" She wasn't asking a question, she was making a statement of fact. "We heard the helicopter fly over and head back. I was sure it was John being John... Good old asshole John." She sighed, "they sent him to Salt Lake?" Yeah, they sent him to Salt Lake." said Barb."Will they be able to save his leg?" Simone asked Steve."What the fuck? How did you know?" said Steve."Because I know John and how intractable he can be. He pencils in his day planner every night and nothing will deviate him from his. He spun around as if looking for something. She glimpsed it for a second as he turned left and right and stuttered in horror."Oh, oh, oh J.J.Jesus!"He focused on his object pounding over to it Sandy screaming her lungs out."For heavens sake someone help me!"She felt his massive hand up inside her skirt ripping her kickers off.There was a pulley over head and he grabbed the hooped ends tying her wrists into them. He hauled the rope with one hand lifting her off his shoulder so she hung down her. The thin material fell to the floor. The shepherdess was naked... perhaps just as she had been when she bade farewell to her true love. Two or three of the men, unable to bear the tightness of their breeches, had unfastened their foreflaps and their members jutted forth, betraying desire as strong as that of the most passionate abandoned shepherdess. Miss March's sweet blue eyes flashed appreciation of the spectators' evident enjoyment of her artistry, and the dreaming Chelsie was spurred to. ”“First of all, you can keep the belt. The whole thing. Lock, Stock and Barrel. But as they say, you can’t eat iron or breath copper. You will need to sell your ore and refined metals to someone. And the only player in town is us. Now we don’t care how you arrange things in the belt, keep it the way it was, or set yourself up as a middleman. All we care about is getting the ore. As I said, you can keep the belt, we don’t care. Just continue to sell your ore to us.”“We will continue to pay good.