bartender said.
âCome, Señor Clint,â she said. âYou are the victor, and I am the prize.â
Clint and Rio stepped over the prone form of Winston on their way out.
TWENTY-THREE
When Sheriff Andy Taylor entered the saloon, the prone figure of Winston was still on the floor in front of the bar. Men were walking around him, drinking and ignoring him.
âWhat went on here?â Taylor asked Bruno.
âStranger wanted to leave here with Rio,â the bartender said. âWinston objected.â
âAnd?â
âThe stranger left with Rio.â
âAfter doing this?â
âYes, sir,â Bruno said, âand it was slick as you please. Winston never laid a hand on him.â
âWho was the stranger?â
âI never got his name,â Bruno said, âbut all the girls was buzzinâ around him, until he picked Rio.â
When the sheriff got around to talking to the blonde, Santana, she said, âI heard him tell Rio his name was Clint.â
âClint Adams,â Taylor said.
âWhat?â Bruno asked. âDid you say Clint Adams? The Gunsmith?â
Someone else at the bar heard that and said aloud, âYou mean it was the Gunsmith who put Winston down? Hey.â He turned to face the room. âThat fella was the Gunsmith.â
âJesus,â another man said, âhe coulda shot Winston dead easy.â
âEverybody calm down,â Taylor said. âNobodyâs shootinâ nobody.â
âHey, Sheriff,â Bruno said, âyou oughta get the Gunsmith to help you when Ned Pine and his men get here.â
âHey, that sounds like a good idea,â another man said.
âWhy not?â Taylor replied. âIâm sure as hell not gettinâ any help from any of you.â
âHey,â a man said, âitâs your job to face men like that, not ours.â
âYou got that right, Leo,â Taylor said, recognizing the man as a do-nothing bigmouth. âSuppose you and some of your friends take Winston out of here and take him home. You can at least do that, canât you?â
âYeah, sure, Sheriff,â Leo said. âWeâll take care of âim.â
Taylor turned to Bruno.
âAdams and Rio went to his hotel?â
âThatâs where they were headed when they left here,â Bruno said.
Taylor nodded and left without a further word.
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When they got back to his room, Clint and Rio frantically removed each otherâs clothes and fell onto the bed locked in a hot embrace. Hot mostly because the girlâs skin burned like fire. The only heat that was more intense was the heat coming from her crotch. Clint placed his palm over her pubic thatch and swore it almost burned his skin.
âYou must be a joy to have around on a cold winterâs night,â he said to her.
She laughed deep in her throat and said, âI can keep a man warm in the middle of a blizzard.â
âI believe it,â he said.
He rolled her onto her back and took her full breasts into his hands. Her nipples were dark brown, a perfect match for her dusky skin. Her long hair was black as coal, and if it was possible, her pubic hair was even blackerâ and there was a lot of it.
âI like a full bush,â he told her, wrapping it around his fingers.
âSometimes I think I should shave it,â she said with a sigh as his fingers probed her. âThere are women who do that, you know.â
âI vote no,â he said, sliding his middle finger along her wet slit. âItâs perfect just the way it is.â
She arched her back as he continued to finger her. At the same time, he leaned over to kiss and lick her nipples, which grew turgid and chewable, so he obliged.
She reached between them to take hold of his swollen penis and press it to her hot and wet vagina. She was impatient for him inside her, so again he obliged the lady. He moved his hips and was
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