"The Denton Boys" Part 2
Some cowpokes were hombres, rough and often dangerous. Sawyer had to tread carefully, or go the straight route with women and hope for the best. However, women were an unlikely route, and he shuttered at the thought.
He was a Texas bred farm boy, and not about to ignore his genuine self-worth. He was seriously comfortable with male masculinity soaking his brain and clogging his thought process. Now, he wanted to go, "Where only a few cowboys like him, had dared to travel."
It was a perfect day, yet Ezra Denton seemed to be irritable. He would get cranky without reason or warning. "Now" thought Jesse, "What's his problem?"
"Boys, I have been tellin you for days now," barked their Pa, annoyed over a wagon wheel, which was nothing.
"What's up pa?" chimed in Sawyer, wondering why pa was so grumpy.
"There is a bucket of grease inside the barn door – use it. The wheel on the front left of the wagon, needs greasing. It is dry and squeaky. Next the damn thing will be fallin off."
"I'll getter done pa," said Jesse, and headed for the barn.
Another cattle drive passed not far from the Denton homestead, headed towards Austin. There is no mistaking a cattle drive. The dirt, whopping and hollowing gives it away every time.
Sitting on the stoop of their home, Ezra puffed away on a cigar watching the trail dust rise several feet in the air, made by a weary herd of cattle.
"Austin is going to be rowdy the next couple of days," said Ezra. "These drovers have been herding cattle for weeks or maybe even a month. They're set to raise hell, in town."
"You don't know that," replied Sawyer, sitting in a rope swing on the stoop.
"Maybe so son, but let me tell you, I know lots of things – yup plenty."
"Chad, from Fort Kilmer, told me that the town was peaceful." Said Sawyer.
"Eh, what does a saddle tramp scouting for the army, know about drovers anyway? It's a cattle town," pa replied. "In the morning, at first light, I am riding into Austin. We need a bull for stud service, and the pickins should be just right." Ezra continued tapping his cigar on a stoop rail.
"I'll go too," said Clara. I need sugar and a couple of sacks of flour. The boys can come with me, and drive the wagon."
At daylight, Ezra rode horseback on a trail going to town. Clara and the boys took the only road leading in that direction. Clara sat in the middle between her two strapping sons. Sawyer drove the wagon and Jesse pushed close to his ma, putting his arm around her back.
The town was not rowdy in the least, but crowded more than usual and very noisy. The sound of cattle, and the aroma from herds of animals, filled the air with a smell, never to be mistaken for perfume.
Clara and Jesse went to the general store for supplies and Sawyer, walked around town looking for coffee. He trotted along the raised wooden sidewalks and stopped at a bench to sit and scan the buildings for some joint serving coffee.
He adjusted his crotch trying to flatten the bulge between his legs. As long as "pecker Pete" stayed sleeping, he looked okay. Gaping at the cowboys straddling their mounts, didn't go so well. He wanted a naked cowboy in the worse way.
His throat did a double swaller, when he spotted Chad, crossing the dirt street and heading straight for him.
"Dang," he thought, "there is the cowboy I want naked and could have had it too, but as usual, I screwed it up heapin bad."
"Well, I'll be, - you got your ass to town. Push over, I'll share the bench," said Chad, slapping him gently on the back. "How you be doin, partner?"
"I'm ok, my pa is getting a bull and bother Jesse is fetching supplies with ma at the general store."
"So what are you `bout doin?" asked Chad.
`Nothing, I'm sitting and lookin for a spot to get some coffee."
"Dang dog it, and here I thought you were looking for me," Chad replied smirking.
"Naw, although you are the wildness critter with bones best put together, that I ever did see."
"Shore wild alright. Scared you plenty seeing my bones stripped down naked," replied Chad. "Do you remember that?"
"Are you still out at the fort?" asked Sawyer, ignoring Chad's question.
"Not any more. I left that job. It was stupid being an errand boy for little pay and handling the dirty work for the Colonel. I got a job at the livery stable, in town. I like it better."
"And got a girlfriend, I suppose."
"Wrong again. You should know that," Chad said looking at Sawyer.
"I should? How you figure?"
"Your eyes say what you're thinking. They give you away every time," he added. "Why partner, you're a cowboy, one of the feller's mighty fine to look upon," he continued.
There were a few minutes of silence before Sawyer could answer with words that sounded grown up. He got an instant erection and there was no way to hide it.
"You're in a powerful state seeing me," said Chad, noticing Sawyer bulge and getting bigger. "You're a regular fireball with talent."
"I'm not good at some words. I am better at doin than talkin. Don't you see how talkin gets to me?"
"There is no missing that thing. C'mon," mumbled Chad standing up.
"Where are we going?"
"You said you wanted coffee; let's give your pecker a chance to die down."
They were next door to a snack joint that sold coffee. It was poorly marked with a dinky sign barely noticeable. There were half dozen tables with cattlemen munching down on lord knows what.
"How about eggs," suggested Chad?
"I ate earlier, just coffee, but you go ahead."
They drank coffee and talked. This wasn't unusual, seeing cowpokes eating, drinking or talking, in a town full of cattlemen and cowboys.
"Is there something particular, that you want to talk about?" inquired sawyer hoping it would be sex, but it didn't happen.
"We're friends," aren't we?" asked Chad.
"I think we are, I gotta tell you that tomorrow is my birthday and I am a man," mumbled Sawyer. "I'll be twenty-three, dang we could be brothers, but of course, we ain't."
"I guess you are a man; I have to stop callin you kid. I am twenty-six, or maybe twenty-five. Don't really know for sure. I only know what my ma told me before she died. My grandmother never talked about my age," Chad confessed.
"I could use a partner for prospecting gold," continued Chad. "Why, they say the gold in Colorado is making prospectors rich. The gold just jumps from the river into the pan. Move on from that farm and come with me to Colorado, as partners we can pan during the day, then sleep out under the stars at night doing things we like doin, what do you say?"
"Naw, I couldn't go to Colorado. Pa is not getting any younger and he needs Jesse and me on the farm."
"Are you choosing horse shit over gold?
"I'm choosing the farm" Sawyer replied.
"Shore `nuff, that's a good answer. We'll see, mumbled Chad, we'll see."
"A cowpoke has to be someplace, and Colorado isn't it," said Sawyer.
Back on the street, Chad walked with Sawyer to the general store to catch up with his ma and brother Jesse. "Remember this fellow," asked Sawyer, when his ma saw Chad with him.
"I do," exclaimed Jesse before Clara had a chance to answer. "You're from Fort Kilmer buying cattle...right?"
"Yup, but no longer, I'm in town now, at the livery stable. I remember your homemade bread, out on the farm," he said to Clara.
"Stop out anytime." she told Chad.
"I'll do that. I like fishing and Sawyer is going to show me some good fishing. You should come along too Jesse," Chad mumbled...
"Uh, yeah, sure...okay," replied Jesse, knowing the invite was for something to say. He guessed fishing was not happening, and Chad was storyin to their ma.
Chad left, returning to the livery stable. Sawyer watched him walk, trying not to be obvious about it. He liked seeing those sexy bones moving through the dusty street. Something this good, needs remembering.
The boys loaded the wagon with Clara's supplies. Their ma had two forty lb. sacks of flour, sugar, dry beans, powered chocolate, canned peaches, dry yeast, a cloth blanket and some spices. Alvin Foster, the storeowner, threw in fabric, and white thread, at no charge, for Clara. Jesse snuck a bottle of firewater whisky in the wagon for pa, not telling anybody.
Clara spent more than planned and was concerned about the much-needed flour tipping over, with the roads being so bumpy.
Jesse drove the wagon back to the farm at a slow steady pace. The horses went from trotting to walking. Sawyer snuggled close to Clara, kissing her cheek.
Sawyer remembered the way Chad strutted along on the street, with long legs, precision steps and his body moving like a robust cowboy. The bouncing of the wagon caused his cock to stir and grow to where it was noticeable. "Dang," he thought, "here I go again." He covered the growing bulge from his ma, sitting beside him. Sawyer's thoughts about Chad were reaching a place of emptiness, but determined not to let that happen, he babbled on talking about the weather of all things.
That evening, lying in bed, Jesse said to his brother Sawyer. "Want to tell me about it?"
"I will, when there is something to tell."
"That wasn't the greatest reply in the world, however Jesse figured there was something between his brother and the cowboy Chad.
"Do you have a story to tell," asked Jesse.
"Yeah, I do. Chad wants me to be his partner prospecting for gold in Colorado," said Sawyer, finally deciding to talk.
"Are you doin it?"
"Naw, there is no guarantee for gold, except talking about it."
"Jesse placed Sawyer's hand on his crotch and closed his eyes. "Yo brother, I'll be getting me a whore soon; although for now, how `bout milken my pecker"
"Okay, I can do that."
"I know you can," Jesse replied pulling off his underwear and kicking them aside.
To be continued...
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