Chapter 15

We move downstream, getting far from the house and men, where, in the dark, we have us a good fuck. We roll about in the water and on the shore, getting dirty in all kinds of ways. It’s the best homecoming aman could have. And later, once we’ve worn each other out, we lie on the bank and he kisses me.

“I’m gone on you, Wynn. Can’t help it.”

“Likewise,” I say because it’s true. As I kiss him, Jack fades from mind.

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The week ahead is a busy one. With all the cattle rounded up, it’s time to get them to the train for shipment, so there’s herding to be done as the railhead is up in Globe. This is the cowhand work I like best, being out on the trail, keeping the stock moving, rounding up those who stray. It’s a two-day trip, so a chuck wagon joins us. What surprises me is Rosita and Elena drive it. I’ve never heard of such a thing, women on the trail, let alone seen it, but they do right fine, and we enjoy Rosita’s cooking three times a day.