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She
smiled
up
at
him
lazily
.
"
He
said
you
would
want
to
bed
me
.
Do
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
The
price
is
your
life
,
gunslinger
.
He
has
got
me
with
child
.
.
.
the
child
of
an
angel
.
If
you
invade
me
-
"
She
let
the
lazy
smile
complete
her
thought
At
the
same
time
she
gestured
with
her
huge
,
mountainous
thighs
.
They
stretched
beneath
her
garment
like
pure
marble
slabs
.
The
effect
was
dizzying
.
The
gunslinger
dropped
his
hands
to
the
butts
of
his
pistols
.
"
You
have
a
demon
,
woman
.
I
can
remove
it
"
The
effect
was
instantaneous
.
She
recoiled
against
the
chair
,
and
a
weasel
look
flashed
on
her
face
.
"
Don
’
t
touch
me
!
Don
’
t
come
near
me
!
You
dare
not
touch
the
Bride
of
God
!
"
"
Want
to
bet
?
"
the
gunslinger
said
,
grinning
.
He
stepped
toward
her
.
The
flesh
on
the
huge
frame
quaked
.
Her
face
had
be
-
come
a
caricature
of
crazed
terror
,
and
she
stabbed
the
sign
of
the
Eye
at
him
with
pronged
fingers
.
"
The
desert
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
.
"
What
after
the
desert
?
"
"
You
’
ll
never
catch
him
!
Never
!
Never
!
You
’
ll
burn
!
He
told
me
so
!
"
"
I
’
ll
catch
him
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
.
"
We
both
know
it
.
What
is
beyond
the
desert
?
"
