Ace's Wild. Sarah McCarty

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      “Then they shouldn’t have created them,” Ace retorted.

      “I don’t think that was the plan.”

      “It’s still the result. Not like you can mistake who their fathers are.”

      Damn, now he was sounding just like Petunia.

      “It would have been better for those children if their mother had just left town with them.”

      “And leave their meal ticket?” Ace shook his head. “No way in hell. As long as those kids exist, Hester has leverage.”

      “But they don’t exist. They’re not allowed out of that awful house,” Maddie added. “And that little girl, she’s almost eight now...”

      Maddie’s voice broke. Caden rubbed her arm. The one thing Maddie knew all about was how a little girl growing up in a whorehouse lived on the edge of trouble. It made him burn to think about the life Maddie had been forced to live before coming to Hell’s Eight. Petunia was right about one thing. No child deserved that.

      Pressing her hand briefly over Caden’s, Maddie took a step back, straightened her hair and then her skirt. Ace said nothing, letting her gather her composure, regretting it as soon as she did, because she turned those soulful green eyes on him again and declared, “You need to help Hester.”

      “I do?”

      “Yes.”

      “Why?”

      “Because you’re wrong about her.”

      Ace sighed. It didn’t really matter whether he was right or wrong about Hester. When it came to the kids, Petunia and Maddie were right. The situation was getting bad. Hester needed to take those kids and leave town. Or Dougall, their father, was going to have to claim them, but they couldn’t be left to be as they were living in the whorehouse. He thought of the little girl, pretty face, pretty hair, but still a little girl and tempting to some. Unprotected except by her mother and a couple of the nicer whores, but their ability to guard her was limited. And if it was decided she needed to earn her keep, then earn her keep she would.

      “It’s a mess, and Petunia’s meddling is going to make it blow up before anything can be done.”

      “She means well,” Caden interjected.

      “She always means well.” Ace growled as the aggravation swelled within him. “She meant well when she decided every child at school should have a decent lunch.”

      “She was right,” Maddie chimed in. “They should.”

      “Except that those families that couldn’t afford it now live with the mockery of others, and Simon Laramie is gunning for her ass because the whole world now knows that he can’t feed his own kids.”

      “It’s not her fault he chose to make a public spectacle of it.”

      Simon was new to the area, and he wasn’t established, and the drought hadn’t helped. He wasn’t the only one feeling the pinch or the weather. But he was the most vocal about being made a public charity case.

      “His pride was on the line.”

      “His children were hungry,” Maddie countered.

      “She could have gone about it differently.”

      “Be fair, Ace,” Caden interjected. “You know Laramie is about as stiff-necked an ass as there is. He’d rather see those kids starve to death than admit he needed help.”

      “Well, that little mess of Petunia’s took a bit to clear up.” And he’d been the one who’d had to do it. He rubbed the knuckles of his right hand, experiencing again that satisfying moment when it’d connected with Laramie’s mouth. Petunia might be a pain in the ass but she wasn’t—as Laramie put it—a bitch.

      “But now he’s your enemy and not hers,” Maddie said as if that were the way it should be.

      “Oh, he’s her enemy, too. Make no mistake about that.”

      “But he’ll have to go through you to get to her.”

      “Shit, Ace, you might as well call Petunia Hell’s Eight and get it over with.”

      “That will never happen.”

      The look Caden shot him was almost as pitying as Maddie’s. “Uh-huh.”

      Their knowing expressions were almost as annoying as Petunia’s tendency to gather enemies in her wake. The longer Petunia stayed in town, the more her problems were going to become his, because Caden was right, he couldn’t leave her to whomever. She might be a pain in the ass, but in an odd way she’d become his pain in the ass. That being the case, she needed to get on that stagecoach. For both their sakes.

      Down the street at the church, people were beginning to meander free of their socializing. Petunia disappeared into the schoolhouse. “Somebody’s got to rein that woman in.”

      “I vote for you.”

      It was his turn to say, “Uh-huh.”

      “It’s not like she’s going to be around much longer,” Maddie argued. “Just as soon as she gets the money for a coach ticket, she’s moving on.”

      “She’s been saving for that ticket for a long time,” Caden interjected.

      Yeah, she had. And she still wasn’t gone. Mighty suspicious that. “You sure she’s planning on moving on?”

      Maddie suddenly became all business, straightening her apron and smoothing her hair. “Looks like customers are heading this way. Time to get busy.”

      The back of Ace’s neck tingled. Maddie was not the fussing type. Especially when it came to business. She was up to something. He looked at Caden. Caden shrugged and looked at his wife.

      “Out with it, Maddie.”

      She sighed and dropped the pretense. “It’s not that Petunia doesn’t plan on leaving—”

      Ace got that sinking feeling in his gut. “But?”

      Maddie shrugged. “But there were things that she felt needed doing here first.”

      “Things?” Ace asked. “What things?” What the hell had Petunia gotten herself into now?

      “You remember Penelope?”

      “Clyde Peyton’s widow?”

      “Yes. She broke her leg.”

      “Yeah, I remember. Doc set it. Said it healed fine.”

      “She couldn’t work while it was broken.”

      “And?” There was always an “and” with Petunia.

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