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vigor.
    Clint leaned back as she bounced on top of him. Maria knew exactly how to shift her body and when to pump her hips to drive him out of his mind. Finally, she took every inch of him inside her and rocked back and forth until he was past the point of no return.

EIGHT
    The next morning Clint slipped out of Maria’s house without waking her. He walked back to his hotel and had breakfast there, then went over to the vet’s office. This time he went to the front door again, and when he knocked, it was opened by an older man.
    â€œDr. Martin?” he asked.
    â€œDoc Martin is fine,” the man said. “I’m a vet, not a doctor. You must be Mr. Adams.”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    The two men shook hands.
    â€œCome on in,” Martin said.
    Clint entered, and Martin closed the door and turned to face him.
    â€œThat’s a mighty fine animal you got there,” the man said. He was tall, probably seventy or so, so there was a slight stoop that took away some of the height he used to have.
    â€œYeah, thanks,” Clint said. “He’s kind of special.”
    â€œWell, I’ll take you see to him,” Martin said. “I gotta tell you, Andrea took real good care of him while I was away.”
    Clint followed the vet through to the room he used for large animals, where Eclipse was standing calmly. There was no sign of Andrea.
    â€œThere he is,” Martin said. “Like I said, my daughter did a fine job with him, and he’s gonna heal just fine.”
    â€œHow long?”
    â€œA few days, I’d think. I guess you can find something to do in town until then. I understand you’re lookin’ for the men who shot at you and hit your horse.”
    â€œThat’s right,” Clint said.
    â€œYou intend to kill them?”
    Clint decided to be honest.
    â€œIf all they had done was shoot at me, maybe not,” Clint said, “but they shot my horse.”
    â€œBelieve me,” he said, “I understand that. Especially an animal like this one.”
    â€œTell me what I owe you—” Clint started.
    â€œWe can take care of that later,” the doctor said. “We still have some time.”
    â€œI’m sorry your daughter’s not here,” Clint said. “I’d like to thank her.”
    â€œI’m sure you’ll see her again when you come to pick your horse up,” Martin said. “Here, I’ll let you out this way.”
    Martin opened the side door to let Clint out and said, “Come by anytime.”
    â€œI will. Thanks.”
    Clint was coming back around the corner when he saw the sheriff coming the other way.
    â€œI stopped at your hotel and they told me you just left,” Ingram said. “We’ve got the body over at the undertaker’s.”
    â€œGood,” Clint said. “Let’s go over and take a look.”
    Ingram led the way.

NINE
    When they got to the undertaker’s, Ingram took Clint right in to see the body. The undertaker himself wasn’t around.
    â€œDo you know him?” Clint asked.
    â€œNever saw him before.”
    Clint took a look at the face again. He had the same reaction as he’d had out on the trail—nothing. He didn’t know the man, didn’t think he’d ever seen him before.
    â€œFind anything on him?”
    â€œNothin’.”
    That fit with what Clint knew. He’d gone through the man’s pockets and had come up empty.
    â€œWhat about a horse?” Clint asked.
    â€œDidn’t find one. It either ran off, or his partners took it with them.”
    â€œWhat about a trail left by the other two?” Clint asked.
    â€œI’ve got my best trackers out there lookin’,” Ingram said. “If they left a trail, we’ll find it.”
    Clint took a last look at the body. The clothes were trail worn, as was the gun. This was a man who was not used to having money, so he’d probably taken