A voice that seemed to come from a long way off came to her in snatches. “Fossil Downs…badly hurt…beaten up…no the flying doctor can’t get i... here…ambulance…Okay…do what I can.” The voice seemed to fade away. Her head was swimming. Someone was crying like a child that had fallen over and hurt itself. Who was it crying? “Try and drink this.” The voice came from right beside her and something was being put to her lips. A searing pain seemed to scorch her as her head was raised. Something was in. ?A small copper egg lay inside. ?She picked it up and noticed the weight of it. ?She looked at John confused. ??Put it inside you.? ?She stared at him still confused. ?She watched as he looked down toward her core. ?Fear flushed through her cheeks. ??You want this in there?? ?She whispered out of disbelief. ?He nodded. ?With shaking fingers she took the small yet heavy egg and pressed it into her vagina. ?She was surprised to find herself already wet enough that it slipped in easily. ?She found. Soon the stories of a half breed with a fast gun hand were spreading all over Dodge and even to surrounding towns as people traveled across Kansas.Sam Wilson and his friend Bo had gone down to Arkansas City, Kansas looking for work after they’d taken care of the man responsible for the loss of their right hands. The injun that they had paid to help track down Tom Cooper had left for parts unknown after they split up in Omaha.It had just been a stroke of luck they had ran upon him anyway. Sam. "My office, noon." "This has to end," she thought to herself. "I can't allow this to continue. He's half my age and I'm a married woman." The decision made, she deleted the email and went back to work. A crisis arose around 11:15 that morning and it took the better part on the hour to deal with it. Once it had been successfully handled, she glanced at her watch and saw it was already ten minutes past noon. Sighing, she hoped he had finally got the message, that he realized she wasn't giving in.