Slocum #395 : Slocum and the Trail to Yellowstone (9781101553640) Read Online Free Page A

got away. I couldn’t get the door open fast enough.” From the doorway, Slocum could see that the heavy post they’d been using to batter the door was lying on the ground where it must have fallen on one of the intruder’s feet. No doubt it had hurt—the ram was no small stick.
    â€œThey ever do this before?” he asked, herding her back inside.
    â€œThey never tried this.” She lit a candle and set it on the table. “Have those two lost their minds?”
    â€œNo telling what old hermits like that are thinking.”
    She let the blanket slip away and hugged him. “What can I do?”
    â€œLoad your pistol, if you must remain here.”
    â€œI can’t leave.” She hugged him tighter. He felt her thin body against his. The hard mounds of her small breasts under the flannel gown pressed into him. In a trembling voice, she asked, “Oh, my God, what will I do?”
    He released her and rebarred the door. Satisfied that the security was in place, he turned and pulled her up into his arms. As he passed by it, he blew out the candle. “They won’t be back tonight.”
    â€œWhere are you taking me?” she asked in a small girl’s voice.
    â€œWhere do you think?”
    â€œBack to bed?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œOh.” When he set her down beside the bed, she started taking her gown off over her head inside out. “Help me out of this thing.”
    He did and she began to unbutton his underwear like it was nothing at all. With her hands, she pushed the garment off his shoulders. Bending over, they bumped into each other and laughed as she helped him undress. Then she pulled him into the bed on top of her. Reaching around him, she covered them with blankets against the cold air and then lay back down in the narrow berth. He raised himself up and she moved in place under him.
    â€œI’m glad that attack is over.” She squirmed frisky-like underneath him.
    He rested in the V between her legs and felt his rising sword grow larger between them. She reached between them to catch his prod, then eased the head of his dick inside her wet gates. “Go easy on me, please.”
    â€œOf course,” he said, braced over her, his swelling probe slowly entering her. The core of his brain was ready to explode and his heart quickened with each second of progress as he pushed deeper inside of her with each small thrust. The entryway was tight and her efforts to meet him grew more furious until, at last, his swollen dick went past her ring of fire. Oh, she was proving to be exciting. He settled in to enjoy his meeting with her internal parts. Whew! She was tight, and excited for him to pound her ass.

2
    Before dawn cracked the sky, Jennifer was up with a candle reflector lamp, making oatmeal and more biscuits in a Dutch oven. Slocum pulled on his pants, then went outside barefoot to vent his bladder. His face washed by the cold air, he hurried back inside. She looked up at him from her cooking in the fireplace and nodded.
    â€œThanks. I did sleep. I’m grateful.”
    â€œDon’t mention it. It was very nice.”
    She blushed in the firelight and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I was upset about their—”
    â€œGood.” He went and dressed, buckled on his holster, and rejoined her in the big room. She wore the blue flannel nightdress that he figured she put on over her head and that went down to her ankles. She set a bowl of oatmeal before him, the cereal smelling of vanilla and cinnamon with some brown sugar on it. The enticing aroma as well as her blackberry jam on the biscuits made the saliva flow in his mouth. She silently ate some of the hot cereal from her bowl while he looked at her.
    â€œYou mad about last night?” he asked her. “You haven’t said much this morning.”
    She swept her blond hair back behind her ears. “No, I guess being alone out here I don’t talk to myself very