A night on the town! Cassie was having a difficult time masking her excitement. It had been a long time since she had been on a real date. Mojave had asked her to go out with him after supper on Sunday. They were curled up together on the living room couch. There was a fire blazing in the Kiva fireplace. Cassie turned off the lights and wrapped a blanket around them. Mojave cleared his throat several times. He hadn't asked a woman for a date in quite a while. "Brown Eyes would you do me the honor of going out with me Friday? I have some long green in my pocket and all I need is a beautiful woman on my arm."

Cassie snuggled against his chest. "I'd love to. You don't mind doubling with Cheyne and Felicity?"

"I'm good with it if you are. Cheyne and Felicity are a great couple." Mojave looked at Cassie's face watching the firelight dance in her eyes. "I promise we'll go out soon, just you and I."

"You could take me to a five star restaurant and I wouldn't be any happier than I am at this moment." She put her arms around his neck and gave him a quick graze across the lips. "You wanna make out?"

Mojave responded with a long, slow kiss. "Are you sure your parents won't walk in on us while we are sucking face? I don't fancy a load of buckshot in my backside."

"I think they are out for the evening so we have nothing to worry about."

"How about we stretch out on that big rug in front of the fireplace? Always wanted to neck with a girl by a fireplace."

Cassie gathered the blanket and stood up. She took Mojave by the hand. "Come with me." They never made it to the bedroom that night.

Cassie was jolted out of her memory by the blast of a truck horn. Now who could that be? The blacksmith said he wouldn't be here until after one o'clock. She opened the front door to see Max pulling around the front of the house with Mojave and Trace's motorcycles strapped to the trailer he was towing. You knew this day was coming Cassie. She smiled and waved. "Hello Max, it's good to see you."

"Hey Cassie. I'm finished with the repairs on the Harleys. Don't they look great? I almost hated to return them. I expected Mojave to call me for updates more than he did. I figured he was in a hurry to be reunited with this sweet machine so he could get back on the road."

Back on the road, back on the road. You can't cage the wind or a gypsy. Cassie shivered as if a pair of cold arms had embraced her. "Mojave knew that it would take you some time to round up the parts. He told me that you couldn't rush perfection. Besides we've kept him busy around here. Trace's cycle looks brand new Max. How much do I owe you?"

"You don't owe me a dime. We'll let Carl Peters foot the bill. It didn't take much to get her running again, just a tune-up. The bike is pristine condition."

Cassie walked around the trailer and ran her hand over the motorcycle. "Trace bought it six month before the…he didn't get to ride it as often as he wanted. Working a ranch take a lot of time. Since you were able to get Mojave's cycle repaired, I'll give Trace's Harley to Cheyne. He used to beg Trace day in and day out to let him ride it. This bike is too beautiful to sit in the barn and collect dust."

Max nodded in agreement. "Cheyne's going freak. You may not get much done around here for a few days. Where are they? What do you say we get then reacquainted with these babies?"

Cassie pointed at the barn. "They are rebuilding a stall. Let's surprise them Max." Cassie ran in the house and came back with a blanket. She covered Mojave's cycle with it.

"Works for me Cassie. Hop in." Max started the truck and drove the short distance to the barn. Cassie jumped out and shouted for them. Mojave! Cheyne! There's someone here to see you."

Who's here Sis? I know you were expecting…Hey Max! Whoa baby! Mojave get out here!"

Mojave stepped outside and Cassie pulled the blanket off to reveal his Harley. "Ta-dah!"

Mojave stared at his motorcycle. He didn't think Max could find the parts to make it roadworthy. It was nothing short of a miracle. He threw his arms around Max and lifted him off the ground. "I can't believe you were able to fix her Max! I thought she was scrap metal!"

Max snorted. You dare doubt my genius? I told you I'd get this baby running again. Your cycle wasn't as badly damaged as we thought. By the way, I called in a few markers and got some of the parts at cost so you have some money coming to you." Max pulled two thousand dollars out of his pocket and gave it to Mojave.

'You sure about this Max?"

Yep. I made money on the deal. The rest belongs to you Mojave."

Cheyne saw the other motorcycle on the trailer. Cassie, what is Max doing with Trace's Harley?"

Cassie turned smiling eyes on her brother but Max interrupted before she could say a word. "Cassie asked me to get Trace's cycle running so she could give it to Mojave in case I couldn't get his cycle up and running. I picked it up two days after the accident. Mojave stopped inspecting his cycle, walked to where Cassie was standing, and put his arms around her.

"You were going to give me Trace's Harley? You were going to do that for me? We barely knew each other Brown Eyes."

"It was the right thing, the only thing I could do Mojave. Trace loved that motorcycle and I knew you would take the best care of it." Cassie looked at Cheyne. "Since Mojave doesn't need a new ride, I'm giving it to you. Trace would have wanted you to have it." She extended her hand. "Take the keys my at'sili"

"You're giving me Trace's Harley?" Cheyne gave her a loving hug. "My adi. I don't know what to say."

"Say thank you and unload the bikes from the trailer so Max can get back to the garage. Hey Max, how about a cup of coffee before you head back to town?'

"That sounds great Cassie. I haven't reached my quota of caffeine yet."

"Let's go in the house and I'll fix you a cup. Mojave, Cheyne. Why don't you call it a day? I sure those cycles are in desperate need of a test drive. Come on Max." Cassie and Max disappeared into the house while the cycles were being off loaded. Cassie didn't want to watch Mojave speed toward the open road. She wasn't ready for that image to become fixed in her brain. She'd never be ready.

"Cheyne, I have never met a woman as loving as Cassie. I can't believe someone hasn't laid claim long before I met her."

"Cassie wasn't looking for just any someone. She was waiting for you Mojave and I for one am damned glad you finally came along. Come on, let's fire up these metal mustangs and see what they'll do."

Through the kitchen window the thunder of a Harley engine echoed in Cassie's ears.

The next morning Felicity left for work. Cheyne and Mojave loaded the pickup truck with the tools they needed to fix the broken fence line that ran along the North pasture. Cassie packed their lunches and placed them along with bottles of water in a cooler. Cheyne put the cooler in the truck bed. "How much food did you pack Cassie? We will be back by one."

"I want you to have a good lunch. Roast beef sandwiches, blue corn tortilla chips, apples and chocolate chip cookies. You need to keep your strength up."

Cheyne elbowed Mojave in the ribs. "I think she means you."

Mojave slipped his arm around Cassie's waist and kissed her. "Are you trying to fatten me up?"

Cassie ran her hands through Mojave's hair and whispered. "Don't worry; I have a foolproof way to keep you in shape. I guarantee you won't gain a pound." She gave him a playful poke to his stomach.

Cheyne shook his head and tried to sound serious. "Knock it off, Sis. I need him focused on work not moonstruck over you. You get him back after four o' clock."

Cassie stuck her tongue out at Cheyne. "Be that way. See if I care."

"Real mature Sis. Come on Mojave, The sooner we start this day the sooner it will end. You're not the only one who wants to spend time with his woman." Cheyne started up the truck and Mojave climbed in the passenger seat.

Cassie waved goodbye, went into the house, and began talking aloud to herself. "What do I want to get done today? Laundry needs some attention and I need to plan supper." She glanced out the window. "It's a beautiful day. I'm going to get a couple of things done and take Rio for a ride. It's just nice to spend the whole day indoors." She changed into her riding clothes, opened the windows to allow fresh air in the house, and started on the laundry. A half an hour had passed when she heard high-pitched squealing coming from Rio's barn. She ran to the front door and threw it open. She saw Garrett Peter's Escalade parked by the barn. Cassie darted into the house and jerked open the front closet. She grabbed her Winchester rifle, made sure it was loaded and raced to Rio's barn leaving this front door wide open. She slowed her pace when she reached the barn door. Garrett was cracking a bullwhip causing the horse to panic. He knew Rio's frightened trumpeting would bring Cassie running and he was waiting for her. The sound of gravel crunching under her feet let him know she was right outside. He dropped the whip and stepped to the edge of the door just out of sight. Cassie was trying to collect her thoughts before making her next move. She couldn't enter through the pasture door. It was locked. Taking a couple of steps backward she heard the noise her boots were making on the footpath. There goes the element of surprise. Well, the best defense is a good offense. "Garrett you are trespassing on my land! Get in your car and leave before I call the police." He didn't answer. I'll bet he's three sheets to the wind and on the verge of passing out. I have to go in. I won't let him hurt Rio. Cassie was wrong. Garrett was stone cold sober and she wasn't prepared for his next move. She stepped into the barn and Garrett backhanded her across the right side of her face, knocking her down. Cassie dropped the rifle and it skidded across the floor out of reach. She shook her head and looked up. Cassie was staring at the business end of a Colt 1911 handgun. It was pointed at her forehead. She started to get up but he hit her again. She tasted blood as it trickled from her mouth.

"Just stay put, bitch."

"Garrett, what are you doing here?"

"You know Cassie; you're a big thorn in my side. You and your vendetta against me have ruined my life. Most of the good citizens of Mesa Springs won't give me the time of day much less talk to me."

"I ruined your life? You murdered my husband!"

"Damn it Cassie, You sound like a broken record. It was an accident. You need to get over it. It's been two years."

"It wasn't an accident! You made a choice. You chose to drink and then you chose to drive! You need to own this, you miserable piece of shit! For once in your pathetic life, Garrett, take responsibility for your actions!" Cassie's chest was heaving so hard it hurt to breath. "You breeze through life letting your Daddy clean up after you. You don't give a rat's ass who you hurt. That's why no one wants to deal with you. Look Garrett, There's bad blood between us. That isn't going to change. Why don't you leave before you do something Carl can't fix with his money? I'll forget this ever happened. Please just leave."

"You know Cassie; I always thought you were a gorgeous woman for a half-breed, but you are sexy as hell when you're angry. Quite the little tigress."

"Yeah Garrett, this moment is a real turn-on for me too." Sarcasm dripped from her voice. She touched her cheek and winced. It was starting to swell. This is going to leave a nasty mark.

"You mentioned the reason I came calling today. Dear old Dad and all his lovely money. Seems after this last incident with your half-breed boyfriend, he has decided to cut off my allowance unless I enter rehab. If you hadn't soaked him for so much in your settlement, I doubt he'd be so pissed at me."

"I'd didn't soak him for anything Garrett. The amount of money he coughed up was all his idea, not mine. He put the price tag on what he thought it'd take to make me go away."

"I am curious. Does your new stud know how much you're worth? I wouldn't mind being kept by a woman with ten million in the bank."

"Mojave knows about the settlement. He has never asked how much I received and our relationship is none of your business."

"I'll bet he's pretty hot in bed. Dad's secretary tells me half of the women in town are dying to find out first-hand just how hot. Gossip travels fast in Mesa Springs. You'd better keep him satisfied. They'll be lining up to take your place warming his blankets."

"Garrett, Cheyne and Mojave are due back any moment. Why don't you leave before they show up and give you a taste of you own medicine?"

"They won't return until afternoon. I had breakfast at the café this morning and overheard Felicity tell Sarah they were way back on the property checking fence line." He looked at his watch. Probably won't be back for a couple more hours."

"Cut to the chase, Garrett. What exactly do you want?"

"I don't want anything from you. It's what I want to do to you. I am going to make you watch while I kill this horse that you love so much and then I think I might kill you. Nothing too complicated." Garrett watched her face to see what effect his words were having on her. She looked horrified and that's what he wanted.

"Garrett I'm begging you! Please don't hurt Rio. I don't care what you do to me. Just leave him alone."

"How about a little trade?" You fuck me here and now and I'll let Rio live."

Cassie looked him dead in the eye. Be strong girl. No tears. Don't let him see any sign of weakness. Show him how tough a Navajo half-breed can be. "If you promise me you will let Rio live."

"You have a deal."

"Let me turn him loose. That way I know we have an understanding."

"Okay, but don't try anything stupid or I'll shoot both of you." He helped Cassie up and held the gun to her head. "Remember what I said."

Cassie opened the stall and lead Rio out the door. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him. She let go of his halter and smacked him on the rump. He galloped up the road and disappeared behind the house. Garrett grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the barn. She recoiled at his touch so he slapped her again, knocking her into the same pile of hay where she and Mojave made love. "I told you not to try anything. I am going to enjoy this. I have wanted to see you naked for a very long time. We only had one date and that was years ago. How old were we and why you wouldn't you go on a second date with me?"

"You have a very short memory Garrett. I was eighteen, you were twenty and you tried to rape me. Imagine why I didn't rush to accept your offer of a second date."

"When did you develop the smart mouth Cassie? You should have relaxed and enjoyed my appetite for passion. I prefer my sex a bit on the rough side but the women I fuck always come back for more."

"And I thought your Father was arrogant. He's got nothing on you and your ego. The women come back for your money Garrett not your technique."

Garrett jerked Cassie to her feet and pointed the gun at her. "Let's see how sassy you are after I have finished with you. Start stripping!"

Cheyne and Mojave drove back to the barn. Cheyne swung the truck door open and stepped out. "I can't believe I forgot the come along. You can't stretch fence wire without it." He heard a horse nicker and turned to see Rio grazing behind the house. Something is very wrong here. He got Mojave's attention and pointed to Rio. Mojave got out of the truck. Cheyne knew they were having the same thought. They knew Cassie would never leave Rio unattended. Mojave raised his index finger to his lips expressing silence. Cheyne nodded in agreement and they walked quietly in the direction of the house. When they reached the porch and saw the front door wide open, the men raced inside. Cheyne stopped at the open closet. The rifle is gone. Mojave searched the house. He met Cheyne in the front hall.

"Cassie's not in the house. Where in the hell is she?"

Cheyne shut the closet door. "She took the rifle with her. She has to be at Rio's barn." Cheyne looked out the front door and saw Garrett's Escalade. "Shit, what is he doing here? I thought he was just blowing smoke when he'd threaten Cassie. He's a yellow-bellied coward, usually gets one of his buddies to do his dirty work for him."

Mojave ran out the door. "Cheyne, call the sheriff and get them out here pronto. If he has hurt her…" He raced toward the barn. Cheyne grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

"Connie, its Cheyne Bauer. Send Bryce and a couple of his men to the ranch. We have an emergency here. I will explain when he gets here. Tell him not to spare the horsepower."

Mojave stopped short of the gravel path that led in the barn. Stepping around onto the grass he moved along the side of the barn toward the open door. He heard Garrett talking to Cassie.

"Didn't you hear me the first time? I told you to strip. Remember our bargain. I let your horse live and now I am going to show you what's it like to be fucked by a real man. Now get your clothes off bitch!"

Cassie slowly pulled her denim shirt out of her jeans and began to undo the buttons.

Garrett watched her and smiled. "Yeah, take your time Cassie, put on a good show for me."

"Trust me Garrett, you're not going to enjoy this." Her contempt for him showed plainly on her face.

"Neither are you, Cassie, neither are you."

Mojave knew he had to move quickly while Garrett's attention was focused on Cassie. He slipped through the barn door and positioned himself behind Garrett. Cassie saw him and dropped her head down so as not to give him away. Mojave struck with the speed of a rattlesnake. He put his right hand under Garrett's chin and his left hand on the back of his head. "Drop the gun or I will snap your neck like a twig! Do you hear me! Drop the gun!" Garrett dropped the Colt on the floor and Cassie sank into the hay. She dropped her head and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Mojave threw Garrett outside. He landed face down in the gravel at Cheyne's feet. Mojave grabbed him by his shirt collar and jerked him to his feet. "What the fuck are you doing to my woman?" He turned Garrett so he could face him. Cheyne moved in closer to give Mojave a hand if needed. The look on Mojave's face told Cheyne that Garrett was in a world of hurt.

Garrett looked at Mojave and shot him an arrogant smile. "I was going to fuck her silly until you showed up. While we're on the subject of your woman, do you know that Cassie has around ten million dollars in the bank? Of course if you married her, money would never be a concern to you. I'll bet you don't have two nickels to rub together, you being a drifter and nothing more."

Mojave clinched his fists and took a step toward Garrett but Cheyne shook his head at him. "Don't listen to him Mojave. He is just trying to bait you. Listen, sirens. Let's wait until the sheriff gets here. Is Cassie okay?'

Mojave looked toward the barn and Garrett saw an opening. He swung on him. Mojave side stepped the punch and knocked Garrett to the ground. The next sound they heard was Cassie cocking the rifle. She came from the barn and pointed the gun directly at Garrett's chest. "Give me a reason you sorry son of a bitch! One good reason is all I need! She was a steady as a rock and ready to pull the trigger. She jerked her head to the right to flip her hair out of her way. Mojave saw her battered face and started to reach for Garrett.

"Don't touch him! He's mine! It's time he paid for Trace's death! For coming close to killing you and for all the pain he has caused!" Cassie was on fire with righteous anger.

Garrett started to beg for his life. "Cassie, it was an accident! I swear I never meant Trace any harm!"

"You didn't harm him! You killed him! You could have killed Mojave!" She put her finger on the trigger just as the sheriff and his men pulled up. Mojave put his hand on the rifle barrel and looked at Cassie. "Brown Eyes, you don't want to do this."

"Oh, yes I do! I want to stop him from ever hurting anyone again!"

Cheyne moved to Cassie's side. "Listen to him Cassie. If you do this you are just sinking to Garrett's level. Let Bryce and his boys take him in."

"Why? So he can make bail before the ink has dried on the paperwork? Not this time!"

Mojave put his right arm around Cassie. "Angel, give me the gun. I don't want to lose you over this worthless piece of shit."

Cassie looked into Mojave's eyes and released her grip on the gun. "You know Garrett, you're not worth the gunpowder it would take to blow you away."

The sheriff motioned to his deputies to take Garrett away. They handcuffed him and put him in the back of sheriff's car. Bryce looked at Cassie's face. "Cassie, tell me what happened."

"Garrett trespassed on my property, threatened to kill me and Rio, he hit me, and was going to rape me. Is that enough? Oh, his gun is in the barn."

Bryce patted Cassie on the arm. "Let your Dad take care of your injuries and then come to the station. I will have the paperwork ready so you can file charges. Carl is not going to buy Garrett out of assault and battery. Especially with a deadly weapon attached to the charges." He put on a pair of gloves and went to retrieve the gun. One of his deputies and said something to Simon. "Cassie, Garrett is claiming you called him, invited him over to talk, and then you tried to kill him but he took the rifle away from you."

"I'd never contact Garrett for any reason. You know that I don't want that piece of scum anywhere near me Bryce."

"He said you left a message for him at Carl's office."

"Tell him that I'll give the court permission to check my phone records. That should change his story pretty fast."

Bryce motioned for his men to return to their cars. "Cassie, I'll see you down at the station."

"Damn straight you'll see me." The sheriff and his men drove away. Cheyne wanted to give Cassie and Mojave some privacy. He went into the barn and came out with a lead rope. "Sis, I'll get Rio and bring him back to the barn but if he tries to bite me you're going to owe me big."

"I'll go get him Cheyne." Cassie reached for the rope.

"He hugged Cassie. "No, you're where you need to be right now, with Mojave. I love you Sis. I admire your courage." He shook Mojave's hand. "My family and I are in your debt. You saved my sister's life. Bring her to the house. We'll take her to Dad's and then go to the sheriff's office and get those charges filed." He ran back to get Rio.

Cassie looked at Mojave. Bruises were starting to show on her face and her right cheek was starting to swell. She could see the lava hot rage on his face. Her resolve melted, her emotions overwhelmed her, and she fought tears so she could tell him everything she felt. "You risked your life to save me. Oh my God, you could have been killed! I'm so sorry! I brought this mess into your life. Am I some kind of a jinx?" She couldn't stop the tears from flowing and began sobbing. It took two strides and he caught her in a vice grip hold with his strong arms. He picked Cassie up and cradled her close to his body.

His voice trembled. "Brown Eyes, when I saw him pointing that gun at you…I have never been so damned scared in my life. I wanted to kill him. When I saw what he did to your face. God, I should have killed him! I thought I was going to lose you. I couldn't bear that."

"You won't lose me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm in love with you Mojave."

"I'm in love with you too Cassie. I'd kiss you but I think it would be a little too painful. Is you mouth still bleeding?"

"No, it's stopped. Kiss me. I don't care about the pain."

He kissed her softly. "Look here comes Cheyne with Rio. Looks like they're getting along okay. Let's get you to your Dad's office and then to the sheriff's office."

"You can put me down. I can walk."

"I'll put you down when I am good and ready and I'm far from ready." Mojave carried her back to the house like she was a fragile piece of fine china.

Cassie cleaned up a bit and Cheyne and Mojave drove her to her Dad's office.

They took Cassie's jeep, Cheyne at the wheel, Mojave and Cassie sitting in the back. He had his arm around her drawing her tight to his side. He placed tender kisses on her forehead and, when she would look up at him, on the tip of her nose. Cassie rested her head on Mojave's chest and closed her eyes and listened to Cheyne's running commentary. "I called Dad and told him we're on the way. He wants to go to the sheriff's office with us after he checks your injuries. He's hoping we run into Carl Peters so he can give him a piece of his mind."

"See if you can talk him out of coming with us Cheyne. It's going to take everything I have to keep my composure. I can't worry about what Dad might do or say."

"I'll try Sis. Dad can be very stubborn. He doesn't tolerate anyone messing with his flesh and blood. He is going to take one look at you and get fired up all over again."

Dr. Bauer was waiting for them at the front desk. He put his arms around Cassie and hugged her." Let me look at your face. You are going to have those bruises for a couple of weeks. Shelly, take her into Room Two and I'll be there in a minute. I want to talk to Cheyne and Mojave."

Cassie nodded and followed Shelly down the hall. Dr. Bauer turned to Cheyne and Mojave. "Cheyne tell me exactly what happened."

"Garrett Peters paid an unwelcome call at the ranch today. He threatened to shoot Cassie and Rio. She talked him out of killing Rio by agreeing to let him; well it would have been rape. Mojave saved Cassie. I've never seen anyone move so fast. He disarmed Garrett and threw him out of the barn. Garrett was stupid enough to try and sucker punch him. He got a mouthful of gravel for his pains. What surprised both of us was Cassie coming from the barn with her rifle. She pointed it right at Garrett's heart. I swear to God Dad, I thought she was going to pull the trigger. I saw a side of Cassie I didn't know existed. She probably took tens years off of Garrett's life. Mojave brought her back to her senses."

"Cheyne go sit with your sister. We'll be there in a minute."

Cheyne hugged his Father, patted Mojave on the back and went to see Cassie.

Dr. Bauer put his hand on Mojave's shoulder. "I want to thank you for what you did today. You stood between my daughter and disaster. If you ever need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask me. It's the least I can do for the man who put himself in harm's way for my flesh and blood."

"I'd walk through fire for Cassie Doc. I won't let anyone hurt her."

"I believe you'd do anything for her Mojave. I'm grateful she has you to protect her.

Shall we have a look at the patient? Her face is going to be tender and sore for awhile but the damage won't be permanent."

"Cassie is a beautiful lady but it's her loving heart that sets her apart from the other women I have known Doc. I have never met anyone like her."

Dr. Bauer smiled. "She gets the heart from her Mother, but she gets her looks from me."

Mojave chuckled. "I can see the strong family resemblance Doc."

"We had better get in there before she comes looking for us. Mojave, call me William. Doc is a little too formal to me. We need to check on Cassie before she comes looking for us."

"Lead the way Doc, uh, William. You can be first through the door. Just in case she's tired of waiting for both of us to show."

Cassie was quiet during the drive to the sheriff's office. She was glad that an emergency prevented her Father from going with them. She didn't need three volatile men on her hands. Two was enough. She collected her thoughts, trying to remember every detail of the day's events. She knew the minute bail was set Garrett would be a free man and that worried her. Cassie had called her lawyer to obtain a restraining order against Garrett. I doubt he'll ever come back to the ranch but I don't want to take any chances. She was bothered that Mojave had been dragged into this mess protecting her. She had never seen anyone so brave as Mojave disarming Garrett. They had never talked about his run-in with the law. She didn't care. It was in the past as far as she was concerned. Cheyne pulled into a parking space outside the sheriff's office. Cassie saw Carl Peters' car in the parking lot.

Cassie grabbed Cheyne and Mojave's hands. She stood between them. "Well Carl didn't waste anytime getting here. Let's show them the brave face a half-breed wears." Carl and Bryce were in the middle of a heated discussion when they entered the building.

"Carl, you will have to wait until the judge sets bail before I can release Garrett. He made a real bonehead play today. He has a laundry list of charges against him. You better get his lawyer down here to prepare his defense."

"His lawyer is on the way. I don't see the problem here. Just release him into my custody. You have done that before."

"Cassie is going to press charges against him. Damn it Carl, he assaulted her and threatened her with a gun. I can't just overlook that."

Cassie broke into their conversation. "About time you grew a backbone Bryce."

Bryce walked over to Cassie. "Come on Cass, I have the paperwork ready for you to sign. We need to take statements from you, Cheyne and Mojave. Please follow me."

As Cassie walked past Carl she brushed her hair away from her face so he could see her bruises. "Take a good look at your son's handiwork. How proud you must be of him. Did Bryce tell you I had a rifle pointed right at that bastard's heart? You're damn lucky I didn't pull the trigger. No court in the land would have convicted me. By the way, you'll probably be receiving a bill from my Dad for my treatment. Pray he doesn't deliver it in person." Cassie gave him a long cold stare. "You need to arrange for Max to tow Garrett's SUV off my property tonight or I will set it on fire when I get home. Pleasant dreams Carl." She went into Bryce's office and slammed the door behind her.

It took about an hour and a half to take care of everything. They left Bryce's office and headed for home. Cassie curled up in Mojave's arms and couldn't wait to get back to the ranch. Mojave's pride in Cassie's strength was enormous. Cheyne made a quick call to Felicity just before the pulled out of the parking lot. "Felicity has supper ready for us. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you and for you not worry about a thing. Rio has been put up for the night and she gave him a couple of extra apples for a treat and told him you would be home soon."

Cassie reached over and patted Cheyne on the shoulder. "You have a wonderful woman my brother. I'm so glad you are going to marry her. She always comes through in a clinch." She looked up into Mojave's eyes. "And I have good man."

Mojave stroked her hair and pulled her close. "And I have a good woman, Brown Eyes."

Cheyne dropped Cassie and Mojave at the front door and parked the jeep. Felicity had just finished setting the table. "Supper will be ready in a few minutes. I hope you're hungry." She hugged Cassie and took a good look at her face. "What did that asshole do to you?"

"Not as much as he wanted to. Mojave saved my life. You should have been there Felicity. He was as brave a warrior as I've ever seen."

Felicity threw her arms around Mojave. "Thank you for saving my maid-of-honor. You'll stand with me at the wedding won't you Cassie?"

"As long as you don't make me wear an ugly dress, you know I'll be right by your side."

Felicity laughed out loud. "You can pick the dress yourself and make it any shade of purple you want."

Cheyne walked into the kitchen. "Man it smells good in here. Let's eat. I'm starving. Being a hero is hard work."

Cassie turned toward the bedroom. "You guys go ahead. I'm not very hungry and my mouth hurts too much to try and eat. I need to change my clothes. The barn floor is none to clean. Maybe we can sit on the front porch later. It's going to be a lovely evening."

Mojave put his arm around Cassie's waist. "Are you okay? Do you need my help?"

Cassie touched her forehead to his chest. "I'll be fine. I just need a little time to myself. You sit down and eat." She slipped her arms around him. "I love you Mojave."

"I love you too, Brown Eyes."

Felicity watched Cassie as she left the room. "There goes one tough cookie. Garrett Peters will never get the best of her, or anyone else for that matter. You are good for her Mojave."

"Not as good as she is for me. I want to be a better man because of her,'

Cheyne slapped Mojave on the back. "I believe that's called love, my friend. Now let's eat before I start gnawing on the woodwork."

Cassie took off her clothes and put them in the hamper. She picked up her boots and put them in the closet. She slipped into a light summer dress. It had short sleeves and buttoned up the front. Made of a combed cotton fabric that was soft to the touch, the dress was a cream color with tiny blue flowers. The hemline stopped just above her knees and it made her feel feminine. Cassie brushed her hair and looked at her image in the vanity mirror. Garrett did a number on my face. I don't have any make-up that will cover those bruises. Guess I won't bother with the war paint for a while. Turning and walking over to the bed she sat at the edge. Cassie put her hands over her face and wished Garrett Peters had never been born. Why me? Why do I have to suffer with this fool? He's cut a path of destruction though my life. When is he going to get his turn to dance with misery?

Mojave didn't eat much, he'd been pushing the food around his plate just staring at it; his thoughts were of Cassie. She'd had a rough day and it showed. He wanted to be with her, to show her that he could take care of her and not just physically against unwelcome predators. He wanted her to know there was more to him than she realized, not just his sexual prowess, but that he was capable of taking care of all of her emotional needs. Deciding he couldn't eat anymore, he got up from his chair.

"Felicity, you are a fantastic cook but I'm not as hungry as I thought. If you and Cheyne don't mind I'm going to excuse myself."

Cheyne nodded, as his mouth was full of food, pointing towards Cassie's room with his fork he swallowed quickly "I know what's on your mind buddy, you go and take care of my sister, she needs you. I know that Cassie's hurting right now. Not just her injuries, but also her peace of mind. You're the only one who can help her put this bad day to rest. And I believe you need her as much as she needs you. You have to be a bit rattled too. A lot of 'what ifs' racing through your mind. You got to her in time Mojave and that's all that matters. I'm proud to call you my friend."

Mojave was pleased to hear these words coming from Cheyne. He had gotten her brother's blessing in a round about way and it meant a lot to him. Moving around the table to acknowledge Cheyne, Mojave rested his hand on his shoulder for a moment as he moved past him. Cheyne looked back over his shoulder and watched Mojave as he left the kitchen, then turned back to his food and continued to eat. He knew in his heart that his sister would be happy to see Mojave despite her comments about wanting to be alone. After all Cassie was in love with Mojave and he was her greatest need.

Mojave gently tapped his knuckles against Cassie's bedroom door, then opened it slightly, "Cassie, you asleep?" he whispered as he shoved his head around the door. Cassie had lain on the bed with her back facing the door. Quietly he entered the room and took of his boots. Quietly he tiptoed over to the bed and shuffled his body against hers. Reaching his arm across the pillow above her head while his other slipped around her waist he squeezed her gently. Cassie mewled and coiled her body against his. Mojave pressed his mouth to her neck. His warm breaths glided cross her skin and caused her to quiver. This man seemed to know exactly what she needed, when she needed it and for how long. He was amazing. His mouth brushed against her ear, nestling his face closer the words "I love you" escaped his lips. Cassie let out a sigh and turned her head to the side, searching for his mouth. His eyes caught hers before his lips pressed themselves against hers. The kiss he gave her was not meant to seduce. Sex was not on his mind as he held his body next to Cassie's. He just wanted to hold her, be with her and make her happy. Cassie shuffled her body and tried to turn to face Mojave but his grip tightened around her waist. "Shh…be still" The soft calming voice vibrated through her body… she tried to relax…but laying with him so close made her mind active. She wanted him so badly…to feel his naked skin against hers…to hold her while he pleasured her…grinding his hips into hers and whispering to her with that gravelly sexy voice. Cassie reached her hand to the side of his face and gazed into his eyes. Those eyes that made her stomach churn with excitement. "I need you" came the words from her lips as she pressed her ass against his groin. Mojave growled softly, his intentions where to comfort his woman not to seduce her. Releasing his hold from around her waist, his hand reached to her face. He kissed her softly and briefly "Later"

Cassie's frustration became obvious; her fingers grasped his hair as she pulled him close to kiss him. Eagerly her mouth pressed against his, her tongue flashed across his lips in an attempt to lure and entice, but Mojave hushed her protests by pressing his fingers against her lips, blocking her. "Please" escaped her mouth, though muffled by his fingers. Mojave removed his hand at which point Cassie's emotions spilled. Tears started to form in her eyes and she tried to speak, but her voice choked. His intentions were not to cause her further distress and quickly he aimed to make it right. Pressing his mouth over hers he kissed her firmly. His fingers traced down her neck then back up to cup her chin. Cassie relaxed against his kiss, it's all she wanted…to have him touch her and be close…intimately close. Mojave had tried to resist but she was having none of it, she wanted him and he didn't want to disappoint her. Finding it hard to restrain his hips, he rocked back and forth against hers instinctively. His hand moved away from her face…cupping her breast he gave it a gentle squeeze…Cassie groaned, her mouth pulled away from his for a brief moment. With a glance so rife with sexual promise that it took her breathe away Mojave waited before returning his lips to her mouth. Nibble fingers started to unfasten the buttons on her dress and he slipped his hand inside, palming her naked breasts gently. Cassie wanted more, his hands felt good on her skin. He cupped her nipple, pinching lightly. Mojave's cock strained beneath his tight jeans, it was screaming to be released. Moving his hand down to her stomach, unfastening each button in turn…he slowly drove Cassie insane. Her leg was now hooked behind his, and Mojave's hand slid down her thigh then back up beneath her dress. The gentleness of his touch made her sigh. How can someone so strong be so gentle? I need you…I need you….

He cupped her intimately between her legs…Cassie moved her leg for him to touch her more easily. Mojave pressed his fingers against her, the barrier of damp fabric hindered his touch but it still managed to send Cassie into oblivion. He pulled his mouth away from hers, his breathing became harder. In perfect rhythm his fingers his fingers expertly pressed against her clitoris beneath her panties. Cassie moaned helplessly beneath her lover's expert touch. Her fingers still tangled in his hair tightened their grip. Spreading her leg further apart and pushing herself against his fingers she mewled. Mojave halted his teasing and slid his fingers beneath her underwear. The touch of skin to skin caused both of them to groan. Cassie's hips twitched and bucked while Mojave continued to play with her clitoris. He pinched it between his finger and thumb so delicately and with such expertise that Cassie couldn't hold back any longer. Mojave watched her, his eyes widened as her panting became heated and whimpers spilled from her mouth. "Come for me baby" his husky growl pushed Cassie over the edge… Her grip on his hair was almost painful but excited by the look of sheer delight on his woman's face as she came, made Mojave ignore it. Gasping and panting Cassie lost control of her body, her hips bucked against his touch. After a few moments as her climax ceased, her gasps turned to soft whimpers…her breathing subsided and she was able to focus her gaze to her man. Mojave pressed his head to her neck and groaned. His fingers ceased their teasing and he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close.

Cassie finally relaxed and turned herself so that she fitted snuggly against Mojave's frame. She let out a long sigh and she felt that she could forget about the day's earlier events. Her hand smoothed over Mojave's; she closed her eyes and drifted.

Cassie woke to the sound of the shower running. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. "Mojave?"

"Hey Angel, I didn't wake you did I? I wanted you to sleep in this morning. Cheyne has a busy day planned so I wanted to get an early start." He stepped from the shower stall and wrapped a towel around his waist. He pulled Cassie into his arms and gave her a loving but gentle kiss. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Thanks to your sensual prescription Dr. Mojave, and keeping me close to your heart, I slept like a baby. Since you wouldn't let me…"

"You needed all my attention last night. I wanted to show you how much I love and care for you by putting my desires aside. I slept well knowing that I can be your lover and your protector. That was crucial to me Cassie. We are going to abstain until your face heals. I want you to see that your best interest is vital to me. I could have lost you today. I've faced a lot of trials in my life, but this shook me to my core. I want you to be the good in me Cassie. I…I want you to…" She heard his voice take on a desperate tone as he struggled to find the right words to express his thoughts.

Cassie shushed him with a quick kiss. "I see the good in you and I know your heart. You don't have anything to explain anything to me. You kept the unthinkable from happening yesterday. I thought I was never going to see you or my family again. I was looking at the barrel of Garrett's gun breaking my mind over the things I wished I had said to the loved ones in my life. "I love you Mojave, Oh how I love you!"

"I love you Brown Eyes. I have spent most of my life living by my wits, constantly on the move, with no thought of anyone but myself. Then you came along and changed everything Cassie. It's all so new to me. I am having a hard time trying to wrap my head around it all."

"Yesterday was a bad dream for all of us but we survived thanks to your wits and quick actions. Let's put it away for now." She touched his cheek and gave him a smile that caused her to wince a little. She turned and looked in the mirror and surveyed the damage to her face. "Well this shoots down my entry to the Miss New Mexico beauty pageant. Mojave would you get into the medicine cabinet and hand me the tube of antibiotic salve Dad gave me?'

"Sure doll." He opened the door and found the salve. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her packet of birth control pills. Closing the door he handed her the tube. "Cassie can I ask you a question?"

"Anything. What do you want to know?'

"Why didn't you and Trace have any children?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I noticed your birth control pills there in the cabinet."

"Oh, Trace and I wanted a houseful of children, but he had an issue that prevented me from getting pregnant. He was sterile. We were going to adopt a child from the reservation, which is hard to do, but since my Mother is full-blooded Navajo and I have family there, the process was in the works. Then Trace was killed and the adoption fell through. It was for the best anyway. I could hardly take care of myself let alone a newborn plus the agency preferred two parent families. As for the pills, my periods are irregular at times. They keep me on a normal cycle. Besides, I would have never come to you that night without protection of some kind. I would have brought condoms with me had I not had it covered, no pun intended. I want you to know I would never try to trick you or trap you with an unwanted pregnancy. I don't operate that way. I would never deceive you. What about you? Do you want to have children someday?"

"I haven't given it much thought. I never stayed in one place long enough. I didn't mean to bring up unhappy memories."

"You didn't. I want you to know that you can ask me anything. People in a relationship should be able to talk openly. If you can't have an honest discussion about important topics with the one you love then who can you confide in? When life gets back to normal around here we'll go someplace quite and have a long talk.

"I'd like that Cassie. I want to know everything about you and I'm sure you have a few questions about me that need answers."

"We'll make the time I promise. We better get moving before Cheyne comes looking for you."

Mojave was getting dressed when Cassie went to the closet and pulled out a large box and placed it on the bed.

"What's in the box Baby?"

Cassie pushed it across the bed toward him. "Open it. I saw it the last time I was in town. I had been saving it for our date but I'm going to ask Cheyne and Felicity if we can postpone it for a week or until my face goes back to normal. It's okay if we wait?

"Of course. I know you don't want to have to explain what happened to everyone in town." Mojave started to lift the lid on the box.

"Trust me my love, everyone in town knows all about it. News travels fast around here. Come on, open it."

Mojave remove the lid and parted the tissue paper in the box. He found a beautiful black distressed leather jacket. The entire bedroom smelled of leather.

"Put it on. I want to see if I got the right size. I thought of you the minute I saw it in the store window. It doesn't match your leather pants but you look so good in black and it will go great with your jeans."

Mojave slipped into the jacket. It was tailor-made for him. "It's a perfect fit. I love it! Thank you Brown Eyes." He came around the bed and wrapped her in a big hug. She pressed her nose to her chest and inhaled his scent mingling with the leather. I am going to hang it in the closet and save it for when we go out. Now I need to get a move on." He walked into the kitchen and she heard Cheyne's voice. "It's about time. I was about to come in there and drag you out by the scruff of the neck. Felicity's has breakfast ready. Eat so we can get moving. The stalls are going to fix themselves. Where's Cassie? Is she still asleep? She needs to get in here and eat too. Cheyne marched over to the bedroom door. Hey Cass! Are you hungry? Felicity made you some grits."

"Cheyne I'm not dressed! Get out of here, you pervert!"

Felicity grinned at Mojave. "Get used to it. They are like that all the time."

Mojave cut up the ham on his plate. A cloud of doubt was gathering in his mind. Can I get used to all of this? I love Cassie but I can't provide her with the things that she deserves. She doesn't need me for that. I don't want her to think of me as a scrounger. Do I want to settle in one place? Do I want to have children? Am I ready to make a commitment to one woman? How can you be afraid to love someone and afraid to lose them at the same time?

Felicity saw the change in Mojave's face. "Mojave, is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine Felicity. Got a lot on my mind."

"Life has been a little crazy around here lately hasn't it?" Mojave didn't answer her. He finished his breakfast and went to the barn.

Mojave held her close at night but never initiated sex. Cassie knew he was being considerate but she also knew he was testing his resolve. She felt him stiffen with desire but he kept his impulses in check. Cassie realized he was trying to prove something to her and to himself. He needed her to see that he could make love to her and love her at the same time. Mojave wanted her to know that the two actions were of equal importance to him. She relinquished all control of the situation to him and he took charge of her needs. She also felt he was trying to put some distance between them and that worried her.

By Thursday the swelling was gone and the bruises began to fade. Cheyne, Felicity, and Cassie had a lively discussion about their plans for Friday over breakfast. Mojave nodded and smiled but didn't make any comments. He rose from the table. "Cheyne I'm going to head on out to the barn." He gave Cassie a quick kiss on the lips and walked out the front door. Cheyne observed the anxious look on Cassie's face.

"What's weighing on your mind Sis?"

"Mojave has been holding me at arm's length the last few days. He is pulling away from me. I can feel it. I just can't figure out why."

"Maybe he worried about Garrett making bail."

Cassie shook her head. "That's not it."

Cheyne took Cassie's hand in his. "Mojave knows how much money you received in the settlement. Garrett told him right before you came out of the barn with the rifle and froze every muscle in his body."

Cassie pushed her chair away from the table and stood up. "He knew about the settlement. I'd better go talk to him. He has to know that he is more important to me than any amount of money sitting in the bank."

"Let him study on it for awhile Sis. He has been a loner most of his life. Loving you is a new experience for him. A heap of decisions come with a relationship. I thought long and hard before I proposed to Felicity. Let him come to you with any questions he has Cassie."

"I keep telling myself that the wind can't be caged. I knew he was tumbleweed when I went to his cabin that night. Acting like a clinging vine will only make things worse."

"I'd have to agree with you Sis. He will buck like a bronco if you try and put a rope on him before he's ready."

"I think I'll take Rio out for a long ride Make myself scarce for a while today. Give Mojave some breathing room." If he rides that steel horse out of my life I don't think my heart will heal.

Cheyne kissed Felicity and Cassie. "Well I need to get to work."

Cheyne heard the sound of a hammer crashing against wood as he entered the barn. Mojave was pounding nails into the new stall door like a man possessed. His thoughts were in a state of chaos. Cheyne could read him like a book. "Hey Mojave, take it easy. You are going to split the wood."

Mojave was startled by Cheyne's sudden appearance in the barn. "Sorry man, I guess I don't know my own strength."

"Mojave, you look like you could use a friend right now. Why don't you tell me what is stuck in your craw."

"It's everything Cheyne. It's Cassie! It's her money! It's being tied to one woman and one place! I've nothing to my name but the clothes on my back and my motorcycle and if it hadn't been for Cassie I wouldn't have that right now. What in this world do I have to offer her?"

"You have given Cassie the one gift that money can't buy. Love. The one thing in this world that is beyond price."

"But is that enough Cheyne? Will Cassie think love is enough?"

"I wished I could answer that question, but love is where people start in order to build a life together. You'll never find a better woman to spend a lifetime with than Cassie."

"Cheyne, Could I have the rest of the of the day off. I feel like a big cat stuffed in a small cage. I have some thinking to do. I need to clear my head. I'm going to take the bike out for a while. Is it okay if I knock off now?"

"Go ahead man. A little time to yourself might help you come to a decision. By the way, nobody that means anything to Cassie thinks you are using her. I know you could care less about her bank account. Dad, Mom, Felicity and myself think you are the one person that Cassie needs in her life."

"I appreciate that Cheyne. I love Cassie but…" At that moment Cassie entered the barn leading Rio. He was saddled and ready to go for a ride.

"I'm taking Rio out for some exercise. I want to check on the horses. I'll be gone about two hours. I didn't want to leave without telling you where I was going."

Mojave walked over and gave Cassie a hug, "Do you have your rifle?"

"It's in the scabbard." Cassie searched Mojave's face trying to get a handle on what he was thinking.

Mojave lifted Cassie and placed her in the saddle. "You keep your eyes and ears open and if you have to use the rifle, shoot to kill. No hesitation, do you hear me?"

"I hear you. I love you Mojave." She bent down and kissed him full on the lips.

"I love you too, Brown Eyes." Cassie walked Rio out of the barn and down the road to the back pastures. She looked over her shoulder and waved at Mojave. He waved back and waited till Cassie was out of sight. He walked to the house to change his clothes. He put on his leather pants, a tee shirt, boots, and his long rider coat. He pushed his motorcycle out of the garage. He put it in neutral, pulled in the clutch and jumped on the kick-starter. The engine roared and he was gone in a matter of seconds. Cheyne watched him turn towards town and sped off. He hoped Mojave wouldn't stay away too long.

Mojave stopped in town long enough to get gas at Max's place. He thanked Max for the great job he did fixing his bike and rode out of town the way he came in on the day he met Cassie.

Cassie finished her ride and after cooling him down, put Rio away. As she was walking toward she noticed the garage was open and Mojave's Harley was gone. She ran to the house and Cheyne was waiting for her on the front porch. "Where did Mojave go Cheyne? When did he leave?"

"He left right after you took off on Rio. He has been gone about three hours now."

Cassie rushed into the house and went to the bedroom. Mojave's clothes were still there. Cheyne followed her to the bedroom. "Did he tell you he was going to leave Cheyne?"

"He said he needed to do some thinking. He didn't take his clothes so I am sure he'll be back Cassie."

"Will he come back to stay or will he come back just long enough to tell me goodbye?"

Cheyne put his arms around Cassie and held her tight. "That is the second question someone has asked me today that I couldn't answer."

Mojave mind raced as fast as his Harley. He always held his feelings in check and now they were just adding fuel to the emotional fire raging in his mind. He knew he was in love with Cassie. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but he was fighting a notion that he wasn't good enough for her, that she deserved someone better. Then he pictured Cassie in another man's arms. He couldn't imagine anyone touching her body the way he did. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else making love to her. He knew Cassie loved him with a passion he had never experienced with anyone else. She didn't care about his past; she just wanted a future with him. The only opinion that mattered was Cassie's. The rest of the world could go to hell. He finally had his answers. He pulled into a small roadside motel to stop for the night. He was too tired to drive back to the ranch tonight. He'd been on the road for eight hours and needed to get some sleep. He'd start back first thing in the morning. Mojave registered and paid for the room. He tried to call Cassie but the motel's phone service was down. He knew Cassie would be worried sick about him. I hope she gives me a lifetime to make this up to her.

Cassie was on the phone at one o'clock in the morning with the sheriff's office talking to the dispatcher. "No reported accidents involving motorcycles. Thanks, Amy. Please call me if you hear of anything. I don't care what time it is. Good night." She spent the next half an hour calling all the area hospitals. They had no one matching Mojave's description admitted to their emergency rooms. Cassie hung up the phone and lay down on the couch. Covering up in the blanket she shared with Mojave in front of the fireplace, she cried herself to sleep.

Cassie was roused from sleep by the sound of Cheyne's voice talking to someone on the phone. "I'll tell her Bryce. Thank you for the call." Cheyne walked in the living room and sat in the rocking chair across from the couch. "Good morning Glory."

"Morning Cheyne. Who was that on the phone?"

"It was Bryce. He had some news for you. Don't freak, it's not about Mojave."

"What did Bryce want to tell me?"

"It's about Garrett Peters. They'll have to postpone the trial for a while. Indefinitely I would imagine. He's in the hospital"

"In the hospital! What happened? Was he driving drunk again?"

"No. He was with Debbie Thompson last night. Wade came home and caught them together in bed. Garrett started a fight with Wade and came out on the receiving end of a bad beating. Wade pushed Garrett and he landed flat on his back-damaged his spinal cord. The doctors think he will be paralyzed from the waist down. Guess it will be a long time before he has to face a judge for what he did to you."

Cassie looked up at the ceiling. "Finally, some justice for Trace. I don't like wishing evil on anyone but Garrett brought this on himself. His selfish lifestyle has caught up with him."

Cheyne moved to the couch and sat down by Cassie. "Felicity has breakfast ready. I want you to try and eat something. Come on. She wants to talk to you about tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere tonight. It's hard to go on a date without your steady beau."

"Felicity thinks it will be good for you to go. I'll just have to escort two gorgeous women tonight. We'll have a good time. You know I can't dance. You and Felicity can tear up the floor at the Branch Water. We will have supper at the Borderline and then go to the saloon. I don't want you sitting here by yourself. After breakfast I want you to pick out something sexy to wear."

"Okay, I'll go, but don't you think dressing sexy for my brother is a bit weird?"

"I don't want you looking hot for me. I want you to wow all the men at the Branch Water."

"Mojave is the only man I want to wow Cheyne. He has been gone less than twenty-four hours but it feels like an eternity." She stood up and folded the blanket, lying over the back of the couch. "Let's go. You can practice for tonight by escorting me to breakfast."

Cheyne offered Cassie his arm. "It would be my pleasure to oblige Ma'am."

Mojave was up at first light. He splashed cold water on his face and dressed. He wanted to get on the road and back to Cassie. He figured he arrive at the ranch by four o' clock. Just in time to keep their date. If she still wants to go with me that is. I've put her through hell the past few hours. He jumped on his motorcycle and headed home. All he wanted to do is get back to Cassie.

Cassie had taken a shower and washed her hair. She decided to wear it loose and straight. Felicity applied Cassie's make-up concealing the remnants of the bruises. "What are you going to wear tonight Cass?"

"My favorite pair of jeans. You know, the stonewashed pair with the ripped knees. A white blouse, my elk hide boots and the short fringed beaded jacket that matches the boots. My turquoise bracelet and my strand of Navajo pearls."

Felicity opened her underwear drawer and pick out a white lacy bra and the panties to match. "This will spice up that outfit. Unbutton you blouse so the bra and your cleavage will show just a little. You are so beautiful Cassie. It doesn't take much for you to draw a man's attention."

"Cheyne and I had this discussion this morning. I only want Mojave's attention and I don't know where he is or why he left. I don't want to start crying and ruin my make-up. You did a wonderful job. The bruises don't show at all."

Felicity gave Cassie a hug. "I still think everything is going to work out for the best. You know I'm a hopeless romantic. I have a feeling Mojave will come back to you."

"Long enough to pack his clothes and ride that steel horse out of my life. Thanks for your help Felicity. I am going to get dressed and I'll be out in a few minutes."

"It's almost four. We won't leave until five thirty. Is that good for you?"

"That's fine. We can play it by ear. We don't have a timetable. The Branch Water doesn't get busy until about ten o'clock anyway." Cassie went into the bathroom and put on her bra and panties. She finished dressing and met Cheyne who was waiting in the kitchen.

"Damn Sis! You look amazing. I will be the envy of every man in Mesa Springs tonight."

"Not when one of the women is…Cheyne do you hear that? It sounds like…"

"I say that is the sound of a steel horse coming up the driveway."

Cassie started to run to the front door but Cheyne stopped her. "Wait a minute Cassie."

"Cheyne he's back! Mojave came back!"

"Sis, I want to talk to him before you see him."

"Why?"

"I want to be your protector right now. I want to know what his intentions are toward you. You stay put until I have a few words with him."

Cassie smiled at her brother. "I'll wait. I have to prepare myself in case this doesn't go the way I want it to."

Cheyne walked out the front door and met Mojave at the bottom of the porch steps. "You know, I'd like slug you but you would just clean my clock so that won't work. I need to ask you a question before I let you see my sister."

Mojave understood that Cheyne was protecting his sister. "What do you want to know Cheyne?"

"Are you coming or are you going?"

"If it okay with your sister. I'm staying." Mojave offered his right hand to Cheyne.

"That's the best news I have heard all day." Cheyne shook his hand and put his left hand on Mojave's shoulder. "She is in the house waiting for you. I need to change my clothes for this big night the women have planned. You still want to go?"

"I wouldn't miss it but I need to see if Cassie will still go with me."

"She is all dressed and ready. I'm don't think she will turn you down. Wait till you see her. She's hot- if a brother can say that about his sister. You better go and clean up. We'll wait until you are ready." Cheyne slapped Mojave on the arm and walked to his cabin. Mojave went up the steps and opened the front door. Cassie was nowhere in sight.

"Cassie! Where are you, Brown Eyes?"

Cassie stepped out of the bedroom. "I'm right where you left me."

Cheyne was right. She looked incredible. Mojave was speechless. Lord, how could I have thought about leaving this woman? He started walking toward the bedroom and Cassie met him halfway. He put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up. "I'm very sorry to have made you worry. I just had to…"

Cassie put her arms around his waist. "Mojave?'

"Yes, Brown Eyes?'

"Shut up and kiss me."

Mojave put his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their lips met. It was slow but intense. Cassie savored every second of it. She wanted to get lost in his kiss. They paused for a breath. "I love you Cassie. As much as any man can love a woman. I need you by my side."

"I love you, Mojave. You're all I want."

He set her down. "Now what about that date? Are we still on?"

"You bet your life we are."

"I need to take a shower and put on some clean clothes. Why don't you wait for me in the living room? If you follow me into the bedroom we'll never get out of here."

Cassie gave him a sly smile. "You won't get out of buying me supper and taking me dancing that easily. I'll wait for you on the front porch. That is probably safer. If I stay in the house I might be tempted to peek in on you while you are in the shower."

"Get moving woman. I won't be long."

Cassie decided not to carry her purse. She put her driver's license, credit card, and her money in her pocket, picked up the keys to her jeep and went outside. Cheyne and Felicity were sitting on the porch waiting to find out how everything went. Mojave was ready in about a half an hour. He came out wearing his form fitting black jeans, a white dress shirt, black leather vest, and the black leather jacket Cassie had bought him. Cheyne stood up. "I'd say we are ready to go. Felicity and I will meet you at the café. We thought it would be best to drive separately in case you wanted to leave early. Mojave is probably tired from being on the road all day."

Cassie turned to Mojave. "You drive to town and I'll drive back. I know you'll want to have a few of beers at the Branch Water." She tossed her keys at him and he snatched them out of the air one-handed.

Felicity whistled watching Mojave catch the keys. "Damn Mojave! You know if I wasn't madly in love with this man here and you weren't already taken I'd chase you all over this ranch."

"And I'd let you catch me Felicity." He winked at her. "What do you say we get going? I'm starving."

On the drive in Cassie told Mojave about Garrett. They made small talk for a while. Mojave patted Cassie on the leg. "Brown Eyes, I have something I need to talk to you about. I want to keep working for Cheyne. I will feel better about myself if I earn my own keep. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

"Yes I understand completely. I want you to take over the management of Rio breeding schedule. I have discovered, like it or not, men are more comfortable discussing the topic with another man. Will you do it for me? You will get a percentage of his stud fees. I almost forgot. Carl Peters has a settlement offer for you. I told him you would make the arrangements with him. You can open an account at the bank and he will transfer the money to your account."

"Put it on the list of things we need to do baby."

"I also want you to help me organize some aid programs for the Navajo Reservation."

"I know how much you care for your people. We'll work on it together."

They ate supper and headed over to the Branch Water Saloon. They paid the cover charge and went inside. Hearing a booming voice come from behind the bar. "Cassidy Jennings, where in the hell have you been?" A hulk of a man with long hair and a beard stepped out and put his arms around Cassie and spun her around. "I am so glad to see you. It's about time you came back. Hi Cheyne. Hey Felicity how are you two. I hear you are getting married. You pick a date yet?"

Cheyne shook the man's hand. "We're shooting for late spring next year Amos."

"Well you can have your reception here if you want. There is plenty of room here and I won't charge you for anything but the adult beverages. Let me know if that will work for you guys."

"Will do. Amos I want you to meet Mojave. He's Cassie's fellow. Amos owns this fine establishment."

Mojave's hand disappeared into Amos' grip. "Pleased to meet you Mojave. You take good care of this little lady or you'll answer to me. Drinks are on me tonight. Let me get you a table. What are you folks drinking?"

"Mojave and I will have a beer. The women folk are the designated drivers tonight." Cassie, you want iced tea? Felicity, what do you want baby? Cheyne followed Amos back to the bar with Felicity in tow.

It wasn't five minutes before Felicity grabbed Cassie and they headed for the dance floor.

They spent two hours dancing to the music. Mojave watched as a string of men tried to get Cassie to dance with them. She turned them all down. Not that he was short on offers. After a while the women took the hint. Mojave only had eyes for Cassie and she knew it. About midnight the band played one of Cassie's favorite songs. It had a primal beat to it, not to fast, not too slow, very seductive. Mojave was coming back from the bar with another beer. He leaned on a support post to watch Cassie dance to the song. Cassie saw him and decided to put on a little show for his eyes-only. She planted her feet and started to sway her hips to the beat. She slid down into a squat position and put her left hand on the floor. She flipped her hair forward and then flipped it back. She knew she had his undivided attention. Damn she has ball bearings in her hips. It should be illegal for a woman to be that sexy. Mojave glanced around the room and realized every man in the place was watching his woman bump and grind to the music. The rest of the dancers backed away making a semi-circle around her. The look on Felicity's face was priceless. She had never seen Cassie act so seductive especially in public. Cassie was issuing Mojave an invitation and he wasn't about to turn it down. Cassie swayed back up and the song finished. Everyone in the bar applauded her. Felicity was completely shocked. "Cassie you have always been a great dancer but where in the hell did you learn to move like that?

"In bed with my lover."

Felicity looked over at Mojave whose gaze was locked on Cassie. "From my vantage point your lover looks like he is going to eat you alive."

"I hope he does and I hope he does it soon."

"Cassie! What has gotten into you?" Felicity was stunned at Cassie's behavior.

Cassie pointed at Mojave. "He has and if he doesn't get into me before the night is over I'll go mad." She smiled at Felicity. "It's about time I let some of my inner bad girl out don't you think?

Felicity shook her finger at Cassie. "You better take it easy or the altitude will make you dizzy. You're a rank amateur compared to me."

Mojave came through the crowd beer in one hand and a come-hither look in his half hooded eyes. He put his free arm around Cassie's waist and kissed her hard on the lips. Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered to his caress.

Felicity tapped Cassie on the shoulder, "You two need to get a room.'

Mojave downed the rest of his beer, set the empty bottle on a nearby table, and lifted Cassie off the dance floor. A low growl came from the back of his throat. "Let's go home. We need to leave right now." He handed Cassie the car keys and carried her out of the bar."

Mojave made Cassie pull the jeep off the road three times on the drive home so he could kiss her. They finally made it back to the house. He wasn't feeling any pain after the beer he drank. He put his arm around Cassie's shoulder and leaned on her while she unlocked the door. They went into the kitchen. Sitting on one of the counter stools he watched every move she made. "I'm still a little hungry" Cassie took of her jacket and threw it over one of the chairs at the table…. "Can I make you something to drink?" Opening the refrigerator she took out a bowl of strawberries and then put some ice in the ice bucket on the counter.

"A shot of bourbon over ice would taste real good right now." Mojave slipped out of his jacket and hung it over the back of the counter stool. Removing his waistcoat he just had a white shirt left to go. Cassie made a point of watching as he removed it…his fingers were very nimble as they unfastened the buttons. He threw the waistcoat over the comfy chair in the corner of the kitchen and then opened the cupboard and reached for the bottle on the shelf. Cassie put some ice in a glass and poured in a shot of the amber liquid. She handed the glass to Mojave. Cassie put a strawberry in her mouth and some of the juice slid out of the corner of her mouth. Mojave reached his hand to Cassie's face – mopping up the juice with his thumb he pushed it into her mouth, slowly. She gave him the eye as her tongue flicked across his digit, then puckered her lips to suck before pulling back to release it. Mojave let out a throaty growl.

Cassie smirked, the flash in her eyes told Mojave he was in for a busy night. Edging her way close and running her hands over his shoulders to rest on his neck, she placed a tender kiss on his mouth. "You've been keeping me at arms length for the last few days…well you ain't going anywhere mister…at least not until I've finished with you" As Cassie finished speaking she grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his neck and pulled him towards her as she stepped back. He followed her lead, smirking…and looking forward to what appeared to be some serious punishment. Cassie let out a wicked snigger and turned him towards the table…she shoved and Mojave rested his hands at the edge as he leaned against it. Cassie's look was of a woman who had purpose. Taking her time she ran her hands down his chest, popping open the buttons to expose his beautiful flesh. You are so goddam sexy … Peeling open the fabric and staring, almost drooling before she pushed the shirt over his shoulders. Mojave let his woman undress him, he loved that she found him attractive. "Now, sit your ass down" Cassie flung off Mojave's shirt with fire in her eyes. As he sat up on the table she shoved him backwards. He let out a chuckle and grinned wide…I think I'm gonna enjoy this… Laying back he couldn't believe Cassie, she was begging for it…her dancing proved that… getting up on the table she straddled him. Her hair fell forward and as she kissed her way across his chest, nipping and suckling along the way, her long tresses skimmed over his flesh. Mojave had rested on his elbows and watched his lover as she shuffled her hips lower. Her hands got busy and started to roam all over his crotch. Palming his balls and then stretching her fingers across his hard-on caused Mojave to groan. Oh I'm gonna struggle…I just know it… Cassie's nibble fingers unfastened the button and the zipper. Her tongue was already busy licking across his belly but as she peeled back the denim, exposing his cock… it found other flesh to tease. Cassie dismounted the stallion laid across the table and stood between his legs – his jeans were fully open and she'd managed to tug them down. They were tight fitting. Edging backwards and reaching down his legs she reached for his boots…. pulling them off and throwing them across the floor she cast a glance at Mojave. His beautiful eyes watched intently…his partly opened lips let out a slight grin. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" He said wryly. Cassie flicked her hair back and positioned herself between his legs, her hands set firmly on his thighs. "Every minute" her lips curled as she spoke and her face beamed. I've got some payback to give…

Wide eyes watched as Cassie kissed her way up Mojave's thighs. His cock was already twitching, waiting for its turn to be kissed but Cassie was in a playful mood. Teasing his flesh with the soft caress of her lips and the wetness of her tongue sent shivers through him – and every few moments she would cast him a look….that look…the one that says…. "I'm gonna drive you insane!"

Cassie's hot breath rippled across Mojave's sac. She pressed her cheek against his shaft and buried her nose in the dark hair surrounding the base of his cock and breathed in the scent of him. He smelled spicy, soapy…musky. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back…sucking through clenched teeth as her tongue licked around the base of his shaft.

The fingers of one hand explored his length, rubbing over the ridged veins, while with the other, she cupped his balls. He started to groan beneath her tender touch ….I'm dying here…this is gonna be real quick!

His wet crown lubricated by pre cum helped her playing, her fingers slick with his juice -glided easily. Mojave reached his hand to Cassie's head, burying his hand in her hair. He twisted the dark strands around his fingers and tugged as she bobbed her head, sucking harder and rubbing her tongue against the vein on the bottom of his shaft. "Aw…. Cassie!..." Mojave managed to groan out… his hand gripped at her hair, tightening involuntarily as her mouth worked over him. Alternating intense sucking that hollowed out her cheeks with licking and sliding his cock over her lips. Mojave growled as Cassie's teeth scraped lightly over the tender skin…hissed as she did it again.. Fuck!

Cassie's onslaught was driving Mojave crazy, she could feel him twitching, he wasn't going to last much longer if she kept up the pressure. Pulling away off his length, Mojave let out a sigh. His face was a picture, frowning eyebrows, mouth open…panting…she loved it. Her wicked grin was going to earn her some payback…Oh yeah baby…I can play too… Mojave released his fingers from her hair as she pulled back further… her hand relinquished its hold on him as she reached behind her to the counter.

When Cassie turned back to the table, she was sucking on a large strawberry. Mojave watched in amazement…as she bit off half of it…before running the remainder over the tip of his cock, promptly followed by her tongue. "Fuck!" he blurted out. Unable to contain his cursing… "Cassie you're killing me! He perched himself on his elbows, and watched Cassie tease him with the half eaten fruit. She cast him a glance, her tongue ran across his swollen head… followed swiftly by juice stained lips. As she pulled her mouth away, popping the remainder of the strawberry into her mouth she crept up Mojave's body. Fruit flavoured kisses exchanged…between giggles from Cassie…who was enjoying her teasing immensely. "Mmmm…. you're killing me woman" Mojave stared into Cassie's eyes "is it my turn yet?" he asked, grinning.

"Don't you want me to finish you off?"

Mojave sucked in his lower lip and bit it before answering. "I wanna give you some attention…I believe the word 'Karma' is appropriate here, isn't it?" He raised his eyebrow and grinned. Cassie was already excited…teasing her man had given her just as much pleasure as it had Mojave. Leaning in to grab another kiss before getting up off the table, Cassie admired her lover spread over the table. His gorgeously naked body looked magnificent laid out on the table, and certainly good enough to eat. Mojave rolled off the furniture and was quickly pressing himself against her. "YOU…are wearing way too much clothing woman! Mojave's arms had wrapped around her tightly, his hot body pressed her against the counter. "So…get rid of them!" Cassie reached out her arms behind her and rested her palms to the edge of the counter. Mojave let out a smile and leaned in for a kiss. Slanting his lips over Cassie's he filled her mouth with his tongue. Large hands slid across her breasts…brushing her nipples with his thumbs as his tongue glided deeper, slick and hungry. Her knees started to buckle…God this man can kiss…. Long fingers hastened towards the buttons on her blouse and started to pop them open. He managed to pull his mouth away for a moment to look where his hands were busy. As he peeled back her blouse he let out a sigh at the beautiful mounds all squashed up in the lacy bra. Cassie watched her lover…his tongue ran over his lower lip. "I love your body" Mojave spoke in his husky voice, his hands brushed up over the lace. "I'm glad…cause…it's all yours babe" Mojave smiled at her comment. He groaned and clamped his mouth against her neck, sucking hard on her flesh, causing her to gasp. Smoothing his hands down to the button on her jeans his fingers unfastened the button, and then nudged the zipper. He pulled his mouth off her neck and spun her around quickly…his hand slid down the front of her open jeans. Cassie drew in a sharp, quick breath at his actions...his fingers slid beneath the lace, teasing over her womanly mound "Oh babe…." Cassie leaned her head back; Mojave's mouth drew close to her ear. "Feel good?"

"hmm…don't stop"

Mojave pushed lower, cupping his fingers between her thighs he groaned as they found her wetness.

"Mmmm babe…you're so wet"

"That's what you do to me, I just have to look at you and I get wet"

"I'm glad…cause I don't want you looking at anyone else"

"There's no one who could tempt me away babe, you're all I want."

Mojave's hand rubbed gently against her moist sex, pressing a finger against her hard button Cassie let out a whimper. His breath was hot against her neck. Moving his free hand from around her waist he pushed down her jeans. Cassie helped; she wanted to feel his naked body next to her skin. Mojave pressed his hips against her. The feel of his cock against her ass cheek made him groan…it sent a shudder through Cassie.

"Every man in that bar wanted to take you home tonight"…. Mojavekissed Cassie's neck … "I could see them watching you"…another kiss on her shoulder-grinding his cock against her… "I couldn't wait to get you home"…. His thumb grazed between her folds and fretted her clitoris… "So I could show you"… Cassie's breathing hastened…. "How much I love you" …a searching hand cupped her breast and Cassie could feel herself losing control…. Mojave drew his hand from her underwear…causing Cassie to sigh. He turned her to face him, his length pressed against her belly-sticky and hot. Cassie reached her hands to Mojave's head…her fingers threaded through his silky hair. "I love you too"

Mojave's eyes met Cassie's. Neither spoke for a few moments while they nuzzled their faces close. His mouth smoothed over her forehead, down her cheek…and finally rested against her lips. The feel of his warm breath, the smell of his aftershave and his hardness squashing up against her was driving her crazy. She started to heel off her boots…Mojave's hands pushed her jeans completely past her hips and on his way down to remove them…kissed a trail down her stomach. As he traveled back up his tongue licked her bare flesh and sent shivers up her spine.

"I've almost got you were I want you…but you're still wearing too many clothes!" Mojave squashed her against the counter. He watched his fingers trace across her lace covered nipple to the front fastening of her bra… releasing the clasp he grinned… "Ooops!"

Cassie chuckled, she had a beautiful body and her breasts were particularly special…full…pert and begging for attention. She brought her hands to cover herself…teasing…watching Mojave's face…. then slowly peeled off her bra. A groan left Mojave's mouth. Pressing closer he leaned behind her and reached to the ice in the glass. His face nuzzled into her neck – popping the ice cube into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue for a few moments then removed it. Lets have some fun. Stooping down Mojave smoothed his nose down her collarbone, careful not to touch his lips to her skin until he reached her nipple. Cassie gasped as his mouth clamped onto her hot skin. Suckling gently the cold feel of his mouth made her skin shudder. "Holy crap that's cold!" Cassie's hands tugged hard at his hair… releasing his mouth lock Mojave laughed wickedly…his eyes full of mischief stared at hers. "It's karma babe!" He'd dropped the ice cube onto the counter but his fingers where cold from holding it…they reached down the front of her panties and found heat. "OHHH!" Cassie panted. Hot lips pressed against her mouth, taking in her breath…she squirmed against his body…his exploring fingers had found a warmer place. His tongue glided into her mouth, withdrew, and returned. She was helpless to stop him…she was lost. Pulling away he nipped her lower lip and sucked hard.

Cassie held hold of her lover tight, her hips where grinding against his hand, his fingers had found her sweet spot. "Nuh….God…." she managed to groan out.

"Want me to stop?" Mojave hovered close to her mouth as he spoke…. "Or want more?"

Cassie couldn't reply…. she was incapable of speaking any sense at this moment. Mojave's probing finger was gently massaging her G-spot and any minute now her legs were going to give way. Mojave eased his playing…stepping back he pulled her towards the table. He picked her up and sat her down on the edge. Cassie ran her hands down his chest…his cock was still hard and leaking quite heavily. Gliding her hand over the crown before wrapping her fingers around it, she stroked lightly. "Oh babe…feels good" Mojave looked down to watch her hand…it was extremely sexy to see. His hips couldn't help thrusting into her hand…his groans and breathing got heavier before he pulled himself away. "God woman!" Cassie giggled…she really needed to have him inside her…she had been trying to get her hands on him for days but he had refused her advances and kept avoiding intimate contact. She thought that was nice of him…after the beating she took and the events. It showed he cared for her. But now…she needed him.

Mojave cupped his hands to Cassie's face and kissed her full on the mouth…he sucked on her tongue briefly…teasing her…then pushed her backwards. There was a large chair in the corner of the kitchen-it had a pillow on it. Quickly sidestepping he reached for the pillow, back at the table - tucked it under Cassie's back. "Ya see how I think about you babe?" he chortled. "That's why I love ya honey" she answered.

Cassie adjusted the cushion under the small of her back. She watched her lover…his intentions looked mischievous. His eyes scanned her body, as did his hands. The soft touch of his fingertips made her quiver. She examined every inch of his face…his hair…his chest…there wasn't an inch of this man she didn't love…he was beautiful…a gift from the gods for sure. When Mojave's fingers glided over her panties she drew in air sharply. His thumb trailed and pressed against her wetness. The fabric was drenched in her juices and it excited Mojave. His free hand touched his hard cock…and he stroked…in time to the rhythm of his thumb pressing against Cassie. The look she received while he played made her blood run wildly through her body, causing Goosebumps. "You're wicked…you do know that don't you?" Mojave smiled and moved his gaze downwards to where his thumb worked. "You like me wicked….don't you?" his eyes quickly flashed back to hers. Cassie squirmed against the table. She did.

Letting go of his length and leaning forward, Mojave ran his mouth across Cassie's belly. His tongue dipped in her naval before traveling lower. Teeth raked across the lace. His lips sucked at the wet fabric… Cassie sighed. With both hands he pulled either side of the delicate panties and peeled them down. When he'd removed them…he turned to the counter and reached for the strawberries. "You still hungry?" he asked as he turned. Cassie didn't reply. She lay still and waited for her lover to drive her wild.

It didn't take long. Mojave ran the half eaten fruit over her sex, the ripe strawberry dripped between her delicate folds. As he lapped the juices Cassie groaned…her back arched and she writhed beneath the magic tongue of her man. He rose up his head, popped the reminder of the strawberry into his mouth and swallowed it. Cassie watched, he had such devilment in his eyes…he wasn't finished yet. Replacing his mouth he licked between her wetness…sending waves of delirium through Cassie. As his tongue glided deeper, slick and hungry, it coaxed soft little mewling noises from her throat. She was ready to explode any moment. Mojave teased her to within moments of her climax…stopping before she came…he had her on the edge. Climbing up onto the table he licked his way across and up her body. Raining kisses up the gentle swell of her stomach over her breasts, and dragged the edge of his teeth back and forth across her nipples. He hovered between her thighs, his cock weighing heavy between her open thighs. When he pressed his mouth against her lips he slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing her, before sucking on her lip as he pulled away. "You want me?" his husky voice sent shivers through her body. "Do you need to ask?" Cassie grabbed his hips and pulled him closer…grinding her hips against him like a wanton whore. Mojave rubbed the head of his cock back and forth and back again in her slick folds. Cassie moaned, "I don't want you Mojave, I NEED you". A throaty growl rumbled deep in his throat. He couldn't hold off any longer. Cassie was rubbing herself against him so perfectly he wouldn't need to get inside her to come. Moving his hand between their bodies he nudged the head of his cock against her heat. Pushing hard and deep causing both of them to gasp and cry out as their flesh melded together. Mojave rested both arms either side of Cassie, the thrust of his heavy frame against his lover caused the table to creak. It was fortunate it wasn't going to take long for their passion to end because the table seemed to be struggling under the weight. Cassie wrapped her legs around Mojave's hips, digging her heels against his ass to spur him on…she was cuming…she needed him harder and faster. Mojave struggled to compose himself…her teasing and his own tormenting of his lover had almost driven him to distraction. Gritting his teeth and panting heavily he gave Cassie what she needed…her body shook as the first shockwaves hit her. His cock reached deep inside her, hitting the spot that made her cry out. Mojave couldn't hold back, his own climax ripped through his body at the same time. Pounding hard against the heat and the wetness, his strokes deepened. The force of his hips pushed Cassie's body up the table. She had to hold onto the sides to stop herself from being shoved higher as he pummeled her harder. His knees hurt from the hard surface but he couldn't stop, the grunts and groans coming from his throat almost drowned out the cries from Cassie as she cried out his name with the last quiver of ecstasy as it rushed through her. Mojave gave her one last push, his juice spilled into her and he moaned one last time before resting his mouth to her forehead. Sweat covered their bodies; heat and passion flowed over them until they finally came back down to normality. The table squeaked and groaned beneath their weight. "I think we need to get off this table before it breaks babe" Cassie said with a grin. Mojave lifted his head, a smile cut across his face and he kissed his woman before rolling off the table. He helped Cassie up and putting his arms around her, held her close. I'm about to ask you something that is going to change both our lives, Brown Eyes. Cassie kissed him at the base of his neck. "Why don't we gather up our clothes and head off to bed? The kitchen looks like someone is having a rummage sale."

Mojave gave Cassie a quick smack on her butt. "I'd follow you anywhere woman, especially to bed. Lead the way."

Cassie turned down the comforter and the sheets. "Go ahead and get into bed. I'm going to wash my face. I think Felicity put my make-up on with a trowel trying cover the bruises." She stepped into the bathroom and scrubbed her skin until it glowed. Cassie peered at her reflection in the mirror and decided to have one last moment with Trace. Well Babe, I've moved on but I'll keep your memory in my heart forever. Got me another man partial to steel horses. I'd like your blessing Trace. I'd like you to be happy for me. Before crawling into bed Cassie closed the window against the night air. She saw a dying star putting on one last light show as it streaked across the midnight blue sky. Cassie smiled and sighed. Trace's nickname for his Harley was 'Shooting Star'. She watched as the star disappeared from sight. Thank you Trace, that was perfect. Mojave was watching Cassie as she gazed out the window.

"Hey Brown Eyes come to bed. I need you to keep me warm."

"In a minute Mojave, I want to put my flannel shirt on."

"Cassie, I don't want anything between us when we're in bed that includes clothes." He pulled back the sheets. "Now climb in here with me."

Cassie slipped into his waiting arms and snuggled against his chest. She marveled at how strong and sleek his body felt next to hers. Closing her eyes Cassie melted at his touch.

"Angel, I'm going to ask Cheyne for a couple of weeks off. I haven't seen my family in a long time and I want to pay them a visit."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Cheyne can get one of our cousins to help him until you get back. How long will you be gone?"

"We'll be gone about two weeks. How do you feel about a long ride on a steel horse? I want my family to meet the woman I'm going to marry."

Cassie sat up and looked wide-eyed at Mojave. "What did you just say?"

"Will you marry me Cassie? Will you spend a lifetime with me? I've never loved a woman the way I love you."

Cassie inhaled sharply trying to catch her breath. "Oh Mojave I love you so much! Of course I'll marry you! But I don't know if one lifetime will be enough."

"How about a kiss to seal the deal?" He put his hand behind her head and guided her to his lips "I wanted to take you back to the Borderline and propose. Make it a bit more romantic and do the down on bended knee thing at the place where we met but I couldn't wait."

"I think this bed is the most perfect place in the world. Nothing more romantic than the place where we make love." Cassie lay down by his side. Mojave leaned over and began to trail enticing kisses down her neck. Mercy this man is fire come to life! His touch was carnal. Her reaction was impassioned. "Make love to me Mojave. I'll go crazy if you don't."

"I thought you'd never ask Brown Eyes. I thought you never ask." He pulled the covers over their heads and Cassie's laughter filled the room.

The wind tells a story, you just have to listen.