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and she took it.
    “Sure you don’t need help putting your buggy up?” he asked.
    “I’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. “See you around.”
    “Let me know if I can help you with . . . anything,” he said.
    “You don’t owe me anything, Clint,” she said. “You paid my bill.”
    “That’s fine,” he said, “but I’ll be in Veracruz for a while. Just remember, if you need me, all you have to do is ask.”
    “I will remember,” she said. “Thanks.”
    He nodded. She shook the reins at her horse and headed off at a trot. He turned and went into his hotel. His foot had started to throb and he wanted to take his boot off.
     
    While Dr. Oliver Graham went to work on the injured from the accident, his wife told him she was going home.
    “I’ll see you there later, dear,” he said. “This might take a while.”
    As she left, he was thinking he certainly could have used the help of Dr. Sugarman. Once he got his hospital up and running, he wondered how he was going to explain to his wife that he was going to offer Dr. Sugarman a position.
     
    When she left her husband, Lillian Graham did not go home. She went to a hotel not far from the one Clint was staying in. She drew looks as she walked through the lobby, not because she was beautiful—she wasn’t—but because she was dressed too well for the place.
    She did not stop at the front desk, but headed directly upstairs to the second floor. She walked to Room 5 and knocked. The man who opened the door was about forty, with a scarred, squared-jawed face. When he saw her, he smiled.
    “Hiya, baby.”
    As usual, when he called her “baby,” she got a chill.
    “Come on in here,” he said, grabbing the front of her dress and yanking her into the room.

EIGHT
    His name was Rufus. He made his living by hurting people. This was something that excited some women. But he was also ugly. That was something that excited women less. So when he found a woman who was excited by him, he forgave a lot.
    This doctor’s wife was not attractive. She had a face like an axe, but Rufus found that if he stripped her naked and turned her over, she looked okay. She must have been in her late forties, but she had a pretty good body. And she also knew what to do in bed with a man—just lie there and let him have his way.
    He knew the scars on his face had excited her from the beginning, but now after a few months he knew what else excited her.
    He bunched the front of her dress in his fist, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard. Then he held her at arm’s length and tore the clothes from her body. She stood there with her dress in tatters, her naked breasts heaving as she breathed hard. She had remarkably good breasts for a woman her age, full, heavy, with big brown nipples.
    “Come on,” she said. “I had a rough afternoon. I need this!”
    He grabbed her, pawed her naked breasts, tweaked her nipples until tears came to her eyes. As good as her breasts were, it was still good to just turn her over so he wouldn’t have to see her face.
    He threw her on the bed, flipped her over, and removed the rest of her dress, then slapped her hard on the buttocks until they glowed red.
    “Stay there!” he said.
    She remained where she was, but reached for a pillow so she could bury her face in it. She didn’t want anyone to hear her when she screamed.
    He removed his trousers, and then his shirt. He had already been barefoot, and he never wore underwear. His cock was already swollen, but he reached down and stroked it so that it grew larger and harder. He stared at her ass while he did this. When he was sufficiently hard, he went to her, took her buttocks in both hands, and spread them. Then he leaned forward and spat on her anus. He’d learned this from a whore in Sonora. He worked his spit in with his big thumb, then pressed the spongy head of his cock there and pushed.
    Lillian’s screams were indeed muffled by the pillow . . .
     
    Clint removed his boot as soon as he got