Longarm & the Wyoming Wildwomen

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A quiet glass of suds in his favorite saloon seems like heaven to Longarm. But heaven turns to hell when a harmless-looking lady walks in and guns down the drifter sitting next to him, claimin' she's got the authority to execute her own shoot-to-kill brand of justice! Now Longarm has to track down this self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner. Problem is, she ain't the only wild woman on the loose. Each and every lady Longarm meets seems to be just as wild and just as pretty. Pretty deadly that is. 230th novel in the "Longarm" series, 1998.

CHAPTER 1

U.S. Deputy Marshal Custis Long of the Denver District Court kept up on Wanted fliers, and there were not that many wanted men with flaming red hair worn shoulder length. But Rusty Mansfield had no federal warrants out on him as he sashayed in off the sun-baked street out front and Longarm, as he was better known there in the Parthenon Saloon, was salting a boiled egg to wash on down with cool suds after a long midsummer morn on courtroom duty over at the nearby federal building.

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