"The Denton Boys"
Part 15
The following day, Sawyer and Tom went to town to buy a heap of smooth planks, and boards for table benches and legs. They tossed a coin to see who was going to drive the wagon and Tom won. Sawyer agreed to drive on the return trip. Tom was okay, tho Sawyer disliked him at first, changed his mind after working side by side with him.
Louie Simian, who owned the only sawmill within thirty miles, selected the best lumber he had for sale. It was smooth with no knotholes and good for making furniture. Jesse knew Clara personally, nobody knew it, including Ezra, but Louie was sweet on Clara many long years ago. However, that was then, and now is now.
The wagon was loaded and Louie told Sawyer his pa could pay him the first of the month for the lumber. Sawyer insisted on paying directly as pa instructed him to do. Many farmers charged their purchases, but not Ezra. He only bought things, when he had the cash.
"Wanna get a beer before heading back, "asked Tommy.
"Sure," replied Sawyer. "Do you think you can talk? You are always so blank quiet."
"I talk," he replied.
"Do you like women?"
"I like `em fine, but they don't like me. We ain't gettin a whore, are we? I know the whores don't give no never mind that I'm not one of those pretty dudes, just plain," said Tom.
"No, we ain't doin that. I don't cotton to them whores. There is nothing wrong with `plain.' The best stuff comes plain wrapped," quoted Sawyer, sounding sincere.
"My hand is my best friend," replied Tom obviously uncomfortable. I use my hand to rub one out, while hiding in the barn. I don't want to talk about this anymore," he concluded.
"Me neither, it's stupid, but at least you are talking now."
"I told you, I could talk."
"Sawyer slapped Tom on the back and smiled at him. Tom smiled back which was rare to see but worth it. He had a nice smile and his teeth looked good for somebody who chewed tobacco. Today there was no chewing at all.
"C'mon cowboy, I'm buying," said Sawyer walking towards the Ranch saloon. It was noontime and the whores worked mainly at night. During the day, cowboys were out of reach of sluts such as Fanny and Crystal. Just the same, one never knew about whores.
The Ranch served a free sandwich lunch of bread, sliced meat, pickles and hard-boiled eggs, for cowboys who bought a beer. It was set up at the end of the bar with a sign. "Buy a beer and help yourself."
They ordered two beers and then grabbed a hard-boiled egg and a saltshaker. Leaning against the bar, they continued talking and munching. They past the salt shaker back and forth laughing and sharing food like good old farm boys.
Tom was seldom this friendly before and Sawyer was convinced he would be returning to the farm with a new man by the name of Tom.
The wagon loaded with planks, set next to the sawmill ready for pick up. The boys walked along the gravel road to retrieve it.
Thare she be just a hankering to be driven to the farm, for ma's new table." Tom spouted stroking the horse's neck.
"Yup, that's a pascal of some mighty fine shavens." agreed Sawyer.
"Okay Denton boss man, number two, you are driving, chuckled Tom.
"Yep, I be doin the driving, but I ain't no boss man. Pa's the boss and I take orders just like the rest of the men on the farm."
"That's quite a telling; sort of a clearing of the air," chuckled Tom.
"Get your ass on this wagon it's lost up here all by my lonesome."
"We can't be havin that – move over Denton," declared Tom plunking his long frame next to Sawyer.
Sawyer drove the wagon back as agreed and Tom talked about the dumbest things imaginable. Once he started rambling, he talked constantly. He was an okay cowboy for sure, in a good-natured sexy way.
Once they got back to the ranch, they drove off the main road over a rough trail. The trail was a shortcut leading directly to the barn, where pa wanted the lumber dropped off.
"Yeses, nobody is around," said Sawyer.
"I knew that, they are in the north pasture clearing rocks from the creek so the water flows better. There are three of them, and they didn't need us. We got sent to town for the lumber," said Tom. "I can unload the wagon by myself," he continued.
"Nope, we're a team. I do what you do," insisted Sawyer.
Tom smiled at Sawyer pulling on one of the boards. "Dang, you are strong, what I see on the surface is only a fraction of who you are."
Sawyer laughed and babbled, "Don't stop Sawyer, when he's on a roll." They finished unloading the wagon stacking the planks inside the barn out of the weather. Sawyer was strong and looked mighty good shirtless, however Tom was no slouch, and close in age to Sawyer. They worked well together, and with a simple trip to town, it brought them closer.
Tom went behind the barn to piss away the beer. Sawyer did the same thing standing near him.
"Move a stretch to the left. I'm pulling out the big hog for a piss." Tom mumbled to Sawyer.
"Don't fret Tom, I ain't lookin at your pecker," said Sawyer alongside him.
"I don't care what you look at, nothing shy about me," Tom replied, after pissing and shaking his dick with pee drops hitting the ground.
"That's a fetching pecker, you've got there. The women must love riding that thing." Sawyer blurted out not caring how he spoke.
"I don't have much luck with women, so they ain't `bout seein it."
"You're joshing?" mumbled Sawyer. Can I touch it?"
"Nope, don't reckon so, its gospel," replied Tom locking glances with him. "Ahh what the heck, maybe I'm joshing, you can touch it. Just don't be stroking it and wakin "Peter-Pete" back up."
"So in other words, I have to guess if you like women or not, is that what yur sayin?"
"Pretty much!"
"Well, that's humbling," mumbled Sawyer, fixated on the hefty bump that was definitely Tom's most wanted feature. He changed his mind however about touching, and didn't want to start something knowing how sex driven he was for warm cock.
Jesse and Sawyer were staying in the bunkhouse now, and Clara and Ezra liked the stillness in the house. At least, they thought they did.
"We need a bigger house," declared Clara.
"We need a bigger everything around here," replied Ezra. "The farm has grown into a cattle ranch and it's nothing but more people to hire and more work that needs doing every day."
Clara reminded her husband, with work came cash in the bank.
"Yeahh, I'm turning into one of those rich maggots," bragged Ezra.
"Its magnate," smiled Clara careful about correcting him.
"Ain't that what I just said?" mumbled Ezra.
"It was close enough."
"How much money is in the bank," Clara asked her husband. His spelling was terrible, but he was good at writing numbers with a pencil, in a book.
"A decent amount," he replied.
"Is there a number you can tack on to that decent amount?"
"Now, that will take some figuring, and I am gonna have to do a `look-see.' But don't raddle your sweet head." Ezra mumbled struggling for educated words.
"That's fine – mighty fine," replied Clara handing him a chunk of gingerbread and a mug of coffee.
"Sure is quiet here, not having Jesse and Sawyer to jaw with, here on the stoop," Ezra commented.
"It is quiet – too quiet. Search your mind and see what to do. The place is getting bigger all the time, and every year we are getting older. You know what that means?" said Clara.
"A bigger birthday cake?"
"Oh, for heaven sakes," - Clara could see this was going nowhere, so she changed the conversation. Scarlet O'Hara wasn't the first woman who thought tomorrow was another day.
"I wonder if the boys are okay in the bunkhouse."
"Good gracious woman! Is that what's makin you unsettled? The boys are spit lickin good, stop fretting," said Ezra. "They are havin a hurrah, `cause I hear fiddle playing, whoopin and hollering. Now don't tell me that ain't fitting for young-in's? They are cowboys."
"I suppose that's right," agreed Clara.
"I'm always right," bragged Ezra.
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