Chris found Lynette was quick to latch onto
his arm and announce to her sisters, "This one's mine."
"That's okay," smiled a petite brunette. "Mine
just arrived!"
Vin had just strolled in the door. "Horses are in the barn," he told Chris, who nodded. The silent communication that passed between their eyes alerted Lynette that they both knew that there was trouble about, as the man clad in buckskins leaned against the doorframe. Another fine looking man, Lynette noted. They all were. "Any sign of them?" Chris asked.
"Nah," replied Vin. A bald faced lie.
Again, Chris nodded, comprehending the trap was worse than he'd first thought. He glanced at the petite brunette who was sauntering over to Vin. She had a positive gleam in her eye, until she noticed that Vin had a slight bruise on his cheek. "Ooh," she cooed. "You poor poor man. You have been injured in the pursuit of justice, no doubt. Let me comfort you," she offered with a now sultry smile. Vin returned her smile and said, " I reckon that would be a right fine idea, Ma'am." He wasn't about to admit that the bruise was from a fight over a woman.
"Oh, call me Kelly, Mr....???"
"Tanner, Ma'am. Vin Tanner."
"Vin Tanner," Kelly cooed. "Welcome
to our humble abode." She grasped his hand and led him away
from the door.