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branches and rocks away from a patch of sandy soil with the sides of his boots, then she unloaded the bedroll and straightened it out.
    â€œI never asked if you were mad that I followed you,” she said, undressing in the starlight.
    â€œDid you think I was mad?”
    â€œI hoped not, but I had fun with you last night and I said to myself, ‘Rosa, he needs you for something.’” Slocum swept her up and closed his mouth over hers. Before his lips met hers, he saw the flicker of mischievous mirth in her dark eyes.
    Her hard, small breasts felt good against his bare chest and her mouth opened as she surrendered to him. They were soon on top of the bedroll and his erection was poking her leg as he ran his finger around the rim of her cunt, and she raised her butt for his dick’s attention. Her breath started coming in short gasps when he climbed on top of her and his hard-on slipped inside and through her muscled ring. As he began to pound her ass, her contractions added to the pleasure that lay between her silky legs.
    Ah, Rosa was exactly what he needed. Exactly—and he was savoring his efforts to extract as much pleasure as he could possibly receive from her. He felt as heady as a soaring eagle as he moved over her, and each pistonlike plunge only renewed his desire for more and more of her body. Her heels beat a tattoo on the backs of his legs as they kept going and going. Then, when those two hot needles shot into the cheek muscles of his ass, he knew he needed to bury his dick in her up to the hilt and he exploded inside her vagina.
    She fainted and he rose off her to curl around her from behind, throw his arm over her, and cup her right breast. He quickly fell asleep, and it was morning before the call of nature got him up and he went to the bushes at the edge of the small beach to empty his bladder.
    Cool morning air swept his bare skin, and some topknot quail whit-wooed off in the chaparral. The relief of venting himself was a good one, and as he turned back, he heard Rosa rattle a coffeepot. She had started a small fire of dry sticks and squatted naked as Eve in the pink cast of light coming up over the Chiricahuas.
    â€œWhat will we do today?” she asked.
    â€œGo to Tombstone and see if we can find the racehorses or where Clanton’s bunch took them.”
    â€œWill they be there?”
    Slocum shook his head. He had no idea. Then he went to fill the coffeepot from the river. When he came back, she scolded him. “I could do that.”
    â€œYou better get dressed. Screwball will be awake soon, and I don’t want him gazing at your fine backside with hot desire.”
    She chuckled and rose to kiss him. Then she swept up her skirt and put it on. Her breasts fluttered when she wiggled into the blouse and concealed them.
    â€œIs that better?”
    â€œNo, but better on account of him.” He laughed.
    She gave him a small push and chuckled at his words.
    Breakfast was coffee and soda crackers. Slocum could tell that O’Riley did not like the menu, but it was all they had. It was still a good ride to Tombstone, but they could eat something more substantial when they got there later on in the day.
    At about three in the afternoon they arrived in the sprawling mining camp on the mesa and dismounted at the hitch rail before a hole-in-the-wall café. The man who waited on them was dressed like a miner with hair covering his arms and more trying to crawl out from under his unbuttoned shirt collar. “What can I get you three?”
    â€œWhat’s on the menu?” Slocum asked.
    â€œThirty cents buys the daily special: beef stew and sourdough biscuits plus coffee. All you can eat.”
    The threesome nodded their heads, and the man shouted to someone in back, “Three stew orders,” then went for their coffee.
    The food’s aroma was compellingly good and the first bite of stew filled Slocum’s mouth with saliva. Much better than soda