“Do you want a beer?” I yelled up at her. “Yes, why don’t you bring it up,” she responded. I decided to open just one beer and share it. ... I wasn’t thinking of staying that long. I went up the stairs to her bedroom. She wasn’t in the bedroom. I went into the bathroom and she wasn’t there either. I turned around and saw the light on in her walk-in closet and the door slightly ajar. I walked over and pushed the door open with my foot. Heather stood there wearing a sheer black babydoll. He twists them, toying with me, making me wetter. I feel his cock in my hand. He’s so thick I can barely wrap my fingers around him. I think of the way he fucks me and start grinding my pussy onto his fingers. I firmly stroke him, matching the thrusts of his fingers. I’m watching all of this, taking it in. I want his cum in my hand. I think of how he makes me feel. Not a particular way, but that he makes me feel at all. I arch my back, moaning. I start stroking him and rubbing his cockhead. Bear shook his head negatively saying, "it's been quiet for the last three hours."Leaning close to Bear, Buck whispered something, and Bear took off in the direction of the closet where they had stashed Razor. Buck motioned for Jet, who was watching him, to follow Bear. Jet nodded and took off. Buck went looking for Tex and found him in the tiny kitchen of the town hall drinking some of the same weak coffee he had. Their eyes met and Tex nodded, following Buck back to the main hall.Bear opened. Deacon Pat and Deacon Hugh. Pat Fitzhugh, Hugh Fitzroy.The Fitzes still carried their LeMat revolvers — a .42 caliber with a second barrel that served as a short 20-gauge shotgun, firing buckshot. Quite a few of the Confederate soldiers had carried LeMats.The Fitzes.I saw Rebecca ride back into town the first afternoon she came back from the homestead. I didn’t know how to think of that little ranch — ‘their’ homestead? ‘His’?But she grinned and waved merrily at me. Unhitched the gray gelding.