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“Yes ma’am,” I told her. “It is.”
I passed the papers over to Roscoe to read before turning back to the lady. “He was a good man.” Her lower lip quivered but there was a stubborn tilt to her chin. She squared her shoulders, but there was no hiding her distress.
“I’ll have to go back then,” she whispered, sounding utterly bereft.
How far had she journeyed? Where was she going back to? More importantly, to whom was she going back to? As a mail-order bride, she had obviously come west for a reason. Ladies didn’t just marry a man they’d never met, even a man as good as Coleton had been, unless they had no other choice.
“Go back where?” Roscoe asked.
The lady startled at the unexpected voice coming from behind her but she gathered her composure quickly. If nothing else, she was courageous. But she couldn’t completely hide her fear. Whatever it was she was running from, it frightened her.
“Philadelphia.” Her hands flew to her mouth as she choked on a sob.
I looked across at Roscoe, one eyebrow raised in question, and he nodded. She would be ours. Roscoe and I were getting along just fine by ourselves, but it was mighty lonely at night and our small cabin needed a woman’s touch.
Roscoe and I had been friends since childhood. Ever since he had fought off my bully on the first day of school, we’d been inseparable. Roscoe wasn’t bigger or stronger than me anymore, but he was still my best friend. He’d stood beside me when I’d lost my Rose, supported me in my grief. We’d shared just about everything since then, including our house and small ranch in Bridgewater. It was almost inevitable that we would share a wife. I hadn’t been willing to before, but I was now. We would share her between us, in the Bridgewater way, both of us devoted to her pleasure. Both of us keeping her safe. Both of us teaching her all the ways in which a woman can please a man.
“No.” I shook my head, but she acted as if she hadn’t heard me. Her face was still buried in her hands. Long, fair curls fell through her fingers. Her bosom heaved with each breath she took. My cock stirred again. I wanted to fuck her until she was smiling, until she forgot the reason for her tears.
“Darkness is falling,” Roscoe told her. “Where are you going to go?”
“I’ll go back to Butte and stay at the hotel,” she announced determinedly.
“No!” My voice was louder than I intended. “It’s not safe for a woman travelling alone. That town has all sorts of rotten jaspers hiding in it. Besides, do you even know where the town is? Which direction to go?”
She looked around. It was clear that she was lost.
“I will be fine,” she insisted.
I will be fine. They were the last words Rose, my fiancé, had said to me. She’d refused to heed my warning and her carelessness had gotten her killed. She’d gone into town by herself, without me, and had gotten caught in the crossfire of a gunfight. I will be fine spoken in Rose’s sweet voice echoed in my head. It had been two years since my Rose had died but it felt like only yesterday. Memories of her came flooding back. I remembered how helpless I’d felt that day. Rose hadn’t listened to me and I hadn’t been able to protect her. I was not going to let that happen again. I was not going to let this foolhardy woman, who didn’t understand the dangers of the west, get herself killed. Not when I could prevent it.
“Bridgewater isn’t far from here,” Roscoe said. “Our home. You’ll be safe there.”
“I’m not afraid of any… what did you call them? Rotten jaspers? They don’t scare me.”
“You won’t get back to town before nightfall,” I warned her, but she reached for the reins Roscoe still held. A growl lodged itself deep in my throat. “If you aren’t the most infuriating woman!” I muttered. In one swift movement I dropped to one knee in the dirt and hauled her over my dusty thigh, wrestling with her skirts as she kicked and squirmed, until finally, I was able to pull them up.
“You let go of me!” she screamed.
I didn’t let her go. Instead, I parted her drawers and laid a crisp spank across her rounded, creamy buttocks.
“I will let you up when you agree to mind me and not before,” I informed her, swatting her sharply again. “It’s a different world out here to back in Philadelphia.” Another smack punctuated my words. “You’re obviously not aware of the dangers and you won’t listen when we try to tell you.” I flattened my hand and spanked her twice more. “My Rose was killed because she was reckless. I will not let that happen to you.”
She was kicking and twisting so much I could see the dewy wetness glistening in the sweet folds of her swollen pussy. The movement of her body against my cock made it strain against my pants. I couldn’t wait to sink it into her. I spanked her again, a little bit harder, watching as her bouncing globes turned pink under my touch. I traced my finger along the edge of a handprint. “Are you ready to mind me yet?”
“Yes!” she gasped, pressing her hands against the ground to lever her body upwards. I held her fast. “I will do as you say!” she promised.
“Good.” I let her up.
3
ROSCOE
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Still holding the reins in one hand, I reached out for the lady and helped h
er to her feet. My breathing was almost as labored as hers was. She’d been wide open to my gaze when she’d kicked her feet wildly during her punishment and the sight of her glistening cunny made my balls ache.
