Chapter Five

The Head

A traveling group passed toward Boise. Then Benjamin returned with ten men and a trap. Lucy dropped one with the pistol. Jake took a cut on the forearm and took Benjamin’s head with the tomahawk. The rest ran.

Afterward Matt put his hand on the small of her back. She did not pull away. That night she caught him stroking himself while she hung laundry, fist working, eyes on her breasts. She smiled before she turned away, already slick.

Jake closed the cabin door.

“You’re either mine alone, or you’re shared. Decide. Now.”

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