“Push Harder…” She Moaned—He Teased, “Angel, I’ll Push Until You Scream Wilder Than Midnight Fire”

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The desert sun hung like a brass medallion in the cloudless sky, its rays beating down mercilessly on the endless expanse of red earth and scattered sage brush. Margaret O'Brien pressed a damp handkerchief to her throat, tasting dust with every labored breath. Her proper Boston boots, so sensible on cobblestone streets, had become instruments of to... Read More