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thinking, that adds up to a hero, son. Maybe not a guy I want for my
daughter, but a hero anyway."

Yuma muttered another curse. "Look, Nate, all that's ancient history. Let's
stick to the present problem. If I'm not a guy you want for your daughter..
." He trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say, knowing only that it felt
as if life were dealing him yet another unfair blow. Wendy Tate? How was he
going to stand having that girl prancing around out here day in and day out?

"I'm not sure you are," Nate admitted quietly, settling back into his chair.
He set his mug down on the desk and regarded Yuma straight on. "I always
wanted my little girls to find men with clear eyes and a good sense of humor.
I want my girls to have someone who doesn't live with a passel of demons.
Someone who isn't so locked up in the prison of his past that he can't see he
has a future."

"

" You don't have to waro me- "

"I'm not waroing you, son," Nate interrupted ruthlessly'I know I don't need
to warn you. You did everything short of strangling her to keep her away. "
He sighed and shook his head. " I'd like her to have someone her own age,
not someone who's almost my age. I'd like her to have some young guy who
could get as excited about every little thing as she can. Somebody still
fresh enough to think life's a miracle. "

Yuma listened silently, taking it on the chin. Hell, he already knew all
this, in a general way. He was poison. Pure poison.

"But," Nate continued, fixing him with a hard stare, "should it happen she's
still got her little heart set on a friend of mine, I'm counting on that
friend to keep one thing in mind-I don't want her hurt "

Ten minutes later Yuma was alone at his desk, staring at a bottle of Jim
Beam. That bottle had been keeping him company for more than six years now,
and he still hadn't broken the seal. Would never break the seal. He kept
the bottle only because he knew that if the craving ever became intolerable,
it was there and he could get to it. Like a security blanket. Because in
some crazy way, it was easier to tell himself no when he knew he could say
yes at any time. So far the craving had never gotten so bad that he had
given in.

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That bottle was just one of the ten million reasons why he would never have
anything to do with Wendy Tate-or any other honest woman, for that matter.
Sighing now, he put it in the bottom drawer and shoved the drawer closed.
The bottle, the memories, the nightmares-the list just went on and on. Billy
Joe Yuma, who answered to nothing except Yuma, had enough trouble keeping his