CHAPTER SEVEN
JUD GOT HIS SLEEPING BAG, THEN LEFT SAM AND Viola at the camp and strode back to where he'd left the Indian girl. She heard him coming, and turned her head to watch his approach. Her black eyes were cold; she seemed to be trying to telegraph the threat of vengeance. It occurred to Jud that along about this time she'd like to have him spread-eagled over an anthill.
He paused several feet from her, looking down at her bare torso. Her breathing had again become regular and her rounded breasts just rose and fell slightly now. But the deep purple n*****s were still taut.
"I think you made a strategic error there," Jud said, mockery in his voice. "That was the wrong time to try to tell Sam about me and his wife. You should have saved it."
"I made a mistake," she admitted, gl
