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they’d fire at the least bit of pressure. He had to wait until those pistols were aimed away from the girl before he started shooting.
    â€œYou sure are purty, honey,” Leon said, shaking his head slowly. “Nice. Real nice.”
    â€œLet me go, you goatish bastard!” Cynthia spat at him. “Don’t you have any ­self-­respect at all? Is this the only way you can get a woman into your ­life—­by stripping her naked and tying her up and taking her by
force
?”
    By the fire, Jake laughed. “She got some gravel in her, that one. Purty and feisty. I like that!”
    Leon chuckled, showing his teeth between his lips. He set one of his pistols on Cynthia’s rising and falling belly. Longarm started to raise the Winchester he was squeezing in his hands, but he lowered the gun to the ground again when Leon raised the other ­pistol—­the one in his left ­hand—­and touched the barrel to Cynthia’s nose.
    He chuckled loudly enough that Longarm could hear him. Even hear him breathing through his nose. The man with the jutting hard-on slid the pistol very slowly down to her lips. He trailed the barrel down over her chin and down her neck. He slid it between her breasts that continued to rise and fall sharply as she breathed.
    The man lifted the gun handle and raked the barrel up and down between her breasts, chuckling. The others chuckled, too, watching from the fire.
    Flames of raw fury burned in Longarm’s belly. He squeezed the Winchester, struggled with the urge to raise the rifle and begin shooting.
    He could see clearly now that the pistol that the man was raking across Cynthia’s naked body was, indeed, cocked. The slightest pressure on the trigger would cause the hammer to smash onto the cartridge, detonating it, most likely plunging the slug into the girl’s sumptuous flesh.
    Longarm had to wait until the man aimed the gun away from the lovely heiress. Even for a second. Then there would be some blood flying around here . . .
    The man flicked the side of the gun barrel across Cynthia’s left nipple, causing the breast to jiggle. He and the other men chuckled louder. The men by the fire were shifting around lustily. One reached down to adjust his crotch.
    The man near Cynthia slid the gun barrel down the girl’s belly.
    â€œYou son of a bitch,” Longarm whispered, upper lip raised from his teeth, silently snarling.
    The man slid the gun into the dark nest between Cynthia’s spread legs. He poked the barrel inside her. Longarm could see the pink folds open.
    Cynthia writhed, groaned. She arched her back, bent her knees, fought against her stays to no avail.
    The man shoved the gun barrel in and out of her slowly, sneering down at her, showing his teeth. As he continued moving the pistol in and out of her, he lowered his head to her bosom and raked his nose up and down her deep cleavage.
    â€œYou bastard,” Cynthia cried, breathless. “Oh, you bastard!”
    The men by the fire had fallen silent now. Their heads were turned toward Cynthia and the other men. Their shoulders rose and fell slowly. One sighed heavily, shook his head, brushed a fist across his nose, and continued staring at the man fucking Cynthia with the cocked pistol.
    Finally, the ­half-­naked man raised the revolver.
    Longarm steeled himself, watching intently, his right thumb caressing the Winchester’s cocked hammer.
    The man aimed the pistol at Cynthia’s head as he shoved his pelvis and jutting cock toward her mouth.
    â€œYou suck that,” he growled. “You suck that, you little bitch.”
    Cynthia shook her head vehemently from side to side.
    The man rammed the pistol against her left breast.
    â€œYou suck it!”
    Cynthia lifted her head, turned it toward the man’s jutting member. As she let the man slide the shaft between her lips, Longarm swallowed. His mouth went dry. He shifted his gaze from