Longarm and the Great Milk Train Robbery by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

Chapter 12

Like many gals who’d kept their teen-aged figures well into their thirties, Ruth Fenton was built more firmly than a lot of her milk-fed customers and, as Longarm had certainly enjoyed learning for himself, nine out of ten widow women who’d been happily married up with a man they’d admired gave a hell of a better ride than many a divorcee who’d never been able to get along with the shiftless skunk who’d broken her in and taught her the little she knew about the subject.

They were going at it dog-style, the best position for combining conversation with sexual congress, by the time Ruth told him why she’d been so sure somebody was trying to put her out of business. She said she’d had her help dump the whole shipment from that one farm after pouring a dead rat head first from a delivery can into one of her glass bottles.

Gripping her firmly but gently by her trim hip bones as he stood with his bare feet planted widely on the rug beside his bed, Longarm said, “Rats do manage to drown themselves, scampering around a dairy barn in the dark, and the way I understand it, none of those mystery riders have ever boarded a milk car with or without a dead rat handy.”

She arched her slender waist to reply, “Ooooh, more to the right and are you saying it’s impossible I’m the one they’re after, then?”

Shifting his approach to the angle she indicated Longarm told her, “So far the big loser has been the railroad. You’ve made a modest profit on milk deliveries you whittled the price down on. The farmers you paid less passed their losses on to the AT&SFRR local division and they in turn passed their losses on to their insurance underwriters.”

He let that sink in for a couple more thrusts and added, “After that we ain’t talking about the national debt. Regular train robbers would have taken more off just the passengers of a serious cross-country train than those bozos have ridden off with after stopping the morning milk train four times. The figures are easy to add up because so far they’ve yet to demand the brakeman’s swell railroad watch! Let’s turn over so’s I can kiss you some more, now.”

They did and lost track of the thread of the conversation for a time as she caught up on what she said she hadn’t been indulging in for quite some time.

Gals always said that. But it seemed logical a woman running her own business in a man’s world would have to be careful, next to a lawman with a tumbleweed job, who she got in bed with. He knew a mighty lusty Texas gal with over a hundred healthy young hands on her payroll and she swore she’d never even danced with one of ’em.

You could ask a man to bust a bronc or steam clean a dairy or you could ask a man to get on top and do you right. You had a time finding a man as willing to put his heart and soul into both chores for the same gal.

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