Lesbian historical fiction/western romance & action told with humor.Shannon Manning is living the clean life of a rancher since being lucky enough to escape prison for a stage hold-up, and shes got super cute girlfriend, Billie McLeod, but shesMoreLesbian historical fiction/western romance & action told with humor.Shannon Manning is living the clean life of a rancher since being lucky enough to escape prison for a stage hold-up, and shes got super cute girlfriend, Billie McLeod, but shes also got money troubles.Wynona Stevens wasnt so lucky, but shes just now broke out of Stoneyrock Prison for Women and shed headed back to round up her old gang and get back her girlfriend, Billie Sue McLeod, whom she quickly discovers is now living with Shannon.Then theres Peggy Lynn, the cute red-headed piano player at the Blue Boot Saloon, who gets mixed up in the whole thing, along with the gangs plans for one last big stagecoach heist.EXCERPT:Wynona Stevens inched closer to the tall, gray-stoned prison wall.
Six years in prison was long enough, even if she had held up that stage coach, she reasoned. Time was a wasting. She had more important things to do with her life than working in a prison laundry and tonight was the perfect time for the break-out. She knew that the main guard on duty, old Corky Winslow, was a notoriously bad shot.Wynona reached up, fitting her fingers into a niche. She found it was like climbing a ladder, and she quickly gained the top of the wall.As she started down the other side, the white-haired guard spotted her. Corky had never been one to believe in shouting a warning.
He raised his trusty rifle to his shoulder and squinted down the barrel trying to find the sites. Failing, as usual, to locate them, he pulled the trigger anyway and hoped for the best.The bullet zinged off the wall a good five feet from where Wynona was. Corky raised the gun and squeezed off another shot, that one also missed its target by about the same distance.Corky was known to be a nervous shooter, who would fire at a shadow, hardly an evening went by that old Corky didnt fire off a round or two, so no one came running at the sound of the shots.In addition, the guards didnt much care one way or the other whether somebody made a run for it or not.
It was hard to find anyone willing to work at a prison for the low wages and long hours.Wynona slid down the wall, scraping her front and arms as she went, but not caring, and as soon as her feet touched the grass, she took off running.It was some hours before the hot, thirsty woman hobbled into the town of Tumbleweed. Locating the nearest saloon, which went by the name of The Blue Boot, she stumbled through its swinging doors and up to the long bar, practically collapsing on top of it.Whiskey.
She gasped.Sam Suede, owner and bartender of The Blue Boot, didnt blink an eye, just poured the glass and set it in front of her. Thatll be 30 cents. He said, as Wynona flung back her head and poured the fiery liquid down her parched throat.Thats when it hit Wynona - she didnt have a single cent on her!
This could prove to be an awkward situation, she realized.