The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. But Blueskin was not to be silenced. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst.
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