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BLACK BEN
Ben had his hands tied behind his back around a tree. It seemed to him that he’d spent most of the last week with his hands tied around something.
“Lyle was going to give you to the ranger,” John Buffalo said, standing over him with his knife in his hands, slowly sharpening it. “But Lyle was weak, and now he is dead.”
Ben didn’t say anything.
“You are mine now,” John Buffalo said, “and this time nobody can save you.”
John Buffalo took the knife and lifted Ben’s head up with it, and then the blade slid down and down to the soft underside of Ben’s chin.
“This blade is sharp. It will go through the cords that hold your head on like a c**k into a loose woman.”
Ben didn’t say anything. He was pretty sure talking would only make things worse. He could feel a warm feeling gro
