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again. "Why thank you, Missy, but that's another thing about me. I haven't always made a good living. My parents are gone like yours. They died one right after the other when I was sixteen. After that I was a dirt-poor cowboy with nothing but a puddin'-footed horse and a hankering to find my next meal. Eventually I got lucky enough to hang my hat at the Easy Go Ranch in west Texas for some time. Then the harsh winter of '86 and the death of so many cattle saw most of us ranch hands out of a job, leaving me even dirt poorer and my saddle-slickin' days in the dust."
    Grover moved the cloth to between her legs and rubbed while looking into her eyes. Missy stared back at him, willing him to continue with both his strokes and his story.
    "It was four years 'til I had steady income after that. I mostly wandered, taking odd work here and there. That's when I got into bounty hunting. It's hard to attract a woman, let alone go about courting her, with that kind of dangerous, wandering life."
    He abandoned the cloth and touched between her legs with his fingers. Giving her a roguish smile, he continued speaking while stroking her inner thighs then exploring every inch of her folds. "Lucky for me, I was better than most at bounty hunting. I became known as a quick gun, which put me in the county sheriff's sights for this marshal post. He also liked my reputation for having a level head. I've shot more than a few men dead, but I've not fired a single dirty bullet. I've never shot an innocent man or even a guilty one who didn't first try to shoot me or someone under my protection."
    "I'm sure you're very honorable," she managed to say. She closed her eyes and worked to keep moans from escaping her lips as he tended to the intimate place between her legs.
    He chuckled, a rich, velvety sound, and flicked her bud with his thumb. "You're sure of that, are you, Missy? Some might say what I'm doing at the moment isn't very honorable."
    "Yes," she insisted. "I'm sure." She could tell he was a good man.
    Suddenly she opened her eyes. She grabbed the sides of the tub with both hands and bolted to an upright position. "Wait a minute. Grover? Grover Huntley ?"
    One of his eyebrows lifted. He removed his hand from between her legs. "You've heard of me, Missy?"
    Of course she'd heard of him. Grover Huntley, one of the fastest guns in Texas, rivaled only by a few, including her husband who wished him dead. Grover Huntley, the gunslinger who shot her husband's brother in a fight that left only one of them standing.
    She felt certain Grover could hear her heart beating. She glanced around the room. "I reckon I read about you in the paper, that's all," she said, trying to sound unruffled, but her words came out in a stutter and her knuckles turned white from the grip she had on the sides of the tub.
    He stood, towering above her. "Reckon that, do you?" He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. "You know what I reckon, Missy?" He bent and crushed his lips against hers. His tongue tore into her mouth and plundered it. When Beth glided her tongue to meet his, he gave it one rough caress before pulling away. In a flash, the kiss was over. It left her heart beating faster than before and her stomach fluttering wildly. He bore his eyes into hers. "I reckon that was another lie." He released her hair from his hand. "Finish your bath, Missy. Then I'll give you a proper seeing-to." He ambled to the other side of the room, bringing the chair with him. He sat at a spot next to the kitchen table and waited.
     
     
     

Chapter 3 - Spanked for Your Blarney and Lies
     
    Beth dried herself with a soft towel. She felt Grover's gaze raking her body from the other side of the room. She felt warm all over, yet she shivered with anticipation and desire. She felt sure that he would have his way with her, and she hoped that he would. She wanted to feel his touch again. She already missed it. Finished drying, she wrapped the towel around her and met his