6“You must be insane to think I'd allow a heathen bastard like you to come anywhere near me,” she'd said when they woke up the next day.
He'd wanted to. So much. He'd watched her, mouth drooling, as she plunged into the stream, standing up to her waist, the water dripping from her bare breasts like silver beads. When she stepped clear of the water and gave him a withering look, she continued to pile on the scorn, letting him know, if he didn't already, that if such a 'godless bastard' as him thought she would ever allow his 'filthy fingers' to touch her, he'd better disappear into the night to find a coyote to lie with, because that was the best he could ever hope to find.
And so it continued both day and night as they travelled across the featureless plain, following an ancient trackway
