Jessica Sanders would be grateful when the uncomfortable coach
finally reached Brokengulch just over the Red River in Texas. Everything would
be in place by now. She’d take up residence at The Cowboy Saloon and wait for
her associate, whomever that may be, in the Sheldon case to make contact.
She
didn’t relish playing the saloon girl when a respectable schoolteacher
assignment would have been more to her liking. Mr. Pinkerton had argued a good
point, and she, for once, couldn’t find fault with it. As a schoolteacher, she
couldn’t be seen at any of the less than respectable establishments Royce
Sheldon might frequent. It wouldn’t be proper for a teacher to be speaking with
the likes of gamblers and others who found solace in the saloon. Whereas
working in the saloon offered the perfect setting to obtain any news that would
lead to his arrest.
She conceded and landed the part of Diamond LaRue to keep an eye out for Blue Eyes. According to the stream of Pinkerton informants, Royce Sheldon was reported to be making his way to Texas where rich ranch widows would be easy targets. She’d heard he could charm the stripes off a tigress then convince it to stroll into a lion’s den without a second thought.