"Return of the Denton Boys
Part 8
Chad looked at Clara; with her hands clutched she stared at the letter resting on Chad's knee. "Oh my," she gasped, something she always said.
"That sounds strange," said Rudy.
"STRANGE!! That is a freakin "love em and leave em broke" plan if I ever heard of one," barked Jesse.
"Watch your language Jesse, you don't know a thing about this man, and we don't use that word around here, scolded Clara.
"What word – FREAKIN? - Okay ma, to please you, but it still is a freakin hustle; by the way Lucy describes it."
"You could be right, but we are gonna put Lucy out of our minds. What she decides, is nothing for you and me to be concerned over," said Clara.
"I'm with your thinking," agreed Chad. Lucy is my sister, but I'm not her keeper. Everybody stopped talking having no regrets.
"I'm going to the bunkhouse," said Rudy. This is Dentin business and I don't need to hear it." Then he leaped from the stoop and walked away.
"He is a sensible young man. I like Rudy a lot," said Clara. He is talented."
"That he is," added Jesse, watching the wiggle on Rudy's butt as he strolled away from the stoop. "I do believe that young man has talent," he groaned.
Chad knew exactly what Jesse was thinking. He loved fucking a wrangler's butt, and Rudy was a package that needed unwrapping. Clara, as expected, caught on to nothing.
Chad and Jesse finished unloading the supplies from the wagon. They put everything in the store room for Clara. Jesse drove the empty wagon to the barn and Chad hopped in for a ride to the bunkhouse.
"Are you getting in that wrangler's britches," asked Chad?"
"Who, are you talkin about Rudy?"
"I ain't sayin Annie Oakley," Chad replied a little sarcastic.
"Nope, not with Rudy, that's what your butt is for," Jesse stated being sure of himself.
`It ain't no more."
"What is that supposed to mean,"
"You're on your own – get fuckin married and poke holes all you want," stated Chad. "You need a good woman who fucks like a rabbit. That might cool you down a bit."
"I'm doin just that," confirmed Jesse. "I'm getting me a wife."
They put the wagon under cover and walked to the bunkhouse together. There was no animosity between them. They actually prized one another.
The three of them, Sawyer, Jesse and Chad, were Denton's first and cowboys second. They shared everything including, the good, the (not so good) and even their bodies when hunger struck their fancy, or when one of them wanted a poke. They differed in their opinions at times, but it never meant a thing, except plain old jawin to pass the time of day.
Sex was what they knew about, and what they did together. They weren't queer homosexuals like people in New York, Boston and Philadelphia – not in Austin where cowpokes like the Denton boys lived. Naw, none of that stuff, they were cowboys, who messed with other cowboys, plain and simple, that's all it was.
The farm boys, would stroke off together, or fuck, in the barn, but never talked about what people would never understand. They kept "pecker playing," to themselves living a clandestine life.
That evening, Chad and Jesse played checkers, while the extra ranch hands were sleeping in the other room.
"Are you sure you're not jumpin the gun" asked Chad.
"What do you mean," Jesse inquired.
"Getting hitched with Amanda, you know she just wants a husband."
"Who the fuck cares, I just want a woman," confessed Jesse.
"It ain't supposed to work that way, from what I gather. You gotta study on this. Where you gonna live? Her pa is rich, how yuh gonna keep up with that? Besides, you gotta be in love."
"LOVE – who needs love, I'll think of something," Jesse answered, not liking where this talking was headed.
"Amanda ain't about to scrub floors from morning to night like a farm women who is poor, and takin in washing...Yass sir - you bet yur dumper, you gotta know women, before a ring goes in your nose." Chad concluded.
"We're jawin about dumb wedding plans," said Jesse. "However, I stock no need in that stuff, that's what women do."
"Okay, pay me no never mind, I'm just jawin. Are you still goin to put your pecker in men?" Chad asked.
"Not today." Jesse replied, gotta trust my instincts."
Chad put Jesse's marriage out of his mind and went to sleep, thinking about Lucy's letter.
When Lucy wrote the words - "You have no idea how wonderful it feels being loved by a man, who turns night into day, just being by your side," she described Chad's love for Sawyer, who constantly turned his night into day.
The following day, Jesse sat at the kitchen table talking to his ma, (Clara) and Pa, (Ezra.) She kept trying to give him something to eat, but Jesse just wanted to talk about getting married.
"It's like this..." Jesse began.
"Hold on a piece," interrupted Ezra. "It ain't up to your ma and me to be telling you who to marry and hearing your business. You're grown now, and you have to fix what needs fixing," declared Ezra.
"Oh hush up, and let the boy talk. Stop being a badger," Clara said to her husband giving him a stern look.
"Maybe I'll head out to the barn," said Ezra.
"Go ahead pa, and miss hearing about the Denton family vs the Phinny family, after Amanda and I are hitched."
"What is that supposed to mean? Clay Phinny's is getting a "Denton" for a son in law. Is that what yur fussing about," said Ezra.
"We are getting Amanda, for a daughter," added Clara, "don't forget that."
"Yup, and more," replied Jesse. He felt comfortable once he started talking.
"Amanda is bossy like you wouldn't find nowhere, and we ain't even hitch yet. She makes Calamity Jane look like a beginner. I fear she is powerfully spoiled by her pa, being the only girl on the ranch. It ain't anything I can't handle directly, but why have conflict when yur newly hitched," Jesse stated.
"What conflict are you talking about?" asked his ma, now taking an interest in Jesse's words. "You know it's the bride who plans the wedding, the men folk just go along with it." She added.
"That ain't it. I don't give a hang about any harebrained wedding. It's afterwards that's got bumps lifting on the back of my neck."
Ezra pulled his chair closer to Jesse and Clara sat next to him. "Talk!" said his pa.
"Yesterday, I got to jawin with Clay Phinny and he has the future planned out. He is Amanda's pa, and will decide what is best for her. I'm her husband, but she listens to her pa. It's something crazy like that."
"I ain't stupid, and that ain't the way marriage supposed to be. A husband takes care of his wife," said Jesse.
"That doesn't sound too awful, if he wants to help out," said Clara.
"Amanda doesn't want to leave the Phinny ranch, and mighty sure about that. She said, we will live on the Phinny farm, where she feels at home. That didn't set well with me, and it got worse, complained Jesse."
"I will work for Clay and get paid when I need to buy something. That's me, working against my own pa. I ain't about to do that. No sir - I just ain't gonna work for Clay Phinny, and I told him that."
"If he was to give me permission to marry his daughter, that's what it takes. Honest injun, this is what he said. I ain't twisting a twig, but he doesn't know a Denton. It doesn't set well with somebody else's pa telling me what I have to do." Jesse continued clearly upset.
"Oh my," said Clara. "No, that doesn't set well at all."
Ezra leaned forward with his hands clenched together, a scowl on his face, and his pipe clenched between his teeth. "Yup, that is not a good start," he mumbled, finally saying something.
"I don't want to work on the Phinny farm, and sure ain't about to live there. Amanda doesn't want to leave, and live on Denton land. Did you ever hear of such goings on?" I want my own land and house."
"Jesse, my boy, there is only one thing left to do," said his pa.
"I already did it. I took back the proposal and told Amanda to grow up and be a woman, not a little daddy's girl."
"She agreed. We are just not right for one another." Jesse finally concluded.
"Do you love her?" asked Clara.
"Not especially – Dang it, NO, she is annoying." Jesse admitted.
"It's just what I suspected. Stay away from the Phinny farm and let things simmer to a stop. The right one will come along; just don't jump at the first unmarried female," cautioned his ma.
When Jesse told Sawyer and Chad the reason for not getting married, they waited until everybody had gone off to the pasture to work.
The three of them, went to the hayloft for the wildest sex, they could muster up and still be able to walk back to the bunkhouse.
Jesse fucked them both and for the first time, he guzzled Sawyer and Chad's cocks. Cum moved in their balls like cream in the butter churn.
First Sawyer and then Chad filled Jesse with cum that he accepted smiling each time they shot on his lips. He wanted to be with them more than being married. It was always that way, but now he recognized it as being necessary. - Jesse at last, was home.
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