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the box and
began examining the artifacts. Prescott was right, nothing was of value. What a
waste. She turned her attention to the portraits and old sepia toned
photographs.
    “And how old are these?”
She asked, laying them out on the table.
    “Oh, about seventy to a
hundred years or more.”
    She peered at the family
pictures with interest, not recognizing any one. Neither of her parents ever
mentioned a family ranch while she was growing up and she had no other family
apart from them.
    A striking picture of a
young woman caught her eye. The picture was in black and white, but she could
tell the woman was a blonde.
    “Who is this?” She looked
up at Prescott.
    “Ah, that’d be Miss Delilah
Morgan; she was the talk of the town back when the Morgans owned most of this
place.”
    Selene nodded and pulled up
another old photograph, this one featured a group of men dressed like cowboys
standing around the same young woman. She scanned the images of the men and her
breath caught. One of them looked distinctly familiar.
    Cooper. Her mind raced. How
old was this picture, also a hundred years? How was that possible? She met
Cooper the night before.
    “Who are… these men?” She
asked apprehensively.
    “Those were the famous Wheaton boys, the best darn cattle wranglers in town. Cody and Cooper, they were near
legend among them.”
    Cooper! She felt a numbing
chill descend all over her. It couldn’t be.
    “Rumor has it,” Prescott continued. “That the one of Wheaton boys was in love with Miss Morgan there, and
gave his life trying to save her from a stampede back in 1903.”
    Selene’s face had lost all
color. She grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip. She absently picked up
another piece of paper and looked at it. It was a kind of certification. A
birth certificate of a Miss Delilah Selene Morgan dated 1874. She placed the
glass back on the table and gathered up everything in the box.
    “Is there a decent hotel in
town?” She asked. “I think I’m going to spend some time here looking over my
new estate… for a few more days.”

Notebook
Thief
     
    An Erotic Interracial
Short Story

Amy sat in the middle of the lecture room
studying anything but the course material. The little red notebook drew her
attention again. It was a small notebook and probably filled with
anthropological statistics and factoids; the movement of nomadic tribes across
the continent, pregnancy rates of indigenous people. It wasn’t the sort of
thing anyone would want to steal, and yet, Amy had her eye on it. Maybe it was
the challenge of it. It belonged to the tall black guy in the front row and he
was almost always writing in it, or else it was shoved deep into the tight back
pocket of his baggy jeans.
    At first she had just been bored. She
thought she could chat him up a bit and kill a few minutes before class
started. “Hey…” She said coyly, striking a cute pose at the edge of his row.
But he didn’t even look up! He was curled over the pages, his pencil skittering
across the page lightning fast. “Um… hello?” Amy was not used to getting
ignored. She was tall and fit, and knew exactly how good she looked in her skin
tight tank top and miniskirt. Leaning forward so that a nice swath of her
cleavage was on display, Amy tried again, “Excuse me?”  Finally, he looked up. 
“I think my pen rolled under your seat.” She lied smoothly then smiled to
herself as he took a good long look down her shirt.
    “No worries.” He said shutting the book and
sliding it under his hip before relaxing casually back into his seat. “Go
ahead.” Smart guy , she thought. He gets to chill and look me over to
his heart’s content while I work around him . She shimmied down the narrow
row and made a show of looking under the seats. He crossed his arms, casually
perusing her body as she bent and twisted searching for the imaginary pen. Amy
slid a hand across her butt, holding her short skirt down and emphasizing the
curves of her ass.