Longarm said, “Let me get on top again. Healthy men like to work hard, and there’s no federal law against gambling.”
As he snuffed out the smoke and they rolled over together in a pleasant flurry of limbs, he could have told her there was no way any law could prevent a sucker from being parted with his money once he thought he could beat the game. But he was too busy humping her luscious pale flesh to talk sensibly. He could only answer her baby talk with soft nothings and hard thrusts until they were back among the stars some more. Red Robin screwed far better than she played piano.
She listened good too, considering she seemed to be tone-deaf. One of the nice things about going to bed with Red Robin was her intelligent conversations. She only talked like a flighty female when she was fixing to come. The rest of the time she made more sense than most men. A tumbleweed gal who’d lived by her wits all over the West could tell most men a thing or two. She’d not only met, but been to bed with, more than one famous gunfighter in her time, and Longarm was hardly the first such man to share a few thoughts on the subject with her.
After they’d screwed enough to talk calmly, she naturally wanted to hear more about his mission, and he just as naturally told her, leaving out such details as the fact that Undersheriff Brennan over in the next county had more hair on her snatch, but not hiding half as much as he’d have to at a time such as this with some other old pals. Red Robin didn’t have a jealous bone in her voluptuous body, and if a man couldn’t take her own love of adventure, it was just tough as far as Red Robin was concerned.
She prided herself on having good taste, and didn’t consider it professional to screw where she’d been hired to play piano. But Longarm knew she was just as bad as he was when it came to a discreet crack at something pretty.
It was sort of annoying when you found yourself holding the short end of that particular stick. Knowing Red Robin, in the biblical sense, could be an educating experience if you didn’t lose your temper.
By the time he’d brought her up to date on the confusing pictures in his own head, Red Robin had agreed nothing made more sense for a naughty gal called Miss Medusa Le Mat but the one bank in Minnipeta Junction.
Longarm snuggled her closer and rolled one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger thoughtfully as he said, “The bank’s been alerted. Any bank on the prod would be too big a boo for three men and a gal. Let’s talk some more about high times for big money here where the trains home stop.”
She took his free hand by the wrist and removed it from her pale marshmallow breast as she snuggled closer and replied, “If you think robbing one bank would be a hard row to hoe for her usual crew, study on holding up crap and card games all over a bigger town, with most of the players at least half drunk and fully armed!”
Longarm grimaced at the picture, then smiled as he saw where she seemed to be leading his free hand. He’d thought she’d been finding it distracting to converse while being felt up. But she placed his unresisting hand firmly in her warm lap, and spread her hairless love-lips so he could rock the boy in the boat for her as she continued talking. “With the roundup over, hands being laid off with extra pay, and the Eastern brokers bidding for veal on the hoof, those cattle barons over in the Flint Hills will be cashing money orders and writing checks a mile a minute. Those laid-off hands will want to cash their generous severance checks close as possible to the rascals who sign them too. So that country bank in Minnipeta Junction had better have a heap of hard cash on hand at the end of the month and … Just a little faster, lover. I don’t like to come while I’m talking, but I’m not ready to go to sleep down there either.”
He strummed a faster banjo jig on her half-swollen clit as he shook his head and insisted, “They’re expecting trouble as well as a heap of business in a crowded, really crowded little bank. They told me they have the extra cash they’ll need coming down from Kansas City under a heavy guard. By rail as far as Emporia, up the line from here, and by armored wagon, escorted by flank riders, down to the Junction.”
She spread her thighs absently as she dreamily remarked that many a train and many a galvanized prairie schooner had been held up at gunpoint in the past.
He found his own half-sated flesh responding to her rekindled lust as he objected, “Miss Medusa Le Mat ain’t leading a bunch like Frank and Jesse, and even they ran into more than they could handle when they rode into a town that was on the prod for trouble. The bitch we only know by her nickname has always hit easy targets with a pick-up crew of aspiring outlaws Frank and Jesse would likely turn away. The wicked lady who’s been recruiting ‘em has done more killing than the whole bunch combined.”
Then, since Red Robin was moving her hips and breathing sort of funny, Longarm rolled her over on her pretty face and shapely tits. He rose from the mattress as he hooked a hip-bone with either hand to lift her handsome hind-end high while she, following his drift, moved into a less awkward position athwart the bed.
She gasped with pleasure as he let his freshly inspired erection find its way home between the marshmallow buttocks and braced white thighs she thrust up at him.
As he slid it in deep to lubricate it for the casual, steady thrusts he knew they both wanted, Red Robin sighed and said, “I swear that if they put a gun to my head and told me I had to settle on just one man for the rest of my days, it would likely be you I’d choose, you mind-reading long-donging darling!”
To which he modestly replied, “I have to make the third or fourth one last. I must be getting old. There was a time I could come thrice in a row without stopping.”
She arched her back and reassured him, “Kids love to show off. But that’s why I prefer a grown man at times like this. It’s better when you make it last as long as you can hold your love juice back, and we were talking about that other woman’s lethal ways with a Le Mat ten-shooter.”
Longarm admired the sight of his wet shaft sliding in and out of her in the mellow lamplight as he shrugged his bare shoulders and said, “I wired my boss—you remember Billy Vail—the gang might have been sniffing around but then probably gave up. I just told you why. What I’m having trouble with is just turning the picture to the wall. If Miss Medusa Le Mat is anywhere in these parts, I sure haven’t been able to cut her trail. Yet there’s other signs aplenty. Three known local toughs at large but not accounted for, along with that missing whore they called French Barbara.”
Red Robin wagged her ample hips thoughtfully and suggested, “You couldn’t have covered every possible hideout in the Flint Hills and as horny as you are, Lord love you, you couldn’t have possibly seen every woman in these parts. Didn’t you just tell me you’d be able to recognize that murderous Miss Medusa on sight, honey?”
He thrust in and out faster, as most men would have by then, and told her, “I’ve been following what Billy Vail calls the process of eliminating. I figure we don’t have to concern ourselves with hideouts more than one dead run out of town, and you’d be surprised how few such spots there are on rolling but mostly open prairie.”
She gasped that she wanted to turn over and finish romantically. So he let her and they did, wondering what else in the world could possibly be half that interesting as her warm wet innards pulsed lovingly around his throbbing shaft.
Then Red Robin asked in a surprisingly conversational voice, “If and when you do meet up with her, Custis, do you think you’ll be man enough to do it to her?”
Longarm blinked, kissed her soft ivory throat, and assured her this was the last thing he intended to do to Miss Medusa Le Mat.
Red Robin chuckled and said, “From what you’ve told me, she hardly deserves this! I was talking about you doing her in with your six-gun, Custis. You told me the last time you met she got the drop on you and blew you over a desk with buckshot.”