Savage (Clay)

"Well, what do you think?" he asked at last."Of what?""Of me. You've given me a good enough lookin' over to be sure you know me next time.""I think you've got broad shoulders and slim hips, stranger. But we both know that don't make a man, don't we?"Savage grinned, "Dead right, Scarlett, dead right."She paused, "What are you called?""Savage.""It fits.""So I've been told.""Plan to stay around, or just passing through, Savage?""Stayin'. That's if you've got accommodation?""I think I can accommodate you," she said, leaving him wondering if the double meaning had been accidental.After a moment he went back to his shaving. He hadn't been too impressed with Catclaw at first glance, but it was starting to look more interesting. If he could just get some low-life train bandit to show his ugly face inside the next couple of days, he wouldn't have a complaint in the world . . . Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Savage was beginning to regard this as a dull night. But he changed his mind when he stabled his horse, finished his cigar standing under the big tree by the barn, then made his way to his room to find it occupied.The lightning draw he executed as he caught the stir of movement in the gloom was as fast as ever. The hammer was back, his finger firm upon the trigger, and he was ready to blow the intruder clear through the wall if needs be.Then he realized two things simultaneously.The person in his bed was Charity.And she was naked ... Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Slowly he saw the girlish mischief fade from her face to be replaced by something infinitely deeper and stronger. He set his empty glass aside, not taking his eyes off her. She did likewise. They embraced, and at first they kissed gently and hesitantly. But then an urgency came into it. She kissed him eagerly, hungrily, and her hands moved over his body. It had taken a long time with this angel-faced gift … but suddenly Savage felt that old familiar feeling again. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Her robe slipped from her shoulders and she stood naked before him. Savage reached for her gently, almost reverently. The light was turned down and a silver haze of moonlight drifted through the window of the hotel room."Help me forget, Clinton." Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

He put his arms around her and rubbed her back, like a man trying to warm his hands. She seemed to like it, so Savage rubbed some more, giving his hands more latitude. Marylou sighed and grew warm against him. She gave a startled gasp when his lips found hers; she hadn't even considered the possibility of anything romantic, what with her father snoring not a hundred feet away, and two men laying dead close by. Once implanted, however, the notion took hold of her swiftly. It was no time at all before Clint Savage found that another of his hunches had come true.There was nothing under her robe but her sweet, soft body. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Savage kept right on running as though the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels, so fast in fact that the big sombrero tumbled off just as he raced beneath a light."It is Savage!"Suddenly there was gunfire in the valley night, the wicked lead droning around him as he did an impression of an antelope in full flight.The wild shooting didn't hurt him, but the fall did. In the darkness, he ran headlong into a pit as dark as a pawnbroker's soul. He cartwheeled and cracked his head against a large stone that didn't give an inch. The sky seemed full of shooting stars and Roman candles as he clawed his way out the far side, cursing like a muleskinner. What price excitement now, Savage? And where had he left Stud? His brain was so addled he couldn't remember, and the loud voices and the thump of running feet drew closer. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

They passed a solitary tree that had witnessed a hundred years of prairie history. Brendan stared back at it. Once they had hanged a man there, a bounty hunter who tried to poison their coffee after posing as a miner down on his luck. The Donovans hated lawmen, solid citizens, rich people and anybody who didn't speak with an Irish accent, but most of all they hated bounty hunters ... especially the tough ones.If nothing else, Clint Savage had shown he was tough enough. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Savage made a wild grab for the door but found it locked. He ducked instinctively as Colt thunder erupted beneath him. A bullet burned his forearm as Savage yelled to Angela to open the door. But it remained steadfastly shut while a badly-leaking Johnny Dukes was doing his level best to knock him off the landing.Only one thing left to do.Getting his back against the wall, Savage braced his boots against the heavy rail, summoned every ounce of strength and bad temper, and heaved.For several seconds, with the Texan still firing at him like a fool, it seemed the stairs were going to hold. Savage gave it the last of what he had. A tearing sound was followed by the groan of protesting timbers and next moment Savage was hanging by one hand to a brass door handle as half a ton of staircase plummeted thirty feet into the alleyway below. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

You don't cross Clint Savage if you want to go on living.Savage's Colts roared, and he got three or four shots away before the return fire lashed back at him, sending him into a headlong dive that skinned his elbows and made him drop one gun.Sprawled on his belly, he listened to the rattle of gunfire and the whine of the ricochets as lead zipped overhead.The gunfire faded, and as quickly as it had come, the formidable procession swept away between the buttes.With his chin resting on his fist, Savage watched the dust climb and slowly fade in the heated air.He began thinking of death.Not his.Theirs. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

It would have been funny if things weren't so serious.Savage was ready to go on with the gun duel when, through the rising dust and atop the false front of the general store on the south side of the square, he caught the glint of sunlight on gunmetal. He sighted the hunched figure of a man in military blue lining Jimmy Ringo up in his sights.And at the top of the street, uniformed figures on horseback appeared.Kirk was back!There was no time to shout a warning. Savage drew and fired. The sniper toppled and nose-dived twenty feet to the street. Realizing what was happening, Ringo cut loose as troopers charged, and in moments Ringo, Savage and Yaqui Joe were hightailing for the nearest exit from the square. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Savage ran like fury. An officer was bellowing pointless orders and men were fanning out across the top of the bluff to search for the intruder.Savage had doubled back to the primed but unattended field guns. Sweating and straining, he dragged them out of line so that they were facing each other. Then he crouched behind the end gun, clutching the gunner's punk and furiously working the vesta until it produced a spark. Not good enough. He tried again and the punk began to smolder.Savage gave an evil grin and a yell of triumph that was swallowed in the flash and roar of four field guns firing on each other and exploding into deadly shrapnel that whizzed across the bluff like grapeshot.He was over the rim already, but the blast wave carried him further. Behind him the bluff was erupting like a volcano of dirt and rock and shredded bodies. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

Bullets droned overhead. The enemy knew where he was but could not see him. But soon Savage could see them, one of them at least. It was a Mexican standing in a shielded doorway with a rifle to his shoulder and blasting at the gate house.Savage took his time aiming. His bullet caught the Mexican in the temple, spattering tissue all over the red brick wall.Savage lay on his side, feeding fresh bullets into the magazine. Soon he heard hoofbeats. The ambushers were making a run for it. But he still hadn't identified who they were until, running away to his left to gain a sweeping view of the battle scene, he saw the band of horsemen thundering away.The biggest of the party glanced back once over his shoulder … and Savage recognized the striking features of Vinny St. Claire! Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay

With yelps of triumph, the two surviving Comanches appeared on opposite sides of the staggering figure as Savage burst from the trees.He was so dazed he was unaware that the riders had been able to accurately trace his progress through the woods.He waited for the bullets to hit, but the Comanches weren't shooting. Instead they came charging down on him, screaming and brandishing their rifles, and an even more fearful thought than that of death hit him hard.They wanted to take him alive!And that would be worse than any death known to man. Savage is a new adult western series written by the late Australian author, Paul Wheelahan, under the pseudonym of E. Jefferson Clay