The horse was as large and as mean-looking as Nicholas’s stallion (it was probably a stallion too, but Dougless always thought it was rude to look) and on top of it was a stunning woman. Slowly, sadly, they herded their fat cattle and started back across the flats, unable to comprehend why their sensible proposal had been rejected. She wanted to touch it, but she knew the marble would be cold, so unlike Nicholas. ” He paused.
She lowered the map when she realized one of the women was very near, her head almost inside Dougless’s bag. h he gave a clove in remem- brance of the many times during the past four years that he had thought of them. He grabbed her against him, his body forcing hers backward as he put his mouth on hers, hard, angry. rked and so far removed from any neighbor that intrusion of any kind was unlikely for years to come.
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