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named Charlie Wolf, peeled some bills from the wad of cash he carried, grabbed the bottle off the bar, and threw the money at Jake. “Now you do,” was all he said, as he and his two companions went over to a table.
    The way the sheriff, deputy, and banker had eased around them, as well as the way the town's citizens had scattered earlier, Naomi wondered just how dangerous the men were. She settled down in her crawlspace, watching the byplay closely.
    No one wanted to rile the three anymore than Jake already had.
    "Get your ass moving, Molly. I don't pay you to sit around,” Jake snarled at the saloon girl who had eased onto one of the high bar stools. Everyone knew that he was venting his anger on her for lack of courage in bracing the newcomers, but that didn't help her.
    "Molly, come over here,” the Indian ordered, deliberately ignoring the bartender. The English words spoken in a Texas accent seemed strange coming from his lips.
    The saloon's fancy woman answered the call reluctantly, slowing her pace as though waiting for someone like Jake to intercede. No one did, and when her mincing steps brought her to the table, the Indian pulled her onto his lap, fondling her breast as he fumbled one hand under her skirt.
    "Hey, who said you got first dibs?” the blond-haired member of the trio protested.
    "Why don't we flip for it?” The third man tossed a coin as the Indian sucked the whore's nipple, cloth and all, into his mouth.
    Mouth full of cloth and breast, the Charlie Wolf mumbled, “You'll give us a good ride, won't ya, sweetheart?"
    Naomi's heart raced, and she stiffened in shock watching the dark head press against Molly's fullness. She knew she should look away from the indecent display of crude roughness, but couldn't. Instead, her breath felt constricted, and her body pulsed the same way it once had when she'd come upon a stallion covering a mare.
    That day, she had stood frozen, mouth agape, breath a harsh pant, as she'd watched the magnificent animal service the female. She'd known that this was the coupling that she'd heard whispered about in furtive discussions. Her body had reacted scandalously, fevered loins aching for something yet unknown.
    Watching the Indian suckle the woman through her dress, Naomi unconsciously pressed her palm against her tightly constrained bosom, mesmerized by the scene before her. The finely chiseled lips moved against the softly swelling mounds, and then his teeth flashed, scraping the fabric and pulling taut the nipple, so that everyone in the room could see the whore's arousal. He laughed and released his hold on her.
    The fancy woman tumbled to the floor from her captor's lap and then scrambled to her feet, backing away. Her loud denial belying her flushed cheeks and pointed breasts could be heard all over the bar, as the other saloon girl bobbed her head in agreement.
    "Sorry, mister, I have to make a living. If it got out I let an Indian have a poke, I'd have to lower my price.” Her hasty look at the saloon owner said she'd have to endure more than a drop in wages if she went up the stairs with the dark bounty hunter.
    Behind the counter, Jake pulled out a shotgun and aimed it in the general direction of the Indian. “My whores don't fuck redskins. I'm telling you to leave."
    "To hell with it.” In one fluid motion, the Indian grabbed the bottle from the table, knocking his chair over as he stood, and threw it straight and sure into the side of Jake's head. The glass hit its target with a loud thunk, and then broke, showering Jake with alcohol as the shotgun fell from the bartender's hands and he dropped like a stone.
    "Don't threaten me, Jake, or you'll end up dead,” the Indian grunted to no one, since he'd knocked out his target.
    "One of these days, Charlie, you're going to get your ass blown off doing something like that,” the blond stranger said.
    "Hell, Sam,” the one they called Deacon, growled. “One of these days he's going to get our asses shot off