“It is different with some women because of feelings you harbor for them.”
“I will allow you to rest now. You will be on your way to the fort tomorrow.” It was not a question but a statement. When he rose, he permitted me to see that he was aroused. I almost reached for him but resisted.
I growled low in my throat. “You are well-named. A wolverine is a wily beast.”
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The next day, two Pipe Stem warriors escorted me until I was almost within sight of the bridge near the town. Thereafter, a buckboard and I were the only travelers on the road in the early April chill. The livery agreed to look after my Conestoga, so I reserved a room at the Rainbow and headed for the public bath. As I waited my turn, Second Lt. James Morrow entered, and we refreshed our acquaintance. I expressed sur
