You're too tired to resist.You're too tired to resist. "Lie down, Hunter, and let me worry about that." I take your stetson and place it on the chair, then bend to lift your legs onto the wide bed, forcing you into a prone position. Your left hand rises to your stomach and scratches lazily. I pour some water from the pitcher to the basin and wet a linen towel, which I bring back and start wiping your face gently. The sunburn and windburn have taken their toll over the years: there are lines at the corner of your eyes that weren't there the last time I looked into them, and I can sense that not all of them are laughlines. Your lips are parched, cracked and split, parted a bit. Your damp hair clings to your head in sweaty ringlets where your hat was. |