"Return of the Denton Boys" By Justin Balancier
Part 1
Hundreds of beef cattle including some Texas Longhorns clustered together in groves while hundreds more in the upper pasture, of the Denton Ranch, swooped across the land under a cloudy southern sky.
Ranch owners found Longhorns easy to rise without the continuous supervision often required by other breeds. Ezra had mastered close to a thousand head of beef cattle including some longhorns.
The Denton family had come a long way from the first time they set foot in the Lone Star State. The original homestead was a tranquil prairie farm. Twenty one years sailed by like the wind, and now Ezra's little farm was known as the Denton Ranch.
After Chad's addition of the Higgin's farm to Ezra' Denton's land, their property stood out as "The big outfit, "from the rest of the surrounding farms. Chad once called it, the "Denton's Ponderosa," and it was all of that.
With the dispatching of time comes change. It was 1896, and four years had passed since Chad deeded over the Higgin's property to Ezra. The former home of Pearl and Lester Higgins stood empty and lonely soaking in the Texas sun. As well intended, as everybody tried to be for having a hunting cabin, it was a terrible idea.
Truth be known, Chad called it a hunting cabin but, that was not so. He wanted it as a place to use for butt poking, kissing and pecker licking with Sawyer, not his real brother, but the love of his life.
Now, close to five years later - Chad and Sawyer were dumping nutt for sure in places secluded while out on the range, or hiding in the hayloft. They were forever bonded at the hip; however, the hunger to sleep together had cooled. They slept in different bunks each night, in the bunkhouse. They were so well connected it was just a matter being together day after day.
Ezra wasn't stumbling in the dark, but the bunkhouse was already filled to capacity. The cowpokes were Jesse, Sawyer, Chad, Tom, Hank, Joe and Rudy. It held six bunks, becoming crowded when Rudy hitched on making number seven.
There is something controlling about a farm. The work never stops and you're never satisfied, so things are constantly changing. Clara was feeding the chickens, gathering eggs and picking vegetables for mealtime. The boys went off doing the cores and heavy lifting.
Hank, now the ranch foreman, was put in charge of hiring and doling out the daily work. He ran what Ezra called his Ponderosa. Ezra chose Hank because he understood efficient ways for getting the work accomplished based on farming experience.
Joe was a reform saddle tramp, with no place to call home. He had his flaws when it came to polish, but could do the work of two men. Besides being smart, Joe was big, but not clumsy big. Jesse liked big men, and the two of them hit it off right from the start. Yes, Joe was a newcomer.
The other wrangler was Randolph Sparks, who went by the name of Rudy. He was in his mid-twenties, cute as a button, and all around good guy. Rudy was a lot like Sawyer, but lacked Sawyers sex appeal and handsome body.
Rudy was hard working and the men liked having him around. He played guitar and sang songs, every one of which, he wrote himself. He was rather protective of his guitar that once belonged to his pa, who sang in a saloon for a drink of whisky. His pa got shot by a jealous lover one dark rainy night while poking a whore who happened to be the shooter's woman. The realism scared Rudy more than a little. Despite the tragedy, he had bucket loads of good memories. The best memory was the guitar that his pa left him.
Tom was like a member of the family. He spent time around Clara watching her bake pies and whipping up hearty meals on the old cast iron cook stove. She called him Tommy, so he used that name, as well as Tom.
Watching Clara cook didn't set well with Hank who farmed out jobs every morning. It didn't seem to bother Ezra, so Hank didn't make an issue over it. Tom worked well and did his job like everybody else, and what more could anybody ask?
In the morning, the boys (all the men were called `The Boys') ate a hearty breakfast of flapjacks and sausage, and then set out to do the ranching chores on horseback. It took a crew of men to run everything smoothly, especially during branding, cutting and baling time.
Not everything happened on the range. The barns and coops needed shoveling out, the cows, (although not many) milked and plenty of slopping and feeding of the animals. The farm still housed calves, chickens, pigs, and a skimpy herd of goats. Ezra raised horses for trading and selling as well as ponies. He was now a gentleman farmer, no longer working alongside the men like in the good old days. Now, he handled the books, and paper work.
"I'll be back rightly," said Chad to the boys in the bunkhouse. Nobody gave a heed, and didn't respond with as much as a wink. The wranglers paid little attention to somebody coming and going, unless it was work related.
Jesse turned to his brother Sawyer; "Chad is heading towards the house.
Suppose he's gonna talk with pa?"
"I reckon he is, but you know how he says a little, and works a lot." "Do you suppose he's movin on, and taking you with him?" quizzed Jesse. "No." "Maybe he's asking for a raise...wait, this is Chad, money is nothing he gives a hoot about," continued Jesse. "What do you suppose he is up too?
"Suppose you ask him," replied Sawyer, concerned but not showing it.
"I'm going to bring pa, the bill of sale for the horse that Hank bought yesterday for Rudy to ride. He likes getting the paperwork," said Jesse.
"Going to snoop – huh? Going to be gone long; when are you coming back?"
"I'll be gone long enough for you to miss me." Jesse babbled, giving his cock a grab for Sawyer to see.
"I will miss you terribly," mumble his brother Sawyer. They were still riveted sexually; some things never change. It's all straight ahead...
To be continued ...
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