Somewhat revived by the water she had been forced to consume, Loretta sat astride the mare, suffering the confines of Hunter's arm around her waist and the familiarity of his hand on her midriff. His broad chest served as a prop for her back; soon she leaned against him, letting her body undulate with his in rhythm with the horse's gait.After about forty minutes of silence, he bent his head close to hers. My arm is strong, no? He hugged her close to demonstrate. A strong arm to lean upon, a shield against all that might harm you? You will trust this Comanche. Drink and eat. It is a good place where we go.
Loretta, feeling somewhat revitalized after drinking water, found herself seated on a mare with Hunter's arm securely around her waist. The sensation of his warm presence was both comforting and intimate as she leaned back against his strong chest, moving in sync with the horse. The journey was quiet for about forty minutes, filled with an unspoken connection between the two.
