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Being raised in the Midwest in What was at one time Dakota Territory when younger I was fascinated by its history and back in the 1940s-60s when growing up was a golden era for westerns on TV and movies. Roy Rogers, Lash Larue, Rex Allen and many others rode across our tv screens and cinema was big business. Westerns have now given way to medical and cop dramas, but I still love westerns and writing about them so hope you enjoy this one. Hank Mitchell rode his sorrel mare toward the little creek that meandered across the open prairie here in Dakota Territory and past a few of the brave homesteaders that defied the Lakota Sioux and big ranchers that tried to make life difficult as if the hard winters and sometimes dry summers Didn,t make life hard enough. Hank drifted in and out of jobs on various ranches and currently was in between jobs though he knew he,d have to find something soon as his supply of food and coffee was running low and his dollars were getting fewer. He,d been daydreaming of his youth in Illinois when he made out three shots in quick succession coming from an area near the creek he,d been heading for. In this country shooting usually meant trouble so Hank spurred his horse Trojan toward where he estimated the shots came from. As he neared the creek he noted a buckboard pulled up with the horse pulling it tethered to an old cottonwood tree and a body laying next to it so reined in his horse and let the reins trail the ground not worried as he knew Trojan would stand till he returned. .45 calibre Colt peacemaker revolver now drawn from its holster Hank now approached the prone figure of a man dressed in a black suit with a neat exit hole in his neck, blood pooling on the ground and knew from experience the man was quite dead, but there Didn,t seem to be anyone else around till another horse bickered a welcome to Trojan and Hank picked out a third horse stood munching grass almost hidden from view by high grass and thick undergrowth bordering the stream. Suddenly a loud Male,s voice carried on thevhot afternoons breeze “Go on Bitch. Swallow every Fucking drop or I,ll blast yore Fucking head clean often yore shoulders!” Hank quickly approached the sound of the voice taking care not to step on broken twigs to announce his presence, but when he espied What was going on found the culprit was oblivious to anything but his own pleasure as a young female totally naked and on her knees was being forced to suck the large cock of a very hirsute man as he held a cocked Navy Colt at her temple. The woman was curvaceous with long auburn tresses, large breasts and shapely bottom, the male quite a bit older with black greasy hair worn down to his shoulders, a beard that needed trimming badly and dressed in dirty checked shirt under a leather vest, faded blue jeans and run down boots with broken heels and wicked looking spurs which must cause wounds to his poor horse. He was enjoying his dominance over the poor woman, but when Hank shoved the barrel of his Colt against his back he froze. “Make one false move and I,ll blow your ass out your stomach!” Hank promised. “You can stop sucking now Ma,am!” “Mexican stand off Man. You shoot me and I,ll shoot her!” “Are you a gambling man then?” Hank growled. “Why?” “Are you willing to stake your life on getting a blow job? If not drop your gun!” he ordered. The would be r****t decided not to go,through with his threat after all. “You win for now” the woman gratefully released his penis and git up to go vomit as few yards away spitting out the horrible taste of dirty cock! “Suggest you clean yourself up a bit while I hogtie this bastard!?” Hank suggested. “Okay Thanks.” The Woman was gathering up her clothing and headed for the stream as Hank forced him back to the buckboard and his saddle bags where he uncoiled his rope and tied the man,s hands securely behind his back. “I should shoot you like you shot him, but I,ll let a jury do the job!” He told him as he secured him to the rear wheel of the buck board. “Back with the lady in a minute!” “She Ain,t no lady! Hank returned to the creek and the woman who was now dressed fully again, her tears washed away and no longer creating streaks down it. Hank though she was the most beautiful woman he,d ever met.”Thanks for saving me! That bastard killed my poor brother Kenny as he,s been lusting for me for some while now. I,m Anne Connelly and my Pa owns the Big C ranch not far from here. That killing scum is Tom Blacker who works for my Pa. he ambushed us, killed poor Kenny and would have ****d and killed me if you hadn,t come along!” She burst into tears. “Poor Kenny never stood a chance. When we pulled up with Blacker standing by his horse he never said a word just shot Kennynin the head and told me to get down, made me undress and then do what you saw me doing!” another spate of crying. “Look Ma,am please don,t cry. I,ll make sure Blacker gets to trial in Hudson the nearest town and I,m sure he,ll soon stretch a rope.” Hank vowed. “You shoulda shot him!” “Don,t you Miss Anne. He,ll pay for this.” Hank managed to lift Kenny,s body into,the buck board then tether Blacker next to the body. “Can you use one of these?” Hank pointed to Blackers gun. “You bet! Pa made sure to teach me how to shoot and ride!” “Keep an eye on him!” “You Can count on it.” She took the gun from Hank and pointed it at Blacker. “Just give me an excuse to avenge Kenny!” she looked daggers at Blacker, but hevshowed no emotion. The Big C ranch was nearer than the little town of Hudson so Hank drove the buckboard there with Trojan and Blackers horse tethered to the wagon. In the ranch yard a crowd of hands came out to see what was going on and one ran to get Anne,s father, a big man with long greying hair and full moustache Harry Connelly. Harry listened to Anne,s tearful account and turned stone faced to Blacker. “Blacker you Bastard. I,d have you strung up to the nearest tree if I had my way, but instead I,ll have you delivered to Perry Graves in Hudson and you will be hanged soon. I guarantee it!” “I,ll see you in HELL!” Blacker curse Connelly. “Very likely, but you,ll be there long before me. Give the Devil my regards!” He laughed joined by his hands. Connelly picked two trusted hands to take Blacker to Hudson then invited Hank inside. “You have a job young feller?” Connelly asked. “Not Now was looking for work when I happened on your daughter.Sorry I was too late to save Kenny!” “Not your fault Mr Mitchell. You did save Anne and in doing so you have my eternal gratitude and a job here for life if you want it and I think Anne likes you.” “Please call e Hank?” “Okay Hank Hiw about it!?” Hank shook his hand. “Now I have the fun and games of telling my wife about Kenny.” He left him there and Anne came back in to him. “Come sit with me on the porch. I,ll have Cookie bring coffee out to us.” She called out to the fat little China man and he acknowledged then she led him out to the porch swing and they sat side by side chatting and drinking coffee as he told her an abridged version of his life and she told him of hers. Soon they felt they,d known each other for longer than just a few hours, but then supper was announced and Hank was invited to join the Connellys including Linda the mother and older brother Sean for a lovely meal. Later Anne told him she had to go, but kissed him a passionate kiss that promised much. “Welcome to the Big C! One of these days I,ll welcome you to my Big C if you play your cards right!” She squeezed his erection through his jeans. TBC
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