He sat down at the table and started counting one of the rolls out to try to figure out how much we had.I poured us both cups of coffee while he was c...unting. He'd occasionally pause for a drink until he was finished. Then he rolled it back up, and started counting the rolls. By the time he was done, he was shaking his head."Do you know how much is here?" he asked me.I grinned and said, "Lots."Hawk snorted at that and said, "If the rolls are all the same, then there's about two million in each. At one point, Caleb found out the kind of man he was chasing by an event taking place in a saloon only a few miles ahead of him. A man, probably a bounty hunter, had accosted another man fitting McBride's description in a saloon the previous day. A gunfight ensued, and the first man was wounded in the shoulder. He fell to the floor and lost his pistol in the process. The second man, presumably McBride, calmly reloaded and holstered his gun, then took out his bowie knife and slit the other man's. Your hair is still damp, and I can smell the sweetness of the shampoo and cream that you used.I love it when I hold your head in my hands when I kiss you on your forehead and as I look into your eyes I tell you how beautiful your eyes are and that they shine like green emeralds. And I enjoy your soft lips again. I follow with my index finger of my right hand your jaw line starting from behind your ear up to your chin and I slide my finger across your throat and pull playfully at your shirt. I. I was acutely aware that a threshold was about to be crossed. I was even more aware that I didn't give a shit. I spread my legs slowly. That was when I officially became an owned fuckpig. I know what you're thinking. I was ****d, forced to engage in sexual activities against my will. At the very least, I was coerced. That's bullshit. From the moment I felt the tip of his crop against my clit during my inspection, I knew I wanted to give myself completely to my owner. It was thoughtful of him.