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"Jesus, Chris!" Tanner pushed his way to the cave's entrance, intent on helping his best friend. He felt strong arms grabbing onto his arms and pulling him back. The voice he heard was disconcerting. Tanner knew that there were two Chrises but hearing Larabee's scream then hearing the same controlled voice in his hear disoriented the tracker enough so that Chris could calm him down.
"You won't be any good to him if you get caught too." Chris knew what Tanner was about to do and had been ready. Vin would have done the same thing if it had been him. "Josiah!"
The preacher's son hurried to the front, knowing what he had to do. Josiah entered the cave cautiously, knowing that it would be unless if he got hurt too. "Chris?!?!"
"Down here, Josiah." The grim voice came from below the profiler. Josiah quickly looked down to see Larabee hanging by his fingers.
"Dear God!" Josiah quickly bent, grabbed onto Larabee's wrists and with a little difficulty hauled the blonde gunslinger back onto the ledge. Larabee nodded his thanks and Josiah returned it with a wide grin.
"My God." The awe in Mary's voice gave sound to everyone's thoughts. Once Josiah had rescued Chris and a preliminary search of the ledge had shown that it was big enough to accommodate all of them, everyone had gathered on the ledge. Their torches illuminated the tremendous cavern. As far as the light shone, it showed the treasure hunters a huge cave shaped like a cylinder. It brought to mind a huge missile silo, but the walls were not smooth. Instead, row after row of niches had been dug out of the walls.
"It's a catacomb." Ezra's voice was hushed with respect for the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of dead buried within the walls of the cavern.
"The City of the Dead." Julia nodded with agreement as she studied the walls, still clutching Standish's hand. When he felt her involuntary shudder, Standish wrapped his arm around her, securing her to him.
"And how the hell are we gonna get across that?" Buck pointed his torch across the empty space, spanning the size of a tennis court, to the other ledge.
"Well, I don't know about you, brother, but there's no way I can transverse across such an obstacle course." Josiah's voice was disappointed.
"What obstacle course?" Dunne piped up from Buck's side. "There's nothing there 'cept empty space."
"Only the Soul of the Godly can traverse the depths of the earth," Mary repeated then smiled. "Only Josiah can see the test, like only Sheriff Dunne could see the handholds."
"Then we're going to need the Fox to go through the obstacle course," Josiah said as he turned to look at the thief. He was the only one who could see the obstacles that laced the path from this ledge to the other. They all looked like Olympic gymnastics trials. It was right up the Fox's alley of expertise. "She's the only one who can do this."
Julia Catherine, a.k.a. the Fox, stood with wide eyes at the big man's words. "Me?" Looking across the vast emptiness, she began shaking her head. Climbing up a wall without seeing where the handholds were was one thing, trusting someone to get you across an obstacle course you couldn't see with the possibility of plunging to death was another. Julia shook her head, unwilling to put that much faith in anyone. She was a survivor, trusting no one, depending on no other than herself. But it was the only way home, it was the only way to La Piedra.
"Julia." The soft voice in her ear was identical to her own. "I know you don't want to trust people but you have to sometime in your life." The Fox turned to face Julia, both women looking straight into each other's identical eyes. Julia continued to speak, "If you were to trust anyone, trust these people." Julia indicated the people she now considered family and whom she knew Fate had deemed family for her future twin.
The Fox searched her twin's eyes and saw something there she had been missing all her life—completeness. Miss Julia Pemberton was complete; she had a home, a love of her own, a family who cared for her. All because of these people. The Fox nodded, realizing how much she had to gain. "All right, Josiah. What do you want me to do?"
Josiah's face broke into a huge grin before he swept her up in a bear hug. The Fox was surprised at the safety and warmth surrounding her. It had been a long time since she had felt this safe. Maybe Julia was right. Maybe these were the people she could trust, maybe, like for Julia, these people could be the Fox's family.
"All right, Julia, there's a bar about three feet up and two feet over. You're gonna have to swing from it to the ledge that's five feet in front of and below the bar." Josiah's voice sounded even further away. Even though the ledge was visible to the others on the other ledge, the final part of her test was not visible to Julia. The cavern was much too dark for her to even see the hand in front of her face. The thief had to put all of her faith in Josiah. She wondered if that was another part of the riddle: Josiah was the "Soul of the Godly' but she had to have faith in him to survive the test.
As she passed through each 'Ring of Fire' it became more and more difficult for both her and Josiah. For the Fox, each test pushed her to the limit of her skills. In a way, it was the ultimate high for the thief, pitting herself against the trials and seeing how much she could do. For Josiah, standing on the ledge and trying to see the obstacle from such a far distance was frightening. He was scared that the distances he was yelling at Julia would be wrong, sending the young woman plunging to her death. 'Please God let me guide her through this. Let me see what I need to see.'
Julia sighed and looked across the supposedly empty space. If she guessed correctly, this was the last test. Taking a deep breath, she launched herself into the air, and was flying through it, feeling herself falling before her hands caught on the metal bar.
On the ledge beside Josiah, Ezra stood with his heart in his throat. It was difficult enough to know that the love of your life was on the opposite side of the law as you were. But standing here watching her go through dangerous tests of faith had the normally stoic undercover agent a bundle of nerves. He paced back and forth, never obscuring Josiah's sight or his own of Julia's progress. His pacing suddenly stopped when Chris grabbed his arm.
"Ez, you're making Josiah nervous." Ezra nodded, knowing the truth of the words, but he could not help it. He was terrified that he would lose Julia just when he had found her. He quietly stood by his team leader, watching Julia hang from the invisible bar. He watched as she rotated herself about the bar, gathering enough momentum to launch her body across the five foot space and onto the invisible landing platform below her.
Once, twice, thrice she swung, then in a blink of an eye she was flying across the space. In that instant, Julia knew that her momentum wasn't enough. Her scream caught in her throat as she felt her body slide by the ledge, missing it by mere centimeters.
"Julia!" Ezra's roar echoed through the cavern as other horrified gasps followed his tormented scream.
Julia's breathing was harsh, short gasps. Looking down below her into the empty void, she thanked Josiah's God for that small miracle. Above her, her arms were outstretched, hanging onto the lip of the ledge. Her cat-like reflexes stopped her from falling to her death.
"Julia?!?!?!" Ezra's voice filtered into her conscience, reminding her that she wasn't clear yet. She smiled at the concern in his voice and made a mental note to kiss the man once she was safely back in his arms.
"I'm all right, darling, just let me... " Her words stopped as she used her arms to pull herself up onto the safety of the ledge. Once on the safety of the solid granite ledge, the Fox rested there a moment before lifting her head back to her companions. "Josiah... "
"Julia, I'm sorry... "
"No, don't worry about it, my own fault." Julia heard the self-deprecation in the profiler's voice. When was the last time anyone cared about what happened to her? A very long time. "What now?" Julia stared into the darkened cave before her, unsure of what to do.
"Go in, tell us what you see." Larabee's voice cut through the darkness, giving the thief her instructions.
"Well, that's just fine and dandy, Mr. Larabee. You're not the one walking into the lion's den. Blind, no less." Julia's mumbled ranting lessened the isolation she felt as she tentatively stepped into the cave. What she found surprised the hell out of the thief. The cave was small and brightly lit. Hundreds of candles lit the room in their brilliance. The walls were decorated with images to times past including a magnificent rendition of what looked, to Julia, like Death. His sinister robes flowed with liquid fluidity and his scythe looked sharp enough to cut a person in two. The Fox shivered at how lifelike the painting was but shook off her fears. She had a job to do.
"I found it!" Her voice carried on the moist air to those on the other ledge and brought Mary and Vin to attention.
"Latin or Spanish?" Mary's voice reached her old friend with little difficulty.
"Spanish."
At Julia's answer, Mary turned to smile at the ATF sharpshooter. "It's all yours."
"Okay, Julia! Good to go!" Vin called out to let Julia know that he was ready to translate.
El Primero que camina este Tierra
Esos que vivir
The Fox's pronunciation left much to be desired but Vin managed to get it all written down. "Okay, got it!"
"Good, now I can get the hell—NOOOOOOOO!"
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On the other ledge, both Josiah and Ezra were screaming for Julia to answer. The sounds of a fight could be heard, metal striking stone, flesh hitting flesh.
Julia frantically dodged the gleaming sickle, her eyes wide with unbelieving fear. The painting of Death was attacking her! The moment she had finished reading the inscription to Vin, the dark figure stepped off the wall and swung the deadly blade, missing her by mere inches. Only her cat-like reflexes saved her from being decapitated. Blow after blow, the Fox dodged, fearing for her life. Out of instinct born of survival, the Fox fought back, realizing somewhere in the back of her subconscious that Death was solid and could be hurt, not easily, but she could still do damage.
"Jesus, what is going on?" Standish watched as his twin paced, helpless to render aid.
"Josiah, can you see... "
"No." Josiah irritably answered his boss. The profiler stood on the very lip of the ledge, leaning over as far as he dared, trying to catch a glimpse of the battle raging across the chasm. Suddenly he saw them: Julia and her opponent, the Wraith. He saw how her powerful blows disorient the menacing figure but only for a little while. He realized that if Julia could physically fight the guardian prophesized in the Latin cheat, then perhaps a gun would be more effective. "Vin! Shoot it!"
Both sharpshooters stared at the older man with confusion. "Shoot what?"
"You can't see it?" Josiah couldn't believe it! Of all the times for them not to see their target! "Give me the rifle." Without waiting for Vin's compliance, Josiah grabbed the sniper's rifle from his hands, hefting it onto his shoulder and took aim.
Josiah stared through the scope, silently praying for Julia to move out of the way. Her back was to him, trying to escape the cave. Come on, girl, move! The big man silently cursed as Julia kept moving into his sights, obscuring a clear shot. He closed his eyes, uttering a silent prayer, putting all of his considerable faith in God, in his friends, in himself, behind the prayer. Please, God... His eyes flashed opened and before he realized it, the rifle had discharged.
"Great shot, Josiah." Tanner patted the taller man on the back. Once Josiah had guided Julia safely across the chasm, Ezra had tossed all caution to the wind and swept the thief into a fierce embrace. Julia had returned it by clinging to the Southern ATF agent. Two death defying feats in one day were enough for the adrenaline-addicted thief. Now they were back in the sun, basking in the cool afternoon air, a picnic lunch spread before them.
"Vin, Casey, what's the translation?" Larabee was leaning back against a tree trunk, relaxed yet alert for any trouble.
"Well, the first part that Julia read to us says 'The first to walk this land, Those who dwell' and that's it." Casey translated as she stared at Vin's writing.
"And the last part of the second Spanish clue on the map says 'en la Alta Tierra, con ellos el Sol Dios vivir.' Which means 'in the high earth, With them the Sun God lives.' Vin had taken the more faded leather map and translated the text on it.
"The first to walk this land," JD said as he took a bite of his chicken. "Those were the Native Americans, right?"
"Native Americans?" Dunne looked to his twin for an explanation.
"Indians."
"Oh."
"Okay, we're looking for Indians," Alexandra repeated as she leaned back into Tanner's embrace.
"Which tribe?" Julia asked. "There must be hundreds in this area alone. Which tribe would be the correct one?"
"The one that lives in the 'high earth', whatever that is." Buck took a long drink from a canteen, then passed it to Chris.
"Could it possibly mean the natives that live in homes craved out of the side of a mountain?" Standish mused out loud. "I once came across a tribe of Indians who inhabited such abodes. And they are not far from here, perhaps a two hour ride."
"Well, it don't hurt to check it out," Tanner agreed.
Both Larabee and Chris nodded. Larabee searched the horizon, then said, "We ride in an hour."
"It's gone." Tanner reported as he trotted back to the group awaiting him. Tanner had gone into the mountainside Indian city alone, citing that his familiarity with Indians might allow him to pass through the city unhurt.
"What do you mean gone?" Buck stood up in his saddle, gazing at the numerous Indians standing in front of their homes.
"Stolen. By some guy who owns a saloon in a nearby town, an hour's ride south."
"And they just told you all this?" Larabee suspiciously watched the natives. Most Indian tribes did not just offer information.
"They're desperate, they want the statue back. I told them that we'd get it back for them."
"You did, huh, cowboy?" Larabee glared at Tanner for making assumptions that they could retrieve the relic for the tribe and for making a promise they might not be able to keep.
"Yup." Tanner's grin was unrepentant.
"What about the test?" Inez asked suddenly. "How could this saloon owner take the Sun God from these people without passing the test?"
Tanner shook his head. "There wasn't a test, least not one that the Indians knew about. They say he just came in, killed the guards, and took off with the statue."
"So it's a statue." Nathan mused and received a nodded from the tracker.
"Gold, shaped like the sun, with rays shooting off it."
"Let's go find this town and this saloon owner." Chris mounted up and headed south, not waiting to see if the others followed, fully expecting them to.
"Arrogant son of a bitch." Mary muttered, to which Alex Ellora nodded with agreement, nevertheless they all followed.
"Damn, how are we gonna get in that?" Dunne stared wide-eyed at the edifice of the grandest saloon he'd ever seen. The front door was guarded by three men as big as Josiah and Buck, all heavily armed. Larabee had sent him and Standish with Chris, Vin, and Josiah to scout out the town. Through Standish's careful questioning, they had learned that Kent Catkin was the owner of the Catkin Saloon and he did indeed have the stolen relic. Rumors said that Catkin kept the statue in his private quarters above the saloon.
"We could send in Julia," Vin said but at Standish's horrified look quickly added, "I mean the Fox."
"Not alone." Chris stared through the glass windows; music wafting through the air and suddenly it hit him. "We need a distraction." Chris murmured as he continued to search the buildings surrounding Catkin's saloon.
"We could always give Josiah a bottle of Red Dog and... " Vin ducked as Josiah's fist came at him.
"Yours too, huh? Only our Josiah likes Red Eye." Dunne grinned at the larger man, confident that the blonde man between them would be an effective shield.
"Funny, Vin, JD, real funny."
Chris suddenly turned to Standish. "Ezra, how much money do have on you?"
"And pray tell, why would you be needing my money?" Standish warily studied the man before him. He may look like his long time friend and leader but in some ways, he wasn't.
Chris slung an arm around the gambler's shoulders and smiled.
That smile scared Standish.
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"What the hell is all this?" Larabee shook out the crimson dancing gown. The women all retrieved similar dresses from the brown paper wrapped packages. Each dress was of a different style and color. Julia Pemberton wrinkled her nose in distaste and Alexandra raised an elegant eyebrow. The gowns were the sort only saloon girls wore: gaudy and revealing. The women from the future really did not have a problem with the 'gowns', truth be told, they wore more revealing clothing in their daily lives.
"It's our way in." Chris critically surveyed the same dress over his twin's shoulder.
"So, Ez, you going in as 'singer' again?" Tanner's quiet drawl garnered chuckles from the others and a glare from Standish.
"Ezra's not the one wearing these dresses." Chris smiled; it sent chills down several spines. "Mary, Inez, both Alexes and Miss Pemberton are."
The plan was simple: Chris would go in with the five women and cause enough of a distraction so that Larabee and the others could search Catkin's private quarters. The Fox would be staying with Larabee, because Chris had reasoned, she was the professional thief and could easily break into any safe Catkin had. There had been objections of course, mostly from Larabee, Tanner, and Standish.
Larabee didn't want anyone in the line of fire, especially the women, and neither Tanner nor Standish wanted their respective ladies anywhere in that saloon. The women all adamantly proclaimed that they did not need the men to get them out of trouble. To which Larabee simply rolled his eyes, remembering the last two times the women decided to leave the men behind, saying the 'could take care of themselves' and that 'they wouldn't get into any trouble'. He still got nightmares from those two times his wife and her friends had gone out on their own.
Chris assured everyone that he and the women were not going in alone... JD, Josiah, Nathan, and Standish could slowly trickle into the saloon and cover their backs. Larabee finally consented on the condition that both sharpshooters would be positioned so that they could cover any retreat made by either group.
Finalizing their plans, the women found boulders which to change behind while the men checked over their weapons and kept watch.
Wolf whistles greeted the entrance of the seven women. Not only were the Fox once again garbed in her form-fitting black clothes and Casey in rather tight, borrowed jeans but the other women were also welcomed sights for the male eyes. The four peacekeepers were surprised at the very enthusiastic and very public show of approval made by their futuristic counterparts. Whereas Julia and Alexandra seemed embarrassed by the open admiration, the women of the 20th century curtsied and blew kisses to their admiring audience.
Mary's tight blue satin dancing dress gave her more cleavage than was safe and had both Larabee men's mouths going dry. Chris turned to Larabee and tapped his own chest. "Mine," he whispered. Larabee's grin promised retribution for Chris's earlier appraisal of his wife and Chris made a mental note to keep Mary the hell away from his gunslinging twin.
Alex wore a blue dress with black trim, while her 'Dr. Quinn' twin wore a deep yellow gown with black trim. Chris had chosen a crimson colored dancing gown for Inez and she wore it with aplomb, while Julia sported a forest green dress and looked damn good in it.
"Mr. Larabee, please accept my thanks for your impeccable taste. You must have found the only Jezebel's dress that I would have agreed to wear." Julia stood with her hands on her hips and silently dared the blonde man to comment. Chris was smarter than that; he only grinned as he headed for the saddled horses.
"See ya in town, boys."
"Hold up." Chris pulled up on the reins and the brown mare nickered softly. They had been riding for only fifteen minutes and were barely a half a mile away from the hill where the rest of their friends were making camp.
"Chris? Why are we stopping? Is there something wrong?" Mary anxiously scanned the surrounding area, searching for trouble.
"Yeah, there's a problem." The ATF leader dismounted and held his arms up for Mary. She quickly slid down into his arms. The other women followed suit and gathered around the blonde couple.
"Chris?" Alex watched Chris as he surveyed the five of them.
"Don't take this the wrong way," Chris said with a rakish smile. "But you five don't exactly look like whores."
"I'm not sure if that is a compliment or an insult, senor." Inez arched an eyebrow, challenging Chris to get himself out of this one.
"It's a compliment." Mary watched with amazement as Chris poured on the charm that was so well hidden behind his 'pain-in-the-ass' exterior. His smile could have melted lead. "The five of you are too beautiful and intelligent looking to be common whores. And you don't exactly look like you've been rolling around in the hay."
"And what would you suggest we do about that, Mr. Larabee?" Mary challenged him with her eyes, her words, and her stance.
He only smiled.
"What the hell are they stoppin' for?" Larabee's voice sounded irritated. The remaining members of the Four Corners contingent still waited on the hill overlooking the Catkin-ruled town. Larabee and Vin watched as the five women and one man stopped their horses about a mile away from the hill.
"Chris just dismounted and so did the women," Vin reported as he continued to watch them through his spyglass. His eyes widened and he pulled the spyglass away from his eye, quickly glancing at his best friend's twin before returning to the scene unfolding below them.
Larabee felt the quick glance and stiffened. They were too far away for the black clad man to see the group clearly. "What are they doin'?"
"Well, right now," Vin's voice was amused. "Chris is kissin' Mary."
Mary melted into Chris's arms as he deepened the kiss. He surrounded her with his strength, his power, his masculinity, and his sensuality. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders burying her fingers in the softness of his blonde hair. His tongue slid over and around hers, enticing her to come and play. His hands pressed her even closer to his hard body, imprinting every contour against her own softer one. His hands never stayed still. Sweeping all over her body, squeezing, caressing, leaving hot trails of desire in their wake.
The feminine laughter around them brought the couple back down to earth. Chris pulled away from the object of his raging desire and looked down at her. Mary's lips were swollen and moist, her eyes were clouded with passion and her skin was flushed. She looked like she had been thoroughly loved by a gunslinging cowboy. If she looked like that after just one kiss, Chris thought, what would she look like when I'm inside her. Chris grinned with satisfaction and anticipation.
The four other women exchanged amused glances. They had quickly realized what Chris had in mind when he had grabbed Mary. The ATF team leader certainly had no intention of bedding each and every one of them, only of giving them the appearance of having done so. After all, a man did not spend days on the trail with five beautiful women and not take advantage of their company. Alex Ellora stepped forward with a smile. "My turn."
Chris grinned at the female doctor as he wrapped one arm around her waist. Alex Ellora slid her arms around his neck and pulled his blonde head down to her own dark one. The man might be one arrogant son of a bitch, but he was one sexy son of a bitch.
"LARABEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Vin's outraged howl brought the others running.
"What is goin... ," Before Josiah could finish the question, Vin was already picking up his sniper's rifle.
"I'm gonna kill that stinkin' son of a bitch!" Vin muttered as he quickly loaded the rifle. He didn't care if Christopher Larabee was his best friend, his boss, a part of his family—his soul. He was going to kill the bastard!
Everyone turned to see Larabee grinning his head off. That was never a good sign. "Chris is kissin' Alex," he said in way of explanation for Vin's odd behavior. Larabee had no idea why his twin was kissing the other four women but just seeing the looks on the faces of their men was well worth it. Especially the look on his own second-in-command's face.
"What?!?!?!!?!!?" Tanner pounced on his spyglass and lifted it to see the ATF agent kissing the future's Alex Styles. He couldn't help it, he laughed in relief, dropping the spyglass into Buck's demanding hand. The woman in Chris' arms wasn't his fiancée.
"Go ahead and laugh, it ain't your woman he's kissin'." Vin muttered as he tossed a dark glare at this twin. Larabee leaned over and grabbed the rifle out of the sharpshooter's hands, an admonishing glare on his face.
Vin glared at Larabee. "Be careful, cowboy, I just might shoot you too, just on principle."
Larabee snorted. "Yeah, right."
"I'm sure it's for a good reason," Tanner said with a smirk.
Buck grinned at both sharpshooters as he lowered the glass. "Well, Tanner, I'm real glad you feel that way, 'cause he's kissin' your Alex now."
"WHAT!"
Alexandra was dizzy by the time Chris released her. "Damn," she breathed. Alexandra fanned herself, she always thought that Chris Larabee was desirable but now she knew for sure how good a kisser the intense man was.
"Hmmm," Alex Ellora agreed with her twin, sneaking a glance at Mary Travis through her lashes. Alex couldn't decide if the international reporter was angrier than hell or still aroused from Chris' kiss. The reporter was flushed and breathing heavily. She watched as Mary's eyes widened and turned to see what had caused the reporter's reaction. Alex Ellora felt her own eyes widened.
Chris stood with his arms around both Julia and Inez Solona, his blonde head alternating between the fiery redhead and the sultry Latino woman. Their hands wandered his chest and back as he pressed them against his hard body.
Alexandra watched as Chris continued to shift his attention between her once adversary, now friend, and a good friend's twin. She watched as Chris buried his hand in Julia's red hair, using his grip to move her as he wanted. On his other side, Inez nibbled on the soft lobe of his ear, demanding attention. Chris turned his focus to the sultry bartender, tracing her lips with his tongue, he nudged them opened and slipped in, mimicking a more intimate act.
BANG!
The bullet that nicked the ground by Chris's boot did not come from the hill overlooking them as he expected, but from the blonde reporter.
Mary watched as Chris rubbed his face against Inez's hair, slowly smiling that damn male smile again. She growled softly, leveling the gun at him, intending only to teach the smug son of a bitch a lesson. But she had forgotten how fast he could move. Before she could blink, Chris had knocked the gun out of her hand and had her pinned against him, his hard lips moving on her still passion-bruised ones.
Chris could feel Mary's resistance, she had been jealous, he had seen it in her eyes. His lady reporter was possessive, just as he was. They would do well together. Chris smiled briefly against her lips at the thought and then set himself to assure her of his desire for her. He trapped her arms against his chest as one hand held her head at his mercy. Kiss by kiss, he felt her anger dissolve and her passion rise. Before he threw her down and buried himself in her like he wanted, Chris ripped his lips from her too tempting mouth and traced her ear with his tongue. He felt her shivers and smiled. "I want you, not them, you."
Mary barely heard the words through her haze of passion but as Chris pulled back and she looked into his crystalline green eyes, she did not doubt his words.
Both Julia and Inez Solona eyed each other with a smile. Chris Larabee could certainly kiss. Julia lifted her eyes to search the hill's outline and saw the flapping red coat and two tan buckskin jackets that indicated the outraged descent of her lover and the two Vins. Julia grinned, anticipating all the trouble she could reek with this situation. She turned to see the matching devious smiles on the other women's faces. It seemed that they were having just as much fun at their lovers' expense. With a nod, the four remaining women surrounded Chris.
Chris was mildly surprised to feel the press of other female bodies behind and around him. He turned to see their mischievous grins and couldn't help but grinned back. He could read their smiles well enough and he knew his men. "The Vins and Standish are running down that hill, aren't they?"
Alexandra nodded her smile widening. "And I don't think they're too happy with you."
Chris's devil-may-care laugh echoed through the plains. "Then I suggest we get going. Ladies?"
Within seconds the six riders were mounted and racing across the plains. Leaving behind some very outraged men swearing revenge.
All eyes in the Catkin Saloon at one point or another strayed to the center table where a single man and five incredibly beautiful women sat eating dinner. They had stumbled into the saloon near dusk, ordered dinner and drinks and had been living it up ever since. Laughter, both male and female, filled the air as the blonde man said something to make his companions laugh uproariously. To the untrained eye, the man was too preoccupied with his female company to notice the happenings in the bar. But he did notice everything, including the moment his men started to trickle in and the moment when Catkin and his bodyguards entered the saloon for dinner.
Chris watched under hooded lids as Catkin took the best table in the restaurant and ordered his meal. Out of the corner of his eye, the ATF agent also saw several figures moving stealthily upstairs towards Catkin's private quarters. It was time for a little distraction. "Inez, dance for me."
Inez Solona Rosillos nodded, not surprised at his request. Traveling to the town, Chris had formulated a plan to keep Catkin in the dining room of the saloon and she was part of it. The sultry Latino woman slipped to the stage where the musicians were playing a rowdy cowboy song. A few whispered instructions and the 'band' was ready. The first strain of the Latin song had heads raising and eyes focusing on the lone figure in red on the dance floor. Inez could feel the pulsing beat in her blood, letting it flow through her as she had been taught. She began to move, capturing the attention of every man and woman in the large room.
Inez's footsteps pounded the dance floor, setting a complex pattern in time to the music. Her body moved in lithe, graceful, sensual movements. Her body interpreted the darkly intimate music, her eyes were closed, lost in the moment. She danced for her imaginary lover, mimicking a dance as old as time. No one moved, watching spellbound as her erotic dance continued.
Chris watched, mesmerized by Inez's dance but also wary of the dangers his friends could encounter. He knew that the flamenco dance could last for hours, but Chris did not count on Catkin's attention lasting that long, especially if the saloon owner felt the need to alleviate the arousal caused by Inez's dancing. He leaned over and whispered into Mary's ear, her reluctant nod of acceptance followed.
Inez felt the music reaching its climax and she let it flow through her, controlling her body, shaping her movements, throwing her body to the floor as the music died. Shouts of "Ole!" and thunderous clapping resounded as the Latin beauty raised her head. She smiled, exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. Inez turned back to her table and raising her hand, asking for the help she knew would be there. Chris came forward, easily sweeping Inez up. He knew that Inez would not be able to return to the table by herself. She had warned him that the Flamenco dance was a voracious lover, demanding and taking everything from her soul, leaving her weak.
"Incredible," he breathed against her temple. Inez lifted her head only to gift him with a lovely smile before slipping back down to his shoulder. Chris gently set the exhausted woman down into her chair, relinquishing her care to the female doctors. "Mary."
Mary lifted her eyes away from Inez and into his crystalline green ones. She saw the dark hand held out before her. With a small sigh, she slipped her smaller hand into his and felt herself being pulled into his arms. Somehow, Mary knew this dance would change her life.
The Latin beat surged throughout the room, the audience clapped in time. The Flamenco dancers, lost in their own world, did not hear them. They felt only the pulsating beat of the music, letting it surge through their veins. The seductive music moved their bodies, demanding and receiving a passionate response. The dancers were lost to the music, to each other. Heat rose, passions flared, bodies twisted about each other.
He whirled her across the floor, their bodies dancing in perfect accord. He could feel her body move against his, tormenting, beckoning, tempting him beyond measure. Her small pale hands caressed his body, igniting fires, then flitted away. Her gracefully swirling hips teased and taunted him, challenging him. His body surged with excitement, arousal. His blood roared in his head and his demons screamed for release. In turn, he teased her body with his, demanding a response.
She gave it to him.
Her eyes widened, her breath quickened, her movements became more frenzied. She was a wanton creature, wild with seduction, knowing her power over the man before her. She knew he would demand retribution for her teasing, but right now, right here, she controlled him. She watched his face, seeing it grow taut with arousal, feeling her own excitement reaching new heights. She heard his ragged breathing, felt the absolute tension in his muscles and smiled with feminine power.
As the throbbing music reached its peak, he seized her, molding her softer curves to his own harder ones. Liquid blue eyes clashed with ice hard green ones. He captured her lips in a kiss so savage, she knew that the teasing, the foreplay was over.
"My God," Buck Wilmington sighed after he had seen the entrancing display of Inez Rosillos doing a flamenco and was certain that at some point she was a dancer. Nobody could do flamenco that well unless they were on intimate terms with it. He had watched the fluidity of her movements, the nubile and sensuous manner of her gliding performance until all he could think of was making a whole bunch of Elena Roses with her in his future like his duplicate had in this time. "I wonder what she's really like if that's just how she dances?"
"Snap out of it!" Tanner hissed as he walked to the edge of the corridor where Buck was gazing longing at the dance floor, in particular at Inez who was now taking a well-needed break at the table. "You're supposed to be keeping watch for Catkin and his men."
Tanner did not know why he was surprised. This Buck was just as capable of being distracted by a woman as the man Tanner had rode alongside on so many occasions. It must be an inherent failing of the breed, he thought to himself. At the moment, the Fox was inside Catkin's office, in search of the Statue of the Sun God who would provide the next clue in their little treasure hunt. Tanner had to admit a certain amount of admiration for the woman when he stood watch while she picked the door lock in order to gain access. The skill in which she worked through the mechanism was so precise that there was barely a mark on the metal, not to mention an almost complete lack of sound.
While she was searching the room for the stolen artifact, Tanner had thought he had better go check the progress of Buck's watch and was grateful that he had done so, considering where the man's attention was focused when he had arrived. All of Buck's thoughts were centered south of the border and Tanner did not mean Mexico or the lovely Inez in her fiery red dress.
"Relax," Buck frowned, letting out a sigh of longing as he cast a final look at Inez before turning to the tracker. "Inez had them eating out of the palm of their hand with her dancing. Now Chris and Mary are doing Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey on the floor, so no one's paying much attention to us. How's the Fox doing?"
"Okay," Tanner said uncertainly, trying to work out who Patrick Swayze was before he glanced onto the dance floor to see what was happening for himself. "She's in the office now."
"Lady knows her stuff." Buck found himself admitting, as he cast his gaze up the hallway towards Catkins' office.
"Buck," Tanner asked after a moment. "Where did you say Chris and Mary were?"
"On the dance floor," Buck turned back to him. "Aren't they?"
"Not that I can see." Tanner shook his head and returned Buck's puzzled gaze.
"They were there a minute ago." Buck quickly brushed past Tanner and looked down into the crowded room below them. Sure enough there was no sign of either the ATF team leader or the beautiful blond journalist on the dance floor or anywhere in the immediate vicinity for the matter.
"So where the hell are they?"
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"We don't have time for this," Chris Larabee mumbled when he pushed Mary away from him long enough to draw breath and make a response.
"Why not?" She asked softly before loosening her hair from the bun that held it in place. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like a golden cascade and took his breath away as it crowned her lovely face and banished any further argument he had on the subject.
Thanks to their dance, the damned flamenco, both of them were so inspired by the sultry innuendo of hot steamy passion exuding through the music that they had sought the first available place to finally satisfy the coupling both had been yearning from their very first meeting. While a back storeroom hardly seemed like the most romantic setting for such a passionate exchange, both Chris and Mary were beyond caring. Once they were inside the room, away from the eyes of friends and strangers, their passion was a fever neither could escape and no sooner than the door had closed behind them was Mary pushing him hard against the wall as she prepared to lavish her worst upon him.
Mary leaned against him once more except this time it was not his mouth she sought but the sensitive skin of his neck. Chris felt himself weaken at the knees as Mary started nipping gently at the flesh, her tongue doing all sorts of sensuous things as he staggered backwards and came to a stop against the wall. There was a moment of clarity when he wondered whether or not this storeroom was the safest place for this passionate tryst, even though he'd shoot the first man that dared to interrupt them.
To hell with it, he'd waited long enough for this.
He had not meant to allow her control but when he felt her touching him the way she was, smooth, soft skin gliding over his body, awakening every nerve as she did so, he decided that if she wanted him right this minute, who was he to argue the point? However, if she wanted to play, he would oblige her only if she did so by his rules. Without giving her any warning as she continued to torture him with her delightful hands, Chris ran his fingers through her hair and then clenched with just enough pressure to let her know that he had suddenly changed the tables on this little bit of seduction. With one hasty movement, he had her pressed against the wall as he pinned her wrists under his large hands.
"Changing the rules Mr Larabee?" She looked at him with a smile, eager to see where he was going.
Chris did not answer and responded by forcing his mouth against hers in a kiss of utter ruthlessness. His tongue probed past her soft lips, reaching into the moist cavern of heat to find her tongue and lay claim to it. Mary felt the breath leave her when he melted against her lips, devouring her with such surge of passion that she could hardly think and then asked herself why she needed to anyway when her body was coping quite well without coherent thought. He continued to brutalize her mouth with his intense kisses and she was quite literally gasping for air even though if she were to die right now, there were worst ways to go.
Suddenly, she felt her arms being raised over her head and pinned in place by one of his own. Chris met her eyes with a predatory gaze as he kept her hands trapped over her head and Mary felt her heart pounding with anticipation when his eyes move over her form. He did not touch her for a few seconds allowing the tension to build up so powerfully that she thought she might burst. Giving her no warming whatsoever, he yanked down the neckline of her dress and forced a breast free from its confinement. One pink nipple lay exposed and begging for the touch but once again, he felt the need to tease her. Instead of lavishing the pleasure she knew he could deliver with those sensuous lips, he instead dug his fingers into the soft skin of surrounding flesh, kneading it with such force that Mary felt a gush of moisture in between her legs feeling his rough palms brush the rosebud tip.
"Miss Travis," he leaned over to her ear and whispered softly. "I'm going to really enjoying fucking you."
And without allowing her a word to refute his statement, he stopped kneading the milky white globe and cupped it in his hands before forcing it into his lowered mouth.
"Oh god!" She closed her eyes and whimpered, feeling warm, moist heaven delivered with the curve of those lips around the tightened tip. She moaned softly feeling the insistent tug of his teeth, the gentle flicks against the rough plateau of skin and finally, the totality of his mouth sucking so sensuously that she felt her body shudder each time he swirled his tongue across the hardening nub of flesh. His hand was still cupped under her breast, forcing more and more into his mouth until she was moaning softly, not caring that he was holding her helplessly in place while he ravished her body with animalistic desire.
Chris Larabee could barely hear Mary's pleasured cries in his ears because he was concentrating hard on not coming where he stood. As he continued to work her nipple to all distraction, he felt the pants he was wearing becoming more and more constrictive as his cock pushed harder against the fabric. Just doing this had made him so hard he could scarcely believe it. It was taking every ounce of his control not to take her right this minute but their relationship had been a battle from the beginning with Mary winning almost every serve. For once, before this crazy mixed up business in time was done with them, he wanted to be the one to make her squirm.
"Please," she suddenly found her voice to speak, even though her words escaped in ragged pauses. "Let me touch you."
Chris' response was to bite down on the soft skin that dragged another sob of pleasure from her. He glanced up long enough to see her lips quivering as he continued to torture her with his mouth and the look of her disheveled, her skin glistening with perspiration, nearly snapped whatever restraint there was left inside of him. He wanted to make love to her so badly that he could hardly keep from doing her right there and then. Ever since she had walked into his life, she had been inflaming him with so much raw desire he could think of little else.
When she felt his mouth let go of her taut nipple, Mary let out a soft cry of disappointment but comforted herself with the fact of how he would feel when he slid inside of her. Once again, any thought she had to ponder the matter was driven from her mind when she felt his lips on hers again, kissing her with such fierce desire that she felt her head swim each time their mouth made contact. She had imagined making love to him would be quite something but the reality of it was more vivid and amazing than anything she might have imagined. He was electrifying. Each time he touched her, Mary could feel sparks against her skin, charging her body for a burst of raw, unbridled ecstasy that would leave her unconditionally his forever.
His freed hand ran through her hair and Chris felt himself purr inwardly at the feel of those silken strands against his fingertips. Their bodies were pressed hard against each other now and she had to know that he wanted her. He was so aroused that he could feel himself against her skin, digging into her belly, straining to get past all that fabric and feel the soft delight of her skin. Chris almost came undone with that thought as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her again with even more urgency that she was starting to rub herself against him, even though he still had her pinned to the wall with one hand. The languid feel of her body caressing him almost snapped his control and Chris dropped his hand on to her hip.
Their need for each other was such that there was no time to waste on being delicate as Chris fumbled through the layers and layers of material she was wearing, wondering how men of this time did not go insane at having to undress their lovers from all these cumbersome clothes. He supposed most did not tend to do it inside a broom closet with time pressing hard against them. With a smile, he thought it must feel like unwrapping a salacious Christmas present and rewarded himself with a groan of pleasure when he finally penetrated the obstruction of lace and cotton to feel the velvet delight of alabaster skin.
As the cool air touched her exposed skin, she felt her head swim again when she felt him hook her leg around his hip. She felt her sex pressing into the straining ridge of his cock and quivered in anticipation at how he would feel when he slid inside her. His mouth had done such wonderful things to her, Mary did not think she had ever felt so animalistic in her need to be satisfied. Her hands still struggled to be free because the need to touch him was more than just overpowering, it was all encompassing. However, the more she struggled, the harder he became and Mary started not to care as long as he plunged inside her.
Soon.
When his hand began questing again, Mary's inside clenched in anticipation, thinking that he was undoing the buttons to his trousers so that he could finally seal their union in meeting of raw desire. Instead, she felt the tips of his fingers graze the underside of her thigh, moving up her leg with light butterfly touches that had her gasping in seconds. Chris watched the expression on her face melt from hunger into pure helplessness and found himself smiling in complete satisfaction.
"You teasing bastard....." she muttered softly. "Get on with it."
"Why Miss Travis," Chris said smugly. "I had no idea you were so impatient."
Without any warning, his fingers slipped past the soft folds of sex and began probing her moist insides. As his fingers dipped into what Chris could only call warm honey, he felt her inner muscles clench spasmodically around his digits and the force of them was enough to make him moan himself.
"Oh Christ," He closed his eyes and felt his mouth go dry. "So tight," he said hoarsely. "God, so tight."
"Let me go Chris," she whimpered as she felt his fingers burrow deeper and deeper into her, pressing the sides of her inner passages, driving her deeper and deeper into frenzy until she was gasping for air, needing him so badly she could feel herself starting to throb. His response to her plea was to cover her lips with his, feeling her moan into his mouth as she continued to rub against him until she was so mindless she could barely think.
"No," he answered collecting himself despite the incredible pleasure of her against him. His fingers were wet and moist when he withdrew from deep inside her to find that nubbin of flesh that would shatter any control she would have left in her body when he found it. His quest to find it was almost as tantalising as the electrifying moment when the tip of his fingers brushed against it and he felt her arch against him in reaction.
"Chris!" She moaned with unbridled hunger. Her eyes clamped shut as he continued to stroke that tiny pearl with expert awareness of what her body needed, until she was pulled so tight against him that his fingers could feel the strained tension in her loins. Once again, he began to lose control the more she heard him plead and beg to fuck her, until the sound of her voice had the power to make his cock throb so hard that he could not longer stand it. This time, there was no pulling back from the edge of the periphery, his mind was so far over the edge that he could do nothing but be swept away with it. He always thought being with Mary was going to incredible but this was beyond his wildest imagining.
Suddenly he withdrew his hands completely, pulled away from her mouth and dragged a ragged sob out of her by his absence. Without giving her time to prepare, he spun her around and placed her palms flat on the wall, with every indication he wanted her to keep them there. There was little more than a second of time before he fumbled for the buckle of his pants and freed himself from their confining hold. No sooner than he was exposed, Chris reached through the layers of clothes, pushing them up in unruly bunches as he searched for her exposed hips. Articles of underwear slid further past her legs and Mary bent her body forward in anticipation of his entry. His hands circled both her hips and then traveled to the round curves of her rear, caressing them gently as he pulled himself forward.
Mary felt the heated tip of his cock sliding past her legs and immediately shifted position so that he could enter all the way. When she did so, she could hear him shudder with pleasure and smiled in satisfaction herself, glad that she could finally have some input into what was becoming the steamiest tryst she had ever experienced in her life. Mary heard the rustle of cloth as he pushed her dress further up her back and one final moment of clarity when his hands rested against hers keeping them in place on the wall once more. His mouth moved to her ear, covering the curve of neck in soft kisses during the journey there before he whispered.
"I'm going to take you now Mary, I'm going to take you hard."
Mary was going to respond in kind when she felt him enter her and there was no words to describe the pleasure that shuddered through her body when she felt every perfect inch of him slide deep into her inside. When he was buried inside her to the hilt, he filled her up with such totality that Mary could only respond by throwing her head back and moaning with utter abandon. Somewhere throughout all this overload of sensation, she managed to realise that he had not even started to move yet. Just feeling him inside her felt so unbelievable!
"Oh god, Chris!" She gasped out loud, her body covered in perspiration and she thought she might just faint when she felt his mouth on her neck again, holding her close as he started to pump.
Chris had died and gone to heaven. That was the only way he could describe it as he started thrusting into her body, feeling her muscles tighten around his throbbing cock with the pressure a clenched fist. Each time he pushed into her, he was confronted with a wall of muscle that tore a groan of pleasure from him whenever he tried to breach it. However, upon yielding and he was allowed to sink all the way inside her, he was almost dizzy from the sheer ecstasy of it.
"Mary," he grunted. "Jesus, you feel so good."
One of his hands found its way to her still exposed breast and cupped it as he continued to thrust into her, their position made every stroke felt by each other with jarring intensity. He felt his balls starting to contract, aware that he was very close and yet he forced himself to hold it back, needing to feel her explode around him in a blast of fire first. As he rode her hard, feeling his desire reach almost frenzy; he started slamming harder into the moist center of her, forcing more groans from Mary when he felt her shudder with sensation. He was so hard as he pounded into her with devastating rhythm that he almost feared that he was hurting her but any such concern was eradicated when Chris heard her cry out in fevered delirium.
"Ride me Chris! Ride me hard!" Her demand was made from a voice breathless with pleasure; half-mad from ecstasy and hearing it tore any restraint he had left.
"God yeah!" He grunted as he took her nipples between his fingers and started rolling it between him finger tips, his mouth biting into her neck and he slammed into her ruthlessly, feeling her body melt into his as he continued to pleasure her with such brutal force. Mary was tossing her head about as she continued to moan loudly, being assaulted from all sides with the pleasure he was forcing her to endure. She was hardly aware of any pain and if she did, it only served to arouse her more because she was now pushing into him of her own accord.
Chris felt the tip of his cock touch the wall of flesh that would not allow him to go any further and felt the air escape his lungs when the pleasure of that obstructions traveled up the swollen head into the rest of him. His fingers squeezed the erect bud of flesh between his fingers even harder while his mouth tortured her neck and she suddenly became very tense in his grasp. The scent of her was intoxicating and it forced him to move, to push and push, to thrust, to pound, to slam so hard into her that he almost screamed from the ecstasy of it.
"I...can't..." she tried to speak but the words would not come and when they did, there was no doubt in his mind as to what was happening. "Oh Jesus... Chris!"
He felt a spray of fire wash over him as he felt her go over that edge with an incredible cry of relief that was music to his ears, especially when he realized that it was followed by sobs of intense satisfaction. She arched away from his back, allowing his fingers to dig into her breasts and forcing more of her neck into his mouth until all he could do as he continued to pump heavily into her was bite down. However, the back of his stamina shattered as he felt the final spasm of contracting muscles around his hardened cock and suddenly he too was falling with her.
"Mary!" He called out her name and it never sounded so good coming from his mouth.
With an exhausted, almost guttural groan of pleasure, Chris felt himself tumble into the most intense orgasm of his life. Hot fluid shot into the deepest folds of her. He felt his entire life and soul escape as he released himself after long last. Her body under him tensed and then shuddered, her fist knotted around his and he felt warmth that was more than just him squeezing out the last of drop of his seed into her. The bones in his body disappeared and he collapsed against her, breathing hard as he tried to remain standing. Their bodies were trickling with perspiration because suddenly the temperature in the room had surged upwards and it was stifling hot with the sweet aroma of their love making wafting through the air. Chris basked in it and wanted to keep the memory of it forever.
Just like the memory of her.
For a while, neither spoke a word or wanted to move. Chris dropped his arms around her waist and held her close, burying his face in her golden hair and he hung on and enjoyed the feel of her in his arms. However, time was short. They should not have even indulged themselves this far but the after the dance, it had been inevitable. Unfortunately, Chris knew they would have to get moving soon.
"I take it you like the flamenco." Chris said with a perfectly contented smile as he continued to nuzzle into her neck.
"Actually, no," Mary chuckled. "I'm more of a macarena person actually."
"God," Chris groaned, "I had sex with someone who likes the macarena. What have I done?" He teased.
"I don't know," she giggled. "But it's too late now."
"Where the hell have you been?" Alex hissed, when Chris and Mary returned to the dance floor a short time later. "We've been fighting off every drunk in the place!"
Mary looked at Chris, hoping that the guilty expression on her face did not show to the other women present at the table. "Well... ," she started to say, trying to think up a good reason because she did not wish for anyone to know about the change in status quo between herself and Chris just yet.
"Some drunk tried to make me an offer about having Mary's services for the night," Chris drawled. "Apparently, he was very impressed." A slight twinkle appeared in his eye as he met her gaze upon that remark.
"Ewww." Alexandra wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"No kidding," Alex agreed. "How awful. I gather you told him Mary was not for sale?"
"Yeah," Chris remarked, raising his eyes to the upper floors of the room to see Tanner standing in the shadows. "I told him she wasn't worth the trouble or the money."
Mary turned to him slightly miffed and remarked. "I'll get you for that," she said with a faint smile.
"I'm sure you will." Chris grinned and the two of them stared each other for a second with an enigmatic expression that just about everyone at the table caught.
Suddenly, Julia's double, the Fox, made a furtive departure with Tanner and Buck following. The attention of Catkin and his men were still focused on the revelry kick started into being by Chris and his lovely entourage and their exit hardly raised an attention. Chris could see that Tanner was carrying something wrapped in a small blanket and assumed that was the statue of the Sun God. If so, there was no reason to remain here any longer and it was time to take their leave of the Catkin saloon.
"All right," he turned to his companions, "the same way we came in, let's get out of here."
"Thank God!" Julia Pemberton exclaimed, not at all enjoying her time in this saloon. Once upon a time, she would have loved being the center of attention but the time had long since passed where she drew any satisfaction from being an object.
"Senor Larabee," Inez groaned as she rested from her latest rendition of Latin dancing since she needed to do something to keep the focus of the room upon them when Mary and Chris had suddenly disappeared. "You have made me extremely grateful I did not become a dancer." She looked thoroughly exhausted and made Chris more determined to get the woman out of this place.
Chris looked at them. "Let's get the hell out of here."
Chris wrapped his arms around Mary and made a loud exclamation of retiring to the hotel and getting into some serious fun, while at the same time planting another passionate kiss on Alex's lips and letting his hands roam freely over the other women. Though it was only for show, Mary felt a tinge of jealously seeing him kiss Alex. Even though the doctor's amusement at his kissing her had only been because Vin would have lost his mind seeing it and now that he was absent, had to suppress the urge to flatten Chris. Still all the women kept their heads while they continued the performance until they were safely out of the saloon.
"Had fun, pard?" Tanner frowned as they all met up again and were preparing to ride out to the rendezvous point.
"Sure I did." Chris grinned, aware that Tanner was talking about all the liberties he had been taking with the ladies. If only he knew the half of it, Chris thought to himself as he glanced at Mary who was climbing onto her horse.
"Oh don't worry, Vin." Alexandra smiled, taking the opportunity to tease her fiancée. "He had nothing on you, well, not without a bit of work anyway."
"You're so kind." Chris gave her a look as Tanner started to smile.
"Darling," Buck said to Inez as he helped her on to her horse. "After seeing you move, you given me a whole new reason to keep after you."
"Well, Buck," she leaned close to his ear and whispered in soft seductive voice. "I got muscles that can squeeze you so hard that when I ride you, you'll pop like warm champagne inside me." Pulling herself away, she offered him a devious smile when she saw him gulp visibly. "But you'll die wondering."
Buck swallow in anticipation, as she kicked her heels into her horse and started the animal moving, was only capable of uttering only a small squeak in response. "Wow."
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