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The road is long when you lose your dream. There were things that Colt never wanted to lose. He never wanted to lose his dream of being a cattle rancher, and he never wanted to be alone without Abe by his side.

Abe occupied his thoughts controlling his mind and body with sexual hunger and something called love. He had never loved anybody before, but when it creeps into your heart, you recognize it immediately.

Behind the bushes, frustrated sexually and turned on by all the hungry kissing, was insane. They desperately avoided touching below the belt knowing the demons from hell would have them fucking in an instant.

The time was right, only the place seemed wrong and Colt wanted it to be mind-blowing after waiting for two years. Abe wasn’t so crazy about mind blowing - he just wanted it.

“I spent nights alone missing you. I gave up digging twice; ready to come back, but gold always changed my mind. Sex makes a man crazy I’m here now, so no more of that.” Abe managed to say, while letting his pants fall to the ground.

Colt was on his knees like thunder before rain, putting Abe in his mouth with delicate groaning sounds translated into – “I love you – I love you.”

Abe was so cum loaded that getting off came much quicker than ever before. Colt had barely time to swallow the gift from god, when Abe had Colt’s pants down and gobbling him like a hungry wolf in the wilds. The scene repeated itself as if planned and rehearsed between two gay men, not sluts, but lovers. The entire thirty minutes in the bushes, was meant to be.

******

The wagon pulled out of the brush and continued along the road going farther into the countryside. Colt resumed driving the horses, with Abe near him touching every chance he got, without being annoying. Colt kept smiling and being masculine, with a man beside him. They indeed looked like family sitting strong and proud heading towards the Denton ranch...

The team of horses, one called Daisy and the other Gladys, turned into the ranch. Colt had given names to the animals he considered family helpers. Everything else was just livestock meant to be bought and sold.

Sitting by the house was a fancy carriage tied near the front door. Ma had callers and somebody important with such a fancy rig.

Colt parked near the carriage and tied the horses to the rail. He and Abe went into the house jawin about the weather, as he opened the door.

His brother Bart, his ma and pa were gabbing to Mr. Hadley, who owned the bank in Coffeyville. They were drinking coffee and a plate of ma’s vanilla cookies set on the table.

“Mr. Hadley, meet our other son Colt and a hard working young man, we consider family. Meet Abe Potter.

“Oh, you are the young man with the bank draft. I believe I already know who you are. I didn’t realize that you were also a Denton,” said Mr. Potter.

“Oh yeah,” Colt interjected quickly, he is a Denton alright.”

“Ma hugged Abe and Bart winked. Pa set quiet and said nothing. Abe smiled back and replied simply, “That’s right!”

“Go on Mr. Hadley, everybody can hear ‘bout us jabbering,” said pa wanting to include Bart, Colt and Abe.

“Well, you see folks, after the Hicken’s leave their ranch, the livestock will need tending too. That has to be resolved first, before any movin can take place.”

“Hold on – hold on,” interrupted Colt. “What are you sayin?”

“Mr Hadley is saying that our neighbors, Charlie and Ruth Hicken’s, are moving to California. They are signing on to a Wagon Train passing through here in less than a week.” Spoke up Bart, after hearing the story several times.

“So you see, they have to find a buyer for the livestock, and the horses,” continued Mr. Hadley. “Your pa boys, has agreed to look em over and hackle Charlie’s askin price.”

“Which is…?” said Colt.

“We will know that after tomorrow, your pa is going to look over the horses and make an offer.”

“Who bought the ranch,” asked Hatti wondering about having new neighbors.

“Nobody as of yet, the bank owns the ranch and it will take time to find a buyer.” He concluded.

“You mean, you own the ranch,” interjected Abe.

“That’s right, young man. The bank holds title and owns the land.

******

That evening the ranch hands, Sparky and Johnny joined them at the house for supper. They ate on the new table with plenty of room. Hatti covered the table with a large check tablecloth that she saved in a chest, stored in the attic. At last, a table large enough to use it.

The hands took to Abe like sunshine on a flower, assuming related to pa who was doing less and less work every day.  The bunkhouse now had five cowboys living there and nary a problem anywhere. They liked Abe, and Abe liked them.

That evening, Sparky and Johnny played a few games of checkers. Bart and Abe played poker, and Colt rested on his bunk, with his hands in back of his head, watching the two men he loved being friendly with each other. He could not have been happier.

Bart won a heap of money that night from Abe.  Colt guessed that Abe let him win. Although never mentioned afterwards, so who knows?

Bedtime came quickly. The men stripped to their underwear under their blankets. Abe had Colt and Bart on both sides of him, in single bunks.

Abe transfixed on Colt’s fetching face, was sleeping alone. His cock hardens wanting Colt; and aching to be with him.

“I have to do something about this,” mumbled Abe.

******

To be continued…

Posted: 11/18/2022