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yet so far from all the pain and suffering
of his world. If he could get to her, she’d drive the demons
away.
    Her head came up as he approached. The
anguish must have showed in his eyes. Taking his hand, she led him
to the private place within their world behind the falls. His
erection ached with need. Her eyes burned into his, as she dropped
the simple skin of the dress she wore. Nothing stood between his
hands and her skin except distance, which he eliminated
immediately. “Celia…” Like a breath, he whispered her name. His
lips searching for hers found her moist and receptive. Slowly, the
tension loosed and the pain ebbed with her touch. She was warm and
pliant under his rough hands. He appreciated her giving so freely
as his hands traveled down to the v between her legs. Her juices
slicked her inner thighs. A glance up found her eyes closed with
his touch. His tongue tasted her core, the quivers sending pre cum
slipping from his head. Allowing him entry, she moaned softly as he
slid two fingers inside her wet folds. No more waiting, he vowed as
with a swift tug, he laid her flat atop the rock and drove his cock
deep inside her. Her cry of delight sent the blood surging to his
erection. No one understood like Celia. No one loved him like her.
He’d never leave her, never. His father could go to hell for all he
cared. She bowed up with the urgency for more. He gave all he had,
plunging deeper and deeper with a shaft he could have sworn was
made of stone. Her cry of release came to him from somewhere
outside his own body as his climax had him shuddering with
satisfaction.
    In her arms, slick with perspiration, he
collapsed and fell into a fitful slumber where gun’s fired in the
darkness and blood ran freely. The stampeding cattle thundered
across his face and he heard the screams of those he couldn’t
save.
    Jerking upright on the rock, Seth sucked in
air. With a shaky hand he glanced around as his eyes grew accustom
to the darkness once more. She lay quietly on her side, her soft
bronze skin shown in the sparkles of moonlight reflecting off the
waterfall. Slowly, his heart rate steadied as he recognized he’d
been dreaming and nothing more. Still, the need to get back to
Charles had him rising to search for pants.
    Celia roused and shoved at her hair. “Where
are you going?”
    “I have to get back to town. Charles is in
bad shape and I have to be there.”
    Her brow furrowed with worry. “What
happened?”
    Rather than tell her the truth, Seth hedged
with a white lie. “He ran into some trouble out on the range and
got shot and stomped by a cattle stampede. Father Samuel did all he
could for him.” Seth swallowed and crouched beside her.
    Her eyes searched his.
    “He said his life was in God’s hands
now.”
    Reaching up, she feathered her hand along
his jaw. The softness of her touch reminded him of an angel come to
earth. How could she be real? “I will send up a sacrifice to the
Great Spirit. You will see – everything will be all right.”
    Wishing the whole situation were that
simple, Seth smiled for her. Her words, though full of innocence,
he held with reverence. Celia was pure and untouched by the cruelty
of the world around them. What he wouldn’t give to make sure she
remained so. Nothing in the world could stop him from loving her,
nothing…
    ***
    Smoke curled from the adobe chimney of the
mission. Seth tied Sarge to the post outside and strode in to face
the news however bad it proved. If he lost his friend to the damn
rash of cattle rustling, he vowed he’d leave no stone unturned
until he found those responsible.
    Father Samuel met him at the door of the
small hut where only the night before he’d brought Charles for
help.
    Too scared to get the words out, he waited.
Father Samuel stood stoically within the frame of the small
entrance, his mouth forming a thin line. His brown eyes held
something Seth swore looked like compassion. The smell of burning
oak wafted past him and he found