Word Count 506
The Gunman’s Woman Series #2
“I don’t like it when ya’ call me Madrid,” he sighed.
She put her hands on her hips. “Sometimes it’s the only way to get your attention.”
He dipped his head and sighed again. Johnny Lancer hated arguing with his wife. He hated losing. And he always lost to Jessamie. “I don’t think the twins are ready to learn to shoot yet.”
“They’re more than twelve. You taught Grady when he was twelve. Why not the twins?”
“Grady … Grady already knew what I was. Well, what I had been. The twins don’t. No one has told them. I’m just their Pa, just Johnny Lancer. I kinda like it that way.”
“You don’t have to tell them you were a gunfighter to teach them to shoot. They’ve seen you shoot before.”
“Yeah, but,” he sighed again, and then blue eyes met brown. “They don’t know how good I am. That’s just a fact. I can’t not be me teaching them to shoot and the me that would be doing it would be Johnny Madrid. They’ll ask questions, they’ll ask more questions if I get Scott or Murdoch to teach them.”
He started pacing their bedroom. Jessamie sat in one of the two the green wingback chairs that sat near the door leading to their balcony. She loved to watch him work himself into something.
“I oughta punch Scott.”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “What does Scott have to do with this?”
“He’s the one that talked us into sending Grady to Harvard. If Grady were here, I could get him to teach the twins how to shoot and make ‘em think they were doing it behind my back. That way there wouldn’t be any questions.”
Jessamie couldn’t keep from laughing at that bit of Johnny logic.
“It ain’t funny, Jessie,” he whined before he flopped down in the other chair.
“It’s a little funny.” She reached across and took his hand in hers. “Johnny, they’re going to learn about Johnny Madrid one of these days. Better to learn from you.”
“I don’t want ‘em ashamed of me … or worse … hero worshipping the gun hawk I was.”
“They won’t be ashamed of you. They love you. Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I recall Johnny Madrid saving my life and Grady’s life a time or two. Maybe I should tell them.” She dropped his hand and stood, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt.
His voice stopped her, and she turned back to him. “Johnny Madrid is a very good man. He’s the man I fell in love with.”
“Well, maybe we oughta tell ‘em together.”
“I think that’s a plan.”
“Jessie,” he started and sighed again.
He took her hand and headed toward the door. “I ain’t never taught girls to shoot before.”
“You’re Johnny Madrid, you’ll do just fine facing down two twelve year old girls.”
“Lancer girls,” Johnny added as she pulled him from the room.
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