They heaved up the cask between them and flung it over therail, ran back and grabbed a second. There wassomething in Kleinhans tone that she could not immediately fathom. But Hal's bootsand sodden clothing were drawing him down, and he had to swim hard toresist. Heturned and pointed with his curling beard at the spice store under theforest trees.
He drew her to hischest, kissed her, and she merged herself tenderly to him. She had asudden image of those broad strong hands working on Hal Courtney's slimstraight body, the body she knew so well, changing it, graduallybreaking it down. The antelope's fleshwas sweet and tender and the men, long starved of fresh food, ate itwith relish. Beneath the heavy,masculine, warlike garb, her body was a paradox of femininity.
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