“Together?” I asked.I was joking.Sort of. I mean the concept of taking a shower with my sister, which I had just thought of in the last two-point-...ive seconds, had me half hard in my shorts already, but I didn’t mean to suggest it on a serious level.“Really?” Her eyes were wide open.It occurred to me that she hadn’t run screaming from the room. Or dialed 911. Or even worse, dialed Mom.“You’d do that?” I asked. My voice was all dry and cracked, like it had been when it changed a few years. My back convulsing, my head slamming into the pillow, my mind completely befuddled as the pleasures kept on washing over me, and over me, and over me. I was an ocean of pleasures and the waves kept on crashing and crashing, soothingly sloshing back and forth, rocking me into this Valhalla of arousal. I may have been unconscious for a while or maybe I fell asleep, or maybe I was just orgasming so hard that I totally forgot about this other world. When the pleasures waned I was left in this. Checking her cashier's window to ensure it was secure, Melinda noticed the reflection of a brief light flaring across the street. Turning she saw a tall man standing on the opposing corner, lighting a cigarette. Though too dark to distinguish his features, she was sure it was someone she hadn't seen before. Staring at the man for a few seconds, only seeing the red glow of the cigarette tip, Melinda turned to begin her solitary trek home.As she walked, Melinda wondered why someone would be. I believe you, Eli Crow. How many miles of land would you need, to make a place for you and your people?”“I would like to have ten thousand acres, Iron Hammer. What would the price of such a land cost a brother?”“We know nothing of White Man acres. Indian Bureau man talks of acres, and many thousands of them. We know miles ... our people learned of miles when they were marched here on The Trail of Tears, many years ago.“Iron Hammer, white men measure land in acres and sections to make maps of.