The Outlaw Takes A Bride
Copyright 2011 Sylvia McDaniel
Tanner Burnett sat in the stagecoach dressed like a banker, the string tie around his neck feeling like the noose he’d been running from for the last ten years. The wooden coach rocked and rattled along the bumpy road, dust rising from the spoked wheels, through the open window, and settling on the black suit he detested.
God, he didn’t want to be here, dressed like this, waiting. Yet there was no way to change the past, and he didn’t feel like trying. But there was a box of gold on this stage; the contents of the strongbox could go a long way toward his freedom.
He sighed and glanced across the seat at the beautiful young woman with burnished red hair and hazel eyes; she was the only thing about this trip that had been pleasant so far. She’d definitely made the scenery much better than the rolling hills of the Texas hill country.