Hoshor Plains next to you I'll lay my bones

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He seemed young and healthy. Younger and healthier than last year's father. Larger, too — though Easy couldn't complain about how last year's batch had turned out, either. Plus, last year's had stayed for the birth, and perhaps saved her life despite the loss of yet another third son.

No matter. She'd get him back somehow, just as she'd gotten Anurag back in Sumac. She'd made sure of it.

For now, there was a healthy young man right in front of her.

"Beau Cassidy," she repeated, committing it to memory. A dark smile stretched her scarred lips. "Tell me one thing, Mister Cassidy: do you think you can keep me occupied for a few days?"

She opened her arms to him, giving him a plush landing pad in the form of her thickly-furred decolletage. Any man of hers — for a lifetime or for an hour — would have to wrestle her before he got anything better. But that, she'd always rather thought, was just good foreplay.

Shall we fade here?