tell her what you know.

"OK ...!" you blurt out. You weren't really interested in **** on a Chinese ass today.

You feel her grip your clit firmly between her fingers. "All right," she says, "but no funny stuff. I want honesty, or you'll be punshed more!"

You begin telling her about how you heard the story, how some two-bit criminal had stumbled on the information thanks to some mail fraud he'd perpetrated. You tell her that the letter only mentioned that the railroad worker had to be heading to this town to get supplies, that there was no other place for miles to go.

She looks back at you. "All right, then," she says. "What are your intentions?"

"I'm just looking for the gold, ma'am, that's it. I don't care a whit about the boy."

She pauses for a moment. "All right, I believe you. If you swear to me you'll keep him from harm, I'll help you out. Otherwise, I'll have to do something about you."