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caught up beside her. “These room are well appointed.”
    She hugged her arms. “Good. But I’m just so pleased to be here in a safe place at last.”
    He opened the door to her room, and she went inside and agreed with him about the furnishings.
    â€œAre you satisfied?” he asked her.
    She drew in her breath. “If I can’t sleep tonight—will you be available?”
    â€œI will. Come over. I know today has been a chilling day for you. Sorry I was so rough on the start, but I was upset already.”
    â€œYou never mentioned the dead woman and child beside the road to me.”
    â€œIt was real tough on me to talk about it and not being able to settle it.” He shook his head.
    She turned, came back, and hugged him tight. In his ear, she whispered, “I have thought about you all day. This man had no reason, but he risked his own life to save me. He came back, rode his poor horse double, and saved my life. And that was another risk—the horse could have died had you not found those stray horses.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and they simply stood in one place.
    â€œAnd you have no—roots—”
    His whisker-bristled mouth closed on hers to silence her. Her arms quickly pressed her body against him. He felt her needs and regretted knowing that the bucket brigade of Mexican girls would soon be arriving with bathwater for them.
    â€œLater,” he said softly, and she backed up and nodded.
    The knock on the door made him smile. “They have arrived.”
    He swung the door open and bowed. Then in Spanish he said, “Come right in, señoritas. The señora is ready. That is a lovely dress you brought for her. She is much grateful for what you are doing for her.”
    They giggled as if he were teasing them, while they poured the hot water in the copper tub and laid out towels, expensive soap, and a hairbrush for her.
    She thanked them too and put the dress on the bed.
    The last one out said, “You are next, Señor Slocum.”
    â€œGracias.”
He closed the door and put his butt against it. “Until later.”
    â€œYes.” She smiled but looked close to tears. “I’ll be fine. Thanks to you and our host.”
    â€œI better get over there in my place. They’ll be right back. They’re like a volunteer fire department bucket line.”
    In his room, he saw someone had brought his Winchester and saddlebags for him and put them by the bed. In a short while the five girls came back with hot water, towels, and clothing for him to wear.
    The chubby one who was the leader stood with her back to the closed door. “You know what you must do to them for bringing you that hot water?”
    He nodded. It was a tradition, and thank God they hadn’t pulled it on him next door.
    â€œEach one is a virgin and you must kiss each of them hard or we won’t leave,” she said, looking giddy. “They need some experience with a real man.”
    â€œI am all whiskered up,” he whispered.
    â€œWe won’t leave until you kiss each one of them.”
    He swept the first one up, her eyes wide open, and kissed her, feeling her small boobs under the thin material. “Thank you, my angel.”
    She staggered backward. Next number two—dark eyes wide open. He kissed her and felt the crown of her womanhood under the thin dress material at the bottom of her slight belly.
    Next one, he squeezed her hard ass as he kissed her.
    Then the last one was taller, and her blouse was open enough he decided he could reach in and squeeze a real boob. Her bare skin felt smooth as silk under his calloused hand. The small body of it was solid as a rock, and before the end, her tongue sought his mouth. She was ready or had already lost her maidenhood—no matter, it was all in fun.
    The other girls swooned when they saw what he’d done to her. And he spanked her lightly on the ass going away.
    â€œGreat