“Why did he do that?”
“I don’t know,” Jake said, “but I was curious. So I went around to the back of the house . . .”
“Jake?”
The old man turned, pointed at the bottle of whiskey, and exclaimed, “That’s mine!”
“Why?”
“Because that’s where I saw your horse,” the old man said. “Behind Mr. Clement’s house!”
• • •
Molly got to her knees in front of Cain and took his huge penis in both of her hands. She held it as if it were a club.
“Oh my God,” she said again. She didn’t know what was more incredible, its length or its girth.
“Molly—”
“Shh,” she said. She touched the spongy head with her fingertips, then ran them underneath. He jumped and his cock jerked.
“Oh my . . .” she said.
“Molly . . .”
“Shh,” she said again. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock.
“I don’t know if I can get this in my mouth, but . . .” She leaned forward again and this time wrapped her lips around him, and took him in.
“Molly . . .” he said for a third time, but this time he had no intention of trying to stop her. Instead, he reached down and put his hands on her head, which began to bob up and down on him.
The wetter she got his cock, the more of it she was able to get into her mouth. She reached down and cradled his heavy ball sack in one hand. She continued to suck him, making sounds that were a cross between gulping and gagging.
She pulled her head back and released him, gasped as she tried to catch her breath.
“My God.”
He reached down to take her breasts in his hands. With his thumbs, he strummed her nipples.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. “And let you leave?”
“Don’t be stupid,” he said. He reached down, put his hands in her armpits. Holding her that way, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
“Come on, come on,” she urged him. “I want that monster inside me.”
He pulled off his shirt, staggered around until he got his boots off, and kicked his trousers away from his ankles.
“Jesus,” she said, “look at the size of you! You’re big all over, ain’t you?”
“I am,” he said, “but only one place counts right now.”
He got on the bed with her, spread her legs, and reached into her bush. His fingers found her wet and ready.
“Yeah, see, I’m ready,” she said. “Come on. But go slow at first. You’re liable to tear me up. I’ve never had one this big before.”
He ran his hands over her smooth flesh, leaned over to first bite and suck her nipples before he turned his attention back to her crotch.
He pressed the bulbous head of his penis to her pussy lips, rubbed it up and down until he was wet, then started to slide it in.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh . . .” she said.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She reached up to put her hands on his arms.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Keep going.”
He did, sliding himself into her farther. She brought her legs up, wrapped them around his waist. As he pushed in as far as he could, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. However, she didn’t try to stop him, so he started moving in and out of her.
“Oh, wow,” she gasped, “oh, geez.” She began to move with him, her hips matching his tempo. “Ooh, yeah, that’s good, that’s soooo good . . .”
He put his hands on the bed on either side of her and leaned over her, keeping his weight off her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, “yes . . .”
He started to grunt as he fucked her. She tightened her legs around him, her thighs surprisingly strong.
“Come on,” she said, “you can go harder . . . go faster . . . go ahead, tear me up.”
He began to move faster, his giant cock glistening with her juices as he slid in and out of her. Then the door opened and suddenly they were joined on the bed by two more naked girls.
“You promised . . .” the redhead said into his ear, sliding her hand along the crack of his butt. She rubbed her bare tits and hard nipples over his skin.
The blonde kissed his neck and slid her hand beneath him to stroke his balls. He almost exploded at her touch.
He closed his eyes and thought about the great spirit.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Clint had Jake show him where Mr. Clement’s house was.
“Okay,” he said, handing the old man the whiskey bottle, “you can go.”
“Thanks, mister,” Jake said. “I hope you get your horse back.”
“Don’t worry,” Clint said, “I will.”
Jake scurried off to finish his bottle, hugging it close to his body.
Clint stared at the two-story house, with four white pillars in front. If Jake hadn’t been completely drunk and had remembered accurately, Eclipse might be behind it. Also, Dunn and Sands might be inside.
He had told Cain not to do anything until they were together, but he felt that he had to determine whether or not Eclipse was actually there.
He looked around. The area was very quiet, with no foot traffic. People would probably start returning home from work, but he still had some time before that happened.
There was a fence around the front of the house, but rather than opening the gate—many gates squeaked—he skirted the fence to get to the side of the house, then moved along the wall to the back.
He peered around to see if anyone was there. The only thing he saw was what looked like a carriage house—something you usually found in the East, not the West.
Keeping an eye on the house, he made his way to the carriage house. The door was locked. He might have gotten in by shooting the lock, but that would have alerted whoever was in the house. He moved to the side of the building ’til he found a window, and looked in.
And there he was.
Eclipse.
“Hey, big boy,” Clint said to himself. The horse looked all right. He was tied, but he had a feed bin nearby and didn’t look any worse for wear.
At least Clint knew the horse was safe.
Keeping a wary eye on the house, he made his way back to the street, hopefully without having been seen from the inside.
• • •
Cain left the whorehouse on weakened legs. Those whores would not let him out of that room—hell, out of that bed—until they had each sampled what was between his legs. And then they wanted to be paid! Well, he paid them, and then got the information Molly had promised him. He remembered with a sigh just how he got it . . .
“I heard them talkin’ about a house they were stayin’ at in the high-priced part of town,” Molly said.
“That’s it?” Cain asked.
She shrugged, which made her breasts jiggle, and said, “That’s all I heard.”
She was lying on the bed, naked, her limbs entwined with those of her naked girlfriends. Her flesh was darker, while the blonde was pale and the redhead freckled. Seeing the three naked women there, he couldn’t get mad. At least Molly had given them a place to look, even if her information was kind of spare.
“Are you gonna come back, honey?” the redhead asked.
“If I can,” he said, “before I have to leave town.”
“You got to come back, spend more time,” the blonde said.
“Come on,” Molly said, “promise.”
“No,” he said, “I will not promise!”
“Don’t be mad,” Molly told him with a pout. “I told you what I know.”
“Yeah, you did,” he said.
She smiled at him and said, “You didn’t really think all I wanted to do was look, did you?”
The three girls were laughing as he went out the door
. . .
• • •
Now, on the street, Cain made his way back to the hotel to meet with Clint.
The girl Molly had bamboozled him, and got him to her room upstairs. She got him into bed so the other girls could come in later. He couldn’t be mad because three whores wanted to get him into bed. But while he had a grin on his face as he walked away, this sure wasn’t something he was going to tell Clint Adams about.
THIRTY-EIGHT
This time, instead of waiting for Cain in the lobby, Clint waited in his room. He left the door unlocked, and Cain walked right in.
“Got it,” he said. “A big house somewhere in town—”
“I know,” Clint said. “I found it.”
“A house?” Cain asked. “A rich man’s house?”
Clint nodded and said, “I saw Eclipse. He’s locked in a carriage house in the back.”
“What about the two men?”
“I didn’t see them,” Clint said. “They might have been in the house.”
“So what do we do now?” Cain asked. “Go to the house and knock on the door?”
“We don’t know what we’d be walking into,” Clint said. “They think they have the upper hand because they have Eclipse.”
“Then,” Cain said, “let’s go and take your horse back.”
“My thought exactly.”
• • •
“It’s gonna be dark soon,” Sands said to Dunn.
“So?”
“I don’t think he’s comin’ ’til maybe tomorrow.”
“He might already be in town,” Dunn said.
“You think he slipped in without us seein’ him?” Sands asked. “We been watchin’ the street.”
“He didn’t have to use the street,” Dunn said. “There are other ways to get into town.”
“Then what do we do?”
“We get ready,” Dunn said.
“Back at the house?”
“Yeah,” Dunn said. “We better dig in.”
“How will we know if he’s here?”
“We’ll have Clement send some men out to find out,” Dunn said.
“He’s gonna have to pay ’em.”
“He’s got men workin’ for him already,” Dunn said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find out if Adams is in town.” Dunn finished his drink and said, “Let’s go.”
They left the saloon, where they had been sitting all day long. As they went out the door, the bartender breathed a sigh of relief.
• • •
“After dark,” Clint said, looking out the window. “We’ll go and get him after dark. But we’ll need something to take care of that lock.”
“I’ll tear it open,” Cain said.
“I know you’re strong, but a padlock?”
Cain grinned. “Don’t worry, my friend.”
• • •
When Dunn and Sands entered Brock Clement’s house, their host was sitting at the dining room table, having dinner.
“Just in time, gents,” he said. “Pull up a chair and have something to eat.”
“Hey, great—” Sands started.
“After you clean up, that is,” Clement added with a grin on his handsome face.
Dunn grinned back.
“Yeah, okay.” He looked at Sands. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
• • •
When they returned to the dining room, there were two other places set at the table. Dunn and Sands sat across from each other, with Clement at the head of the table.
“Help yourselves, boys,” their host said.
There were platters on the table with fried chicken, vegetables, and fresh biscuits.
“You eat like this all the time?” Sands asked, jabbing a huge chicken breast with his fork and transferring it to his plate.
“Oh yes,” Clement said, “all the time.”
“You’re a young fella,” Sands said. “How’d you get so much money so young?”
“I’m thirty-five,” Clement said. “I just look younger. Some of the money I inherited, some of it I made myself.”
“That’s enough, Sands,” Dunn said. “Brock is our host. He doesn’t have to answer so many questions.”
“May I ask some?” Clement said.
“Sure.” Dunn speared a chicken leg, filled his plate with vegetables.
“Is the Gunsmith in town yet?”
“We don’t know,” Dunn said. “We haven’t seen him, so we’re gonna need your help findin’ out.”
“How can I help?”
“Send some of your people into town to have a look around,” Dunn said with his mouth full. “Hotels, saloons. See if they spot the Gunsmith.”
“I’ll need a description.”
“I’ll give you one after dinner.”
Clement took a deep breath.
“You know,” he said to Dunn, “when you saved my life, I knew I’d be in your debt, but somehow I thought you were going to ask for money.”
“If I had asked for money, would you have gave it to me?” Dunn asked.
“Of course.”
Dunn looked at Sands, who shrugged, wondering why Dunn had not asked for money. He would have if he’d had a rich man in his debt.
“Well,” Dunn said, “maybe later. Right now we just need a place to stay, and some help.”
“And what about the horse in my carriage house?”
“What the hell is a carriage house anyway?” Sands asked.
Clement looked at him.
“Usually a place where you keep a carriage. That’s why I have one in there.”
Sands fell silent, feeling like he’d been told he was stupid. He wouldn’t have taken it, except that they were Clement’s guests, he was helping them, so Sands had to keep his mouth shut.
“We’ll just keep the horse there,” Dunn said, “but I think in the morning we should start putting a man in there with him.”
“Tell them to keep clear,” Sands said, holding up his bandaged hand.
“I’ll remind them,” Clement said. He looked at Dunn. “After this, we are even, Adam?”
“Even, Brock,” Dunn said.
“Good,” Clement said. “I don’t want to have to worry about you constantly showing up.”
Dunn put his silverware down with a loud clang.
“Have I asked you for anythin’ before this?”
“No, but—”
“So stop complainin’, Brock,” Dunn said. “This is the one and only time you’ll see me, and I don’t need any of your money.”
“Yes, all right,” Clement said. “Forgive me, Adam. I meant no offense.”
Dunn picked up his utensils and went back to the meal.
THIRTY-NINE
Clint and Cain moved through the darkness, skirting the house so as not to be caught in any of the light coming from the windows.
“They don’t have anybody on watch?” Cain asked.
“Not that I could see this afternoon,” Clint said. “We have to do this before that changes, though.”
“I am going to be very interested in the motive behind all of this,” Cain admitted.
“So am I,” Clint said. Although, since it had been happening more and more lately, he thought that it might just be a case of his past popping up to bite him on the ass . . . again!
They reached the carriage house and Cain saw the lock on the front doors.
“Is there a back door?” he asked.
“Let’s look.”
They went by the window Clint had looked in earlier in the day. It was pitch black inside, so they couldn’t see anything. Clint hoped his trusted Darley Arabian was still inside.
They got around to the back, found another pair of double doors similarly locked with a padlock. This one, however, seemed a bit flims
ier, and a little rusted.
“Ah,” Cain said. He took out his knife and, using the blade and his brute strength, snapped the lock in no time, with almost no noise.
They opened the doors slowly, just in case the hinges creaked, but there was no danger of that. They paused in the doorway to let their eyes adjust to the darkness. The first thing they saw was the carriage in the center of the room. Movement off to one side drew their eyes, and there was Eclipse, staring balefully at Clint as if asking, “What took you so long?”
“Hey, big fella,” Clint whispered.
“What?” Cain said.
“Not you,” Clint said, “him.”
Clint walked to Eclipse and patted his neck and nose, then untied the reins that were holding him.
“What now?” Cain asked.
“Let’s get him out of here,” Clint said. “Once we get him somewhere safe, we’re in a much better position in any showdown.”
“Let’s get out of here, then.”
They walked the big horse out the back door, then had to decide which way to go. Should they take the chance of walking him right by the house?
“Let’s circle around back here,” Clint suggested. “Then we can walk him by one of the other houses to get to the road.”
“Agreed,” Cain said.
That’s what they did. They walked the horse across several backyards, then turned and walked him to the road, going by a house that was completely dark. Just when they thought they were home free, though, a light went on in front of the house and a voice called out, “Who’s out there?”
They turned and saw an old woman standing on the porch. She was wearing a cotton housedress, and holding an old but mean-looking shotgun.
“Just walking my horse, ma’am,” Clint said to her.
“In my yard, young man?” she said. “What do you take me for? Who’s that with you?”
“Just my friend.”
“He’s a big one,” she said.
“My friend, or my horse?” Clint asked.
“Both.”
“Ma’am,” Cain said, “we were just walking by.”
She squinted at them.
“A couple of these houses have been robbed lately,” she told them.
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