Wild Hearts

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Zeke Titan had long believed there was nothing more beautiful than Texas…except maybe a willing woman. He’d been missing both for the better part of six months, which explained why he was riding shotgun on a freight wagon, instead of waiting for the daily coach that traveled between Dallas and Titanville.

His business and the cold Yankee winter had kept him away from home for far too long. And the beautiful ladies of New York and Boston hadn’t tempted him as they once had. He couldn’t say if he had lost the enjoyment of the chase or if he simply missed Titanville.

He’d been born under a lucky star, at least that’s what everyone always said. He’d never met an enemy he couldn’t turn into a friend, had yet to lose money on any enterprise he invested in and he couldn’t be beat at cards. A good life, he told himself. Then why did he feel so restless?

The freight wagon rounded a bend in the road. Up ahead he saw the familiar shapes of the buildings of the town. As always, a group of people stood waiting for the arrival of the bi-weekly freight wagon. There would be supplies for the dry goods store, a sewing machine or two, building material, fabric and whatever else it took to keep a household running. Zeke wouldn’t know. He’d been living in the Titanville hotel since he was sixteen when an ace of spades had turned him from a poor orphan into a rich man.

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