It wasn’t part of the Territory contract, but Cayuse and I ended up doing most of the carpentry ourselves. It was preferable to sitting around and w...tching Buster and George Crabtree do shoddy work.Marshal Autry’s civilian representative sent two fellas all the way up from Billings to pour the concrete floor and settle in the iron bars across the front and in both back windows. The jail wouldn’t stop a bunch of armed desperadoes from burning down the wooden walls in back, but there you go. You. Almost an hour later he felt refreshed and turned off the water. Standing there for a moment to let the worst of the water drops stay in the shower stall, he reached around the curtain and grabbed his towel off the rack, wrapping it around his waist before stepping out. It took him another hour to complete his morning routine. Brush teeth, shave, fix hair, up in a spikes of course, and dress. He opted for a nice fitting pair of jeans that were nearly a foot wide at the bottom, black with red. "You hurt the sweet thing badly."There was no name of a sender.I remember wondering how they made the shots. For some of them the camera must have almost been peeping over my shoulder. There were remarkably clear pictures of my cock entering Shireen's inviting ass. And there was one close up of a man with an embarrassingly smug grin on his red, sweaty face — me.I assumed Estelle had sent the message. I wondered why she thought this could in any way be used to blackmail me. I was a single man.. Spade opens his door and crouches down beside the car. Nikkie whispers harshly. "Spade, dammit, get back in the car." Not daring to take her eyes off the suspect, she watches helplessly as Spade, crouched down, moves quietly alongside and around the front of the man's truck. Nikkie points her gun at the man, warning him to put the weapon down. As she says that, Spade charges around the truck at the man and Nikkie runs at him. Spade reaches the surprised man and grabs the shotgun from his grasp.