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prowl, filling the night with their howls and roars and screeches.
    â€œYou sure are,” Fargo said. Once again he placed his hands on the swell of her hips, and pulled her to him. Her breath fluttered on his cheek. She had the aspect of a frightened doe about to bolt.
    â€œMy, you work fast.”
    â€œHalf an hour isn’t a lot of time unless you like it hard and fast.” Fargo liked it any way he could get it, but some women weren’t fond of quick. They preferred to take their time and to kiss and fondle. Some women even had to be courted first, with a meal and flowers and a night on the town. Then there were those, thankfully few, who demanded the man get down on his knees and beg for it.
    Fargo had never begged for it in his life, and he would be damned if he ever would. Either the woman wanted to or she didn’t, and if she didn’t, he moved to greener pastures. It was that simple.
    â€œI don’t mind hard and fast—”
    â€œGood.” Fargo reached for her breasts.
    â€œâ€”provided we build up to it easy and slow.”
    Fargo cocked his head. Only a woman would say something like that. “Whatever you want.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed.
    â€œOhhh!” Angeline arched her back, her luscious lips parted. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”
    â€œDoes this hurt?” Fargo asked, and pinched her nipples. He covered her lips with his and she gasped into his mouth. He reached behind her and cupped her bottom and kneaded it while slowly easing her back against a spruce. Angeline moaned. The feel of her silken dress and the hint of delights under it were intoxicating. Their kiss went on and on, until finally he broke it.
    â€œMarvelous,” Angeline breathed huskily, her eyes hooded with burning desire.
    â€œI’m just getting started.” Fargo ran his hand from her knee to the junction of her thighs. She was warm to the touch and growing warmer. He went to hike up her dress so he could slide his hand underneath when she stiffened and pushed against his shoulders.
    â€œNo!”
    â€œWhat the matter?” Fargo hadn’t taken her for a tease.
    Angeline put her lips to his ear and whispered in fear, “We’re being watched!”

8
    Fargo spun in the direction she was pointing.
    Deep in the gloom was a dusky silhouette. The shape was human—of that there was no doubt.
    â€œIs it one of our party?” Angeline anxiously whispered.
    â€œStay here.” Fargo moved toward the silhouette, his hand on his Colt. He strained to make out details. Suddenly he realized a hand was clinging to the back of his shirt. “I told you to stay where you were.”
    â€œNothing doing. If it’s not one of ours, it could be a hostile or an outlaw or God knows what.”
    Fargo let her cling. He took a few more steps, and the shape was gone. One instant it was there; the next it wasn’t.
    â€œWhere did it get to?” Angeline asked.
    â€œHush.” Fargo suspected the person had gone to ground. He cautiously advanced until he was about where the shape had been. No one was there. He bent but it was too dark to read prints, if there even were any.
    â€œThat was scary.”
    â€œâ€˜Hush’ means ‘hush.’” Fargo stood and listened. The wind in the trees was all he heard.
    Angeline glued herself to his side and glanced nervously about. “Is it safe for us to be out here?”
    For an answer, Fargo cupped her bottom.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing?”
    â€œTaking up where we left off.” Fargo went to kiss her but she stepped back.
    â€œAfter what we just saw? How can you even think I would want to? Be sensible.”
    â€œWhoever it was ran off. We’re fine.” Fargo reached for her again.
    â€œ ‘No’ means ‘no,’ ” Angeline mimicked him, and pushed against his chest. “Take me back. I couldn’t now. I’m sorry.