Joaquin

An ambitious Tom Marsh, looking to expand his gold rush freight business, finds himself falsely accused of murdering a young girl and is tossed into the Sonora, California hoosegow along with a Mexican hombre who is himself accused of a murder he did not commit, but who could well be the most infamous bandito in California.

 

Chapter 1

He came up behind me fast, whipping his horse hard the way some guys do, and passed me driving one of those two-wheeled buggies folks make when they lose an axle in the middle of nowhere and need to get on with getting somewhere. He cut back in too close and banged into my mustang. He jerked the reins hard. His rig hit a root and flipped, dumping him and the girl.

He could’ve killed me. I hopped from my mount, ready to go to it.

The horse beater got off the ground. The girl stood up beside him brushing dust off her calico dress, neither looked like they had a scratch from the fall.

He was a tall, well-built guy with a freckled face and fire in his eyes. He walked toward me smiling wide. Before I ever saw it his fist connected with my cheek, a fast, hard punch that left me staring up at a clear blue sky, a pain on the side of my jaw.

I started to get up when I saw a boot bearing directly for my nose. I jerked my hands up to save my snoot but as I did the boot pulled back. I sprang up in a low crouch, fists ready.

The girl had both hands on his shoulders, pulling him back. That stopped him from crushing my sniffer flat into my face. She sure knew how to handle the big guy.

I was ready to go again but he grinned at me like that punch was all he wanted. He tossed his head back and laughed, teeth shining in the sunlight.

He spun, breaking the girl’s hold, pulled her close and kissed her. Then he laughed again. He was half a hand taller than my six feet and built strong, like a fighter should be. She was tall too, for a girl. With her honey colored hair straight and short she looked just fine.

“Sorry,” he said to me. “I got a little riled. We can settle this later. How about we get my buggy off the trail?” He grinned at me but I could tell his hot dark eyes looked me over close. At my slightest flinch we’d be back at it again.