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Billy recognized the voice of the one cowboy who had been good to him in a fuck in the Cedar Hill saloon. The one man in Billy's life out of all of those men who he could say had made love to him—the cowboy Chet, from Virginia, headed for California on an adventure.
Chet took Billy up in his arms and headed for a wagon. "Make way. He's hurt," Chet was saying. "We'll take him with us. Could some of you bury that man over there? I'll take good care of this one."
And take good care of Billy, Chet certainly did. He lay between Billy's legs on flour sacks in the belly of the Conestoga wagon and fucked him slow and deep all the way to California. Two weeks to full recovery while being ridden west toward California.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoOne of the best stories I have read. Would have loved to see Bill’s transformation from a whore to a loving wife.
Anonymousabout 5 years agoAs always, your works are always exciting, filled with tantalizing details and power tops who are deftly straddling the line between being hot and being abusive.
With the ending being what it is, however, and the story ending that abruptly, I found myself wanting an epilogue of some sort. Maybe a happily ever after or maybe just a happily for now, as Billy and Chet head to California, presumably to a better life, maybe with each other.
Nevertheless, thank you for writing!
