The Last Trail Drive

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suddenly looked at Debra. “Ma’am.”
    â€œSheriff.”
    He turned and crossed the street with a quickening pace.
    â€œThat’s the first time he ever looked at me like I was a person,” she said. “You think that was because I’m with you?”
    â€œMaybe,” Clint said.
    â€œWhat’s this about a murder?”
    â€œWhy don’t you come up to my room, and I’ll tell you all about it?”
    â€œSure,” she said. “Why not?”

SIXTEEN
    Spud walked Henry Flood over to the livery, where he allowed his new boss to sit on a bale of hay while he saddled both horses, Flood’s and the one that used to belong to Jack Trevor.
    â€œWere these Trevor’s?” he asked, showing Flood two saddlebags.
    â€œYeah, I guess,” Flood said. “Let’s take ’em back to the camp, and I’ll have a look tomorrow.”
    â€œWhat about buryin’ him?” Trevor asked.
    Flood wiped his face with both hands and, for a moment, Spud didn’t think the man had heard him.
    â€œI’ll come back tomorrow mornin’ and arrange it,” he said, wearily.
    Trevor doubted that. Flood was drunk and exhausted. Spud just hoped this trail drive was going to get going on time.
    Maybe, he thought, if he gave his boss a good breakfast it would improve his mood.
    â€œOkay, Boss,” he said, grabbing Flood’s arm, “let’s get you in the saddle.”
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    Debra Moore was something she had never been before, and never thought she would be, especially in a man’s room.
    She was a nervous whore.
    â€œHave a seat,” Clint said.
    There were no chairs in the room so she sat at the foot of the bed. For the moment, Clint remained standing.
    â€œI don’t have anything to offer you,” he said, apologetically. “To drink, I mean.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” she said. “I was just going to have a bath and then go to bed.”
    She blushed suddenly and thought, What the hell is wrong with me?
    â€œDebra, do you want to talk?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œWhat would you like to do?
    â€œTruthfully?” she asked. “I’d just like to get our clothes off and have sex. Usually, I fuck for money. It’s been a long time since I just had sex with a man.”
    â€œWell,” he said, “I guess we could do that . . .”
    â€œYou didn’t seem so hesitant in the bath house.”
    â€œI’m not hesitant,” Clint said. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’re gonna regret tomorrow.”
    â€œWhat’s it matter to you?” she asked. “You’re going to be gone tomorrow.”
    â€œGood point.”
    She stood up. She was wearing a men’s shirt that was too large for her, a pair of trousers, and a pair of boots. When she walked the street she didn’t like to show herself off. Men stared, and women glared, and she didn’t need any of that. She got enough of it when she was at work.
    She unbuttoned her shirt, peeled it off, and then sat down to remove her boots before sliding her trousers off. Clint did his best not to watch as he removed his own clothes. But he couldn’t help catching a glimpse of her from time to time, and by the time he was naked, he was also fully erect. When she finished and looked at him her eyes locked on his hard cock.
    â€œWow,” she said, “there’s somethin’ I didn’t get to see in the bath.”
    â€œYou had a hold of it, though,” he said.
    â€œYeah, but . . . look at it. That’s about the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen . . . and believe me, I’ve seen my share.”

SEVENTEEN
    There was still some awkwardness between them, even while they were naked. But once Clint took Debra into his arms, and their hot bodies pressed together, all their reservations seemed to fade away.
    She came alive against him, rubbing herself all over him, reaching for his cock,

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