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Sam toyed with the unfastened hems of her bodice.
“We need to get you some new clothes,” he said. “These are likely to fall off of you.”
She smiled. “That is so thoughtful. Perhaps the next time we get supplies I can pick up some fabric to make a dress.”
“We can buy one too,” he said rolling over her with the promise of more loving. “Those legends the late mister stranger referred to were true. I am filthy rich.”
He looked her straight in the eye when he confessed that.
“That doesn’t make the least bit of difference to you, does it?” he asked her.
“What is so important to me is my friend and my son and now you,” she said. “I feel rich already.”
“I believe that,” he kissed her languidly.
Shauna helped Sam with the repairs even though he insisted she not. She was way more opened with him than she thought she could ever be. She felt completely welcomed to love this man. She analyzed it a thousand different ways but just accepted it. She had been a fool before trusting on face value but she decided if Sam hurt her, the pleasure and happiness she felt now was worth it. It was a chance of her lifetime.
The trim around the house was all nailed back into place. The fences were righted. He and Shauna mounted up and decided to ride around his land to see exactly what they had and what condition it was in.
It was a difficult task to complete because the pull between them was so intense they made so little practice. She would look at him or he would look at her and they would both lull, doped on their desire for each other.
Sam had a lot of farmable land but Shauna and Haya farmed only what they needed to grow their own food. The plots were much smaller than they had been before. Sam sidled up to her. He had such a dramatic effect on her. She felt giddy and wanton at the same time. She leaned over to her and kissed her, with a delicious slowness.
From the corner of her eye, Shauna spied movement. It was a black speck. She opened her eyes. Wide. It was another man. A rider coming towards them.
“Sam,” she muttered. “There’s a man. Riding towards us. Oh father in heaven, not again.”
“Stay calm, missy,” he said.
In a covert move, so as to not broadcast himself, his hand slowly found his gun.
“Hello there,” the rider called.
When he was close enough, Sam drew on him but did not pull the trigger.
“Hold,” ordered Sam.
Shauna thought Sam was so sweet and so amiable that it was strange to hear him be so commanding but he was. It made her feel passion for him.
“Don’t shoot mister,” trembled the fellow.
He was stopped on his horse. He had one hand on the rein and one in the air.
“What brings you here?” demanded Sam.
“Just riding through. Got caught in the storm the day before,” said the man. “I need a place to just water my horse.”
“Where passing through. I am taking over a parish in town,” he said.
“Preacher?” said Sam.
Shauna saw his face widen with a bright idea.
“We’ll be happy to have you to supper before you’re on your way or you can stay the night. I have just arrived back home to inform my foreman’s bride that he has passed. I wish to marry to her. Will you perform the ceremony?” asked Sam.
The preacher’s face brightened. “I would be delighted.”
“Can you do it now?” asked Sam.
