Chapter Eleven
Just after barbecued ribs, cornbread and coleslaw for dinner, Lacy and Travis were drinking beer on the porch relaxing. The two had spent nearly three days in bed together—Travis’s bed, getting everything they possibly could worked out of their systems. It was a tough ride, Travis taking the belt and the palm of his hand to Lacy’s perpetually sore bottom twice again, just to keep her in line. She hadn’t really complained, liking the attention; but her disposition could hardly stand two hours in a row being sweet to him. Travis resolved before they left the bunkhouse room that she would be as tame as a new lamb. As it was, he had to be satisfied with the job half done, and lots of sincere promises that he knew Lacy Dalton would eventually break. He also knew however, t
