"The Denton Boys"
Part 3
It was before sun up, when the boys, started their chores. Today they were going to Austin, and you never waste time, when there is somewhere to go.
Austin was a quiet place during the day, except for a ruckus here and there. Aside from having a glass of beer, Jesse was not a drinker, but needed the saloons to find a whore who would give him a poke. The whisky and card sharks were plentiful, so were the whores for $2.00 a poke.
The thought of following a cowboy, or some drunk, poking the same hole, disgusted Sawyer. Jesse didn't think of it that way, and wanted to see what a grown up girlie poke felt like.
He remembered at age fifteen, being hassled by drunken cowboys to poke a whore. They paid the $2 bucks and brought him to the room. She was sloppy drunk, wet and messy between her legs. He ran from the room, but later said he got a poke, so they wouldn't laugh at him. Nobody knew about the story, not even brother Sawyer. Jesse was too embarrassed to talk about it, so he didn't.
They worked like robots finishing their chores missing nothing, covering their tracks, wherever they took shortcuts.
"That will do it," said Jesse, then, he put Gracie, the family cow, out to pasture for some green grass. Sawyer named her, cause his ma liked the name Grace."
Sawyer poured the milk in a lid covered galvanized can fastened to a rope. He lowered it into a hand-dug hole in the ground. The dugout hole banked with bales of straw for insulation, included chunks of river ice saved from the winter. This was their only refrigeration for the milk can.
Their ma used milk or water, in most of her cooking. They kept whisky for cuts and bruises. Pa had his private jug that Clara knew nothing about. With the chickens fed and a skimpy amount of eggs gathered. The female hog named Billie, had mush in the trough for slopping. The horses, in the fenced in pasture, were running and grazing. Everything looked right with the world.
There was still wood to split, but that would have to wait. Their ma had the wood box filled, so waiting until later was of no concern to anybody. There was still fence mending, but their pa planned to work on that.
Jesse threw down some clean hay in the horse stalls. "There, Dottie," he said to the horse, now you can keep your hoofs dry from this pee ammonia soaked urine floor."
Jesse hugged the oversize pony and latched the stall door, before going back to the house. Looking like bookends, they left the barn together. The morning chores were under control.
They stopped to clean up in the creek. There was no playing around this time, using water only to wash away barn odors.
In their room, Jesse put on clean underwear / clothes, and scrapped some manure from a boot, holding it out the window.
"What do you think?" questioned Jesse, putting back on the clean boots, tight pants and shirt, standing tall, a powerful looking Texas cowboy.
"You won't have trouble getting a poke. Hell, I would open my hole for you myself, if I thought that big pecker would fit, ha-ha, I'm only funning!"
Their pa came from the barn caring a broken harness. "Take this to the harness shop and get it refastened. It should cost about 50 cents, or a little more. He handed Sawyer a dollar. "Take care of this son."
"Will do, Pa, Sawyer replied, stuffing the harness into his saddlebag.
"There will be some leftover stew on the stove if you boys get back hungry," said their mother. "Oh, and apple pie too."
"Well, get mounted Brother Sawyer," we are goin to town."
"Yep, that does kinda settle things, let's ride."
Ezra Denton sat on the steps of the stoop watching his boys disappear to the clacking sound of horse hoofs. They rode out of sight, but he still kept watching the dust stirred up by the horses.
"Our boys are grown, ma!" he said. "I hate seeing them ride off."
"Don't be silly, they are grown men now, you just said so yourself."
"Blasted, don't remind me. Still, they are not here," Ezra, continued.
"Good golly, they are only going to town, not Arizona," she replied.'
"I know but supposin they meet some church woman, with daughters and decide to hitch up and have kids. Just suppose that!" barked her husband.
"CHURCH! That isn't happening, they ain't doin any hitchin in three hours."
"I suppose you're right."
"Pa, there is too much "supposing" going on here. Come inside for some coffee and pie."
"Is it still warm?"
"For you, I will make sure of it. Good grief," she mumbled.
Ezra took a bite of the pie. "This shore taste fine, ma – real tongue ticklin."
"I don't like Jesse and Sawyer in town alone," admitted Ezra.
"You have said that three times. Give it a rest, they are grown men."
The trail to Austin was a bit quicker going cross country, than the main road used by wagons, the stagecoach, mail riders, and of course farmers.
"Which way?" yelled Sawyer to Jesse, coming to the fork in the road. They stopped riding to talk for a minute, as if the decision was major.
"You are in a hurry, I suppose the horse trail going cross country," said Sawyer.
"Nah, I'm not in any hurry. I told you that, so you would work faster doin the chores."
"Is that so?"
"Yep...you pissed?"
"Nah."
"Okay, let's take the main road and ride into town like ordinary people."
"Ordinary people?"
There is the stagecoach up ahead. We can trail behind it like settlers going to town for supplies. You know – ordinary," explained Jesse.
"Geeze, that's crazy. Never mind, let's get movin. I can taste the cold beer right abought now."
"Brother Sawyer, you never fail to amaze me," mumbled Jesse, kicking his horse to start moving. "A cold beer – how about that?"
The stagecoach pulled into Austin with Jesse and Sawyer following a fair ways behind it.
They were vigilant about making mistakes. Their pa taught them what should pass for logic, only this time they messed up, going to town. on horseback, behind a stagecoach, was a poor idea. With a coach pulled by six galloping horses, the air was loaded with flying dust.
"You messed up this time," Sawyer teased his brother constantly the last mile to Austin.
"I'm obliged to apologize. I wasn't thinkin about trail dust," admitted Jesse.
They tied their horses to a hitching rail in front of a store selling hardware and farm supplies. After stretching their muscles, they stepped on to the wooden sidewalk.
"Say, old timer, do you know where I can find the harness shop?" asked Sawyer.
"Yup."
"Well, where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The harness shop?" Sawyer repeated himself.
"Ain't got none!" He was making no sense, whatsoever.
A woman came from of the hardware caring an armful of packages. Jesse noticed immediately she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. She was overly friendly, something proper women avoided, with men they didn't know.
"The harness shop is part of the livery stable," she exclaimed. "Pay no mind to old Lucas. He is the town drunk, and most of the time he thinks it's Tuesday. Believe me; I know a lot about drunks."
"What special about Tuesday," asked Jesse?
"Funny you should ask, because nobody has the faintest idea."
A package tumbled from her arms and landed in front of Jesse, who scooped it up immediately.
"It looks like you could use a little help with those packages. Suppose I walk along, and carry them for you," he suggested.
"Why that would be lovely. My name is Fanny."
"I'm Jesse, and this is Sawyer, my brother." He pointed towards Sawyer, who had pranced away on horseback trotting towards the Livery stable.
"Anyway over yonder is Sawyer. He is looking for the harness shop. I'm just looking." Jesse stated.
"How interesting," Fanny replied. "I love a man who knows what he wants."
As they walked along Fanny watched the packed butt, on Jesse move with every step. She checked his crotch, seeing a wad of pork in the duds he wore.
"Oh, you'll do fine, just fine," she said.
"I will, fine for what," asked Jesse hoping she was saying what he was thinking. She looked like a decent girl, but probably not. Perhaps this would be a score for him. When she stopped in front of the saloon, he knew he was right about decent.
"This is it, good looking. I have a room upstairs over the bar. I work here nights. If you have five bucks for a bottle, and two bucks more, we can have a drink in my room, if you're up to it?" she whispered in a sexy voice.
Jesse's loins moved slightly, just hearing her talk. His cock was getting hard, like a lonely man's adventure come true.
"Oh yeah, I have cash."
"Let's go; we can use the back stairs."
At the livery stable, a burly looking owner was outside, rubbing down a weary horse ridden hard and wet with moisture. A rider had just left him to be cooled off, watered and fed.
"Howdy," said Sawyer.
"Tie `em over there, it's 50 cents a day, watered and fed. Oats is extra. Or three dollars a week for stabling." He said to Sawyer.
"I don't need my horse stabled; I am looking for some information."
"Information is no charge," said Earl, the stable owner.
"How do I find the harness shop?"
"What fer?"
I have a broken harness that needs reattaching, or sewing, however it's done," explained Sawyer.
"Yuh found em; I run the harness shop too. Give me the harness and get back here by 4:00 o'clock. She'll be ready."
"How much" asked Sawyer.
"A dollar!"
"Too much, I'll give you 50 cents."
"Make it 75 cents, and she's as good as done," babbled Earl examining the leather.
"Deal," agreed Sawyer. "Say, old timer, I have a question."
"Let her rip, cost you a dime." He replied.
"What happed to no charge for information?"
"That's for information – questions is different."
"Of course, they are...I`m looking for Chad who works in the harness shop."
"Only got one Chad. Whatcha need him fer," asked Earl?
"I gotta do some jawin, about gold in Colorado, bragged Sawyer, enjoying the game he was playing with Earl.
"What gold?" mumbled Earl with his breathing increasing?
"That will cost you a dime," replied Sawyer.
"Are you crazy? Forget it, not interested." Earl babbled disappearing with the harness that Sawyer needed repaired. He popped back out and said, "try the pool hall."
"Hum, try the pool hall." That made sense, pool was a given, most all the cowpokes shot pool.
He trotted along the street looking for a sign saying "Pool" when he spotted a Barbershop with the word, "Pool" below it.
Sawyer strutted inside like a seasoned dude walking the cowboy walk. Sure, enough, Chad was bending over making a shot at the pool table.
"Oh good lord," thought Sawyer. "Here I go again, dang look at the stacked butt on that man? Not too big and not too small, just plum pickin right for playing hide the pecker.
Sawyer thought of sitting down and covering his erection, with a newspaper. Hell, these dudes have seen young men get aroused before, so why hide.
Sawyer stood behind Chad and perhaps a little too close for well-being.
"Hey, fella, can you back up, you're crowding my shot," said Chad not realizing it was Sawyer.
Chad made a final shot and the game was over. He stayed quiet seeing Sawyer, but they connected immediately.
"I just won me some money and I am buying you a beer." Chad plunked down a silver dollar, and two mugs of beer came sliding towards them.
"Much obliged, this is a crazy town," began Sawyer. "You can get a haircut, shoot pool and get a beer all in the same place."
"Chad paid no attention to what Sawyer was saying; he had different things on his mind.
"Do you like me? he asked.
"Like you? – Sure, why, am I doin something wrong?"
"Not from what I see; let's ride out to "Sage Brush" creek. It's shady and quiet," said Chad, gently touching Sawyer's hand.
"There is nothing out there but the creek and some trees."
"That ain't true, we'll be out there."
"Shore `nuff, just like the golden rule," replied Sawyer, gulping the last swallow of beer and setting the mug back on the bar.
"Let's ride..."
To be continued...
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