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cowboy stood in front of the couch, his hat in one hand and a partially eaten sticky bun in the other.
    “Did you have to use your gun, Sheriff? Or just the Taser?” Kenny Gene finished off the sticky bun in one bite and talked around the lump of bread. “Sheriff Winslow has a gun, but everyone knows it ain’t loaded after that accident with Buford Tyler’s prize heifer. But I bet you’re a much better shot. I bet you could hit a plug nickel from a hun-nerd yards.”
    Dusty closed his eyes for a brief second. When he opened them, Kenny Gene was still there. Although he had moved over to the bulletin board that was filled with wanted posters.
    “I’ve been lookin’ at these here pho-tos of criminals, and I think if you had yourself a dep-u-tee you could catch some of these crooks. Like this Mexican Cartel feller that escaped a couple weeks ago.” He touched the wanted poster of Alejandro Perea. A poster Dusty had studied a lot in the last few weeks.
    Alejandro had been the leader of a New York City drug ring that was tied to the Mexican Cartel. Dusty’s friend Jenna Jay Scroggs had been living in New York City at the time, and when a backpack of drug money had gone missing, Alejandro had assumed that Jenna was responsible for taking it. He showed up at the Henhouse, along with his posse of thugs, and would’ve no doubt murdered Jenna, Beauregard Cates, and the hens if Olive Washburn hadn’t intervened. Alejandro and his men had been arrested. And that would’ve been the end of the story if Alejandro hadn’t escaped during a jail transfer. The feds believed that he had headed straight for Mexico. Dusty wasn’t so sure.
    If eyes were the windows to the soul, then Alejandro didn’t have one. The eyes that stared back from the poster were black holes of emptiness. Dusty had seen the look before while working in Houston. Criminals with eyes like Alejandro’s were the most dangerous, simply because they didn’t give a shit about life—theirs or anyone else’s. Criminals with eyes like that weren’t concerned about being free as much as they were concerned with getting revenge.
    “I figure with a good dep-u-tee we could have this feller behind bars in no time,” Kenny continued. “Or this feller.” He went to tap another picture, but his sticky fingers stuck to Alejandro’s poster, ripping it from the tack. He shook his hand a couple of times, but the poster refused to come off. Which led to a crazy, hokey-pokey dance that had Cora Lee giggling.
    After the day he’d had, Dusty didn’t find it amusing. Without saying a word, he turned and walked straight into the bathroom. Once he’d placed his hat on the hook, he lathered his hands with bacterial soap and washed his face. He was lucky he’d had his sunglasses on. Very little pepper spray had gotten into his eyes. Although the skin beneath his eyes stung like hell. Or maybe what stung the most was his pride.
    Bested by a teeny bit of a girl. Or not a girl so much as a woman. She might’ve been petite, but the breasts that she smashed up against his chest were 100 percent woman. Just the thought of her full softness in the cashmere sweater brought a zing of desire. Which would explain why she’d gotten the best of him. His preoccupation with her nice breasts and curvy ass had caused him to lower his guard and left him wide open to her deceit. And what really pissed him off was that it wasn’t the first time a classy-dressed woman with a sweet smile had bested him.
    Obviously, he was a slow learner.
    The cold water made him feel better. And after rinsing and drying his face, he stepped from the bathroom ready to take on Kenny Gene. But Kenny was nowhere in sight. Just Cora Lee holding a much-needed cup of coffee.
    “I sent him for lunch,” she said as she handed him the cup. “You looked like you could use a few minutes of peace and quiet.”
    “Thanks,” Dusty said. “Will the man ever give up?”
    “It doesn’t look like it. He’s been here