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That should piss him off royally."
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    If he thought his words would shock or hurt her, he was wrong. He felt her lay her cheek against his back and tighten her grip around his waist as they rode. Of course that could have been because he had set his mount to a fast gallop, but something told him it wasn't. He could feel her warm breath through his shirt and it made his cock as hard as steel, something he just simply didn't understand.
    As he neared the cabin, he slowed the horse and took out his six-shooter, lifting it to fire two rounds into the air, waiting to the count of five and firing one more.
    "Are you letting that Snake person know we're here?" she asked.
    "Aye," he said and drummed his heels lightly against his mount. "She'll be less likely to shoot first and ask questions later."
    He felt her sit up straight behind him. "She?" was her instant query.
    Harper set the horse to a fast trot and they entered a copse of trees behind which sat a weathered cabin that looked deserted but as he reined in, the click of a rifle made him turn his head to the left.
    "How's it going, Snake?" he inquired, throwing a leg over the horse's head to slide to the ground.
    "I could be better," came the reply, then an older woman dressed like a man sauntered from around the side of the cabin, a rifle held in the crook of her thin arm. She hawked up a wad of phlegm and spat it on the ground, wiped the back of her free hand across her mouth. "See you accomplished your goal."
    Harper held his arms up to Peyton. "That I did."
    Peyton leaned toward him, allowing him to help her down from the horse. She kept eyeing the woman standing by the cabin. She'd never seen anyone like her.
    "What the fuck she staring at?" Snake asked. Chickens were weaving in and out between her legs as she strolled forward. She kicked out to scatter them.
    "She tends to do that," Harper said. "Ignore her. She doesn't mean anything by it."
    "Don't like to be stared at," Snake stated with eyes narrowed. She turned her head and spit again. "Don't like it one goddamned bit."
    "Neither do I, but she isn't doing it as an insult," he told the older woman as he untied his saddlebags and slung them over his shoulder, lifted the rifle from its scabbard.
    "Know you don't like people gawking at you, boy." Snake sniffed. "Know why, too."
    Harper nodded. "Aye, well, keep the knowledge to yourself, then." He started toward the cabin.
    "Want me to unsaddle the brute for you?" Snake asked him.
    "I'll take care of it later. Why don't you start supper for us?"
    "Humpf," Snake snorted. "Like I ain't got nothing better to do than put food in your belly, boy."
    "I can cook," Peyton said, preferring not to eat anything the old woman with her dirty hands might set before them.
    Harper turned his head around and looked down at her to arch a brow as she followed him up on the wobbly porch.
    "I can," she told him, chin up. "I'm a good cook."
    "Okay," he said with a shrug.
    "Did you fuck her yet?" Snake asked and grinned viciously, revealing stained, pitted teeth when Peyton flinched.
    "What do you think?" Harper asked.
    "Think she most likely needed it," Snake chuckled. "And I know you did."
    Peyton's cheeks were burning as she entered the cabin, expecting it to be dirty and cluttered. She was amazed to see the spotless condition of the building and the cleanliness with which it was obviously kept.
    There were two full-sized beds pushed to one side of the large one-room cabin with a couple of rocking chairs, sitting before the stone hearth. There was a table and four chairs on the other side of the room where a wood burning stove, pie safe, and a counter with a water pump arched over a porcelain sink.
    "Washroom is over there," Harper told her, pointing to a large screen in the corner of the room. A large copper washtub, a sink with another water pump, and a water closet were behind it.
    "This is a pleasant surprise," she said, having thought she'd be forced to make her