ear. Of course, there was always the possibility that the warden already knew about it. Perhaps he was also part of it. Clint couldnât know that without speaking to one of the women, but so farâafter a week in Yuma Prisonâhe still hadnât been able to do that.
In fact, after a week, heâd accomplished very little.
*Â *Â *
Danny dropped his pants, bent Amanda over the bed, and entered her from behind. Ace continued to paw her while Danny fucked her. She didnât mind Danny so much. Even erect, he had a small penis that she could accommodate with no problem. When Ace took her from behind, she felt like she was being torn up. It seemed like today she was just going to have to put up with a few bruises from the big guy, and not the usual abuse.
Danny grunted and groaned and emptied into her, then withdrew. Hopefully, they were done with her. But when she stood up and turned, she saw that Aceâs cock was hard again.
âOn your back, baby,â he said, stroking himself. âDaddyâs got somethinâ for ya.â
She obeyed, got down on her back, and opened her legs for him. As he drove his massive erection into her, she closed her eyes and tried to take herself somewhere else . . .
*Â *Â *
Amanda had heard that the Gunsmith was in Yuma. She had also been hearing talk about some of the prisoners wanting to kill him. She wondered how effective he would be as a killer without his gun. If they tried to kill him, and he managed to survive, maybe he was somebody sheâd be able to use while he was in Yuma.
She had to think of a way to meet him, get to talk to him, maybe get to know him a little, and win him over to her side. With somebody like the Gunsmith on her side, maybe she wouldnât have to put up with the indignities heaped upon her by these guards anymore.
TWENTY-TWO
P RESCOTT, A RIZONA
E ARLIER
Clint and Hannah found Ben at the house, waiting for them.
âHey,â he said when they walked in, âI was lookinâ for you two.â
âI was looking for you,â Clint said, âran into your mother along the way. She offered to bring me here to see if you were here.â
âI went to the café, Ma,â he said. âYou left the lights burning when you locked the door.â
âI realized it later, dear,â she said. âI went back and doused them.â
âWhy were you looking for me?â Clint asked.
âI found somebody you can talk to about Harlan Banks,â Ben said.
âWho?â
âA desk clerk,â he said. âHeâs a friend of mine. Banks stayed at his fatherâs hotel, where he works.â
âWell, letâs go and talk to him,â Clint said. âMaybe he can save me the bother of having to go to this meeting tonight.â
Ben looked at his mother.
âGo ahead,â she said. âI have to get myself washed up. When youâre done, you can both come back here. Iâll have a pot of coffee on.â
âSounds good to me,â Clint said. âLead the way, Ben.â
*Â *Â *
Ben took Clint to Kelloggâs hotel, found his friend Larry still behind the desk.
âIs your Dad around, Larry?â Ben asked.
âNaw, not tonight.â Larry was staring at Clint with eyes as wide as saucers.
âLarry, this is my friend Clint Adams,â Ben said. âClint, this is Larry Kellogg.â
âHello, Larry.â
âMuhâMuhâMr. Adams.â
âRelax, Larry,â Clint said. âThereâs no need to be nervous. Understand?â
âYuh-yuh-yes.â
âGood,â Clint said. âBen tells me you know something about Harlan Banks.â
âUm . . .â Larry said.
âCome on, Larry,â Ben said. âTell him what you told me.â
âUh, well, Mr. Banks did have a room here, but then he disappeared, and a page was torn out of our register.â
âWho tore it
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