This story is set some time after the events in Chinatown. It’s my first try at a het adult story.
Sitting in the saloon one afternoon, JD looked over the rim of his mug to watch Inez as she wiped down the bar. She looked up and caught his gaze and smiled. An odd feeling, like a tingle in his stomach, startled JD and he looked away. He hadn’t really paid much attention to the fiery Mexican barmaid since Buck had set his sights on her. But there was that one time.While looking into some suspicious deaths in town, they had been out to the railroad camp. Chinese workers were being killed. Somehow, Ezra ended up with the pretty Chinese girl, Li Pong. They discovered that Browner was skimming money from the railroad by not paying the workers the full amount. JD had met a very interesting gentleman while wandering around the camp. The Chinese chemist had many intriguing vials and herbs. He told the young sheriff that he could give him a potion to make him taller. Buck, of course, thought it was pure ‘hooey’ and told him so loudly and in front of the elderly man. The ladies man did purchase a love potion in the hope of winning the hand of the barmaid he had been enthusiastically pursuing.
It had been fun, tricking Buck. The look on the ladies man’s face when he had picked up the mug with the potion in it and drank it was priceless. The next morning, when Inez jumped up on the bar and then over it to come and sit in JD’s lap, Buck had nearly choked on his tongue. Just thinking about it, the way her body felt on his and the way she’d kissed him, made him feel funny. Pulling at his collar, he looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the sudden increase in the temperature. His pants began to feel tighter and he squirmed uncomfortably on the hard, wooden chair. Glancing up again, he noticed that Inez was watching him and smiling. The tingle in his stomach became stronger and he jumped up, grabbed his hat and left, not even bothering to finish his beer.
With his head down, JD practically ran down the boardwalk and into the livery. As he entered the open doorway, his eyes fell on the stall where he and Mattie had almost … gulping hard, he reversed direction and headed for the jail. In his haste, he brushed against Mary Travis as she was coming out of the seamstress shop.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Travis,” he apologized. She caught him by the arm and kept him from hurrying away.
“JD, is something wrong? You looked flushed,” she said as she pressed her palm to his forehead and then cupped his cheek. “You’re warm. Have you seen Nathan?”
“No Ma’am, I’m fine. I was just coming from the livery. I gotta get to the jail and relieve Vin. Excuse me,” he stammered before tipping his hat and rushing away. He burst into the jail and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it and pressing his forehead to the cool glass. He heard the click of the hammer of a gun being thumbed down and whirled around, suddenly bathed in a cold sweat.
“Damn, JD! Ya know ya could get shot busting in here like that! Are ya all right? Did something happen?” Vin asked as he holstered the mare’s leg. He could see that the kid was panting and shaking as he leaned against the door.
“I-I’m fine. Sorry about startling you. I was trying to get away from Mary,” he said, hoping that the tracker would just drop it. “I’ll take over until Buck gets here if you want to head on out.”
Casting a sideways glance at the young man, Vin considered the offer. He was hungry and the smell of fresh baked bread coming from the restaurant was making his stomach growl like a bobcat. Picking up his hat, he started across the room. JD actually flinched when he came close before charging across to the desk and flopping into the wooden chair. The battered chair creaked and groaned under his weight. Vin cocked his head again, studying the kid. JD was always twittering and twitching but this was odd, even for him. The young easterner drummed his fingers on the desktop before jerking the drawer open and pulling out the wanted posters.
“You better get going before they run out of food,” JD prompted. When Vin finally pulled the door closed behind him, the young man sighed. Pushing the chair away from the desk, he reached down and tugged at the material of his trousers. Just brushing his hand against his groin started a deep throbbing in his cock. Shifting again in the chair, he pressed both palms on the desktop and took several deep breaths. In the quiet of the semi-dark room, he closed his eyes and continued to breathe deeply as he willed the throbbing ache in his groin to go away. By the time the door opened a half hour later, he was relaxed with his feet up on the desk.
“What are you doing here JD? I thought Vin had duty this morning,” Buck said as he hung his hat on the wall peg.
“I finished breakfast and thought I’d come down and relieve him early so he could go eat,” JD explained as he came to his feet. “I’m going for a ride to the lake. I’ll see you later.”
“Watch your back,” Buck prompted as he pulled the chair back and sat down.
From the front of the restaurant, Vin watched as JD sauntered down the boardwalk toward the livery. He was relieved to see that the kid was over whatever he had been so wound up about earlier. Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he crossed to the jail to see if Buck knew what the younger man was so head up about.
Buck looked up as the door opened, his hand automatically dropping to his gun belt. Seeing Vin’s familiar form, he relaxed. The young tracker closed the door and leaned against the wall in his trademark slouch.
“Hey Vin. You get there in time to get some of that heavenly fresh bread?” Buck asked.
“Yeah, JD musta knowed I was cravin’ it, he came down and sent me off a while ago,” Vin answered. “He seem all right to you when you came in this morning?”
“Yeah, ‘bout like always. Why do you ask?” Buck shifted forward in the chair.
“It’s prob’ly nothin’ ta worry on. He just seemed a little riled this morning.”
“He was fine when I came in. He say anything?” Buck was beginning to feel the first tendrils of worry.
“Just that he ran inta Miz Travis. Maybe I imagined it. He mention where he was goin’ when he left here?” Vin asked.
“Said he was headed to the lake. Maybe he was going for a swim.”
Nodding at the information, Vin glanced around the room once more before pushing off of the wall and slipping out of the door. He headed down to the livery and rode out a short time later.
At the lake, JD was stretched out on his back staring up at the wisps of clouds in the sky. A couple of bullfrogs sang from their hiding place in the reeds and the crickets and grasshoppers chirped and buzzed as they went about doing whatever they were doing. A comfortable lethargy settled on the young man and he closed his eyes. Unbidden, images of Inez appeared on the inside of his eyelids and he sighed. That funny tingle in his stomach jolted him again and he groaned. He didn’t know what was wrong with him lately. The past few nights, he had awoke with a throbbing hard on. He didn’t think it was normal for a body to behave the way his body was acting and he didn’t know who to ask. Surely not Buck, there would be no end of the teasing if the older man knew about his problem. The thing was, he didn’t feel comfortable enough with any of the others to ask them either.
Groaning, JD wiggled on the ground and tugged on his trousers. The slight whisper of the rough material over his underwear was enough to cause him to become instantly hard. Huffing in frustration at his inability to control his body, he fumbled with the button on his fly and rolled onto his knees. Tugging down his drawers, he freed his throbbing erection. Wrapping his hand firmly around the base, he began to stroke himself. He kept one hand on the tree for balance as his hips moved with the rhythm of his hand. The tingle that had been goosing his stomach dropped low in his groin and he moaned. Harder and faster, his hand moved in response to his body’s need. Within moments, he came, his seed spurting against the tree. His shoulders heaving with each breath, he shuddered through his climax. Balancing carefully on his knees, he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand and then his flaccid penis. Straightening his clothes, his head jerked up as he heard another horse approaching. JD jumped up and bolted across to where his own horse was munching on the grass. He sprang into the saddle without touching the stirrups. Nudging the animal with his heels, he kept to the lush grass to muffle his escape.
Vin studied the area from the saddle before dismounting. He could see where someone, presumably JD, had been stretched out on the ground in the shade of the old tree. Looking closer, he noticed the white fluid coating an area of the bark. From the impressions on the grass, it wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened. The tracker felt embarrassed at discovering the reason for his young friend’s erratic behavior. He wasn’t sure if JD had done anything with Mattie Stokes but he knew the kid didn’t have much experience with women. Standing slowly and stretching, he reached for the pommel and pulled up into the saddle. Turning Peso back the way he came, he rode off.
That evening, the seven gathered in the saloon. Ezra was at his usual table, smiling and dealing cards. Buck was camped out at the end of the bar, expending massive amounts of his ‘animal magnetism’ in his attempt to lure Inez into his arms. The dark haired beauty laughed and tossed her head as she went about her work, ignoring the ladies man. Nathan, Josiah, Chris and Vin were seated at a table, sharing a bottle and keeping an eye on the trail hands who had blown in that afternoon looking to let off steam. JD slipped in and glanced around the room before moving toward the dais to take a seat at Ezra’s table.
Coming out of the kitchen, Inez noticed JD. Waiting until she caught his eye, she raised a mug and her eyebrows. Seeing him nod, she filled the mug with beer and sauntered around the end of the bar, narrowly dodging Buck. She squeezed behind the gambler’s chair and put the drink down in front of the young sheriff. Her dark eyes studied him for a long time.
“Something on my nose?” JD asked.
“No, Mrs. Travis was in early this morning and said that you seemed to be ill. I was just concerned for you,” Inez answered as she pressed the back of her hand to his cheek. “You don’t feel warm. You are okay?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m fine,” he replied.
When the barmaid left the table, JD swallowed hard and picked up his mug. He downed half the contents before setting the heavy glass down and swiping his upper lip with the sleeve of his shirt.
“A most ungentlemanly display, JD. That isn’t what the cuffs of your shirt were designed for,” Ezra chided gently. When he got no reply, he looked up to see that the young sheriff was staring across the room. Turning his head to follow the direction of his gaze, he saw Inez cocking her head and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she spoke to one of the trail hands. Realization dawned and the gambler shook his head in pity for the young man. “You should set your sights on the attainable, JD. She’s so busy dodging Buck’s advances, I doubt she would even notice you.”
“Huh?” JD said, confusion bright in his eyes.
“Never mind. Would you like to play a hand of gin?”
Across the saloon, another pair of eyes also surmised JD’s predicament. Vin appeared almost in a daze as he sat with his chair leaned back on two legs against the wall. He could easily see the hunger in the young man’s eyes as he stared wistfully across at the barmaid. Like Ezra, he felt badly for the kid. An elbow nudged him and he turned his attention back to the conversation at the table.
Hours later, the crowd had thinned. Buck had given up on Inez and turned to the charming Millie. The pair had slipped away, arm in arm. Nathan and Josiah had retired to bed. Vin was on his feet, getting ready to go on patrol. JD stood, gathering the empty mugs from Ezra’s table. He carried them to the end of the bar and handed them to Inez. She flashed him a warm smile as her hands brushed his. He turned to go back to the table and she called to him.
“JD, wait!” Ducking into the kitchen, she returned a minute later with a dish cloth and set it on the end of the bar. “I thought you might like them,” she said as she opened the corners of the cloth. Inside were several cookies. “My Tia Guadalupe taught me to make them. Try one.”
With a shy smile, JD picked up one of the small cookies and put it into his mouth. The fruity, sweet taste danced on his tongue and he smiled again. “They’re very good, Miss Inez,” he assured her. It wouldn’t have mattered if they had tasted like road dust, he would have loved them.
“Take them. I will make more,” she said, pushing the cloth closer to JD.
“How about you save some of that sweetness for me, senorita?” one of the trail hands slurred as he staggered down to the corner of the bar.
“I only make these for my special customers, senor. You are not part of that group,” Inez answered icily. The man’s expression turned dark and his hand shot across the polished wood surface to catch her wrist.
“You would do well to mind your mouth, bitch. I have a mind to teach you a little manners,” the man growled. Something cool and round pressed uncomfortably into his neck and he froze. Relaxing the tight grip he had on the barmaid’s wrist, he remained otherwise absolutely still. “No need to go off half cocked kid. I won’t touch your cookies,” he purred.
JD reached around and relieved the man of his gun before shoving him against the bar and twisting his arm, the one that had grabbed Inez, causing the man to hiss in pain. Digging the barrel of his Colt under the edge of the man’s ribs, JD snarled, “Now apologize to the lady for your bad manners before I break your arm.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? I got carried away! It won’t happen again!” the man practically yelled.
“Damn right it won’t happen again. You’re going to spend the night in the jail and in the morning, you’re leaving town,” Chris threatened.
Without releasing his hold on the man, JD looked over his shoulder. He had completely forgotten that he was in the saloon, he had been so focused on defending Inez. Approval shown from the blond gunslinger’s eyes as he nodded for JD to let the man go. JD backed away and let the man turn to see the fury in Chris’s face before he was jerked toward the doors. He watched as Ezra got up to follow the pair. A gentle touch on his arm startled him and spun on his heel.
“Thank you, JD,” Inez said just before she put her arms around him and kissed him.
His first instinct was to pull away and he tried but Inez tightened her embrace. He felt her tongue brush across his lips and opened his mouth to protest. Immediately, her tongue swirled around his. JD’s arms slipped around her waist as his knees trembled. That tingle in his stomach surged so hard that he couldn’t help but moan into the cavern of her mouth. When Inez finally ended the kiss, JD was in a daze.
The barmaid took in the glazed look in the young sheriff’s eyes. She watched as he struggled to focus and collect his wits. With one finger, she tapped his chin, closing his mouth gently. Inez had felt the shudder that coursed through JD when she touched his tongue. She had both heard and felt the moan that surged out of him as his arms had tightened around her waist.
Realizing that Inez was staring at him, JD felt his face burn with shame. He let his hands drop from her sides and stumbled back a step. Taking in her smile, he knew she was laughing at him. Despair cut him like a knife and he continued to back away until he collided with an empty chair. Foundering to keep his balance, he turned and bolted toward the batwing doors. He narrowly missed knocking the gambler down in his haste to get away from the source of his shame.
Inez thrust a dishtowel into Ezra’s hand as she ran after JD. The look of shame on his face told her that he had misunderstood. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t making fun of him. Glancing up and down the boardwalk, she saw the door to the boarding house close and headed in that direction. Upon reaching the door of the young sheriff’s room, she paused. She had to make things right between herself and JD.
“JD? May I have a word with you?” she called softly as she knocked. After a minute, she began to think he had not returned to his room. The soft click of the door opening surprised her. JD pulled the door open and stepped back. It was obvious to her that he was struggling not to cry. “JD, why did you run away?”
Embarrassed, he turned away and walked to the window. He ached deep inside. Her kiss had stirred him and he wanted nothing more than to be alone so he could relieve himself. Clenching his hands, he stared down at the street fires. A light touch on his shoulder caused him to tense.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what? It was very gallant of you to come to my rescue,” she returned.
“F-for reacting like that when y-you k-kissed m-me,” JD stammered. Gentle pressure on his shoulder brought him around and he backed up against the wall next to the window.
“You didn’t like the way I kissed you?” Inez asked. Her face shown in the moonlight, concern and worry causing her to frown.
“Yeah, I liked it but …”
“Then may I do it again?” she asked as she moved closer.
A feeling of absolute panic welded JD’s boots to the floor. His heart leapt into his throat and it felt like someone was preventing him from drawing a breath as she moved closer. A cool hand caressed the side of his face before the silken warmth of her mouth touched his. His hands twitched. JD desperately wanted to touch her, to pull her body closer to his. The pressure of her mouth increased and her tongue traced the crease between his lips. As her thumb stroked the under side of his jaw, he opened his mouth. Her tongue swept around his, encouraging him to respond. When he tentatively thrust his tongue into her mouth, she began to suck on it. A startled yelp turned into a moan of pure pleasure. His hands leapt to her waist and pulled her close.
Feeling him respond to her drove Inez to make a decision. Releasing the suction on his tongue, she pulled away from his lips. JD clutched at her, wanting the pleasant sensation to continue. She smiled again as she watched him. When his emotions cycled through and he began to look ashamed again, she shook her head gently.
“No,” she whispered. “None of that. I only thought that we might be more comfortable on the bed.”
A startled and decidedly terrified look crossed his dark eyes. A shudder raced through his slender frame and Inez touched her lips lightly to his again. When he began to relax, she let her hands slide down until she caught his wrists. Backing slowly, she coaxed him away from the wall and toward the bed. When she felt her legs touch the mattress, she stopped and reached for his shoulders. As his confusion cleared, he allowed her to help him off with the coat. Her fingers tickled as she unbuttoned his shirt and he smiled. She opened his cuffs and then tugged the shirttails from his pants.
The friction of his shirt pulling free of his pants had him instantly, achingly hard and JD moaned softly. When Inez pressed her palms against his chest and slid them up to lift the shirt from his shoulders, he gasped and leaned toward her.
“JD, why don’t you take off your guns and boots while I light the lantern?” Inez whispered into his ear.
“Huh?” he questioned. Replaying her words, he began to unfasten the gun belt from around his slender hips. He swung the leather around his hips in a practiced motion and caught the ends in his other hand. Swiftly re-buckling the belt, he slipped it over the post on the corner of the bed. Stepping back to rest his hand on the edge of the washstand, he toed off his boots and kicked them into the corner. He heard the rasp of the wooden match being struck against the sandpaper strip and the soft sound of the metal prongs on the lantern rubbing against the glass of the mantle as she lifted it to light the kerosene soaked wick. Inez adjusted the lantern so it gave off a soft glow.
In the wan, yellow light, she watched him. Clad in only his dark, wool trousers, his hands shook at his sides. Smiling warmly, she took hold of the drawstring at the neck of her dress and untied the bow. Pulling the material away from her skin, she began to guide it off of her arms. He was there in an instant, his hands stilling hers.
“Inez, I never … I mean I don’t …” JD’s eyes pleaded with her to understand what he was too ashamed to admit.
“It’s all right. I’ll show you what to do,” she reassured as she placed her hands over his and guided them to the material of her dress. His hands trembled as he pushed the cloth down her arms. She lifted her hands out of the way and moved his hands to pull the dress down her body. He seemed reluctant to remove her clothing so she placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled the bodice of the dress down to her waist. Without looking down, she hooked her thumbs in the material and worked it down over her hips until it dropped soundlessly to the floor. She could see the furtive glances he was making at her breasts. Taking his hands, she drew them down and pressed his palms to her nipples. Leaning into his touch, she moaned softly at the pressure of his hands.
Taking her action as permission, JD let his eyes drift down her body. He lifted his hands from her breasts and drank in his fill of the sight of her. With his fingertips, he traced her collar bones and then ghosted over her breasts again. When her nipples contracted under the hesitant touch, he smiled. Turning his hands, he followed her ribs partway around her sides before gliding them down to her slender waist. With the tips of his thumbs, he stroked the sides of her navel. Her stomach contracted and he realized that she was ticklish. The dark thatch of hair between her legs caught his attention but he was afraid to touch it to see if it felt the same as the silken tresses on her shoulders or like the wiry hair of his own pubic area.
Now that he’d had a chance to look and touch, Inez reached for his trousers. He flinched again but recovered quickly and allowed her to unbutton his fly. The light brushes of her fingers were almost painful because he was so hard. When her cool palms moved to his hips and began to work the woolen pants down, his hands automatically moved to help. Tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his drawers, he pushed the material over the curve of his ass and let them fall to the floor. He reached out and rested his hand on her hip to balance himself as he pulled the legs off and picked them up to toss over the chair. Realizing that he’d touched her like that caused him to quickly check her expression. She smiled, encouraging him and he knew it was all right.
When he turned from the chair, she stepped into his arms. His erection ground against her thigh and he moaned as his mouth sought hers. Because she was slightly taller, he had to tip his head up to kiss her. Catching the back of her head, he held her as he explored her mouth. When she tried to pull away, he resisted. She firmly pushed his tongue out of her mouth and pulled away. Taking him by the wrist, she led him to the bed.
The sheets felt icy compared to the heat of his passion. His hands roamed up and down her torso, reveling in the silky feel of her skin. His hips continued to thrust, rubbing his aching shaft against her body. When he’d had his fill of her mouth, he began to nuzzle against her neck. The gentle pressure of her hand on his head guided him. Inez rolled to her back and he shifted so he could continue to taste her neck and shoulder. When she continued to push him down, he soon found her nipple in his mouth. Uncertain what he was supposed to do, he began to suck.
“Gently, gently,” she whispered urgently. He pressed his nose into the valley between her breasts and inhaled deeply of her scent before continuing to the other nipple. Having been chastised once, he was gentle as he licked and suckled the rigid button. Inez arched her back, enjoying his touch more than she thought possible. An ache settled between her legs, something she had not felt in a while.
Lost in the exploration of the soft, delectable flesh of her breast, JD had all but stopped rubbing his erection against her. Wanting more of her lips, he made his way upwards, licking and kissing as he went. At the hollow at the base of her throat, he swirled his tongue around until she bucked beneath him.
“JD, I need you,” Inez whispered.
“I-I don’t …” JD stammered.
Rather than explain, Inez nudged him with her knee until he lifted his weight to his hands and knees. She guided him to kneel between her thighs and drew her knees up, bracing her heels on the mattress. When JD hesitantly touch her thatch of pubic hair, she arched and whimpered.
JD had a pretty good idea of what he was supposed to do, he was just a little afraid. Inez’ shoulders were heaving, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. A light sheen of perspiration made her skin glisten in the dancing light of the lantern. When she spread her knees, he marveled at the differences between his body and hers. Seeing her opening, he compared it to his penis. Slowly, he shook his head, there was no way he could fit inside her without hurting her.
Seeing the fear in his eyes again, Inez propped herself up on her elbows. “What’s wrong, JD?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he responded.
“Oh, you won’t hurt me. I promise. Here, give me your hand,” she said as she reached for him. After caressing his hand gently, she folded his hand closed and pulled his index and second fingers back up straight. Guiding his hand, she pressed his fingers into her body. Lolling her head back, she rocked her hips against the slight feel of his digits.
Resistant at first, JD felt his fingers sinking deeper into her vagina. When the knuckles of his hand touched her body, he felt her bear down on him. Matching the motion of her hips, he carefully moved his fingers. Her soft cry of pleasure brought the sharp tingle back to his groin. Feeling helpless and confused, he watched his fingers as they appeared and disappeared into her body.
“JD! I need you,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he answered.
Inez pushed his hand away and reached for his shaft. He moved forward in response to her tug and she pressed his head to her hot, slick opening. Gently, carefully, he eased into her. He was amazed that she took him all the way to his base. Letting his weight down on her hips, he worked his arms along her side until he was comfortable. Feeling her legs wrap around his hips, he braced his knees and waited. She arched her back and tightened her legs, drawing him deeper before relaxing and letting him pull back. In this way, she taught him what she needed.
After he got over the fear that he would hurt her, he began to move with her. When her feet returned to the mattress and she began to rise up to meet his thrusts, it felt even better. Working his hands under her shoulders, he gripped her firmly as he bore into her pliant, willing body. Her hands drifted up and down his back and hips, guiding and encouraging him. The tingle in his groin seemed to grow to an almost unbearable pitch. When the sensation exploded, he cried out, driving into her and rocking. As his climax eased, he became aware of a rhythmic contraction inside her body.
Inez lightly stroked JD’s hair. She was pleased that he hadn’t simply slumped on top of her when he came, he was carefully holding his weight on his elbows and knees. From the thundering of his heart against her chest, she knew he was calming. When she felt the uncoordinated efforts to move, she braced her hands against his sides and steadied him. JD slowly pulled free of her and moved to lay beside her. Immediately, he curled up and put an arm across her waist. When his arm grew heavy and his breathing deep, she rolled away from him and got out of the bed. After she had cleaned up, she turned back to look at JD. An intense feeling of satisfaction filled her as she looked at the innocent smile on his face. Pulling the blanket from the quilt rack in the corner, she draped it over him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
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The sun was shining in his eyes when he awoke and JD blinked to clear his head. What had happened the night before rolled through his mind and he looked around quickly. Inez was gone! Balling his hand into a fist, he struck the pillow next to him angrily. He must have hurt her for her to leave like that. Despondently, he got dressed. After a quick visit to the outhouse, he headed for the saloon. As he reached for the doors, he stopped. She wouldn’t want to see him, not now and probably not ever. Hanging his head sadly, he started to turn around and go to the restaurant.
Pouring Buck another cup of coffee, Inez noticed JD coming down the boardwalk. Quickly, she put the pot down and hurried toward the batwing doors. When he didn’t come in, she was puzzled. When she heard the deep, soulful sigh, she remembered the fear and uncertainty she had seen in his face the night before. Reaching out with one hand, she pulled the door open a few inches and peeked out. JD’s chin was down and he was turning away when she called his name.
“JD? Where are you going?”
She called his name! Hope surged as JD turned back toward the doors. Inez extended one hand and waited. Hesitantly, he extended his hand and took hers. She tugged, drawing him into the saloon. Steering him gently, she pulled out a chair at the table with Buck and he collapsed into it. She stroked her hand over the top of his head before moving toward the bar.
Buck looked from JD to Inez and back. When the barmaid brought JD’s breakfast to the table, she kissed him lightly on the cheek. As a brilliant shade of red erupted on his face, Buck’s mouth hung open in shock. When the older man recovered his voice, he asked incredulously.
“What just happened here?”
End