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fully aroused. While Caroline lay back and hiked her skirt up to her navel, Fargo struggled with the cords. Only with a massive final effort did he work them over his hips enough to free his straining length.
    The moon wash was generous, and the slack-jawed woman stared at his raging manhood. “Sakes and saints! That lovely thing needs its own cage!”
    â€œI agree,” Fargo said, rolling on top of her and settling into the saddle. “Let’s put him in one right now.”
    Fargo probed the pulsating dome in between the soft petals guarding her portal and shoved half his length into her tight, slick velvet tunnel. She shuddered and raised both legs, locking her ankles behind the small of his back.
    â€œI feel filled up already,” she gasped, “but pour the rest to me!”
    Fargo flexed his buttocks and drove in her to the hilt, then began powering in and out like a steam drill, driving her to gasps and incoherent mutterings. It felt like ants biting his back as her fingernails dug into him, and soon the vigor of their coupling was moving both of them through the grass.
    â€œOh, Lord, Frank!” she cried out, “I’m gonna ex . . . plode !”
    This horny lass didn’t just come, she arrived . As she thrashed and groaned beneath him Fargo could hold back the floodgates no longer. In thrust after thrust he spent himself, collapsing on her like a rag doll.
    For a full minute their muscles felt like jelly and their breathing was ragged and uneven.
    â€œMy stars,” she finally whispered. “A man like you could make a gal an old maid for life.”
    â€œHow so?” he replied, grimacing as he tried to get his “Romeo tights” back over his hips.
    â€œWell, a stud as good as you ain’t the marrying kind. But once a woman’s had it with a man like you, she ain’t likely to settle for these sixty-second wonders.”
    Fargo was about to reply when he heard a boot scuff somewhere in the darkness beyond the hawthorn bushes.
    â€œGet dressed quick,” he whispered in her ear, “then hie on back to your camp. We might have trouble here.”
    â€œCan I come see you tomorrow night?” she whispered back.
    â€œSure,” he replied, doubting very much that he’d be here tomorrow night.
    Fargo buckled on his gun belt while she fastened her bodice and disappeared along the creek. He crept forward, Colt in hand, stepping carefully. Before long he spotted a shadow dead ahead. The intruder seemed to be intently watching Old Billy as the latter sliced salt pork into a frying pan.
    â€œSeen enough?” Fargo said behind him.
    The man whirled with surprising agility, a gun muzzle spitting red orange flame. Fargo snapped off a return shot, and the man went crashing through the brush toward the mouth of Echo Canyon. But Fargo had carelessly forgotten something about Old Billy: The Indian fighter had survived all these decades through lightning-fast reflexes—and after dark he always broke out the heavy artillery.
    â€œJim!” Fargo shouted. “Don’t—!”
    But it was too late. Fargo dropped onto his face as if he’d been pole-axed just as the big Greener roared out, splitting the silence of the canyon.

7
    Leaves and small branches were stripped just above Fargo as the load of lethal buckshot blew a tunnel through the foliage.
    â€œCease fire, you crazy son of a bitch!” Fargo boomed out. “It’s me, Scully. The other shooter hightailed it.”
    â€œWell, God’s blood, Far—Frank. Where you been? Bust your leg in a badger hole? At least pretend you got more brains than a rabbit. You know better than to approach an Indian fighter’s camp at night without giving the hail.”
    Fargo broke into the circle of firelight, brushing himself off. “I didn’t have time. Whoever was spying on you opened up on me.”
    Old Billy grunted. “Most likely bedroll killers looking to