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Ross had everything in place. His plan was so flawless even the best detective would have a hard time finding anything out.
The letters had been sent with all the needed tickets. The trap had been set and now they had to wait two weeks for it to spring. As the days passed, Ross wondered if he had made a mistake. They had never tried five at a time before. As soon as the thought came, he rejected it. There was no mistake. There could be no mistakes. He had thought everything through.
Of the five young women, three were quite desperate. They would be no problem at all. The other two simply wanted adventure. Adventure was something Ross excelled in doling out and the twins would get it in more abundance than they had ever dreamed.
Two more weeks. Two more weeks and he could leave Cheyenne for good. Two more weeks and he would be away from the prying eyes of the Pinkerton detective. Away from the investigation that would suddenly fizzle out and die after ten long years. Away from all the suspicious looks. Two weeks...
