" But, we're not bad people. We just want to get by." Cam insisted."This is still a warrior society. That concept is not within their understanding. E...eryone wants to be top dog. Or cat. Compare it to the Cold War days on earth. Governments constantly strived for the upper hand. The primary reason it never heated up was the cost to all sides was not acceptable. The only global cooperation came in sci-fi movies when earth was invaded. Hostile intent was always assumed even there was no proof.". They can always get Walter Russell.’ ‘Walter Russell won’t work with Fields anymore.’ ‘Don’t be so sure. Time heals all wounds. Or money does. Both are factors here.’ ‘You really think they’d go with him, though?!’ ‘I know they would.’ I’m getting mad now. I can feel the warmth in my cheeks. Part of me wonders if Kennedy is just bullshitting me, trying to scare me into not rocking the boat too hard. He has a vested interest in my participation, after all. But it’s entirely possible that he’s. The sight of her shapely raised ass came into view. She saw me staring and wiggled her ass for me. That sent me over the top. Grabbing her head, I started thrusting my pelvis into her face. I was moaning loud as I exploded. As she got out of bed I asked, “Where did you learn to do that”? “From the internet” was her reply.She went to the bathroom to clean up. Walking back with a wet washcloth I reached out to take it. She waved her hand at me “No sweetie let me do that for you”. I started to. She didn’t resist. They walked, and she took in his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of scents. Leather, sweat, the dust of the trail, gunpowder…but the smell of death was most prevalent. This man made his dime killing people, that she could tell. She broke the comfortable silence between them. ‘So what do you do…for a living?’ She asked. He paused, most likely considering how to answer Mickey’s question. ‘You could say…that I’m a freelance law-man.’ He said finally, satisfied with his.