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into a steady motion. Her body was just the right size for him to reach forward to cup her breasts as he continued to thrust between her legs.
    â€œKeep it up,” she pleaded. “That’s the—” Suddenly, Danielle’s entire body tensed and she drew in a sharp breath. When she climaxed, Clint could feel her tightening around him and could hear the wood of the barrel creaking as she pressed herself against it even harder. He plunged into her once more as deep as he could, which was more than enough to send her over the edge.
    Seeing her positioned in front of him with her plump backside once again in his hands was almost enough to push Clint to the edge as well. She was still moaning as he started pounding into her. He gripped her hips tightly and let his instincts tell him what to do from there and how to do it. Those instincts had never led him astray before, and they sure didn’t now. Within a few more moments, he could feel his own pleasure building up inside.
    Clint leaned back and drove into her one last time. He climaxed hard enough to take his breath from his lungs. When he was able to draw another one, he realized he was gripping Danielle’s hips a lot harder than he’d intended. Relaxing his hands, he rubbed her bare skin and took a step back. “Sorry about that,” he said.
    She straightened up and turned around to face him, naked from the waist down while lazily buttoning her shirt. “You shouldn’t be. I had you pegged as a man that could curl my toes, but damn!”
    â€œGood,” Clint said. “Because I sure as hell am not sorry.”
    As she hiked up her jeans, Danielle wriggled her hips and smirked at him. “By the way, thanks for fetching my horse.”
    â€œAnd thank you for putting mine up free of charge.”
    â€œFree of charge?” As she walked past him, Danielle tapped Clint’s chest. “You’re gonna have to work for it, mister.”
    Suddenly, Clint wasn’t so opposed to spending some more time in Larga Noche.

EIGHT
    The sun was barely making its presence known in the western horizon when Clint returned to the Dig Dog Saloon. Although Third Avenue and Sharp Bend were considerably busier than the last time he’d been there, Leo’s place had only a few more occupied tables than before. The most welcome change that Clint noticed was the stage show. A fiddler now sat beside the guitar player, and Madeline was strutting back and forth while singing a lively tune. When she saw Clint enter, she gave him a pretty smile and a nod. He acknowledged both with a tip of his hat.
    Leo was still behind the bar, and even though there were less than half a dozen men standing there drinking, he acted as if he was attempting to serve the entire town. Clint chose a spot at the end of the bar farthest from the door and waited for a drink. Eventually, Leo graced him with his presence.
    â€œI didn’t think you were coming back,” Leo said.
    â€œI did my job,” Clint replied.
    â€œExactly. So why are you here?”
    â€œBecause I only received partial payment. Gregor said you’d pay the rest upon delivery.”
    â€œOh,” Leo said with a wince. “That’s right. I nearly forgot. Just a moment.”
    When Leo turned to head for the till, Clint said, “I’ll take another beer while you’re at it.”
    Leo removed some cash from his night’s receipts and filled a mug from the tap. Handing the money over, he nervously eyed the rest of the place as though he were handling a king’s ransom. Nobody else seemed to take notice, which didn’t make him feel any better.
    Since Clint hadn’t taken the job to get rich, there wasn’t much cash to count. There was enough to cover the rest of the fee he’d been promised, so he pocketed the bills and reached for the mug of beer.
    â€œThat’ll be twenty-five cents,” Leo said.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œFor the