Chapter : The end of the round-up Patrick Loomis leaned against the trunk of a cottonwood next to Clear Water Creek and watched young Wade Lewis, the wrangler, ambling his mount into camp after being relieved by the nighthawk. It was near sunset and a few stars already were sprinkled against the eastern sky. Low to the ground the west was tarnished gold rising to a pale pink. A handful of thrushes darted above the trees that bordered the creek flying toward some unknown destination.

Chapter : The Newspaperwoman Green heard the door of the cantina open, and when he looked up he saw the blonde woman who had been watching him from the doorway of the newspaper office. She was wearing a white blouse, brown skirt and tan boots. "Elena, traigame unos cafe solo, por favor," she called out briskly as she entered. Green could hear Elenas laughter from behind the curtain. "Si, senora, al momento.

Chapter : Bad moon rising "Im going to take your woman, and she going to like eet." Chili had his arm around Elenas narrow waist pulling her up tight again his body. He had been drinking tequila and had a mean look. Sweat shone on his dark face and beaded on his drooping mustache. In the lamp light, silver rings sparkled on his left hand which rested on his pistol butt. Raymond glared at him from behind the bar, tempted to go for the shotgun he kept underneath,

Chapter : The Woman Behind The Desk A tinkling bell on a spring above the door announced his arrival. To his right, as he entered, was a square arch way and beyond a small dinning area with an oak table and half a dozen chairs placed around it. Upon the table cups and plates had been placed face down. A kitchen area could be seen through an open door. In front of him a sofa, just past the archway, and beyond a reception desk with several keys hanging from hooks on the

Chapter : My kingdom for a horse Green headed the pinto toward a range of mountains a few miles distant. If he could get to it before Loomis men caught up to him, he could set his horse free and lose himself in the myriad rock-strewn ravines and buttes. Later, when he had shaken them, he would be able to walk to the Widow Holbarths to pick up the rest of his money and get a fresh horse. That was the plan . . . at least until his horse stepped into a prairie dog hole spilling them both. After slowly picking himself up, Green checked the right front leg of the horse. It wasnt broken, but the horse was unable to put its full weight down.

Chapter : The whores come to Red Rock The round-up finally over, dozens upon dozens of horny cowboys began to converge on Red Rock for pussy, whiskey, poker and shoot-outs. Lillys whores had arrived earlier in the afternoon from Sackville and taken up rooms in the Loomis hotel. Later, they would stroll down to the cantina and pick up some cowboys and bring them back to their rooms. And later -- much later -- when no one cared about appearances any longer, the whores would stay in their rooms and merely have to open their doors to select from a long line of randy cowboys who

Chapter : The Photograph Abigail tossed the photograph on Tibbs desk. He was sitting behind it with his feet propped up on top. "What the hells this?" he asked, hands behind his head, chewing on a broom straw. She hadnt bothered putting on a raincoat. The cotton dress she was wearing clung wetly to her breasts. "You wanted to know who Green is." He studied her face for a moment, the reddish-brown hair hung in damp

Chapter : The Night Visitor It was around midnight when Green was awakened by a light tapping at his door. The light of a lamp shone beneath the bottom crack wedging back the darkness of his room. Naked, gun in hand, he stood behind the door and opened it halfway. She stood there holding a lamp with nothing on but a sheer, white nightgown which did nothing to hide the well-developed body underneath.

Chapter : The Money Shot Susan Holbarth lay on her side naked on the crude feather bed next to Green. Her work-hardened palms played over his hard-muscled chest tanned to a chestnut brown. She stroked the rock hard abs with the tips of her fingers down to the tuff of wiry hair at the base of his semi-erect cock. She had never been fucked by a man who had made her cum so hard, and not just once but three times in the space of two hours. Her late husband, Jim, had made her cum occasionally -- but mostly through her own efforts and imaginings rather than through any effort on his part. He had been a good provider, a decent man, as far as things went -- however, a lousy

Chapter : A Friendly Drink The small lobby of the hotel was still empty as Green went back to his room. He loaded the rifle and put the boxes of cartridges in his saddle bags from which he took out an empty soap powder tin. He filled it with matches, snapped the lid shut and stuck it in his shirt pocket, putting the rest of the matches in his saddle bags. He took the Winchester with him when he left.