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his own gun, but he wasn’t wearing his cross-draw rig. He wasn’t wearing anything at all. He was naked and had a monstrous erection, and the painted women were laughing at it. A big blonde with a mouthful of gold teeth and a Mexican gunbelt riding low on her naked hips grabbed at him as if she intended to milk him like a cow. He stepped back and discovered that another naked woman had knelt behind him on her hands and knees. He fell backward to the thick red carpet and the big blonde jumped over the girl who’d tripped him, placed her French heels to either side of his chest, and squatted. Her aim was perfect and he felt his shaft going deeply into her as she shouted, “Powder River and let ’er buck!!”
    It felt too good to be real. He decided he was having a wet dream. He wondered if he’d get to come this time, before he awoke all the way. The trouble with wet dreams was that he always seemed to wake up just as they were getting interesting. He started pumping back, but he couldn’t quite make it and he knew he’d open his eyes in the little furnished room by Cherry Creek and discover that he had to take a leak. It was purely frustrating to wake up with a hard-on and nobody there to share it with.
    *   *   *
    He opened his eyes. For a long moment he wondered where he was. Then he remembered that he was on a steamboat. The stateroom lamp was lit. Sylvia Baxter was beside him, sitting up in bed and doing something funny to his eyelids. She was stark naked. Built better than he’d expected, too. Those starched lace dickies that women wore down the front of their dresses sort of flattened things out. Her pink nipples were turned up like her nose.
    He said, “What happened? The last time we met, you had all your duds on. Then I must have passed out. I had the damnedest dream.”
    â€œIt was a dream for
me
, too!” she said. “I didn’t know you were unconscious until a moment ago.”
    â€œYou mean we—?”
    She smiled languidly. “Yes, darling, and I must say, you’re better by reflex action than my silly husband ever was wide awake. I think you’ve got a concussion. Has anyone hit you on the head recently?”
    He grinned wanly, and said, “Now that you mention it, doc, I did have a tussle with a big Irish wharf rat last night. He hit me with the wall of a whorehouse.”
    She nodded and said, “That explains a lot. I didn’t think you could be as crazy as you’ve been acting. Have you had sudden mood changes? Any nausea?”
    â€œI threw up a while back. What do you reckon I should take for this concussion, doc?”
    â€œThere’s nothing you can take. What you really need is a few nights of bed rest. If I’d known you were ill, I’d have . . . well, what’s done is done.”
    He grinned and said, “The hell you say! If I really did what I dreamed I did, I’ve got some catching up to do in the real world.”
    As he put an arm around her, Sylvia drew back and insisted, “Not in your condition. Maybe later.”
    He said, “My condition right now is hard as a poker and, what the hell, it ain’t like we’re strangers!”
    She was still insisting that he was too weak as he rolled her to the mattress and started to mount her. Then, as he got his hips between her smooth ivory thighs, she went limp and breathed, “Do be careful, dear heart. I don’t know what I’d do if you killed yourself with this foolishness!”
    He got a hand between them and guided his shaft into her moist warmth, saying, “Yeah, it’d be a tough thrill to follow, wouldn’t it? A gal who’d once come with a dead man in her would never be able to top it for an interesting experience!”
    As he slid all the way into her, she gasped in mingled pleasure and annoyance. “I think I liked you better unconscious! Must you be so vulgar about