I imagined that he worked in an office of some sort, for his hands bore no sign of manual labor. Yet they had a strength about them, an enticing dexte...ity that made me wish he was tapping them in a far more intimate place—a place that was growing warmer and wetter with each flex of his graceful knuckles. Perhaps he had a hobby or a vocation that required strong fingers. Maybe he was a pianist or a masseuse. I sighed in relief when I found no ring on his left hand, although I was baffled as to. ’ ‘I guess that’s it then,’ Danny said with a sigh. ‘Ya can’t get blood outta turnip. Is it OK if I go up to the house and send off a letter while you git the horses unhitched? I gotta let someone know jist to hold on—that I’ll be later than I said, but I’ll be there by February.’ This conversation had been long said miles and miles away from Carson County when Marylou had gone down to the general store to receive the letter that Danny wrote and sent to his best friend, Hugh Preston. * * *. More

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