The Ranger stood over the lithe form before him. He began a prayer, his first prayer. Bereft of form or fashion, his prayer ascended on high. He just said, "Thank you, "signing off on his request."
He trembled as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. It had been several seasons since his last female encounter. Holding his fingers next to her skin evoked hidden passions. He retracted and sat down again to continue the long vigil. Two or three days, the doctor said.
Four days later,
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