The blond girl lay on the rocks below, as bare as he. Luiz Quintano stood unmoving atop the high basalt overhang by the falls of Puesta del Sol. The spray from the rushing cascade peppered his noble dark head and slim bronzed body. Beads of water clung to the long, thick lashes of his unblinking jet-black eyes. Eyes that were locked on the beautiful naked white girl below. Amy Sullivan lay motionless on a smooth flat rock beside the cold, clear river. Her bed of stone was completely shaded by the tall cottonwoods and silvery willows. Her pale, bare body was sheltered from the blazing desert sun’s fierce rays. She lay there beside the placid stream, her slender legs stretched full length, the palms of her hands flat against the rock. Her unbound blond hair was fanned out appealingly around her head. Her lush, dark lashes were half lowered over her vivid blue eyes. Eyes that were fastened on the handsome naked Indian above. It was nearing summer’s end. The waning days of a scorching September would soon give way to the slightly cooler ones of October.
