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Carlos kissed the smooth flesh of Antonia’s breasts, teased her nipples with his tongue while she cradled his head.
    On the outside the shack still looked deserted, but inside they had created a small love nest where they could meet and be together.
    She reached between them to grasp his hard shaft and pull him toward her. She spread her legs and he pushed the spongy head of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy until they parted and he slid inside. He slid his hands beneath her to cup the smooth orbs of her ass and began to move in and out of her. Her breath came harshly in his ear as the intensity of his strokes increased.
    â€œOh, yes!” she cried, biting him on the shoulder.
    â€œDamn it!” he yelled, and increased his stroke until he was fairly pummeling her . . .
    * * *
    â€œI’ve told you not to do that,” Montero said later.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œBite me.”
    She chuckled, rolled onto her side. Her small, exquisite breasts barely moved.
    â€œYou’re afraid your young paramour will see it?” she asked.
    â€œI don’t need any trouble with Katerina right now, Antonia,” Montero said. “And neither one of us needs any trouble with your husband.”
    She grinned at him and said, “However you look at it, Carlos, we are all heading for some trouble.”
    â€œWell, not yet,” he said, pulling on his trousers. “First we have to deal with this matter of the bull.”
    â€œWhy are you so concerned with that bull?” she asked.
    â€œBecause the bull is the future.”
    â€œWhose?” she asked.
    â€œOurs,” he said, although what he was thinking was,
Mine.
    He put on his vest and strapped on his gun.
    â€œAre you going to get dressed?” he asked her.
    â€œYes,” she said, “after you leave. You know I don’t mind being watched while I disrobe, but not when I dress.”
    â€œWhere does he think you are?”
    â€œIn town.”
    â€œWhy?”
    She shrugged.
    â€œHe never cares.”
    â€œWell,” he said, “I must get back before he looks for me.”
    â€œWhen is this gringo supposed to arrive?” she asked.
    â€œAt the end of the month.”
    â€œThen it will all be over by then,” she said, “one way or another.”
    â€œSí,”
he said, before leaving, “one way or another.”

TWELVE
    Clint arrived at the Mexican border with two weeks left to go on his trip. He thought about crossing at El Paso, but instead had chosen the small U.S. border town of El Codo.
El Codo
meant “The Elbow,” which was how the town was shaped.
    El Codo was of little significance, really. Across the river from it was the larger and more populated Mexican town of Nogales, but El Codo had something Nogales did not—a telegraph.
    He rode into town late in the afternoon, which meant he was probably going to have to either spend the night there, or cross the river into Mexico and spend the night in Nogales.
    He looked for and found the small telegraph office, leaving Eclipse unattended while he went inside to see if he had any replies.
    â€œWhy, yes, sir,” the clerk said, “I believe they’re right here.”
    The clerk went through a pile of messages, and just when Clint almost came to the conclusion that the man had lost them, he came up with them.
    â€œHere ya go,” he said, handing them to Clint.
    â€œIs this all of them?” Clint asked.
    â€œYessir,” the clerk said, “ya got three.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Clint went outside to read them. Bat Masterson apologized, but he had recently taken a bullet in his thigh and couldn’t ride. However, if Clint could find no one else, he’d wrap the thigh up as tight as he could, hop on a buckboard, and make the trip.
    Bass Reeves was still marshaling in Indian territory, and had to testify in court, but if Clint couldn’t find anyone else, he’d risk the