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Longarm plays bodyguard—and the job has its benefits…
Custis Long would rather have his backside branded than act as bodyguard to Congressman Howard Palmer’s ornery, ugly wife and her daughter. Seems the suit’s liberal notions about Indian reservations have Western whites up in arms. But a job’s a job. And things start looking up: since he’s been on this detail, an anonymous, veiled lady has visited his bed at night—giving him something to remember in the morning. But when assassins start shooting at the motley threesome, things get uglier than Mrs. Palmer without makeup. Even more so when Longarm realizes their real target—him…
