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IV.
An awkward silence fell on them,
Reg felt bad, and looked at his feet,
“I didn’t mean to pry,”he said.
she laughed and said, “Don’t look so meek.

“There’s not much work for women here,
and I had no family or friends,
for girls like me serving the men
was just a means to make an ends.

“Perhaps I’m not respected much,
but the money I made was great,
enough I could retire here,
rent grazing lands from my estate.

“That keeps the money coming in,
don’t have to spend time on my back,
unless, of course, I’m choosing too…
Perhaps you could help me with that?”

His eyes widened, hearing the words,
once again he found himself lost,
he’d met no girls who spoke like this,
but then she gave a slight hair toss.

“I know it may seem quite sudden,
so I hope you’re not to alarmed,
but sadly it’s been many months
since I’ve had a man in my arms.

“Besides I think you’ll find my bed
less drafty then the barn outside.”
He nodded, said, “Yes ma’am that’s true…”
then saw the naughty glint in her eyes.

She took his hand and led him there,
and Reg could not believe his luck,
you could say Jolene liked her fun,
and she really knew how to…love.

Far better than he’d known before,
he fell to sleep in an earned sweat,
and all this for some firewood?
He instantly felt in her debt.

Wrapped up in a warm, dreamless sleep,
he would’ve stayed that way all night,
until a loud gunshot echoed,
giving the new lovers a fright.

She stumbled nude to the window,
he grabbed his gun, was close behind,
then saw three men out in the yard,
one cried, “Puta, I’m here again!”

The voice was a drunken bellow,
hint of a Mexican accent,
then the man cried, “I see him there!
I won’t share you with other men!”

She yelled back, “Damn you, Lautaro,
I told I was never yours!
Get yourself off right off of my land,
go to town, there’s plenty of whores!”

The drunk man leered in the moonlight,
a graying bead on his long chin,
said, “Those girls don’t know how to please,
don’t even know where to begin!

“Now send that man behind you down,
I’ll teach him for touching my girl!”
She said, “You’re drunk, no get on home,
or I’ll give my shotgun a whirl!”

The man below swore and grumbled,
rhen said something profane in Spanish,
he and his friends then ambled off,
Jolene said, “I’m sorry for this.

“I’m sorry that you had to see
he scene which has just transpired,
that bastard is an old client…
who can’t accept I’m retired.”

CONTINUES IN PART V.
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