Chapter 21

She prepared for him one day after he had ridden the range all day, checking the fences that had become necessary to separate his cattle grazing areas from those of the sheep of neighbouring spreads. If sheep got onto cattle land, they grazed the grass so short that the grasses were killed and no longer good for feeding cattle, so the cattle ranchers had to keep constant vigil on their grazing lands.

"Fernand, you look so tired and worn," Abegail called out to him from the porch. "You really should stop riding the range yourself on horseback. I worry about you."

"The day I can't ride a horse into the ground is the day I die," Fernand said grumpily. But as he descended from the saddle, he noticed that Abegail looked particularly beautiful this afternoon and was wearing one of the dresses that made his juices flow.

Abegail drew him a warm bath, and as he was soaking and almost dozing off, she came and stood before him and disrobed. By the time she had finished, he was in full arousal, a