Devil Up (A Trio of Westerns)

by T.R. Pearson

It turned out all he’d needed was a touch of motherly abuse because he quieted down and stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon.

Life was hard, and they all had jobs to do.

next thing Orla said. I can’t say that was high on my list of stuff I probably wanted to do, but when you’re a victim of hospitality, you have to go with whatever’s offered.

but none of us would ever fully catch up with Orla who couldn’t tolerate getting explained at by a man, getting told how this world should operate and how things ought to go and that a pretty thing like her ought to set her rifle down. It was the sort of talk that often launched with now, darling or aw, sugar and ended almost invariably with a corpse.