Keep going.

“I don't think so, the traders seemed pretty harmless. Plus I met them so close to the city if she was following me they would have already been in the city by the time she met them. If she is somewhere between here and the city, my vote would be the burned farm. Personally I think she simply made better time than me and is farther ahead along the road. I stopped quite a bit and wasn't exactly trying to go fast. I think she knew where I was going and passed me at some point.”

“I don't know, how long were you in the city?”

“I only arrived there the night before. Why?”

“Really, I suppose you might be right then, I overtook you on a similar horse in just over a day. You were traveling really slow. Onward then I guess. We will have to make good time, so stay close.” She spurs her horse on, and you spend the next 10 hours chasing her, slowly getting farther and farther away. You have to munch food for lunch as you travel, which is a bit difficult, but manageable. Finally the sun begins to dip on the horizon and she stops. By the time you get up to her she has a bedroll laid out and a small fire burning. She cooks you a little meal of a rabbit you don't even know when she killed, but it is yummy. After dinner she strips out of her armor and you have to admit she is really sexy, her body is long, lean, and strong, yet with nice curves. Under her armor all she had on was a sexy low cut tunic that is only long enough to cover most of her perky ass. The small talk after dinner is basically meaningless, the weather, your newly tanning skin, the bit of blond fuzz on your head, which she insists on rubbing to feel it, and finally showing her all the in's and out's of your pistols. This occupies a lot of time, till you let her shoot off a clip of ammo. Night settles in and she curls up on the blanket to go to sleep. “Well good night, we have another long day tomorrow if we are going to catch up to her, so go to sleep.”

“Good night to you.” You say as you lie back, stripped to just your skimpy bikini, and stare up at the stars.

Finally your eyes start to drift closed when she suddenly breaks the silence of the night with a question, “So you really like being fisted up the ass?”