Dotty Things
This is a Western. A little gunplay. A little fast-budding romance. No sex. Unless you count the last few paragraphs. * He heard the horse long before it came near. Fine sand spritzed against the brush beside the track. Shod hooves thunked softly on the ground. He’d expected this. They’d come no less than once a day to peer down at him as if he were a lion in a pit. It didn’t particularly disturb him. He’d been told they’d stay away, but he hadn’t believed it. It wasn’t that he’d thought...