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other.
    They'd
both dismounted, and were sizing each other up. The bandit's fingers
curled and uncurled an inch or so from the grip of his holstered
Colt. The new cowboy seemed calm as stone.
    "You
killed ma boys," the bandit spat.
    The cowboy
nodded matter-of-factly. Watching him made Lily's mouth go dry. That
wetness that came when she thought about men and what they did to
women filled her sex, threatened to drip out onto her thighs. She had
to resist the urge to hike up her nightgown and touch herself.
    "Your
boys were scum, and they died like it, too," the cowboy said.
    "You
bastard!" The bandit screamed.
    The bandit
was fast. So fast that Lily barely registered how quickly his hand
grabbed out his revolver from its old leather holster and thumbed the
hammer back.
    But the
cowboy was faster. The report of his pistol filled the land before
the bandit could bring his gun to bear.
    Smoke
curled from the barrel of the cowboy's pistol as the bandit keeled
over. He shuddered on the ground for a moment, then lay perfectly
still.
    The cowboy
emptied the spent casings from his gun onto the ground, and began
reloading the drum of the pistol with fresh bullets from his belt.
    "You
can come on out now, miss. I ain't gonna hurt ya."
    Lily found
herself shaking as she reached up to grasp the latch. She pushed the
door open, squinting at the sudden brightness that flooded the
compartment.
    She tried
to get out. Then her eyes fell on the man the cowboy had just shot.
There was blood. So much blood. Her sense of balance left her, and
she began keeling over.
    Then his
arms were around her, holding her up.
    "Whoa
there, miss. Go slowly. No rush, here. Name's Wyatt."
    She put
her hands at the back of his neck to hold herself up. His arms felt
so hot and hard around her body. They felt like arms that could crush
the life from her with little effort. But at that moment, they held
her up with a shocking gentility.
    Able to
open her eyes again, she saw how close their faces were. The bit of
stubble on his face looked good. The wetness between her legs
increased as an incredible shudder shot up her back. All she could
think about was what Wyatt had hidden in his trousers.
    "Luh...
Lily... Thank you so much for savin' me, sir," she said.
    She knew
how much she had to be blushing. Again, she felt like a little girl
who'd just read her first romance.
    "Your
family went and told the sheriff right away. His deputy came out and
asked me to keep an eye out for you. When I saw how the windows were
covered on the coach, I knew right away. Now, why don't you hop on my
horse and we'll get you back home?"
    He began
straightening, but stopped when she didn't let go. He looked into her
eyes.
    "There
somethin' the matter, Miss Lily?" Wyatt asked.
    "I...
I wish there was some way I could repay you for savin' me..."
Lily said. She glanced down at his lips, then back into his eyes.
    He watched
as she licked her lips. His arms tightened around her for a moment.
He glanced around, then looked back to her.
    Fear and
worry boiled in her stomach. She thought he was going to insist on
taking her home right away. There was such heat between her legs, and
her whole body felt electrified.
    One of his
hands moved up from her back. He held the back of her head. A moment
later, he leaned in close and kissed her. Her fingers moved up to his
hair, knocking his hat from his head. Warm waves seemed to pulse from
her lips down into the rest of her body as their mouths pressed
together.
    Then she
felt his tongue poke into her mouth. Their kiss deepened. Still
holding her up, his other hand moved down her back to cup her bottom.
He squeezed her hard. The strength of his grip made her moan.
    Her hips
started grinding against him almost of their own volition.
    Then he
picked her up and carried her into the carriage. He sat her down on
his lap, facing him. The front of her trousers bulged with the hard
thing he kept hidden in there. She rubbed her sex against that bulge,
wishing there