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husbands’ libidos. Therefore, we hold their happiness in the palms of our hands.”
    “Never knew how much their happiness depends on that.” Letty nodded. “Why, Amos was in such a good mood yesterday, he came to the kitchen after dinner and helped me finish cleaning up.” Her cheeks bloomed with two round spots of color on her cheeks.
    Daisy’s eyes gleamed with understanding and humor. “In the kitchen?”
    “Um, right on top of the table.”
    Daisy took another sip of port and fanned herself. “Honey’s problem is that the sheriff was completely in control of their…encounter.”
    “You know, Daisy, you have the right of that.” Letty burped and her eyes rounded. “Pardon me. He brought Honey into the jail, no doubt for intimidation.”
    Daisy nodded. “He initiated the kiss and took what he wanted…given the time he had with her.”
    “Um…I wasn’t exactly just standing there,” Honey grumbled. “I may have goaded him into…touching me.”
    “Precisely what he’d like you to think,” Letty said, a militant gleam in her eyes. Her stout chest rose. “Men always want to blame their lack of control on women. I’m telling you, you were a victim of his lust.”
    While the ladies’ staunch support warmed her heart, Honey knew she was every bit as much to blame for what had happened as the sheriff. “Well, it’s all water under the bridge. I’m leaving in the morning.”
    “But you can’t leave, Honey.” Letty looked to Daisy, who nodded her agreement. “The weather’s gonna turn any day. It may be hot as Hades right now, but this is Texas—like Amos always says, wait a minute if you don’t like the heat. And you said it yourself, you need a place to set up for the winter.”
    Honey took a deep breath and started to rise. “It can’t be here. He’s all but ordered me out of town.”
    Daisy stood and placed a hand on her arm. “We’ll just have to change his mind.”
    “Oh, no, Daisy, you can’t talk to him on my behalf. It would be too humiliating.”
    Daisy and Letty shared a charged glance. “My dear, you go on back to your little wagon. Don’t you dare start packing until you hear from us.”
    The ladies stood side-by-side, whether to support their swaying frames or as a show of solidarity, Honey wasn’t sure. “I don’t know whether I like the gleam in your eyes.”
    “Don’t you see you belong here, my dear?” Daisy said. “You’ve known me two days and you already have a better measure of me than my husband has.”
    Letty’s bulldog expression softened. “I’ve known Daisy since we were kids. Never knew she was such a passionate woman. You’ve taught us both that.”
    Honey let out a slow breath. “I’m glad I could help. My elixir worked beyond my dreams.”
    “So let us return the favor,” Daisy said, her expression pleading.
    “But what are you going to do? You can’t confront the sheriff.” Lord, what would they reveal to him if they did? Especially in their slightly inebriated state.
    “I won’t do anything so direct. But these circumstances call for desh-perate measures.” Daisy wrinkled her lips. “How odd. My lips are numb. I need another glass of port.”
    Honey couldn’t help smiling at the tipsy woman. “Should you be drinking so much, Daisy?”
    Daisy lifted her head proudly. “I need the courage for what I have in mind.”
    Honey shook her head. “Why do I have the feeling I’m going to be wearing tar and hen feathers before you’re through?”
    “Don’t you worry about a thing. You head back to camp and get yourself some resht. We’ll take care of everything.”
    Honey shook her head, sure the women would be snoring on the loveseat in minutes if they tore back into the liquor. “You two stay here. I’ll let myself out.”
    “Good idea,” Letty said, reaching for the port. “We have plans to make.”
    “Here, here,” Daisy said, lifting her glass. “And a trap to shet.”
    Honey set off down the road to her little campsite,