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wondered if it would have been different if he'd been a paying customer. The answer to his question echoed in his mind. Of course it would be different, you damn fool. You'd be in her bed, and not your own.
    He felt around until he found a box of matches. He struck one of them and lit the lamp on the table beside the bed. He reached first for his shirt and then the cigarettes that he knew were in the pocket. He needed a smoke. Usually after he bedded a whore, he liked to smoke a cigarette, but last night had been different. Holding her in his arms and enjoying the softness of her body next to his had overruled the need.
    After taking a long drag on the cigarette, he reached for his pants so he could find the pocket watch he always carried. It was the only thing he had left that had belonged to his father. From his mother, he had his memories, but he'd been too young when his father died for any of those.
    He opened the face of the watch and once his eyes focused, noticed it was five in the morning. Since breakfast was served at six, he'd have plenty of time to wash the sex from his cock and put on fresh clothes. His others were covered in trail dust and smelled to high heaven. When he finished work tonight, he'd take them down to the creek and get them clean.
    With his sponge bath and shave finished, he pulled on his clothes and boots before heading downstairs. The smell of bacon and eggs made him realize that last night's activities had given him a good appetite.
    He was surprised to see an older woman in the kitchen cooking, and all of the girls wearing dresses and looking fresh as daisies. “Morning, ladies,” he said, entering the room.
    "Good morning, Black,” Belle greeted him. “Girls, this is Black Conley. I hired him on last night. If everything I've heard about him is true, he can use those guns he's wearing and he knows how to work a ranch. He'll be riding with you this morning, Kate. You can show him around, especially up where we've been losing all the cattle."
    A petite brunette stepped forward. “I'm Janna,” she said, extending her hand. “I can hardly wait to get to know you better. Kate told us about last night. It should make quiet nights around here quite enjoyable."
    She stepped aside, and a saucy redhead stepped forward. “I'm Cara, and this is Lacy,” she said, introducing a pretty blonde. “We're all looking forward to getting to know you better."
    From what Kate told him last night, things could get really interesting. He could see Janna with her feathers, Lacy with her whip and Cara tied to the bedposts, all of them ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. After last night with Kate, he was getting hard just thinking about it.
    He exchanged pleasantries with each of the girls. Outside, he saw the stagecoach he'd seen earlier. It was evident that this was a regular stop for the stage line. If that were so, the reason he hadn't heard anything from the upstairs rooms could be that the girls were occupied elsewhere with the gentlemen from the stage. “So where are your overnight guests?” he asked Belle.
    "They'll be down soon,” Belle assured him. “They each have their own rooms in another section of the house. After the girls are finished with them for the night, they enjoy a good night's sleep without having to worry about waking up their companion. They all know that the girls have to be up and ready to ride at the crack of dawn. Now, if you'll tell Annie how you like your eggs, she'll fix them for you."
    Black had just finished explaining that to the cook when the passengers from the stage came down for breakfast. Most of them were fancy Dans from the East, heading for God only knew where. I certainly hope they paid well.
    He laughed at his silent thoughts. Those were the words he'd heard his mother say whenever her girls had gentleman callers. If the men paid well, there would be more money in the ranch accounts. By splitting fifty-fifty with the girls, she made damn good money and