Free The Gold Miner's Wife: A Young Woman's Story of Romance, Passion and Murder by Amethyst Creek

their comings and goings.  By the third day, a Mr. Flynn, another Irishman, showed him how to use the spiral drill bit which one cranked using a u-shaped handle.  Brophy made a mental note of remembering where the blasting caps were stored.  His time at the Five Nuggets Mine was going according to plan and would soon be ending.
                  Jade was hot and wet when he thrust into her.  He soon flipped her on top of him and held her thighs as she rode him.  Jade leaned over him, her long hair tickling his shoulders, her generous breasts caressing his face.  He sucked at her nipples as he slammed into her, each upward thrust more intense than the last.  He exploded inside her, flooding her with his warm seed.  He was still inside her, stiff as a pike, she could feel him pulse, when there was an unexpected knocking at the door.  A man’s voice called out his name.  “Brophy,” the person said.
                  Jade climbed off him.  She stepped behind the screen to the chipped wash basin and refreshed herself.  Brophy answered the knock.  A well-dressed man stood there.  He had brown curly hair and a thin mustache and spoke with an English accent.
                  “Is it done?” he asked cryptically.
                  “Yes,” was Brophy’s brief reply.  “Tomorrow.”
                  “Excellent.  I am to Denver,” said the stranger, “and will await the news.”
                  He handed Brophy a wad of bills, then turned and left.  Jade observed from behind the screen as Brophy put the money in his coat pocket.  It was a great deal of money.  He returned to the bed and Jade joined him.  Maybe she could earn a little extra tonight. 
                  “My cock is still in need of your attention,” he said.
                  “I must do a better job for you then,” said Jade.
                  He relaxed against the pillows and spread his legs, his thick erection jutting upward.  She kneeled on the bed between his thighs, bent her head over his engorged penis and set to work with renewed optimism.
                  Later, he lay on the bed, spent, sated and blissfully relaxed.  His mind wandered as he recalled the events of the past week.  He had done his job, he thought with smug satisfaction.  It was only a matter of time.  He turned to the woman, Jade, and fondled her breasts.  He would have her again before the night was through. 
                  “That man who was here before,” she said innocently, “was he from the mine?”
                  Brophy’s reaction was swift and brutal.  He came over her, pinning her legs between his muscled thighs, his penis hard against her belly.  He could not have this stupid woman blabbing about what she had seen.
                  “What man?” he bellowed, giving her face a hard slap.  She cringed and cried out, covered her face with her arms and hands.  He lifted her arms over her head and held them there with one strong hand.  “What man?” he repeated, slapping her hard again. 
                  The blows to her face were forceful, there would be bruising, swelling, maybe a broken tooth, or worse.  She tasted blood in her mouth.  She was terrified and didn’t want any more.  “No man, I saw no man,” Jade pleaded desperately, writhing to get him off her.  “Let me go, please,” she begged.  “I’m sorry.  I saw no man.”  He let her up and she fled the room like the devil was at her heels.
                  It was the next afternoon when Madam Delilah drove her buggy through Pine Creek at a furious pace, then straight up the hill to the office of the Five Nuggets Mine, her horse kicking the loose gravel and creating dust clouds along the way.  Her appearance in the camp drew everyone’s immediate attention.  If some of the men did not already know