Thisclose, he could smell the make-up, as well as her hairspray, minglingwith the tobacco smoke."I....er....well, I....you looked a bit familiar. Do y...ou come hereoften?" 'Shit, what a lame thing to say....' He was feeling dazed, andout of control. This woman was pressing all his buttons, and he wasn'tcoping very well. Part of him wanted to put some distance between them,but something else in him - something dangerous - wanted to see wherethis conversation would go."Oh, I come here every. After a couple of days, I was centred enough to confide in Torrin exactly what had happened back in Sheffield. Sharing those feelings was a big step for me and a milestone in my relationship with my new bodyguard. My faith in him was, thankfully, well-founded, as he proved a good listener.During that week, the only element of the outside world that I allowed to penetrate my peace was a growing awareness that the locals were desperate for help. They were bending over backwards to make my stay. His little sister. My pussy clenched. A drunk wave of lust washed through me.Alicia stared at me, her glasses hanging on the edge of her cute nose, her brown eyes wide. First with fear and then with confusion as she stared at my large breasts and naked body. I stroked my hand down to my black bush, running fingers through it as I walked into the room.“What’s going on?” Alicia gasped.“I came to check in on how Clint was disciplining you,” I smiled. “Mmm, and that is a novel approach.”“She needed. The acrid stench of gunpowder hung in the air and as the smoke cleared, Ragan still stood, looking down at the lifeless body of the young cowboy. His anger just as suddenly abated, Ragan knew he had gone too far. The young cowboy was a stranger but the Sheriff of El Paso County, Sam Dawson, was a grizzled old hand. Ragan had been walking a tightrope in El Paso under the watching eyes of the old man and, while Ragan might be faster on the draw, he knew that Sam would never let him live without.