"Stagecoach to Laramie"
Part 12
"Hey, hey, hey young fellow, what yuh gapping at?" asked George an elderly town gossiper; no last name – just George. He was chewing on piece of straw looking Sonny up and down taking inventory.
"That sign," replied Sonny.
"Yup, that's a sign all right – what about It.?"
"It says Lena's Café is looking for a cook."
"Heh, hey, so you can read! I've got me a mighty parched throat, you wouldn't have a spare coin, say like a fifty cents, you can be a parting with by any chance? Yes sir, the throat is mighty dry."
"Tell me something, old timer. What happened to the former cook?"
"That's about half the news. Mind you now - I don't gossip, but I hear things. For fifty cents, I hear plenty.
"Sonny tossed him a silver dollar and they sat down on the steps in front of the restaurant. " You drive a hard bargain, George," commented Sonny.
"Let me see, the cook was Frank. Never heard his last name, he was a drifter. He comes to town, and this wrangler said he cooked for a wagon train, so Lena turns over the kitchen to him, yup, just like that!"
"Come to find out he slings hash okay, but a decent meal is beyond his experience. If you ask me, he didn't have experience. However, you didn't ask me, so that one is extrey, on the house, yuh know, what I'm sayin?"
"The food was terrible and folks stopped coming. The coffee was lousy, burnt toast with fried eggs, so old they tasted terrible. You know, you gotta have eggs for breakfast, but not when they smell,' exclaimed George.
People stopped coming and Frank got out of town, nobody knows where he went. He rode south. That is Comanche country, I wouldn't go there, with those wild Comanche's," continued George. "They will steal your horse and even your blanket. If he says he can cook, that fool is in trouble."
"The Comanche's, don't hire cooks. They cook for themselves," said Sonny.
"How do you know that?
"I read it, in the newspaper."
"Oh."
"The door to the restaurant is locked. Where can I find Lena?"
"There is a side entrance, you want me to show you?" offered George then scratched his wrinkled neck.
Sonny shook his head "NO" and walked away. George headed in the direction of the Sunset Tavern. So much, for a parched throat.
Sonny met Lena coming down the stairs. They exchanged a few words (mostly questions) and went back up, to where she lived.
"How old are you, was Lena' first question."
"I'll be twenty in a few days. I look young, but don't let that fool you," replied Sonny a bit nervous. He had never applied for a job before.
"I suppose you are going to tell me that you came west on a wagon train where you did the cooking for twenty covered wagons," said Lena.
"Nope, I am not another Frank. I cook meals on a ranch that includes ranch hands. There is a new wife on the farm now, and she has taken over the kitchen. I want to cook for others, and stay in Laramie.
"The job pays by the month, includes meals plus a room. You don't have to wash dishes or clean up, somebody will do that. You only have to cook.
It was at that moment Joe, walked in to talk to Lena finding Sonny sitting next to her. She started an introduction but Joe already had his arms around Sonny's shoulder, kissing his cheek.
"KISSING - yikes. Sonny was frightened, Joe whispered in his ear – "Relax, Lena is a lesbian, and we talk homo stuff all the time. As a Comanche might say – "Woman with short haircut is one of us." Then he laughed. From there on, everything became easier and easier.
Sonny joined them at the Cafe, and began cooking two days later. He did a remarkable job, although it took a week for the news to spread that the food was good. In fact, patrons said it was excellent.
Town folks began returning for dinner. Sonny worked frantically in the kitchen making sure everything was near perfect. In no time, her café was the second busiest restaurant in town. Only the Laramie Hotel's red and gold decorated dining room drew more people.
Sonny developed a surprising identity. Although a half-breed, he no longer looked Indian. He stopped talking about his childhood in Comanche country, and lived in the present. He was an ordinary young cowboy living in Laramie, and looked like everybody else.
Sally Bergeron, the widowed daughter of Judge Bergeron, came to work, as a cook, alongside Sonny. Sonny spent less time in the kitchen cooking, thanks to Sally's helping hand.
Sally was a mature woman, in her late thirties. She had no children and her husband perished from a fall in Yellowstone. She was polite, gentle when she spoke, and best of all, the woman could cook.
The extra help made a difference. The Café was open Monday through Friday and closed on weekends. Dinner menu was whatever the special happened to be. However, one could always order steak and eggs. They offered only coffee and pie, providing there was some pie in the kitchen.
Sonny, Slater and Joseph were now staying in town. They didn't purposely hang out together in public, but often got together. It meant nothing. With so many unmarried women, they never dated, and avoided them.
Folks used the term "Homo." The word was a sign of the times. Some believed that Homos, walked and talked funny, but real men did not.
Slater, Sonny, and Joe, were wranglers, and ranch hands, tough as nails and real men. However, in private they were sex driven slut addicts hungering to be together. Their talking was actually porn, however, they knew nothing about porn. They wanted to talk dirty thinking it was sexy. "Sexy to them meant you were hot." Things haven't changed much there!
Over time, there was much happening in Joey's room, and he like the name Joey, more and more. The room was next to where Sonny slept. Slater, being down the street, joined them as often as possible. They would have marvelous times as a threesome doing what came naturally, with a little creativity, and a lot of imagination.
Missing, from the group was Jake, and they missed him terribly. He could fucked like a rabbit, and completely versatile when naked. Jake, the down to earth cowboy stud with the biggest cock, was staying on the farm with Herman and Lucy, Herman's new wife.
He (Jake) found Slater, in the Stagecoach ride to Laramie, then Sonny in his bedroom on the farm. Lastly, he sucked off Joe at Laura Jenkin's boarding house. Now, everybody had each other, only they no longer had Jake.
It didn't set well with Slater, not having Jake with them. Sonny grew up with Jake, on the farm, seeing him since he was twelve years old, plus he loved his big cock and handsome looks. They really clicked.
Joey, the newcomer, longed to fuck him twice in a row. He was the hungriest homo wanting to get into Jake's pants. They all agreed the time they spent together was never wasted. In fact, it was a bonus – their bonus. Three was company, but four was a club sandwich. Having a favorite sex brother never meant anything serious. They lived according to their own rules. Their active minds thought as one.
******* A large painted green, gold, and white sign hung from short chains in front of the mercantile. Johnathan and Sarah named the place "ROCKER'S COUNTRY STORE."
"How's she look, son?" Johnathan asked Slater.
"You better reply "great," declared Sarah. " Your pa has been frettin over this for weeks. Now, the sign is finished and swaying in the breeze, that is, if we ever get a breeze," she added with a chuckle. Several people came into the store, so they stopped gabbing and went back to work.
Later that day, while opening freight in the back room; Slater's pa mentioned he was going to hire somebody to work at the store. It was becoming too busy, for the two of them.
Everything was fine when started, and now rowdy cowboys stealing merchandise, was something to deal with. However with growth comes change, and they were feeling the pain.
Johnathan and Sarah, managed the store, and Slater loaded and unloaded shipments of freight. There were grain bags to stack, burlap sacks of flour and sugar to store in a dry room, plus all kind of farm tools and supplies to inventory, price and display. No doubt about it, they could use an extra hand.
"Give the job to Jake pa. Since Herman has his wife running the house, Jake has to pitch hay to earn wages." Slater informed his pa.
"What's wrong with pitching hay?"
"Nothing –there is nothing wrong with it, and it needs doing. However, Herman has ranch hands for that work. He doesn't need Jake for that."
"I think that is a wonderful idea," interrupted Sarah. "We are good friends with Herman, and Jake is such a wonderful young man."
"Should I ask him, Pa?"
"You better your ma thinks he is wonderful. See if he would like the job," agreed Johnathan. "He can stay right here, there is a spare bedroom upstairs. Food is easy, I have a store filled with vittles."
"No, hold on there. The spare room has to stay vacant. Grandma needs that room when she comes to Laramie. Jake can bunk with Slater. They get along okay, should be no fighting," declared Sarah.
"Would you be open to sharing your room with Jake?" asked his father. "I don't want trouble from you two over something dumb. No fighting!"
"Naw, Jake is my best friend. We agree on everything," Slater admitted, thinking he better say nothing more.
Slater's parent would need a license to know what he was thinking. This was a perfect way for Jake to be with him. Jake needed to be in Laramie. Slater would just have to wait and see.
As for Jake, he had been waiting for this since seeing Slater in the stagecoach. He could always use something to nibble on, and Slater was perfect. There was a whole bunch of gorgeous in that cowboy.
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