The Outlaw's Return. Victoria Bylin

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      When she stayed silent, J.T. turned back to Augustus. His lips tipped into a smile. “There’s nothing I like better than chasing off a bully. Thanks to you, I got to run off three of them.”

      When Augustus rolled his eyes, Mary realized J.T. was telling the story for her benefit.

      “Yeah, they were big,” he continued. “Mean, too. You’re going to have a glory of a shiner.”

      Augustus made a face.

      Instead of offering pity, J.T. laughed. “Welcome to the club, kid. You’ll be fine in a few days, but I’ve been wondering… Has this happened before?”

      Augustus looked down at his feet. “S-s-sort of.”

      Shivers ran down Mary’s spine. “It has to stop. We’ll go to the sheriff.”

      J.T. looked exasperated. “Don’t waste your breath.”

      “We have to try,” she insisted.

      “Fine,” he answered. “But there’s not going to be a deputy in the alley next time Augustus gets waylaid. We need to solve this ourselves.” He’d said we. He didn’t have that right. Her eyes snapped to his profile, but he was looking at her brother. She knew he could feel her gaze. He was dismissing her the way he’d walked out on her in Abilene. She wanted to tell him to leave Swan’s Nest now, but the situation with Augustus complicated everything.

      The boy kept his eyes on J.T. “They w-w-ant me to steal from…” he looked at Mary, pleading with her to understand.

      She repeated for him. “They want you to steal from…?”

      “Y-you!”

      “Me?” Her brow wrinkled.

      J.T. kept his focus on her brother. “Let me take a stab at this. Those guttersnipes know you’re Mary’s brother, right?”

      “Yes,” Augustus managed.

      “They know she runs the café.”

      The boy nodded.

      “They want you to take money out of that cash box she keeps just inside the kitchen.”

      Mary frowned at him. “How do you know about that box?”

      “I saw it.” His smirk reminded her that he’d ridden with the Carver gang before he’d become a hired gun. J.T. would never steal from her, but he knew how to do it. “You work hard, Mary. Put that box somewhere else.”

      “I will.”

      He turned back to her brother. “Do you know who these bullies are?”

      In fits and starts, he described how they’d cornered him one day when he’d been running an errand. They’d threatened to beat him up unless he brought them five dollars. He refused, and for the past week he’d been afraid to leave the café. Today they’d followed him to Swan’s Nest.

      Mary’s heart bled for him. “Sweetie, why didn’t you tell me?”

      He jerked his head to the side, but not before she saw hurt in his eyes. She smoothed his hair. “I’ll fix it, Augustus. I promise. I’ll talk to their parents. I’ll—”

      “Stay out of it,” J.T. said quietly. “This is your brother’s fight.”

      “But he’s so young,” she argued. “And he’s small for his age. He can’t protect himself.”

      “I say he can,” J.T. replied. “He just needs to learn a few things.”

      She agreed, but he didn’t need to learn them from an outlaw-turned-gunslinger. What could J.T. possibly teach the boy? How to beat someone into pudding? How to gamble and lie? How to charm a woman and break her heart? She didn’t want him anywhere near her brother. Augustus was a gentle, tenderhearted boy who liked to whittle and play checkers. He didn’t need J. T. Quinn in his life. He needed an older man who’d teach him to be respectful.

      J.T. looked at her for five long seconds, then he sat back in the chair and studied the boy. “Those lessons are starting right now.”

      She gasped. “Now wait just a minute—”

      J.T. stayed focused on Augustus. “We’ll start with your name. From now on you go by Gus.”

      “Gus?” The boy copied him.

      “That’s right.” J.T. shifted his boot to his knee. “No more of this ‘Augustus’ stuff. It’s a terrible name. Half the time even I can’t say it.”

      The boy giggled. Mary refused to crack a smile, though her lips quivered. J.T. had a point. For a boy who stuttered, Augustus was a torture.

      J.T. shook his head with mock drama. “How’d you get such an awful handle anyhow?”

      The boy shrugged, but Mary knew. “He was born in August. Our mother loved the summer.”

      The man grimaced. “It’s a good thing he wasn’t born in a girly month like June.”

      “Or-or J-Januar-r-r-y!”

      The three of them laughed until Gus hugged his ribs. “It h-h-hurts!”

      But Mary knew it felt good, too. She hadn’t heard her brother laugh in a long time.

      Breathing light, the boy turned to the man. “Th-thank you, Mr. Quinn.”

      “Call me J.T.” He sounded gruff.

      Mary wanted to forbid the friendship, but she couldn’t deny the excitement in her brother’s eyes. For the first time since he’d arrived in Denver, confused and hurting after their mother’s passing, he’d connected with someone.

      J.T. pushed to his feet. “Get some rest, Gus. I need a word with your sister.”

      “S-sure.”

      Mary needed a word with him, too. If he thought he could weasel his way into her life by helping her brother, he’d be wise to think again. She had to keep this man as far from her family and friends as she could. Since he’d found Gus close to Swan’s Nest, it was evident he’d been coming to see her. She wanted to know why.

      “I’ll be back,” she said to Augustus—Gus now.

      As she stood, J.T. offered his hand as if the boy were a grown man. “I’m proud to know you, Gus.”

      Her brother gripped J.T.’s fingers and shook hard. “I—I—uh—M-me, t-too.”

      J.T. let go and put his hands on his hips, pulling back the duster enough to show his guns. “Every man takes a beating now and then. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he doesn’t. Those jerks today were bigger than you—older, too. You didn’t steal the money like they wanted, so stand tall.”

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