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seen them before.” She joined him.
    â€œWonder what they want.”
    â€œDamned if I know.”
    â€œHo,” the older one said and slid off his paint horse. He landed on his moccasins and held a single-shot rifle in the crook of his arm. “We want buy whiskey.”
    â€œI ain’t got none,” Wilma said. Shaking her head at them, she made a shooing motion with her hands.
    â€œNo. We want buy whiskey.”
    â€œShe don’t have any,” Slocum said to the brave.
    â€œAll white men have whiskey.”
    â€œNo, we’re Mormons,” Slocum said to him.
    â€œMormons,” the Indian said in disgust to his partners. The other two shook their heads with frowns.
    The leader bounded back onto his horse and jerked his mount’s head around, and the Indians galloped away. Slocum shook his head and hugged Wilma’s shoulder with his good arm, just about ready to laugh. “First time I ever said that to anyone.”
    â€œQuick thinking,” she said and kissed him hard. He held her buxom form against his body while their mouths sought each other’s. The effects of the kiss began to spark reactions inside him.
    Pulling apart at last, they gained their breath, still holding on to each other, and he looked to see if the bucks had kept going. They’d disappeared in the timber. No doubt they were renegades, off of some reservation where they belonged. Relieved that he and Wilma didn’t have to fight them, Slocum sighed, and his breathing came easier.
    â€œLet’s go into the house,” she said. “I’m still trembling inside.”
    He agreed and picked up the axes, and she carried the crosscut saw on her shoulder. Before they reached her cabin, he looked back to be sure. No sight of them.
    She heated water for coffee and he had to agree they’d been lucky. Seated on the ladder-back chair, he felt lots of anxiety as she built a hotter fire under her coffeepot, which was hanging on a hook over the blaze in the fireplace. In a short while, the water boiled and she added real ground coffee. Something she’d hoarded, kept back for special occasions. Digging around in a trunk, she found a bottle and, sweeping the hair back from her face, she laughed.
    â€œI knew I had some lightning.”
    â€œI think we both need a shot of that.”
    â€œAmen,” she said, gathering up her dress and heading for the dry sink. After pouring the liquor into tin cups, she delivered Slocum’s to him. They clunked cups and tossed their drinks down.
    With a smile written on her fresh-looking face, she looked him in the eye. “I think we’ve earned a toss in the hay.”
    â€œAnd waste that real coffee?” He grinned at her.
    â€œIt won’t spoil.” She began unbuttoning her dress. Slocum got to his feet and toed off his boots. The inevitable was coming and he aimed to make the best of it. Besides, it had been more than two weeks since his last bed adventure.
    Undressed, she tied her hair behind her head with a leather thong and turned the bedcovers back. He stripped off his clothing, then stepped over and slapped her bare butt to herd her into the bed.
    She obeyed with a nervous laugh and settled on her back, waiting for him to climb in on top. Under the covers, he rested on top of her belly, and she raised her knees on either side of him.
    He kissed her on the mouth. Her eyes flew open as if she was shocked, but she soon clutched his face for more and rocked underneath him. His half-filled shaft found her deep, wet pussy and soon slid in the gates.
    She squeezed her eyes shut. Then her mouth fell open in pleasure when he found her ring of fire and passed through it. She flattened her legs wide open and hunched toward his efforts. His fury grew and hers flared in response. There was a lot of woman underneath him, and he wasn’t missing any of her as her muscles inside began to contract around his thick tool. Her clit began to