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frightened,
sweating, rotund little accountant, who confirmed to all listening
that he had been with Henderson the whole time during the killings.
The brothers-in-law knew that Henderson wouldn’t have killed Ed’s
parents himself. Oh no, he would have paid someone else to do his
dirty work; the trouble was proving it, and to date, they
hadn’t.
    Ed and Ethan used Daniel’s old homestead as
overnight accommodation for the hands that worked over that part of
the range since it was a two-day ride away. They made no complaints
when Red River steer wandered onto their land, but Henderson
slaughtered any of their cattle that roamed onto his.
    Recently, Henderson had reverted to directly
requesting to buy the land once again.
    In reply to Ethan’s question Ed shook his
head. “I tell you, Eth, Henderson is like a stone in my boot.”
    The two men eyed one another, determination
binding them together far deeper than their in-law ties. Neither
man could forget the horror that they found at Spring Creek on that
fateful day, nor the vow of vengeance that each man had silently
made.
     
     

CHAPTER 3
    Amy awoke to bright sunshine spilling over
her face and she stretched and yawned; surprisingly, she had slept
well. She smiled to herself, remembering Ethan and the spanking he
had given her in the barn last night. Amy felt rather proud of him.
She didn’t think he had it in him to stand up to her quite that
way.
    Amy leapt out of bed, and pulling her
nightdress up, she stared at her bottom in the mirror. What a shame
the pinkness from last night had gone, she thought. Amy was keen to
explore the interesting warmth and the heat that the spanking last
evening had created between her legs. But she would wait until
after their marriage before testing Ethan in that way again.
    As Amy washed and dressed, she thought about
the implications of marrying Ethan. They would live at Aunt Peggy’s
house, where Ethan and Lucy had lived after the death of their
parents. Uncle Joe, Peggy’s husband, had perished in the flood of
’86. Ethan and Ed had enlarged the back of the house a couple of
years back for Peggy so that she could be separate from the house
as she aged. Peggy still did all the cooking, for which Amy was
very grateful because that was not a role she intended to fill, no
siree! Amy realised she would have to take on some domestic chores
because of Aunt Peggy’s age, but she hoped that Peggy would still
carry on with the kitchen duties.
    Amy bred horses; she had
five beautiful, fast white horses, bred for their speed and
temperament. The color white was to be her trademark. The horses
were her life, her pride and joy, and she lived and breathed for
them. Amy suddenly remembered that Ethan’s fourth rule was no more
horse races. Well sonofabitch ! He couldn’t expect her
to back out of the Fourth of July race, no
siree , not her! She just wouldn’t mention
the subject; hopefully it wouldn’t come up again. She could just
lit off, win the race and be back before Ethan knew anything about
it. Ethan would find out eventually, but now she knew what a
spanking was like, she’d deal with it. It was no big deal, hell it
hurt more falling off a horse and she’d done that plenty o’
times!
    Amy thought for a moment about her wedding
night. She knew what to expect in the bedroom - after all, she bred
horses. But she was curious to see how a manhood looked. Was a man
as big as a horse or as small as a dog? Surely not! Amy was keen to
experience the act of mating. She wasn’t worried about the
mechanics of sex; mares seemed unconcerned when they mated, after
all. Yup, marrying Ethan would be a good thing all round. She would
be married and in control of her own destiny and together they
would raise a herd of sought-after horses that she hoped would
become renowned. Humming happily, Amy trotted down to
breakfast.
    Lucy had a million and one things buzzing
around in her head and she knew she didn’t have enough time to do
them all