When her father, a sharecropper died, everyone assumed she'd leave town to go live with some distant relatives but she took over the stead and worked ...it when she hadn't been in school or tending to the stallion. Even Jack's own father knew that she had a way with his prize horse that no one else had, he just didn't think she would have any place with his son.That was fine with her; she understood the rules, unwritten as they were in this town. She didn't want to marry Jack; she just wanted a. He probably wanted it to but was too shy to engineer it without being drunk! How many other young men, doubtful as to their sexuality, have done the same? His body was simply beautiful to behold. I couldnt believe my luck. I had a gorgeous 18 year-old virtually naked on my bed and evidently in no mood to put up a struggle! Nevertheless, practicalities still ruled my head. I had the shirt and trousers to deal with, so I took them through to the kitchen and examined the labels in his trousers,. We didn’t speak until we reached our hotel room. Finding bits of dried semen in Agnes’ hair, I suggested that we should spend some time in the shower. As the warm water ran over our skin, Agnes finally said, “It was a wild night.”“One we’ll never forget,” I replied. “I take it you found the King to be a good lover.”“And you seemed to find no fault with those two blonde beauties.”“Guilty,” I said with a chuckle. “I think it’s time to go home.”“It is,” Agnes said as she wrapped her arms around my. Telling Elizabeth to help Louise, I took Claire in my arms again and walked back to the wagon train. Gently placing Claire in the wagon, I got a cloth dipped in water and put it on her forehead. Checking her wound again, I looked at the depth and the condition of the cut. I didn't see any sign of white tissue so I decided that stitches weren't needed. I cleaned it out with boiled water and re-bandaged it again.Getting out of the wagon I greeted Corrie, who had come around to check on things. I.