“Brenda rose early and worked like a dog building up the fire, making coffee, scavenging wood, frying meat, and watering the livestock. Joe figured she intended to be on her best behavior with him now. He had refused her offer of sex to make herself wanted in his camp, so now she was trying to ingratiate herself with him as a camp swamper. Joe smiled to himself as he hunkered beside the coals with a last cup of coffee. This helpfulness was something that was not going to sway him . . . but she w...as damn sure welcome to keep it up. Just as long and as much as she cared to. He could not help thinking just a little wistfully that it was a fearsome shame he could not take her up on her first offer. She was a mighty fine-looking woman. He couldn’t help thinking, too, that he really would have liked a chance to try some of that milk that was dripping out of her and wetting the front of her dress this morning. Her teats were full to overflowing now with no one to take the milk from her. He wondered if .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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