They could see the bandits hiding behind the trees that lined the road. Each and every one presented their backs to the posse in a perfect line of sig...t manner. Bob had explained that he would start working on the bandits down the line. Once he was spotted the posse would take over. The men on the end would shoot the bandit on the end and the next posse member would take the next man and so forth with everyone working toward the middle once the bandits discovered the posse behind them.There was. “I don't care about the job. This was too far John. I've let this go to far. I should have left the first time I saw what kind of guy you are. I'm...” she lifted the receiver, but John grabbed it and slammed it down. Bianca whipped around and looked at him, straight in the eyes. His cock was softened up. “Bianca, I.....” John tried to say, but Bianca gave him a look that said she wasn't interested in what he had to say. “You touch my girl, you're done. And you.........you had your way with her”. Everyone in camp had become accustomed to the fact that you could not turn a corner that held the tiniest bit of seclusion, without seeing those two all over each other.When Harley and Calhoun had first gotten back from visiting her parents, people had thought they were bad with their public displays of affection, but Tanner and Susie had put them to shame. It had been a running joke that the new couple was worse than Harley and Cal, at least the latter two waited till they were in private to. He looked away, feeling nervous. He was sure he had seen her before. A vague memory gnawed at him. He stole another glance. Their eyes met for a second, and however brief that moment was, he thought he saw a flicker of recognition on her face. They were so close to each other that he could smell her perfume. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes narrowed. There was a small spot on the sleeve of her white shirt. Coffee maybe. Her black knee–length skirt was hugging her slender hips. He opened.