Longarm #399 : Longarm and the Grand Canyon Murders (9781101554401) Read Online Free PDF

me back my damned card,” Billy growled.
    Herman Pawalski gave the card back, offered his bucktoothed grin, and headed off down the line.

Chapter 4
    “Flagstaff! Flagstaff! Next stop is Flagstaff, Arizona Territory!” the conductor of their Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe train called as he worked his way through the passenger cars.
    Longarm was making love once more to Heidi, savoring the rocking motion of their first-class passenger car and luxurious accommodations. Heidi was on her hands and knees, head down and grinning at the sight between her thighs. “Come on, darling, we’re supposed to be getting off this train in a few minutes!”
    “Don’t rush me,” he grunted, tightening his grip on her hips and slamming his manhood in and out faster and faster.
    “Flagstaff! You folks in there ready to— Oh, my gawd! I’m sorry to…”
    “Get out of here!” Longarm growled as the conductor turned crimson with embarrassment and shut the door to their compartment.
    “Oh, dear,” Heidi fretted. “We forgot to lock the door again!”
    “Well, maybe he learned something.”
    “I doubt it,” Heidi grunted. “Oh, that feels so…delicious!”
    “Don’t it though?” Longarm came to his climax and Heidi moaned with pleasure. Moments later, she was on top of him and riding his rod hard. “Oh, I’m going to miss this so much!”
    “Me too! But just because we’re getting off the train doesn’t—”
    Heidi cried out in ecstasy and then collapsed on top of Longarm, both of them sweaty and panting just as the train pulled into the station.
    Longarm and Heidi wiped the sweat and sex off themselves and quickly dressed. They were climbing down from the train in less than five minutes, and their conductor was nowhere in sight.
    “We must have shocked him pretty badly,” Heidi said, looking concerned. “I wanted to give the poor man a generous tip.”
    “We’ll give it to him on the return run,” Longarm said, “if he has gotten over his embarrassment and can look either one of us in the eye.”
    “Poor man! I feel badly about that.”
    “Yeah, me too,” Longarm said, obviously not meaning it. “There are our bags.”
    Heidi had four pieces of luggage, all of them sizable. Longarm was accustomed to traveling light and had only his one large leather valise with change of underclothing, shirt, and a few other personal things. In addition, he carried his own Winchester, a Colt Model T. caliber .44-40, and, attached to his watch fob, a twin-barreled .44-caliber derringer. The derringer was used only as a last resort, and it had saved his bacon on more than one occasion.
    A young man hurried up to them. “Need some help with those bags and a ride to a hotel?”
    “Sure do,” Longarm said. “How much?”
    “A dollar,” the man said. “Got a nice buggy waiting close by, and I’ll carry your bags right up to the registration desk and not drop ’em off in front like some do.”
    “You’re hired,” Heidi said. “And you are worth two dollars to us.”
    “Thank you very much!” the man said, swallowing hard and trying not to stare at Heidi. “Very generous of you, ma’am!”
    “Hotel Weatherford.”
    “Very good, sir!”
    “Is that the finest hotel in Flagstaff?” Heidi asked, looking around at her surroundings and looking somewhat disappointed because the town was small, dirty, and raw compared to the far more metropolitan Denver.
    “It’s nicer than what I usually stay at when I’m in Flagstaff.”
    “It’s a very fine hotel,” the young man said, grabbing up all the bags except the one that Longarm was carrying. “The food in their dining room is as good as you’ll find anywhere in town.”
    “What do you like personally?” Heidi asked.
    “Huh?”
    “Your personal recommendation concerning the hotel’s menu?”
    “Uh…well, ma’am, I’ve never actually eaten there myself. A bit too expensive for me. But I’ve heard they serve a fine steak and also that they offer a varied menu