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another kiss. This time her lips parted and their tongues entwined. She groaned when he dug his fingers into her nether cheeks, and ground herself against him.
    â€œGod, I want you.”
    The hunger was mutual. Suddenly scooping her into his arms, Fargo carried her to the bed and eased her down. She commenced to undo her buttons while he sat and removed his spurs and his gun belt.
    â€œI like a man who gets right to it,” Tandy prattled. “Some will talk a girl to death.”
    â€œI know the type,” Fargo said.
    â€œI should have brought a bottle of my own, for after. I don’t have to be back to work until noon. How about you? How much time do you have?”
    Fargo was supposed to be back at the fort by two in the afternoon. “I have plenty.”
    â€œGood to hear,” Tandy said. She had her dress open and was about to slide it off. Underneath, she wore a chemise and that was all.
    Stretching out next to her, Fargo admired the swell of her melons and the sweep of her thighs. He grew hot all over, and felt himself stir.
    â€œAre you just going to lie there and gander or did you have something in mind?” Tandy teased.
    Fargo covered her mouth with his and her tits with his hands. She squirmed deliciously and cooed deep in her throat. For long minutes they kissed and caressed, stoking their mutual fires.
    Fargo lathered her neck and nipped her lobes and pinched her nipples until they became tacks.
    For her part, Tandy delved her hand between his legs and cupped and fondled his growing bulge. “Oh my,” she breathed at one point. “You’ll fill me to the brim.”
    Presently they were bare-assed, with Fargo between her legs. Her nails raked his shoulders and her mouth was everywhere.
    Fargo eased his pole to her slit but didn’t penetrate. Not yet. Not until she was panting and thrusting at him, mewing, “Please, please.”
    The bed swayed and creaked under them.
    Fargo didn’t care how much noise they made. His hands braced on either side, he thrust into her with mounting urgency. She was the first to explode, crying out softly, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
    Then it was his turn, and he didn’t hold back. That the bed didn’t break was a wonder.
    Afterward, Tandy lay with her head on his shoulder and lightly ran a finger back and forth over his chest.
    â€œThat was nice. Real nice.”
    After the long day he’d had, all Fargo wanted was to sleep a while. Closing his eyes, he waited to drift off.
    â€œI’ve been thinking about it and I remembered something that might be important,” Tandy remarked.
    â€œMmmm?” Fargo said drowsily.
    â€œDo you remember that gent you punched in the gut at the saloon?”
    Fargo cracked an eye.
    â€œI saw him talking to the Bascomb brothers. You don’t suppose he was the one who paid them to beat on you?”
    Fargo had already figured as much. “You keep bringing them up.”
    â€œI don’t want you hurt, is all. You’re easy on the eyes and a tiger in bed.”
    â€œHow about letting the tiger get some sleep?”
    â€œOh. Sure. Sorry.”
    Fargo rolled onto his side but damned if he could fall under. He kept seeing Jaster in his mind’s eye, and him punching the newspaperman in the face. He supposed he should shrug it off but it rankled.
    After an hour of tossing and shifting, Fargo decided to hell with it and got up. Beside him, Tandy lightly snored. He dressed quietly in order not to wake her and slipped out.
    The settlement lay still under the stars. Nearly all the buildings were dark. The saloon was still open but wouldn’t be for long. Only a few horses were at the hitch rail.
    Fargo poked his head over the batwings but didn’t see the newspaperman. Tiredly climbing on the Ovaro, he reined up the dusty excuse for a street. He figured he might as well return to Fort Union and spend the night there. Then tomorrow he’d meet with the colonel