âGo to the rooms of strange men.â
âI told you my name,â he said. âThat means Iâm not a strange man.â
âClint,â she said, to prove she remembered.
âThatâs right,â he said, pressing his lips to her soft neck, âand youâre Rachel.â
âOh my . . .â she said. She shivered as he kissed her neck.
Slowly, he began to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. When he had more of her skin bare, he ran his fingertips over it and she shivered again. She stepped back long enough for him to remove the dress all the way and peel her undies from her so that she was naked. Her breasts were full, with rounded, heavy undersides, dark brown nipples, and just the a slightest hint of sag. He cupped them in his palms and flicked at the nipples with his thumbs.
âWho was the big mean-looking guy in the restaurant?â he asked.
âWho, Andy? Heâs just the cook. And the owner.â
âNot your boyfriend?â
âNo,â she said, closing her eyes as he squeezed her breasts, ânot my boyfriend. IâI donât h-have a boyfriend.â
âThatâs good,â he said, pressing his lips to the upper slopes of her breasts. âSo thereâs nobody waiting for you at home?â
âNo,â she said, in a breathy voice, âI live by myself.â
He lifted her breasts and touched the tip of his tongue to her nipples. He flicked then easily, then took them into his mouth and sucked them hard.
âClint?â
âYes?â
âItâs been a long time for me,â she said. âCan we make this last? IâI donât know when the next time will be.â
âWell,â he said, âas far as Iâm concerned, the next time wonât be long after this time. I mean, we have all night, right?â
âYes, but . . . I mean after tonight,â she said. âThe men in this town . . . Well, there donât seem to be many real men in this town.â
âThatâs too bad,â he said, going to his knees in front of her. He pressed his mouth to her belly. âA woman like you deserves a real man.â
âOoh,â she said, grabbing his head as he tongued her deep belly button. And then she said, âOh,â as he cupped her pubic mound with his right hand. She had a lot of hair there, which he liked. He probed it gently until the end of his middle finger found her very wet.
âOh . . . my . . . God . . .â she said, as he dipped his finger into her gently.
THIRTY-FOUR
Andy Crawford closed the restaurant door, locked it, and walked to the sheriffâs office. As he entered, Sheriff Patterson looked up from his desk.
âYou donât look happy, Andy,â he said.
âI ainât,â Andy said. âThere was a stranger sniffing around Rachel today.â
âSo?â
âHe was askinâ about the old Organ Pipe burninâ down,â the cook said.
âThat must be Clint Adams,â Patterson said.
âYou know about him?â
âSure. I sent him over to you. Thought you could use the business.â
âYou sent himâWait a minute,â Andy said, suddenly. âDid you say Clint Adams?â
âThatâs right.â
âThe Gunsmith.â
âStill right, Andy.â
âWhat the hell is he doinâ in town?â Andy asked. âAnd how did he find us?â
âIt appears Joe Hickey drew him a map.â
âHickey!â
âSit down before you explode, Andy,â Harry Patterson said. âYeah, it seems Hickeyâs in Yuma Prison.â
âThatâs where he belongs, if you ask me,â Andy said. âI hope theyâre planninâ on hanginâ him.â
âDid he spend money in your place?â
âHuh?â
âAdams, did he spend money in your place?â
âOh, yeah, he ate. Beef stew.â
âSo you got any other
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