her Jesse.

  The coach bounced over a brutal rut, and Susannah nearly lost her seat. Frowning, she tucked the picture away and drew back the oilcloth to shout at the driver.

  "What in heaven's name are you doing? I was nearly thrown from the carriage! Are you even paying attention to where you're going?"

  "Sorry, miss." The driver didn't sound sorry at all. "Road's a little worn here. We're almost to Colorado Territory."

  "Thank goodness," Susannah grumbled, holding on to her bonnet. She'd spent half the trip ricocheting around the inside. At least there weren't any other passengers with her, just a few trunks and bags, several of which were hers. There were no private coaches to Colorado Springs, so she'd contracted one that carried only packages. After an unpleasant experience on the train to St. Louis involving a drunken man serenading her beauty, Susannah had vowed never to travel as a single woman again. Which, once she arrived in Colorado Springs, she would no longer be.

  As the afternoon wore on, the way grew rockier. Hanging onto her seat for dear life, Susannah was grateful she hadn't eaten anything all day. The journey had certainly been hard on her body, and her clothes. Her smart riding habit and jacket had been the latest fashion when she bought it, but now, soaked in sweat and covered in dust, they weren't fit to be cleaning rags. The food had been so horrid, she'd lost weight, though today her corset felt a bit too tight. The maid who'd laced her up that morning had seemed annoyed at Susannah's exacting instructions, and taken it out on her stays.

  The road curved, and as the coach rattled on, Susannah uncovered the window again to see large, orange rock outcroppings. Craning her neck to watch them pass, she perked up with interest at the sight of billowing dust far beyond the coach's wake. Was it buffalo? Or Indians? She squinted to see.

  After a few moments, she realized it was a lone horse and rider, galloping hard to catch the coach. The road turned again and the rider disappeared behind the rocks. Susannah sat back, feeling a little disappointed. It would've been nice to see something other than dirt and scrub brush.

  The road ran along on higher ground, with a large ditch on either side. Susannah checked again, but the rider was gone.

  And then he was right beside her,
driving his horse out of the ditch to gallop up to the coach and pull level with her window.

  He was clad all in black, from gloves to boots, with a broad brimmed hat shading his face and a black handkerchief covering half his face. He rode easily alongside the coach, a shadow no one was meant to see—except she had seen him.

  As she stared out the window, he raised his head and looked straight at her. For a moment, green eyes met blue. The rider pressed a gloved finger to his mouth in an order for her to stay silent. His green eyes sparkled over his disguise, and as Susannah stared, he winked at her.

  She fell back into her seat with a startled gasp. The sudden arrival on a lone stallion, the handkerchief disguising his face, this man was no benign traveler; he was a rogue up to no good.

  Sliding to the other side of the coach, she drew back the oilcloth and stuck out her head as far as she dared.

  "Excuse me," she called up to the driver and his partner. "Did you realize there's a rider trying to catch up with us?"

  Then all hell broke loose.

  * * *

  Jesse Wilder knew the minute he'd been made. The guard next to the driver turned with a shout, gun already out. Ducking in his saddle, Jesse pressed himself flat, and slowed his horse to race behind the carriage, where the dust gave him some cover. He used the few seconds he bought himself to reach for his rifle.

  He could've shot the driver and the guard back at the pass, but where was the fun in that? Besides, he hated waste, but didn't want to drive a team of horses back to Colorado Springs. Better to let the driver live to carry back the tale of a lone bandit who took Doyle's gold.

  Of course, he hadn't reckoned on there being three of them, though. Whoever heard of a passenger on a courier coach? Someone had gotten greedy for extra fare. Of course, a slender blonde slip of a woman wouldn't weigh the stage down any, not like the big brute of a guard.

  A shot rang out and ricocheted off the ground near Jesse: the guard making a nuisance of himself. Instead of shying, his horse, Jordan, just put his head down and powered forward. Even with the driver cracking the whip, the team of four horses couldn't outstrip Jordan. The increased speed made the bumps even worse, and as the coach rocked, the guard on the rooftop almost lost his balance. For a moment, his shotgun waved in the air, but then the man righted himself, ready to make trouble.

  Jesse ducked in his saddle, keeping his head low. His stallion sped up, pulling alongside the coach again. Above him, the stupid guard was still struggling to aim his shotgun, pointing it down to where he thought the threat was, endangering the little miss in the cab below.

  Clucking his tongue in disapproval, Jesse directed Jordan to run flat out beside the coach. He hated to see bad gunmanship almost as much as he hated anyone associated with Doyle. Any man who made so free with a firearm was a menace to everyone around him. Jesse would be doing the world a favor, really, by putting him down.

  Slipping one foot out of the stirrup, Jesse put the stallion's body between him and the flying cab. In his precarious position, he balanced and raised his shotgun. Aiming with one arm, he steadied his body as best he could on the galloping horse. Jordan kept on charging; Jesse could shoot a fly out from between the stallion's ears and the horse wouldn't flinch.

  The bald, hulking man by the driver would be one of Doyle's henchmen, usually a thug one step away from being an outlaw. Jesse had seen what Doyle's men had done to a prostitute up in Denver, and had no reservations about shooting the thug dead. Which is exactly what he did. Jesse's luck held, and with one bullet and one carefully aimed shot, and the big guard jerked backwards and flew off the coach.

  The driver flapped the reins in horror, driving the horses on even as the body of Doyle's man bounced on the side of the road.

  "Stop the coach," Jesse shouted. "If you stop it now, I promise you won't die." He raised his gun to take aim at the driver's hands. It would be a shame to hurt an innocent hire, but it was the driver's choice.

  The first shot went wide by design, and Jesse readied his rifle for another, but the warning was enough. Crying out, the driver reined the horses back hard, and the coach stopped a hundred feet down the road in a great cloud of dust.

  Jesse nudged Jordan forward, gun trained on the place where the driver would be. "Put your hands up. This is a robbery. Obey and I swear on my mother's grave you won't be harmed."

  The driver yelped and dropped his weapon, and Jesse felt he'd finally gotten a piece of luck. The man was a coward, and probably not attached to Doyle.

  Jesse dismounted and started walking up the side of the coach. "I have my gun on you," he called. "Just keep your hands in the air and I promise you'll survive. This coach has something of mine—"

  He reached the side of the coach, just as the door swung open and caught him on his side. He staggered with the blow, and then a shrieking weight hit him.

  Jesse went down under the human missile. He landed on his back in the dirt, scrabbling with his attacker, who seemed to be wearing a copious amount of frothy petticoats. Whenever he got a grip on the fabric, the fancy cloth slipped through his fingers. He redoubled his efforts, and the sweet smelling bundle turned into a hurricane of scratching nails, ear piercing squeals, and flying blonde hair.

  He flipped her onto her back and stared down at the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. Dirty blonde hair, pink lips, pert nose: the little miss would be lovely, if she wasn't such a screaming harpy.

  "Madam, you will be silent." He shook her. For a second the lady seemed stunned into silence, staring up at him. Then her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fainted.

  Jesse took the opportunity to check on the driver, who watched the whole event silently, his hands still in the air.

  "Good man," Jesse said, still in control even though his arms were full of woman and his rifle lay beside him on the ground. At least his handkerchief was still in place. "I just want something in the coach that's mine. And then I'll let you on your way."

  "Could you take her too?" the driver asked hopefully.

  Jesse glanced down at his lovely armful and realized she hadn't come awake from her faint. As a man of the ladies, he could guess why.

  Cursing, he flipped her over and tore at her dress, growling as he ripped at the tiny, delicate buttons. Goddamn women and their many layers. Usually he enjoyed this part and took it slow, but he had no time now for a fancy damsel who tied her stays too tight for some stupid fashion.

  First the dress and the over-petticoat, and then he'd burrowed enough to find her corset. Drawing a knife out of his boot, he cut her stays and clapped the woman on the back. When she started gasping for air, he pulled off his glove and loosened her drawers so he could run his hand across her torso and down her slim waist and hip, checking for broken ribs. His rough hands caught on her silky skin, but there was no hurt, nothing but lovely, unblemished flesh, visible under the silky layers.

  Jesse ripped off a strip off her fine drawers and bound her wrists while the woman heaved and coughed and drew air into starving lungs. With his help, she came up into a sitting position in his lap. A few seconds later, she realized her dress was gaping open, then discovered her hands were bound. Color came into her cheeks as she stared at him, open-mouthed. Jesse took the opportunity to give her a cheeky grin, which, even hidden by the handkerchief, more than implied how he felt about her in his lap.

  She immediately regained her pique. "What is this? You villain! Untie me at once."

  Deciding he didn't like the haughty tone in her voice, he turned her over his lap and smacked her bare cheek. She yelped and stilled.

  Jesse liked that reaction so much he did it again, then took a fist of the dirty blonde hair and pulled her head up slightly. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt."

  She grimaced and he tugged her head back further, his grip a little tighter. "Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir," she whimpered.

  Jesse paused at the breathless answer, then decided he liked it. "Good."

 
He became aware of her curvy body pressed up against his, and almost groaned when she wriggled against him. It'd been too long since he'd had a woman. He'd abstained ever since he'd invited his bride to meet him in Colorado Springs. And now here was a lovely piece of calico just like he liked them, bound and half undressed.

  A snort from his horse reminded him of his mission.

  "Stay put," he told the lovely baggage, and deposited her on the ground.

  "Damn you to hell," she said.

  "Such fine language for a lady," he tutted. "Someone should teach you manners."

  Out of the corner of his eye, Jesse saw the driver nodding in agreement.

  Well, no one said business couldn't be pleasurable.

  Instead of rising, he grabbed the lady's arm and hauled her up over his lap. He smacked her rump once, as she struggled to free herself. Her hands were tied before her, so she couldn't manage to reach back to protect her bottom. Jesse caught her bound wrists anyway, and held them out in front of her. He drew his thigh over hers, using the weight so that she couldn't kick her feet. The woman stilled under him, as if realizing she was completely pinned at his mercy.

  "That's better," he chuckled, and brought his hand crashing down over and over again.

  She screamed and kicked and flexed her hands in their bonds.

  Jesse felt himself grow impossibly hard and gritted his teeth. What he wouldn't give to be able to smack her bottom rosy, then set her on her knees and order her to use her mouth to please him, while he pinched her nipples to teach her.

  "This will teach you to mind, little lady."

  She growled in frustration, writhing with all her might, and he redoubled his efforts until she settled down. Her bottom cheeks warmed to a delicious red before he stopped.