***
Thirty minutes later, as we consider thirds, a new voice is heard.
“Hallo the house,” Michael’s voice from outside. “We are heere!”
“Hell, the whole herd is showing up. Rain check, darlin’?”
“You bet! Just one last smackeroo.”
Enough commotion has occurred downstairs to cool the mood and time is awastin’ so Spud and I drag ourselves apart, dress and toddle down.
While I pour my coffee, Spud, throws an arm around my shoulder, kisses my cheek and whispers, “Wow, Roxy you really do rock!” Big kiss!
“Hell yes I do.” Corny as hell, but: Yay!
Wolf walks into the kitchen.
“Crazy white girl, him not as good as real fuck from Injin lover. ‘Once you go red, you stay in bed’,” promises Wolf.
“Sheeit! I’ve seen that little thing of yours,” says Spud, laughing. “It ain’t so much.”
“Bigger than yours, white boy. Injin grower, not shower.”
“Hey am I missing all the good cock, I mean talk?” asks a familiar not quite feminine voice.
“Yeesh, Michael’s in the building.”
Michael and Sir Jacob join us around the table, and Wolf starts pouring their coffee.
“I’ll go feed,” says Spud.
“No mind, I done it while you two were in the midst of battle. Hah, yore both blushing. It ain’t no secret. Yore just lucky to have a faithful Injin companion to keep us on schedule,” intones Wolf.
“I’ll whip up some johnny cakes while you jaw, boys,” I say.
“That done too, I got ‘em here in the bun warmer,” says Wolf.
“You’re a good enough slave, partner,” notes Spud.
“A pleasure to serve, master.” Wolf bows.
“Spud,” asks Michael, “you build this table?” The table top is one giant piece of wood.
“A slab from one huge tree. And the rest went into the staircase. It’s one piece, steps, runners, risers and all. He built the cabin you see around it, too,” says Sir Jacob.
“Wolf helped,” says Spud.
“And Sir Jacob bossed us around,” adds Wolf.
“Hell yeah, Sir Jacob worked and pontificated at the same time,” says Spud.
“Yes,” says Sir Jacob. “I am a man of many talents who can speak on innumerable subjects.”
Humble, too.
“Hell, Spud and me got the work done cause we wasn’t busy jawing,” says Lone Wolf.
“Couldn’t get a word in edgewise,” agrees Spud.
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