3Sitting astride an ancient fallen tree trunk, Ritter, lost in the cleaning of his revolver, did not notice Nati's approach until she was almost upon him. Turning to her, he smiled into her smooth, handsome face. She pushed back his hat and planted a kiss on his lips, her left hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. Responding, he looped his arm around her waist, moaning at the taste and feel of her.
“You hungry?” she asked, pulling away and sitting down.
“For you I am.”
She sniggered, tapping his lips with a forefinger. “You're a terrible man, Gus Ritter. You need your wits about you, and your strength. The good Father says we're less than a day away from the next big town.”
“What's that got to do with anything?” He leaned into her and kissed her again.
Pushing him back with
