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this romantic?”
    Longarm supposed it was. The scenery rolling by was pretty, with lots of snow-capped mountains and green pine-covered slopes and brooks laughing and gurgling through deep valleys. But the air blowing around them was cold, and it carried occasional cinders from the locomotive’s smoke-stack that had to be watched out for.
    â€œIt’s pretty nice,” Longarm told the woman. “I reckon you’d make just about any picture prettier, though.”
    â€œWhat a sweet thing to say! My name is Amelia Loftus, by the way.”
    â€œCustis Long.” He didn’t mention the fact that he was a deputy United States marshal. Amelia Loftus didn’t have any reason to need to know that.
    â€œI’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Long.” And she kissed him again to prove it.
    The second time was just as pleasant as the first, but a worry was beginning to nag at the back of Longarm’s mind. He was the one who broke the kiss this time, and when he did, he said, “I’m wondering about something, Miss Loftus. Or is it missus?”
    â€œOh, it’s miss, I assure you. I’m not a married woman, though my father would have had it otherwise. He wanted to make a match for me with one of the elders.”
    â€œYou’re one of the Saints, then.” Longarm had figured her for a Mormon, given her clothes and her attitude and the fact that she had boarded the train in Salt Lake City.
    â€œThat’s right. I have some distinct doctrinal differences with the church, however.”
    She sure liked to talk fancy, thought Longarm. That made her a poor candidate for being a Mormon right there. They were plain-spoken folks. “What sort of differences?” he asked.
    â€œWell, for one thing, this business of having more than one wife.”
    â€œA lot of Mormons are giving that up, or so I’ve heard tell.”
    â€œAnd well they should. A man has no business having more than one wife.” Her lips curved wickedly in a smile. “It would be so much more fun for a woman to have more than one husband, to my way of thinking. Just think about it, Mr. Long. A lady could be pleasured for hours on end! When one husband had exhausted himself, another could simply take his place.”
    Longarm’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I reckon that’s one way of looking at it,” he said.
    Amelia Loftus reached down and caressed his groin through his trousers. Her fingers closed around the rapidly growing length of his shaft and she smiled. “Of course, I daresay a man such as yourself might be able to give a lady all the pleasure she could handle all by yourself, Mr. Long.”
    She was just about the most unusual Mormon woman he had ever met, he thought. But he liked what she was doing to him, and as he leaned toward her, he murmured, “A gentleman always tries to oblige a lady.”
    Her mouth was wet and hot and sweet. She whispered, “I’ll be staying in the Oriental Hotel in Carson City.”
    â€œI’ve got a hunch I will be, too,” said Longarm.

Chapter 3
    Amelia rested her hands on Longarm’s chest, threw her head back, closed her eyes, and panted, “Oh, yes, Custis! Yes!”
    Longarm held on to her slender hips and drove himself deeper into her. Just when he thought his manhood was embedded in her as far as it would go, she pumped her hips to match his thrust and he plumbed new depths. He could feel his climax building, getting ready to boil up through his shaft.
    She caught hold of his wrists and brought his hands to her firm, pear-shaped breasts. Her hard nipples stabbed into his palms like little daggers of flesh. Shudders of culmination rippled through her body as Longarm began to empty himself into her in a long series of white-hot spurts. She was still pumping her hips and spasming when he had finished coming. Then, abruptly, she froze in place for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, face taut