Razorback Ridge salt bundle

they had done this time and time.

each time she found herself being set on fire. she did not think it was love, but she wondered if her father had felt this each time he held a wife. a lover. if that was why pleasures were not so restricted and it was understood that love was a death sentence.

oh, yes, these fires very well might drive one into a dizzying madness if given the chance.

she had not realized they were already doing such to her.

her shoulders met leafy ground and her legs sought to grapple muskrat close to her. to show her how much her absence had meant she missed the sharp coywolf.