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Chapter 4
Chapter 4 A second shove sent Bea staggering to the very edge of the bedroll. Her toe caught under the folded end of the stiff canvas, dropping her onto hands and knees. She gave a squeak of shock as she settled hard, the jolt of impact reverberating through her body. In an instant, he moved in behind her, grabbing her skirt and petticoat and flipping them over her shoulders. Then he caught the waist of her drawers and gave a fierce yank. For a moment, the cord drawstring at the waist bit into her flesh. Then, with a harsh ripping sound the cord and the fabric both gave way. Despite the warm evening, the breeze whispering down the river felt cold on her suddenly exposed thighs and butt. She tensed, waiting for the first slamming thrust to tear into her, but nothing happened. Then she
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