Edge 60: The Breed Woman

Even if a man like Edge felt like settling down, the two-street community of Ross, Oregon was not the place.
Once a gold town, till the lode was worked out, now a lumber town, but only till the timber was cut down, it was a wretched huddle of uncared-for shacks.
Nor was the meal of half-cold bacon and beans he’d just struggled through likely to let him settle for even one good night’s sleep. In fact the only issue settled was that the owner of the Golden Eagle Saloon couldn’t cook.
But most unsettling of all was the half-breed woman. Tall and flauntingly good-looking, Edge had seen her change hands in a poker game. Saw her look of resigned contempt when she went off with her new owners. Had even then an inkling that she was about to have a violently disturbing effect on his life in the near future ...