The Purple Mountain Mine Mystery

An excerpt from The Purple Mountain Mine Mystery

They climbed out of the boat and trudged up to the rocky shore and Mokika immediately began to take off her coat. It was a warm day now, with the sun risen, and Chap did the same. He looked out over the river they had come down and down the river they would still have to travel and shook his head. Purple Mountain loomed far off in the distance.

"Broughy must have had a good run o' luck to make this in the winter," he said. "And loaded with silver? Shit."

Two bare arms encircled him. Mokika hadn't stopped at taking off her coat. Chap felt behind him and found the bare flank of the Eskimo girl warm and close.

"You shake the river like a dog with a seal," she said. "You make it your woman, and the river obeys you." She lay her head on his back and reached around him to stroke his body. "Now you make me your woman."

Chap turned and found her, naked and wanton, boldly staring and already starting to undress him.

"You little red fox bitch," he muttered. "I thought you might be on heat when I caught you lookin', back at Miner's Ford. You want a taste of Chap Mackavie?" She nodded and kissed his bare, hairy chest.

"Quick for love and then I make dinner, Chap," she offered.

Chap marveled, "Pshaw. What a gal." Then she found his thickening pole in his trousers and gripped it with her strong little hand. She pulled it up and pushed it down with a practiced rhythm. "Oh, honey, was a woman."

Chap shrugged out of his suspenders and let his trousers fall around his ankles. Mokika gave a little coo when she saw his meat in the flesh. Chap saw the blanket she had spread out behind her and lowered her on to it, where she sat, spread-legged and began to untie his boots while he stared at her hairy black bush.