20" } @font-face { font-family: "Niagara Engraved" } @font-face { font-family: "Niagara Solid" } @font-face { font-family: "Old English Text MT" } @font-face { font-family: Onyx } @font-face { font-family: Parchment } @font-face { font-family: Playbill } @font-face { font-family: "Poor Richard" } @font-face { font-family: Ravie } @font-face { font-family: "Informal Roman" } @font-face { font-family: "Showcard Gothic" } @font-face { font-family: "Snap ITC" } @font-face { font-family: Stencil } @font-face { font-family: "Viner Hand ITC" } @font-face { font-family: "Vladimir Script" } @font-face { font-family: "Wide Latin" } @font-face { font-family: "SWGamekeys MT" } CHAPTER 10 "You're one wanton woman, Mary Grace O'Reilly," Sloan said as he kicked the horse and they moved slowly forward, Sloan leaning to see around her hair, Mary Grace bending into the baby and calming him. "Hey, you were the one who suggested I ride up front," she said. "I thought that poor little excuse for a fanny needed a little cushioning," he said, rubbing her bottom gently with his left hand while guiding the horse with his right.
