”“Melanie, come on, this is me.”“You’re overreacting. You’re reading too much into a couple of off-hand remarks.”I wondered if I was ove...reacting. What could they mean? No, I was sure I wasn’t overreacting. They both suspected something.“Look, I’m not a complete idiot. You’re trying to hide something from me. I want to know.”“Are you sure? Really sure? There’s no turning back.”“Tell me!”“When Stephanie comes to collect, it’s going to be with a demand for you to take her virginity.”“What?! What. The door opened slowly, and the crowd erupted into a deafening tumult of cheers and applause at the entrance of Mrs Blythe-Cranford, the widow-to-be, leading her leashed and naked husband to know the full price of his crimes. She paused for a moment to allow her cowering husband to take in the stark sincerity of the abject pleasure shown by all, at the guaranteed prospect of seeing him dance in submissive disgrace upon the gallows.Mrs Blythe-Cranford was overwhelmed by the erotic thrill she. I can't believe what six years has done for her."They were standing on the porch as Dolly's distant relatives were escorting their daughter up the steps.I was still holding the carriage door and not knowing quite what to make of the procession. All I could think of was that was a stunning little girl with real class. I, of course, had been ignored by the girls parents, but definitely had received a quick and speculative look from their daughter.I walked quickly to the front door and opened it. The fourth man didn't fool around, but took off in a dead run. Ya ever see anybody try ta run in regular cowboy boots? It's so funny that I had a hard time not breaking down with laughter. I put a bullet into this bandit, too, soz I wuz four for four.The men at the coach saw what wuz goin' on an' stopped shootin'. I waved at 'em an' went ta see the condition of the men I had been shootin' at. The last man wuz dead, so I walked toward the other three. Two were dead an' the third man had a.