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"When this bastard comes to, he's gonna start hollering his head off. Any idea how we can gag him?"
"Sure, saw the Mexican hands do it once to a rustler they'd captured. They used his shirt. but I guess a piece of that sacking in the cart would do. See if you can find a round stone about two inches across." By the time Bradburn had found a suitable stone Jose had cut a piece of sacking about six inches wide and some two feet long. He spread it out on the sand, placed the stone about halfway along the nearest edge and carefully rolled it up. Then he twisted one end until it resembled a rope and told Bradburn to hold it, whilst he did the same to the other end.
"Now Abe, get the bastard's mouth open quickly."
Viking's eyes were open but still blank and unfocussed. Bradbrun pinched his nose and he obligingly opened his mouth. Jose slipped in the stone and quickly tied the ends of the twisted sacking tightly together behind his head.
"He'll still make a fair bit of noise but he can't talk," Jose said with a laugh.
Reaching for a knife, Bradburn said, "Fine, now let's roll him over onto his belly so I can cut that damn plait off and the rest of his hair."
"Why?"
"Its quite a story."
As he worked, Bradburn told Jose what Viking had planned for him. Jose listened in silence but Viking made as much noise as his gag would allow.
"So you and I are going to hand him over to the Mexican slavers."
"Oh Boy, I like that Abe. Let's get moving. we don't want to miss them. By the way, are you planning on getting dressed."
They loaded Viking into the back of the cart and headed out over the desert to the meeting point, a huge pinnacle of red rock which a gloating Viking had described in detail. As they approached they saw that half a dozen men waited in the shade of a makeshift tent.
"Want me to do the talking Abe?"
"Sure, my Spanish isn't bad, as you know, but we don't want any misunderstandings."
"Greetings Senor, I hope we have not kept you waiting too long."
"Greetings Senor, about an hour but it is of no consequence," the leader replied. He wore a neatly trimmed moustache and his white teeth flashed as he smiled. Bradburn noticed that he tapped an ornate riding boot with a long horsewhip as he added,
"But let us see the merchandise."
Two of the slavers flung the sacking aside and hauled Viking, struggling and babbling, from the cart.
"Magnificent, my friends. He'll be very good for the job we have in mind. Almost too good," he added looking at Viking's huge cock. Suddenly Viking lunged forward at the leader, screaming through his gag and the two slavers hauled him back. The leader's horsewhip lashed Viking across
the face and as he flinched, cut him twice more, across the chest.
"Silence scum, on your knees." Viking stared uncomprehendingly.
"Down on your knees," the leader said again, this time pointing and Viking shook his head. The horsewhip flashed again, twice cutting into Viking's balls and he dropped to his knees.
"He was much spirit this one, but that is not good in a slave. Never fear, we shall break it." The teeth flashed again.
"Now there is only the little matter of your signature and your fee. I trust the agreed amount is satisfactory?" Having no idea what sum was involved, Jose nodded and took the piece of parchment from one of the helpers. He indicated that Bradburn should turn around and. resting the paper on his broad shoulder took the proffered pen. He signed, 'Virgil Makepeace,' and, as he handed back the document, saw that blood from the welts on Bradburn's back had begun to soak through his shirt. They had to get out of here before it was noticed.
"Blood, keep your back to them Abe," he whispered in English. The leader handed Jose a heavy leather money bag and solemnly shook his hand. "Adios Senor."
They mounted the cart and as they moved away, Jose glanced over his shoulder. Viking, naked and bound, was still kneeling in the dust. A leather collar was being attached to his neck and the crude tent was being dismantled.
"Think they noticed the blood on my shirt" Bradburn asked?
"Not sure, but I guess its not important now. They got what they wanted."
When they got back on the trail through the hills they stopped and counted the Mexican coins. They weren't sure exactly but it looked like a small fortune. Taking the badge out of his pocket, Jose pinned it to Bradburn's shirt.
"What do we do now Abe?"
"First we go to Daytons and sort that out. Then we go to your ranch and collect Corky. After that its home."
Chapter 18
Daytons was eerily quite although the sun was well up.
"I guess that they had themselves some party last night and, as the boss is away, they are sleeping of their hangovers," Bradburn reasoned.
"What do you plan to do, Abe?"
Bradburn's eyes were drawn to the water tower, which dominated the whole ranch.
"I want you to get up onto that platform, under the water tank with a shotgun. When you're in position I'll go into the bunkhouse and rouse those lazy bums. I'll line them up in the yard where you can cover them."
They dismounted and Bradburn tethered the horses while Jose sprinted across to the water tower.
Gun drawn, Bradburn steppeds very quietly through the bunkhouse door. The long room was a shambles, boots and clothing tossed anywhere and the men were sprawled naked on two rows of cots. He noticed that three of the beds were occupied by two men and one, judging by the tangle of naked limbs, held four. He smiled to himself, inhaling the heavy male smell appreciatively. Then he fired a shot into the ceiling and there was pandemonium. He fired again and in the sudden silence that he followed he yelled,
"Hands on your heads and go line up in the corral."
Still dazed and half-asleep, the naked men stumbled out into the bright sunshine and, seeing Jose had them covered with his shotgun, lined up meekly in the corral. Bradburn strutted around to face them.
"Okay, hands behind your backs and spread your legs wide," he shouted.
All the cowboys were sporting full morning erections and Bradburn's rock hard cock strained against his levis as he looked at the formidable weapons that had fucked him remorselessly during the night. The stubble-chinned Walt was probably the best endowed and as he caught Bradburn's eye he smirked.
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