OLD WEST Plart 4

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Tried to use paragraphing, but my iPad won,t cooperate so please bear with me? Hank Mitchell was relieved when charge hand Ted Koomins detailed him to search for stray cattle on the Connelly,s large spread near Hudson, Dakota Territory especially after Anne Connelly the owner,s only daughter had told him she was going fishing in the creek where Hank had saved her from the sexual perversions of former hand Tom Blacker who was now awaiting the circuit judge and the trial for the murder of Anne’s younger brother Kenny in the Hudson jail. The creek known as Turtle Creek because of all the old mossy back snapping turtles that lived there meandered through some of Connellys ranch and occasionally Anne fished it with her elder brother, but today she was on her own. Her father would have gone with her, but was heading to Pierre to settle some documents with his lawyers and as the creek was near the ranch he allowed her to go alone. Connelly called Hank aside just after he,d enjoyed the evening meal. “Hank. Anne wants to do some fishing in the creek tomorrow morning. I know Koomins has detailed you to nursemaid some strays so can you please ride by the creek from time to time just to keep an eye on Anne for me and her Ma?” “Sure Mr Connelly. My pleasure.” “Fine. I,m sure with you looking after her she,ll be safe. Oh and by the way the circuit judge is due in Hudson on Friday. They,ll want you on the stand for prosecution witness. Okay?” “Sure. I want to see Blacker get what he deserves.” “Well. If I,d have caught him he,d have stretched my rope already, but with this territory looking for state hood we have to move with the times and the law has to be seen to be fair so the bastard will get his fair trial then hang for killing my boy!” Hank made no comment as the older man walked away. . Hank left the bunk house as soon as he,d eaten breakfast and headed for a grove of trees he could watch the ranch without being seen. He noted charge hand Koomins ride to the west with two other hands, but wasn,t concerned much about his immediate boss as he sat and smoked on a large rock with Trojan happily munching grass nearby. Anne dressed in a mans check shirt, leather vest, blue jeans, boots and hat emerged just after 9am and packed her fishing rod and bear aboard a little roan mare, swung into the saddle with the ease of an experienced rider and headed toward the small creek. Hank rose, ground his cigarette into the earth and mounted Trojan and walked him toward where Anne was going. . By the time Hank reached the area Anne was fishing Hank eased Trojan next to Anne,s mount, dismounted and tethered him next to Anne,s mare then walked to the bushes behind the bank Anne was fishing from. He observed Anne sat on a small stump with the rod in her right hand watching the brightly painted float on her line that bobbed in the water hoping for the dip that would indicate a fish had taken her bait, a largecearth worm she,d dug up from the rose garden at the front of the ranch house. “Any luck?” Hank called as he walked up to a surprised Anne. “Where,d you come from?” “Your Pa asked me to make sure you was okay.” he answered as he knelt next to her. “Pa worries about me too much. I can look after myself. Blacker caught me on s day I Didn,t carry my trusty 45, but as you can see I carry it all times usually and have no qualms about using it? She showed him the gun in its holster around her shapely hips. “ thanks to Pa I get you for a while again.” “You sure do.” “Do you know where Ted Koomins is?” “Watched him ride off with Lefty and Mike to the west.” Think I heard Pa tell him to check the fence line near the Old Morris Farm House as someone,s been trying to cut the wire near there.” “Hmm should keep them busy for a while. Guess he Didn,t know you was going fishing or he,d a found a way of watching you.” “Yes he,s done it a few times and I to,d Pa about it so no way does Pa tell Koomins what I do now.” “Ted is so,predictable, but be careful Hank as he,s dangerous.” She warned him. . She leaned over to kiss him and soon her tongue was in his mouth sucking on his, her body pressed against him then her rod bent so she had to grip the pole and between the two of them they landed a fat bullhead. Hank knew that despite the fact that the cousinof a catfish was mostly head with sharp spikes that were wicked and could bring blood that when properly cleaned and cooked their flesh was very tastey so he deftly removed the fish from the hook and dumped it in the large creek she,d brought to store the catch in. He rinsed the fish muck from his hands, wiped them dry and then said, “before we were interrupted by Mr Bullhead where were we?” “About to have a wonderful FUCK I think,” she laughed. “You read my mind.” He laughed and helped her out of her boots, then her vest and unbuttoned her mans, shirt. Once he,d sampled her marvellous titties he carefully removed her holstered gun and lowered her jeans till she stepped out of them and was naked for him except for her hat which she kept on. He leaned her back on the stump and spread her thighs apart so he could use his mouth, tongue and fingers in her juicey cunt till she gasped she was cumming. Hevthen quickly stripped off his vest and shirt and lowered his jeans to,his knees to release his stiff cock and slide it in Anne’s hot pussy. Soon he was pumping his prick in and out till they collapsed, his thick semen oozing out of her twat and down her thighs and legs. “You sure shoot a lot of cum,” she kissed him hotly, “Hope you Didn,t shoot a baby in me!” “So do I Sweet Lady. I meant to pull out, but it felt so good I couldn t”. “It,s Okay! I Loved Feeling it pump deep,in me any way.” They put their clothes back on and Hank satbwatching her fish for a while. “I,d best get on with looking for strays in case Koomins heads this way, but I,ll stop back later. Don,t go back home till then!” “What You want more Pussy later?” “Well if you put it that way Yes Please?” “Okay See you Later Hank!” They kissed and Hank resumed his search for stray cattle. TBC

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