Chapter 5
Who were they, these men who surrounded her? Why were they dressed in buckskin and boots, their kisses cruel and ravishing? Why did she allow them to touch her with hands that roped steers, pulled triggers, fought in fistfights, and made love with women of questionable virtue? If she preferred the soft, tender strokes of a Boston man, why was her body responding to the rough handling of the kind of man she hated?
Suddenly a fog parted, revealing the bedroom of a w***e. She wore a dress of glittering sequins that would be worn by a saloon girl, and her hair was in an upsweep with a wealth of plumes sticking out of it. She began to slowly undress while Jude, Blaze, Shiloh, and Sundog watched.
Before she knew what was happening, she was in the center of four glorious bodies that
