Longarm and the Hell Creek Lead Storm by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans [Evans, Tabor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781101580486
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2012-04-24T00:00:00+00:00

It stopped raining mid-evening, and the night was clear. Longarm had a last cigar out on the gallery, enjoying the freshness of the storm-cleansed air, then took a walk around the yard’s perimeter.

Spying no one suspicious on the lurk, he fetched his saddlebags from the stage’s boot, as well as the bags containing the stolen train loot, and his rifle, and hauled the gear upstairs to one of the cots partitioned off by Indian blankets hanging from ropes. There were four similarly partitioned cribs on each side of the attic. The old man and the old woman occupied two, while the little boy occupied another. Both the old folks’ snores resounded off the steeply angled, pine-paneled walls.

Longarm saw an open crib on the hall’s right side, at its far end, and went in and set his gear quietly down on the floor and atop the single Windsor chair that the eight- by six-foot niche was furnished with. He stripped down to his summer-weight balbriggans, splashed water from the washbowl over his face and head and behind his neck, toweled off, then crawled beneath the freshly starched sheet and the quilt and set his head back on the surprisingly comfortable pillow.

He released a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The sound of gently splashing water came from behind the blanket to his left. He could hear someone breathing over there. There was a jagged tear in the blanket partitioning his crib off from the one on that side of him. Natural male prurience caused him to close one eye and with the other peer through the ragged gash.

Enough milky moonlight angled through the window of the next crib for him to see Sarah Hunter standing on the other side of the blanket, in front of her washstand. He couldn’t see much of her through the jagged-edged slit—only one slender arm and the entire side of a naked breast.

In the moonlight, the breast was full and creamy and tipped with a budlike nipple, and it shifted enticingly as she ran a wet sponge slowly, luxuriously across it.

She was breathing slowly, deeply, taking her time with the washing, enjoying herself, pleasuring herself, cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing them, looking down at them. She slid her thumbs back and forth across her nipples, lifted her chin, closed her eyes, drew a deep breath and released it with a long sigh and a thin, raspy moan.

Longarm’s cheeks warmed with shame. He told himself to turn away. This was the girl’s time alone. He was a wretched cur for invading her privacy. But his neck had turned to stone. He could not move his head.

The water tinkled quietly as the girl continued to slowly run the sponge across her breasts, with one hand while squeezing and the other kneading them. She kept her chin raised toward the ceiling, her blond hair cascading down her arched, shadowed back. The sides of her hair shone like silver in the moonlight. Her shoulders rose and fell deeply as she gave occasional, barely audible moans and groans.

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