”“As long as you’re dressed for it, it’s survivable. I go out hunting and trapping in early January before we leave, and it doesn’t even get...up to zero during the day. February gets a bit warmer, as do March and April,” I explained.“Do you know someone the Indians call Strong Hand?” he asked.“That would be me,” I replied, “a name given me by the Pawnee. Now, the Sioux, Cheyenne, Arapaho, Crow, and others call me the same thing.”“We understand from the man at the trading post across the river. I take in a deep breath and move right in front of him. He stands up from the door frame, making his body seem that much larger. "Hey babygirl." He smiles pushing his fingers through my damp hair. He bites down on his bottom lip making me whimper softly. He looked so sexy when he did that. He smirks just as the thought passes through my head. He smiles and takes a hold of my neck. Slamming me hard against the wall and pinning e still. My eyes close as my back is pushed roughly to the wall.. "Who's she talking to?" Don't know," Owen Fiddler was frowning as well. He was large with a lazy posture and small eyes. "Looks like a lawyer maybe. Good lookin' for a 'can, ain't she?" You're the sheriff," Floyd ignored Fiddler's foolish question. "Go find out. We don't need anyone poking around." I'll find out soon enough," Fiddler nodded, cutting into his stack of hotcakes while he watched Emily and Tina from across the diner. "There ain't nothin' to poke anyways." There better not be," the. "Mike, can I come in?" Mandy asked"Yeah," he responded.As the door slowly opened Mike's eyes opened wide at what he saw. There stood Mandy in the sexiest nightgown he had ever seen outside of a Playboy magazine.It was an electric blue charmeuse and lace babydoll nightie. Through the lace on the bottom Mike could see a tiny g-string covering her pussy.Almost against his will his cock began to thicken. Mandy's hair and makeup looked like they did when she was going on a date. Now Mike had always.