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GARRISON
Cheyenne was hot and windy. I'd never known the town when the wind didn't blow. The less time I had to spend in the city, the better, for I felt confined with all the people about. Dahlia, however, seemed to love it. We'd gone to several different restaurants and even an outdoor concert. I'd wanted to appease her eagerness for these attractions and then, once the train came with the horse, leave it all behind.
I worried that I would not be enough for her, that f*****g her day and night, pleasuring her beyond measure—even telling her I loved her—wouldn't be enough to hold her. The lure of the city was strong for someone of Dahlia's personality and it was possible she wouldn't want to leave when the time came. While she was my wife and I could easily force her, I did not want h
