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quick dash across the farmyard to the barn. She stopped by the barn and whispered a call to the dog, Tobe. He came to her wagging his tail. Sometimes in the dark he didn’t recognize her and his barking had wakened her father. Once she was satisfied that the dog would be no problem she stepped through the barn door and threw herself into the arms of Pac.
    He couldn’t wait to feel her breasts and hold her. He kissed her and whispered in her ear. “I’ve missed you, honey.
    She lifted her skirt and placed his hand between her legs. “Do it, Pac. Do it now.”
    He laughed and picked her off her feet. “Hold on, now. You can wait till we get to the loft.”
    â€œNo, I can’t. Do it now,” she giggled as she struggled free and fumbled with the buttons of his trousers.
    â€œAlright, if that’s the way you want it.” He unbuckled his gun belt and let it drop to the ground.
    She turned, lifted her nightgown over her head and flung it aside. She stepped to the manger and leaned down, taking hold of the edge. “This way, Pac. We’ve never done it this way.”
    He watched her assume the position and admired the beauty of her blond hair, five-foot stocky frame, butt and back. He stepped to her and went in easily. As they made love, she began whimpering and groaning.
    â€œQuiet, Sulky. You’ll wake your old man,” he whispered loudly.
    She increased the rhythm and clenched her teeth to keep from making more noise.
    When he finished, she turned and drew him to her for a long kiss. “Again,” she whispered breathlessly.
    â€œWhat right now? We’ve got to wait a few minutes,” he stammered.
    â€œWhy?” she giggled. “Don’t you love me?”
    â€œYou don’t have any idea how much,” he laughed.
    â€œWhy don’t you come to see me more often? I thought you’d never be back. I couldn’t wait.”
    â€œIt’s been three days. How often do you expect me to come?”
    â€œIf you’d do what Tom wants, we could be together every night. Every night!”
    â€œYour old man wouldn’t like it.”
    â€œIf we had a place of our own, he wouldn’t have a say. All he cares about is my cooking and cleaning and choring. As long as I service him every week or so, he’s happy. I don’t want him doing me no more, Pac. I want you to do me.”
    â€œI’m working on it. Things ought to break loose any day. When they do I’ll come and get you.”
    She pulled away and crossed her arms over her breasts. “You said that last time, and the time before that. I can’t wait no more.”
    He lifted her and carried her to the stall haystack. He put her down on her back and lifted her knees over his shoulders.
    She giggled and let him have his way. “I like it this way too,” she said breathlessly.
    â€œYou like it every way,” he groaned.
    â€œYes, I do. Ah, yes,” she moaned.
    II
    Black Tom Bent held up his mount and examined the ponies tied in front of the Waterhole. Three of them had Quick 5 brands. He stepped down, led his black to a hitch rail and looped the reins three times. He stepped to the boardwalk and through the swinging doors. Red Meadows, Bartello, Gamble and Burt Blake were at the bar sharing a round of Red Eye.
    â€œYou in the habit of hitting the bar in the middle of the day on my time?” Bent asked loudly.
    â€œWe are today. Colredge like to got our asses shot off,” Blake answered.
    Bent stepped to the bar and signaled the bartender for a glass. “Since I’m probably buying, let me have a few fingers.” He downed a full shot glass and signaled for another. “Now how did you boys almost get your asses shot off?”
    â€œColredge sent us out to track down a galoot named Pommel McMurphy. He put the rush on us in Nab’s office. I guess he killed Soap Withers then rode into Pampa as brazen as could be and offered to