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furiously, the bond cowboy managed to buck Bradburn off, roll over and get to his feet. Whirling round to face the Marshal, who was already up waiting for him, he took a terrific punch on the point of his jaw. He was thrown backwards, cannoned off a pillar, and landed on his ass, ears ringing and head spinning. He scrambled away from Bradburn on all fours in panic. He'd kicked many a man senseless and expected to feel the thud of the Marshal's boot at any moment.
The red mist dissipated and Bradburn's battle rage ebbed as he looked down at the scuttling cowboy But his ice cold anger remained. He hauled Viking to his feet and gave him a hard jab in the belly. The coyboy's legs sagged but he didn't go down and Bradburn struck him on the side of the head. The force of the blow spun Viking round and he crashed onto a vacant table, reducing it to matchwood, and sending chairs flying. Again Bradburn pulled him to his feet and struck him an almighty back-
hander. For a moment Viking swayed, then went down onto his back, like a felled lodgepole pine, senseless. The was a long silence, then the men gave a huge cheer. Corky battled his conflicting emotions, principally lust and anger, and managed to cheer with them.
Bradburn became aware of the pain of his battered body as he bent over the unconscious cowboy. He poked two fingers into Viking's shirt pocket and drew out a fold of notes. He peeled off two, replaced the rest and suppressed a groan as he straightened up. The was silence and the clump of his boots sounded very loud on the wooden floor as he strode to the bar and everyone heard him say to the bartender, "With apolgies from my friend, he hopes that this will cover the damage." There was a roar of laughter and cheering as Bradburn grabbed Viking by his shirt and dragged him out of the saloon and tipped him off the sidewalk into the sandy street. Again he gritted his teeth against the stabbing pain of his bruised ribs as he straightened up and marched back inside. He raised his hand for quiet, "Okay gentlemen, please be seated again. We've got a meeting to attend to." Bradburn's shirt had been all but ripped off in the fight and Corky saw that his face was covered with blood, which dripped through his black beard and trickled down his hairy chest. As he turned to walk towards him, Corky thought Bradburn's cock had never looked so awesome and he felt lust twist his guts.
Bradburn dropped into the seat beside Corky, who threw an arm around his shoulders. "Wow Abe, that was some fight," he said, managing a passable grin. "But I guess you need a bit of cleaning up."
"Sure, but don't fuss," Bradburn replied as he saw a woman heading towards him with a bowl and towels. "Now be quiet, there's a meeting on.
Chapter 7
Slumped low in the saddle, Viking rode slowly out of Tyler. As he passed the Livery, Corky's buddy came riding into town. Good-looking dude, he thought as the handsome hispanic passed him and although his whole body ached, he felt his cock stir. He gave a rueful smile, it'd take more than a beating to keep his pecker down. Sure he'd recover soon enough but his wounded pride would take longer. When the hands heard about the fight he knew that he'd have to kick ass real hard to keep his position. But he knew that he was better'n any guy up at the ranch and he'd enjoy showing 'em. He brightened considerably.
Jose climbed the steps outside the saloon and confronted the big guy barring the door. Involuntarily his eyes dropped to the impressive bulge between the man's legs. and he smiled to himself. Despite having a wife and a mistress here in Tyler the man regularly visited the bordello in Red Butte, and was still horny enough to give Jose a good hard poking in the barn on occasions. The guy saw the direction of Joe's gaze and when he looked up again grinned, "Its been a while, Chico."
"Sure has, Ben," Jose laughed and added, "Isn't the meeting over yet?"
"No, that blond bastard from Daytons came bursting in here a while back, causing trouble. Marshal had to sling him out."
"I saw him leaving, look like a house had fallen on him."
"Sure there was a real dust-up."
"Is.....," Jose paused, he was going to ask if Abe was okay. Instead he said, "Is it okay if I go in?"
"I guess so, they're jist about finished."
Taking a deep breath, Jose pushed through the doors. He saw Abe's battered face and, affecting only
mild interest strolled across to the bar. He bought a beer and moved across to take the vacant seat at Bradburn's table. "Okay, I've seen the other guy," he whispered. Bradburn managed a grin, despite his sore face, and as Jose turned to Corky, he saw the Deputy give the Marshal a fleeting look of pure
hatred. Bradburn didn't seem to notice, and as he listened to a town worthy winding up the meeting, Jose tried to convince himself that he'd imagined it. As the men began to disperse, Bradburn rose to his feet, "I'm gonna get back 'n have a soak and find some clean clothes. See you guys later."
"Sure ," Corky replied as he watched the Marshal stride out. Turning his attention back to Jose, he remarked casually,
"Ain't seen you up at the waterhole for a while."
"No there's a lot to do at the ranch," Jose replied carefully. I bet there is, Corky thought.
"But I hear you're spending a lot of time up there," Jose added.
Taken off guard Corky flushed, "What if I do?" Then a thought struck him, had they been seen.
"Who says so?" he snapped, his voice rising.
"Oh, Abe mentioned that you're doing a lot of fishing lately," Jose replied calmly and saw again the look of hatred on Corky's face when he mentioned Bradburn's name. It was gone in a minute and Corky's handsome face creased into an apologetic smile. "Sorry Jose, I jist thought that someone had been snoopin' on me." Jose nodded and bought another drink, keeping his unease to himself.
"Corky continued to spend most of his spare time up at Red Rock, swimming, fishing and wanking.
"He'd got the hots bad for the big blond bastard. He longed to again be impaled on his huge pole, to be crushed and subjugated. Then bad weather moved in, and storms lashed Tyler. The incidents of crime, low at the best of times, dropped to zero and the Marshal spent a lot of time up at the Rugero ranch. For day after day, it was impossible to work outside in the torrential rain and frequently Bradburn and Jose found themselves alone in the barn. Constrained by a sense of propriety, however, the never stayed long enough for their absence to become embarrassing to the family. They would kiss and Bradburn's rough hands would begin to tentatively explore and caress Jose's hard muscular body, before Jose would suck the huge balls into his mouth and roll them on his tongue. And when the thick choking spunk hit the back of his throat, Jose could feel a little of the potent power dammed up in the big virile man begin to break free. Soon the floodgates would be swept aside and Jose was content to wait.
With crossed arms, Corky leaned against the wall under the Jailhouse porch, watching the rain drumming down. The street, under eight inches of swirling muddy water, was deserted. Suddenly
he saw the huddled figure of a drenched horseman approaching. The horse's head hung low as the man pulled the wretched soaked creature up in front of Corky and said, his voice barely audible above the hiss of the rain,
"Boss sez e'll see yah at the rock at noon on Tooosdey." Corky felt a surge of excitement and before he could make any reply, the man dug in his heels and the weary horse plodded on towards the Livery.
The rain fell unabated. No right-minded man would be out in this, Corky thought, as he led his horse down the rocky track, wet and treacherous, towards the river. That is, unless he wants to be fucked real bad. He tethered his horse and squelching his way to the old shack, mounted the creaking steps to the porch and pushed open the door. Viking was sitting, naked except for his hat and boots, on the old mattress. "Strip, come on, move it," he snarled and as he got to his feet, Corky saw the huge cock, oozing precum and tore at his wet clothes.
"Jeeesus, you've got to be kiddin' Corky shouted. He'd been slapped around even harder than usual, but his aches and pains and the taste of blood on his tongue were forgotten.
"No, I ain't kiddin'"
"If' 'n you think he's gonna ride out to Daytons, strip nakid and let you string him up you must be crazy.!
"An' I ain't crazy neither."
"You come out to the ranch and we'll tell him I'm holding you hostage."Corky gaped.
"We also tell him that I'm gonna flog him and give him a good working over."
"Why the fuck should he let you do that?"
"Christ, you 'r dumb. We tell him that unless he comes and takes what's coming to him you'll get it in his place. Corky's face flushed with excitement.
"Oh Boy, you reckon he'll fall for that?"
"He's got a kinda big brother love for you and you are his deputy. Sure he'll come."
"What 're you gonna do when we've finished with him. You can't just go around kidnapping
and killing US Marshals.
"Killin's to good for him. There's a gang of Mexican hoodlums dealin' in white slaves."
"What," Corky yelled, "They ain't got no white slaves in Mexico."
"There's a lot about Mexico you don't know bonehead. They ship 'em to slavers in Louisiana, who use them as studs. Seems half-caste slaves are highly prized."
"Jesus," Corky whispered, feeling his cock hardening. "An' when he...."
"When he's dried up, they put a chain round his neck and send him out bollock-naked with the black slaves to do hard labour and satisfy their needs."
"You mean they can fuck him?"
"Sure they can do anything they like with him. He'll be their whore.
"Christ, I like the sound of that." Corky whispered, his face flushed and his cock hard.
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