Slater elbowed Brooke’s legs open slightly so the stream of cold water was been blasted right at her pussy. Slater gently rubbed the girl’s vagina...allowing a finger to slip inside of her as he cleaned her. “Got to make sure she gets cleaned properly.” He continued cleaning her, massaging her thighs before her finally shut the stream of water off. Sam was rock hard by the time Slater turned the water off, he stared in awe at corpse of his younger sister. Mr. Slater looked over with warm eyes.. Maybe those?"Walt laughed and replied, "Sure, baby, give me a minute with Harry."Harry was actually Harrison Edwards. He owned the Four Eights. He'd won the title to the place in a draw poker game. The prior owner had drawn an aces-over-jacks full house. He'd put his place up as the final bet. Harry had drawn four eights and had bet his wife's and oldest daughter's sexual services for two years.Harry won the hand and the lounge. When his wife found out what he had bet, she divorced him and took. Originally from Belgium, he had managed to stay in the country when independence was finally granted and the European thrown out. He managed to stay because he was useful to the local peoples, getting them things they had no hope of obtaining, through a network of theft and appropriation. In most cases, it was simple items like aluminium pots or weapons that he provided. But, drugs had also been his stock in trade.He was a two-way conduit, smuggling stuff in and out. Whoever had the cash got. As we got a little farther ahead of the wagons we started checking out different routes. Then we'd come back and mark the best one. We marked possible camp sites at ten, twelve and sixteen miles.After that, we pretty much had the rest of the day to ourselves. We had beautiful weather for a change. The temperature was mild and the sun was shining.The campsite at sixteen miles had a real nice little stream. The water wasn't much more than knee deep, but it was clear and pure. It was also cold..