his hips, and she simply kept her mouth open and let him fuck it, in and out, in and out . . .
Finally, she cradled his balls in her hand, at the same time teasing his anus with one finger. He reached down and pushed her away.
âNone of that!â he said. âDonât touch my asshole!â
âHey,â she said, âwhatever you want, sweetie. And you just tell me what you donât want.â
âI donât want anybody touchinâ my bumhole. Got it?â
âI got it,â she said, getting to her feet warily. âCome on, get on the bed, honey. Iâll make you feel real good.â
She reached down, helped him step out of his pants. She sat him on the bed and took off his boots and socks. When he was completely naked, she got him onto his back. His cock stuck straight up impressively.
âOh yes,â she said, straddling him . . .
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âMaybe you should go up and talk to Conlon again,â Bat said to Clint.
âOr the woman,â Luke said.
âHer nameâs Alicia,â Clint said.
âOh,â Luke said, âexcuse me.â
âBat, I think you should go up,â Clint said. âI have to finish my rounds with young Thad here.â
âHuh?â Thad said. âOh, uh, yeah, we do.â
âSee?â Clint said.
âIf I go up there,â Bat said, âIâll end up killinâ the sonofabitch.â He looked at Luke Short.
âDonât look at me,â Short said, shaking his head. âIâm very happy to stand here and drink with my friends. Or find a poker game.â
Heck silently observed the conversation, keeping out of it while working on his beer. Like Luke Short, he was not becoming impatient with the situation.
âCome on, Thad,â Clint said. âWeâve got work to do.â
Clint left his friends to discuss the matter further, went out the batwing doors, pushing the young deputy ahead of him.
TWENTY-FOUR
Craddock pinned the girl to the bed with his hands on her wrists, and his body on hers. She struggled, but only because she thought he wanted her to. She was still excited by being with a man who was known as a killer.
When his penis entered her vagina forcefully, her eyes went wide and she gasped. After that, he began to pound away at her, harder and harder. She knew she was going to be sore, was going to come away from this with bruises and welts, but she didnât care.
Craddock the killer had chosen her!
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âMaybe,â Bat said to Luke Short and Heck Thomas, âwe can sneak back there and get a look at the body.â
âTo what end?â Luke asked.
âWell, once weâre sure heâs dead,â Bat said, âwe can leave.â
âWithout payinâ our respects?â Heck asked.
âCome on,â Bat said, âwhen you think about it, how many of us do you think are actually here to do that? And what does it matter if we see him on our own, or with everyone else when the wake begins?â
âIf it begins,â Luke said.
âWhat are you sayinâ?â Heck asked.
âWhat if thereâs no body?â Luke asked.
âYou mean heâs not dead?â Heck asked.
âAnd never was,â Bat said. âYou know, thatâs something Conlon would dream up to get himself some business.â
âYeah, but then how does he explain it?â Heck asked.
âHe just says he made a mistake,â Bat said.
âSo youâre sayinâ,â Heck went on, âthat there is a body back there, but itâs notââ
âExactly,â Luke Short.
âThen he could just as well have said that Clint Adams, the Gunsmith, was dead, and everybody should come to his wake.â
âExcept that when Clint heard that, heâd come, too,â Bat said.
âSo youâre sayinâââ Heck said.
âYup,â