He'd been gone all day, cutting wood for the cold months that lay ahead. As he pulled up in his ol' dodge, Sam Bones, jumped out of the open window, not waiting for the engine off, nor door open. A big, sloppy grin on her face, what a wonderful, loyal dog and friend she was. He never went anywhere without her. It was raining and he had a mixture of wet sawdust and mud on his wranglers, his gloved hands, freeing themselves from that second skin. Bearded smile on his face, eyes that could melt steel. He reached out to touch her face, her hair moved in tune with his touch, and he kissed her long and hungry and hard. God, he smelled of Scotch pine and bourbon whiskey, a heavenly mixture from the day's work and the drink thereafter. She broke from their kiss, and whispered hugerly, "Take me to bed, or lose me forever!"
