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    Chapter One
     
     
     
     
                It was hot as Hades a day in June of 1871. Bo Rodriguez and his partner Silk Bennett rode until the North Central Wyoming hills grew steep and rugged. Upon nearing a ledge, they pulled in the reins and peered down at the sweeping green valley below. It looked exactly as Joe had described. The breathtaking view seemed as though it was part of a make believe land-so refreshing, cool and inviting, even though the temperature hovered somewhere in the nineties. The cottonwood, which they paused under, gave them a little relief from the relentless noonday sun compared to the view below.  
                Bo stepped down off the saddle and glanced up at Silk. Did he too smell wood smoke? Someone had just cooked breakfast.
                Two corrals stood off to one side. He pulled a bloodstained, tattered, hand drawn map from his shirt pocket and held a hand over his thick black brows to block out the bright sun.
                "Yep. This has to be it."
                His back ached from a fall he took while busting broncos ten years back. It looked like his days of riding where coming to an end, and he was only thirty.
                "Joe's spread," he said to his riding buddy in a dry and raspy voice that had a hint of a Mexican accent.
                His long, lean, silky-haired, high cheek-boned partner looked over at Bo and nodded. "It looks like we've made it, amigo."
                Bo didn't know what possessed him when they had ridden in to Sheridan . He had been hot, tired and dry and should have stopped for the night, rented a room, ate a hot meal and spent the night. Maybe they would have looked presentable to Joe's Mrs. when they rode up. They just hadn't been thinking clearly.
                But he wanted to see Joe's woman. Bo felt like he knew her already from all of Joe’s stories. He'd bet his bottom dollar Silk felt the same way. Instead of cleaning and resting up in town like they should have done, they had stopped at a saloon to quench their thirst by downing a few shots of red eye with beer before they headed back down the trail toward the ranch.
                Silk looked straight at Bo; their gazes locked and Silk said, "Damn, I hate doin ' this."
                "We've gotta do it...we promised Joe."
                A sad image of their shipmate came to Bo's mind as he lit the half-smoked stogie he'd clamped between his taut lips. "Maybe she'll let us wash up and eat some supper later on." He blew out the match and flicked it down onto a large rock. Taking a thoughtful sip of fragrant smoke, he said, "I'd like to feel civilized again."
    "Don't get too comfortable in your thinkin '. She just may shoot our asses on sight, too."
                Bo nodded in agreement, raised his cowboy hat and wiped his wet brow line with the sleeve of his shirt. He moved over into the shade. "I've thought about that."
                "She'd get spooked seein ' us bad guys," said Silk with a frown.
                "She just might." He tapped his hat back onto his dark brown mane and continued, "If she's been runnin ' this ranch nigh over a year, I’d say she'd not mind doin ' it. It'd take a mighty damned tough woman to run this big son of a bitch while..." Bo's voice trailed off. "Well, hell, never mind."
                " Accordin ' to Joe she has plenty of spunk."
                Aila must have pleased him in bed. The red hot "bedtime" stories Joe had shared were so potent that weeks later, just thinking back upon them, caused Bo's dick to harden. Joe had been a friend, but damn it, he had been a bastard for traipsing off like he did, leaving her to fend for herself. Upon Joe's death, the thought of possibly having her as their own woman, sent Silk and Bo on horseback across the country, a hard ride