Chapter Eleven - To Maryland
“You leave us so soon,” Ramon sadly stated as he watched Logan load his backpack into the back of the truck. The senorita, Susanna, hung on the sidelines, in tears.
“I would stay, but I have to get the runaway back to her master,” he told his friend.
“Ah, but you could change your mind. She’s prime for the brothels, or would make a good house slave for my hacienda. And when we tire of her, I know of a dozen haciendas in this valley and the next who would take her, at least until she’s used up. As slave flesh goes, the pretty white woman with an insatiable body always brings a good price. You could retire off your cut of the earnings. What do you think?”
Jill waited too, still naked, still shackled, standing barefoot just a yard away from the bounty hunter
