“Make Me a Woman,” Virgin Cried—Rich Cowboy Obeyed, Fingers Exploring With Wild Tenderness

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The dusty wheels of the westbound train screeched against iron rails as it pulled into Dusty Creek Station. Clara Mayfield pressed her face against the grimy window, watching the unfamiliar landscape of New Mexico territory unfold before her eyes. Red meases stretched endlessly under a merciless August sun, while tumble weeds danced across barren p... Read More