"Well, hi." Roxanne got up. "This is – hey, honey, I forget your name."

"Natalie."

"This is Natalie. This is Matt. You know him and this is Lance, a college friend of Matt's."

"Hi," Natalie said. "Well, I must be moving along." She got up. "If you'd like to come to the van, we can…"

"Oh no, you're staying here for the weekend," said Roxanne.

"What?" Natalie was sure she hadn't heard right.

"Yes, I called the other ranches, said you were sick and would get there when you could. They said fine. So you're staying here the weekend."

"I'm sorry." Natalie backed towards the door. "That's very kind of you, but…"

"Oh, nothin' kind about it." Roxanne let out another laugh behind Natalie, the two men laughed too. "You see, Lance here has a real problem. He saw you and, well, creamed his jeans, like I said. And he's a real horny fucker, has to get it up some hole or other, ten, fuck, I dunno, twenty times a day. Anyway, tots of times a day. So we decided that you'd stay here for the weekend and fuck him all he wants. And us too, of course. We like to fuck too."

"What are you thinking?" Natalie gasped, her hand over her mouth. "That's… that's rape."

"Oh, lots more fun than rape," Lance said and there was such a sensuality in his voice that Natalie almost choked. These people were serious.

"You can't, I'll…" She trailed off. If it was true that the Brydens owned the police, they wouldn't help. "I have a date tonight." She sounded defiant.