The Damned — E. Jefferson Clay

Savage was beginning to regard this as a dull night. But he changed his mind when he stabled his horse, finished his cigar standing under the big tree by the barn, then made his way to his room to find it occupied.The lightning draw he executed as he caught the stir of movement in the gloom was as fast as ever. The hammer was back, his finger firm upon the trigger, and he was ready to blow the intruder clear through the wall if needs be.Then he realized two things simultaneously.The person in his bed was Charity.And she was naked ...