Chapter 18

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There are things people say about other people, and then there is reality. Colt indeed noticed Abe the first time he stopped at the farm on horseback. Colt trailed after him with thoughts that would shock his grandmother.  He wanted Abe to touch him. Yes, Colt longed to be kissed and manhandled by this mysterious cowboy  putting his hands everywhere, but even more, he wanted to be like him, quirky, strange and sexy beyond belief.

His ‘wanting’ didn’t stop there, no doubt about it. He wanted Abe who lifted heavy objects, got dirty, and took up space – He wanted to say,  “This is the first real living I have done in my life,” and mean every word of it.

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An oversized round clock hung on the wall of the train station with its huge shinny pendulum swaying back and forth. Colt stood in the doorway looking at the clock with one eye glued to the moving black hands, and the other on the ticket master standing behind a counter cluttered with telegrams and papers.

“Yes’em, the train from Omaha is due to arrive here in an hour, but it may be slightly late,” growled Henry Kerner, never looking up from his paperwork.  He handed the woman her ticket to Lincoln Nebraska.

Colt hearing about the arrival time walked back outside and sat on a bench where folks boarded and got off the train.

The same woman sat down beside him and they began talking.

“I am going to Lincoln Nebraska. I have a sister in Lincoln.” She said to Colt.

“That’s nice,” Colt replied already wishing he had stayed with the buckboard.

“Are you going to Lincoln,” she asked.

“No, I am waiting for a passenger.”

“That’s nice – who?”

“My brother,” replied Colt

“You’re a very handsome man,” she commented. “I don’t mean to sound annoying, but you sure are a looker.” She continued. “Does your brother look like you?”

Colt didn’t answer, but stood up to excuse himself. “Gonna check something with the Station Master,” he said.

“Are you married, she continued talking? I have a daughter, who is just lovely arriving on this train, and we are going to my sister’s house in Lincoln.” She continued, sounding bothersome and repeating herself.

“I’m married, my brother is married…everybody is married.” replied Colt.

“’WELL,” - she stammered and moved to another seat. No longer was she interested in talking, at least talking to Colt.

“Hee hee-hee, giggled an old timer who had been listening to her. “That’s what yuh get my boy, for being so darn pretty.”

Colt was pretty; but didn’t care for that word. He was a striking young stud with a well-defined body, muscular and trim. He had grown a beard since last seeing Abe, and it made him even more masculine. This morning he soaked his body in a hot bath in the bunkhouse, cut his hair, and polished his boots. He smelled like lavender, a colossal turn on, from that era.  His hair clipped around his ears was visible from under his black cowboy hat; he earned the word, “pretty, “for sure.

Colt smiled indicating his way of saying “thank you,” to the elderly gent, then went to his buckboard, to sit down by himself. Through the window, he could see the station clock and had about twenty more minute to wait.

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From a distance of (Lord knows how many yards) the sound of an approaching train whistle echoed through the air. The station platform filled with people coming and going, as the train screeched in smoking and coming to grinding stop.

“You’re not dopy, I can do this…” Colt said to himself feeling nervous, and flushed. He hopped out of the buckboard with his crotch struggling to breath, and the bump in his pants stirring slightly as he moved.

Folks were getting off the train from a rear coach, while folks going on to Lincoln boarded in the front car behind the engine.

Abe came on to the rear platform, paused and came down the steps caring a beat up looking suitcase. Standing directly in front of him stood Colt, ready to shake hands. It was customary for men to shake hands with no modern day hugging. A father hugging his son was different, even that seldom took place in public.

Abe ignored Colt’s hand and grabbed him with a tight hug, cheek to cheek, while folks walked past seeing two men embracing.

“He’s my brother,” shouted Abe at a woman staring at them hugging - scram!” he said politely but firm.

“I’m sorry young man,” she replied. “Anybody can see you are family.”

Colt tossed the beat up suitcase, in the back of the buckboard, and they climbed aboard.

I’ll drive,” said Abe.

“Nope, you stay next to me and I’ll do the work. Just sit and look at the Nebraska scenery.”

“I am not snooping at any scenery, I am lookin at you. How you have taken on delicious in two years, is better than scenery.  You are a handsome dog, you know that, don’t you” said Abe.

“Dang, you stole my thunder. I was hankering to say that about you. When you hugged me, I thought I would break. I ain’t no creampuff, you know. I’m a wrangler, but you’re better - I just gotta admit it. I’ll keep you away from the hungry hussies looking to get married. Man, they will jump those bones like hungry coyotes.”

Nope - that’s nuts. You know who these bones belong too, - don’t you?  It’s a powerful secret that we have, don’t you think?”  Before we head out to the farm, I need to make a couple of stops, here in town,” said Abe.

“Sure, what’s first?” asked Colt putting his knees together squeezing his out of control cock, growing like monster listening to Abe’s words. His cowboy crush on Abe was creating chaos bound to get him in trouble. Colt needed to get control of himself. Right now, he felt like a lovesick girl. 

“Let’s go to the bank. See this envelope here!” Abe motioned, patting his shirt pocket. “This is a bank draft – money man money. I sold interest in the silver mine and there’s cash on deposit in Omaha. Every time they sell silver from the mine, I get a percentage deposited in the bank of Omaha. I’m not what you call wealthy, but I am rich. I have silver, and I have you Colt – who truly is gold. Yep, I would call that being rich.”

Colt looked confused over money talk. He just wanted a boyfriend. He was at his peak of sexuality and being loved, kissed and getting off was more importin to him than money. He was seeing Abe, in a new erotic light.

Colt waited in the buckboard while Abe conducted his banking business. He could see from where he was sitting, cowboys were going into the Ranch Saloon. “Loud shouting still sprung from over the swinging doors and breaking glass was still happening.

“Some things never change,” Colt thought.  if one listened carefully to the chaos, the sights, sounds and whores, still ruled the day.

“Yuck, he hated it all. He never really cared for it, but now he hated it. He was eager to get out of town, away from the wild life and hustling whores.

“I need to see Earl at the stable about buying a horse,” said Abe.

“No you don’t,” replied Colt.

“Yeah, I need to get a horse,” insisted Abe.

“Pa said to bring you straight to the ranch and forget about any horse.”

“Abe squeezed Colt, sending tingles through his body but nobody noticed.”

On the road back, they were completely alone. Abe began touching Colt’s knee rubbing his leg. “Pull off the road into those bushes, I want to kiss you.” he said, squeezing harder.

The buckboard rolled like the wind getting out of sight, and into the brush. They kissed intently ending on top of one another and falling to the ground.

“Their bodies pressed together, - I’m playing for keeps,” said Abe.

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To be continued...