At some point during the night he heard someone calling his name from what seemed a long way away. Then he felt something poke him in the chest. He opened his eyes and looked up. Tatanka was standing over him, shivering with cold, poking him with his foot.
“Machuwita.”
“Man, you must be freezing. Get in here!”
The Indian gratefully accepted the offer of a warm bed and lay down beside Lee. He spooned himself against the cowboy. Lee put his arm over the man’s quaking body and pulled him close. His palm pressed against Tatanka’s protuberant nipple. Lee felt a thrill rush through his body.
Don’t get hard…don’t get hard, Lee thought over and over. Shit, I might as well be saying don’t breathe
Almost simultaneously, Lee realized two things. First, the feel and smell of Tatanka’s luxurious hair against his face was the most powerful aphrodisiac he’d ever experienced.