She Opened Her Blouse ‘by Mistake’—‘God Help Me,’ He Whispered, Pressing His Body Against Hers.

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The dust in Cedar Hollow had a taste. It was red and fine, a mixture of Montana soil in the future. It settled on everything, a gritty film over the raw lumber of the general store, the canvas tops of freight wagons and the hopeful glass of the new church windows. The town was wedged in a crease of the mountains, a place of sharp edges and long sha... Read More