The town of Cedar Bluff was the kind of place that smelled of old sweat, dust, and regrets.
Sadie pulled Fury to a stop outside the telegraph office, rolling her stiff shoulders. The sun hung high, baking the ground until even the horses looked miserable.
Sam swung down from his saddle, brushing dust from his vest. “I’ll grab supplies. You send the message?”
Sadie adjusted her hat, already feeling the sweat gathering at her temples. “Yeah. Just don’t get yourself shot before I’m done.”
Sam smirked. “Darlin’, that was one time.”
Sadie gave him a flat look.
Sam held up his hands. “Fine. No trouble.”
He wandered off toward the outfitter while Sadie pushed through the door of the telegraph office.
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