Description:An Erotic Western that goes from hot to scorching! Sheriff Bret Murlton has grown bored of living in hot, dusty Maid Creek, where the only women are whores and the only fun is drinking. That’s all about to change when one of his childhood friends comes riding into town, chased by lawmen and haunted by the dark secret he carries. Will Bret put aside the law for his friend once he finds out the truth? [Warning: this story contains explicit descriptions of gay oral sex and masturbation!] Excerpt: “So where you been, Ten?” Bret asked as the younger man settled into the other chair. Bret began dealing the cards onto the rickety wood table between them. The fire burned hot and Ten took off his boots one by one. “Phoenix,” Ten said. “Other places.” He looked at the facedown card in front of him as Bret dealt him a queen, faceup. Bret had a seven showing, so it was Ten’s turn. He checked, and Bret checked behind. “Phoenix?” Bret said. “What was that like?” He had meant the question as a nicety, but Ten’s brow furrowed and his mood turned black almost instantly. “Ain’t never going back there,” Ten said. “Dirty, hot city. Fulla trouble.” “They kicked you out of Phoenix for good?” Bret said, hoping to tease Ten back into a better mood. He burned a card and dealt the next round of cards facedown. “Musta been something real good to get the whole city hatin’ you.” “Check,” Ten said. Bret wavered, then checked behind. He burned a card, dealt out fourth street, and Ten checked again. The fire crackled in the hearth. “Tell me why you’re on the run,” Bret said. He tried to say it casual, betting out small. “Who said I was on the run?” Ten said. He looked at his cards, looked over at Bret’s seven, then looked back at his cards. He seemed irritated with something. “Your horse told me when you rode up,” Bret said. “Darned creature looked ready to break down right there.” “None of your business,” Ten said brusquely. He called the bet. Bret burned another card and dealt the last street. Again Ten checked. Bret bet out small again. “The hell it’s none of my business,” he said. “You’re under my roof, aintcha?” Ten stood up and threw his cards down onto the table. “Fine then, I’ll leave.” He stood in front of the fire with his shoulders squared, as though readying for a fight. There was something that made his entire body seem to shiver under his skin, and Bret had the scary sensation of having accidentally cornered a rattlesnake. “Ain’t nothing to get upset over, Ten,” Bret said. He didn’t move, just held his cards in his lap loosely, waiting. “Ain’t upset!” Ten slammed his hand into the wall. The crack of it echoed in the small room, and dust puffed out from the wall, twinkling in the light of the fire. The two men looked at each other, the air crackling with tension between them. “What’d you do, Ten?” Bret asked. He asked in a way that made it clear he needed an answer, not just because he might be dealing with the lawmen chasing Ten but because he cared, and cared mightily, about what had happened to his friend. *** Be sure to grab the whole series!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Be Not Lonesome: His Gay Cowboy 1. To get started finding Be Not Lonesome: His Gay Cowboy 1, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: An Erotic Western that goes from hot to scorching! Sheriff Bret Murlton has grown bored of living in hot, dusty Maid Creek, where the only women are whores and the only fun is drinking. That’s all about to change when one of his childhood friends comes riding into town, chased by lawmen and haunted by the dark secret he carries. Will Bret put aside the law for his friend once he finds out the truth? [Warning: this story contains explicit descriptions of gay oral sex and masturbation!] Excerpt: “So where you been, Ten?” Bret asked as the younger man settled into the other chair. Bret began dealing the cards onto the rickety wood table between them. The fire burned hot and Ten took off his boots one by one. “Phoenix,” Ten said. “Other places.” He looked at the facedown card in front of him as Bret dealt him a queen, faceup. Bret had a seven showing, so it was Ten’s turn. He checked, and Bret checked behind. “Phoenix?” Bret said. “What was that like?” He had meant the question as a nicety, but Ten’s brow furrowed and his mood turned black almost instantly. “Ain’t never going back there,” Ten said. “Dirty, hot city. Fulla trouble.” “They kicked you out of Phoenix for good?” Bret said, hoping to tease Ten back into a better mood. He burned a card and dealt the next round of cards facedown. “Musta been something real good to get the whole city hatin’ you.” “Check,” Ten said. Bret wavered, then checked behind. He burned a card, dealt out fourth street, and Ten checked again. The fire crackled in the hearth. “Tell me why you’re on the run,” Bret said. He tried to say it casual, betting out small. “Who said I was on the run?” Ten said. He looked at his cards, looked over at Bret’s seven, then looked back at his cards. He seemed irritated with something. “Your horse told me when you rode up,” Bret said. “Darned creature looked ready to break down right there.” “None of your business,” Ten said brusquely. He called the bet. Bret burned another card and dealt the last street. Again Ten checked. Bret bet out small again. “The hell it’s none of my business,” he said. “You’re under my roof, aintcha?” Ten stood up and threw his cards down onto the table. “Fine then, I’ll leave.” He stood in front of the fire with his shoulders squared, as though readying for a fight. There was something that made his entire body seem to shiver under his skin, and Bret had the scary sensation of having accidentally cornered a rattlesnake. “Ain’t nothing to get upset over, Ten,” Bret said. He didn’t move, just held his cards in his lap loosely, waiting. “Ain’t upset!” Ten slammed his hand into the wall. The crack of it echoed in the small room, and dust puffed out from the wall, twinkling in the light of the fire. The two men looked at each other, the air crackling with tension between them. “What’d you do, Ten?” Bret asked. He asked in a way that made it clear he needed an answer, not just because he might be dealing with the lawmen chasing Ten but because he cared, and cared mightily, about what had happened to his friend. *** Be sure to grab the whole series!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Be Not Lonesome: His Gay Cowboy 1. To get started finding Be Not Lonesome: His Gay Cowboy 1, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.