woman was sweet, soft, sexy, and the best kisser he'd ever come across. She was driving him wild with desire because of her obvious desire for him. He moved his mouth from her lips to her ear and whispered, "I'm yours, baby. Whatever you want, you just ask."
He was rewarded when she said in a breathless voice, "Just keep kissing me like this."
"You got it." He trailed his mouth to hers following a pathway leading to bliss.
Chapter 23: Butch Rhapsody
Dovie wanted to stay in the beautiful meadow with Toby all day, but he kissed the corner of her mouth and said, "Darlin' I've gotta get back to camp because there's something I have to do." She nodded and he kissed her mouth one last time before helping her up and lifting her onto Blue. During the return ride she leaned back against him and often felt him nuzzling her hair and neck. She wished she could make time stand still.
Back at her wagon, Toby dismounted, helped her down, and then bent to whisper in her ear. "Honey, we have a dinner date next Saturday night, right?"
She nodded and he kissed her forehead before reaching for her cane leaning against the side of the wagon. He handed it to her and then placed his index finger under her chin and lifted until her eyes met his. The tenderness in their blue depths almost made her cry. He lowered his voice and said, "God, you're beautiful," before mounting Blue and trotting away.
Dovie hadn't responded and she wanted to cry out, "You're beautiful, too, Toby," but of course, she didn't. Never, even in her dreams, had she felt such love and passion for a man. Oh, she'd imagined what it might be like, but nothing came close to what she felt for Toby Tanner. Was she about to have her heart broken?
Glancing across the camp, she saw Sean and Tessa surrounded by children and adults. The famous couple was signing autographs and laughing with their admirers. Roxy was among the group and looked up to see Dovie and waved. The girl's transformation was amazing. Dovie only hoped it continued after the Trail Blaze was over.
Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing when several whoops and the sound of thundering hooves were heard. Cowboys wearing bandanas over their mouths and with their hats pulled low were barreling down the dusty road toward them.
Beaner, who was standing in the center of camp yelled, "It's the Walton Gang come to rob us blind! Everybody, hurry to your wagons and hide yer valuables!"
For a moment, no one moved, and then pioneers scattered in every direction.
Roxy moved faster than Dovie had ever seen and the girl was laughing by the time she reached their wagon. "Oh man, I can't wait to see what happens now!"
Dovie said, "Let's hide behind the wagon."
Both women made for the backside of their wagon and peeked around it. The leader of the gang was now in the center of camp and his horse reared up on two legs. He yelled, "We're the Walton Gang and I'm Ron-Boy, the leader! Don't think you can hide from me!"
Four more cowboys on large steeds halted behind him and Dovie held her hand over her heart. Even though it was all pretend, her heart pounded as fast and hard as when Toby had kissed her.
Suddenly, another voice yelled, "Ron-Boy, I can't let you rob these innocent pioneers!" Toby had stepped from behind the chuck wagon wearing a low-slung gun belt and holding a large pistol trained on Ron-Boy. The band of bandits each drew their weapons, but Ron-Boy called out, "Holster your guns, men!" The men mumbled, but obeyed. Ron-Boy dismounted. "Well, well, if it isn't Butch Rhapsody. I was wondering if we'd ever meet up again."
"So now you know," Toby, or rather Butch, retorted.
The two men faced each other from a distance of about twenty feet and then Ron-Boy yelled, "I say we settle this once and for all with a shoot out. If you win, my men will load me onto my horse and leave. If I win, I get all the valuables on this train and I'll let you go in peace."
Butch lowered his gun into his holster. "I think
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