It was late in the afternoon, the temperature was starting to drop. It was that way when summer was on the way to fall. He was taking two dozen head of broke horses from the high meadow down the ranch, so they could ready them for the drive north to Kansas. The way he figured, if they could get things together quick enough, they could be on the trail by midweek and make it to Topeka before the snow hit. He was the ranch foreman and he knew a younger hand should be doing this, but he loved coming up here by himself. It took three days, start to finish, to gather up the rides and spares for the cowboys to move the thousand or so head of prime beef up to the rail head from north Texas. All in all, they looked healthy and strong, with more than a few that were going to need a little saddle time to remember how to hold up a cowboy. He put his rope on two that he picked out for himself, another reason he liked this particular duty.
He worked for a tough, weathered, second generation Texas man named Jed Tobias. They met in a bar 15 years ago, got drunk together and then realized they were on different sides during the Civil War, or as Jed described it," the war of northern aggression". They had a huge fist fight that turned into a legendary brawl that wrecked the Golden Deuce Saloon in Wichita Falls. Kincaid had no chance against the bigger Tobias. But he absorbed enough punishment to gain Jed's respect so that he offered him a job on his father's ranch, which was two days west of the very jail cell they now sat in, together. Kincaid accepted the job, mostly because he had just gotten into town from his former home in Ohio, and had nothing particularly interesting to do. Kincaid learned to ride in the U.S. Cavalry and wound up with Sherman as he decimated everything from Tennessee to Georgia. When Jed paid their fines and damages the next morning, they walked to the stable to get Jed's horse, only to realize that Kincaid had neither horse nor rig. Jed picked a chestnut mare with a white face and told the blacksmith to run over to the General Store to pick up a saddle, ropes, canteen and such for this "empty pocketed, empty headed blue belly!" He also told him to pick up some coffee, jerky and bacon for the ride back to the ranch.
"I really don't have much money to pay for this stuff." Kincaid said.
"Don't worry Yankee, just call it an advance." Jed replied.
Their friendship was sealed on the way back. Over the two days they told each other of their times in battle, and were grateful that they never shared the same dirt. But what they did have in common was that that they were both cavalry men. Jed was a Major, while Kincaid was a Sergeant. And they both loved to ride. It's why Kincaid ended up in Texas. After the war, he returned to Akron, Ohio. It didn't look the same and it didn't smell the same. So he worked his passage down on a river boat and made his way to Texas through Arkansas and Oklahoma.
Over the next fifteen years they worked side by side. When Jed's father passed on Jed took Kincaid in as a full partner and they went about doubling the size of the ranch. They were like brothers, and sometimes, like brothers do, they had horrendous arguments that may have, with the help of a whiskey or two, turned into a donnybrook. When that happened, every hand on the place knew, not to get between them. Because, like brothers, if you did get between them you usually ended up with two different size boots in your ass.
Kincaid laughed at that thought, as he eased his mount up and over a wash. The other horses following obediently behind him, the rope lead tied securely around his saddle horn. He stopped atop a slight rise, he took his hat off and wiped his brow with the sleeve of his shirt. Without warning, he felt himself being flipped over the back of his horse. His left shoulder was screaming in pain and seemingly on fire. It was on the way over his mount's backside, that he heard the report of a rifle shot. At close range, with the speed of the round fired, the bullet will hit you before you hear the shot. He slammed into the dirt face down. He tried to gather his senses, while at the same time reaching for his shooter. He watched the darkness close in from the sides and then there was black.
He opened his eyes and tried to focus. He heard two different voices and saw, just from the knee down, a pair of legs approaching him. He lay perfectly still and slowed his breathing. He tightened his grip around the handle of his Colt, which was now under his body.
"What're ya doing now?" He heard a voice from behind him say.
"Might as well see if he has anything on him while we're here." the approaching set of boots replied.
Kincaid could feel a hand on his still burning shoulder and then he was flipped onto his back. He raised his shooter at the same time and put the round squarely into the middle of the first horse thief's forehead. The look of astonishment on the coward's face was bordering on the hysterical. Kincaid forced himself to sit up and his eyes immediately found the second man and his pistol launched the second shot. That round hit the bandit perfectly in the middle of his chest. The whole thing was done in seconds and caught the second thug with his right hand just coming up short of reaching his own still holstered pistol. He watched the man's hand grasping for air, his mouth was opened in shock and pain. Kincaid saw the man drop to his knees, his eyes looking skyward and then fall forward, face digging into the dried up creek bed.
He sat there, pistol still pointing at the now, newly dead horse thief. The silence was deafening. His pistol was heavier in his hand by the second. The darkness was closing in again, his pistol hand dropped first, his head sank into his chest and he fell backwards into the darkness again.
He felt his body being pulled upright into a sitting position, he could hear voices somewhere in the back of his brain.
"Kincaid!! Kincaid!! Hey Yankee can you hear me?"
Then he felt the coolness of the water on his face and in his mouth. The darkness was turning grey and then brighter and brighter. He opened his eyes and saw Jed's face staring back at him. He also made out at least four other familiar faces standing around him in the darkening gloom of dusk.
"How'd you find me?" Kincaid asked hoarsely, as someone began bandaging his shoulder.
"Your horse showed up at the ranch, trailing the entire string with him! Twenty one horses leave a real easy trail to follow back on. We figured we'd find you with a bunch of vultures sitting on your chest. I'm figurin' you got waylaid by these two assholes here. About right?"
"Yup," Kincaid answered. "They must've thought I was dead. Too bad for them."
"Well Yankee, we gonna git your fat ass back to the ranch and get the Doc in to see you. And let the Marshal know where to find the bodies. Looks like the bullet went clear through. We'll let the Doc make sure all you got wrong with ya is that there's a hole right through you." Jed laughed .
They lifted Kincaid up into the wagon and Jed tied his horse to the back and got up into the wagon with him for the ride back.
The Ranch itself, the Double T, was a sprawling complex of buildings, outbuildings, stables and corrals. The main house was the hub of the operation. The ranch consisted of thirty thousand acres or so and would take a week to ride the corners. Kincaid shared the main house with Jed, his Sister Jane, and the cook. The cook was a newly hired woman, quite handsome, as they say in town. But her meals were delicious and, very often, unusual fare for such an isolated place. When Jed's Daddy died, Jed took over the master bedroom and Kincaid was given Jed's old room. Jane's room was across from Kincaid's and the new cook's room was behind the kitchen. All the hands shared the bunkhouse, except for the two senior hands, who got the foreman's place to share.
The Doc came and looked at him and declared him alive. He patched up the two wounds, entrance and exit and told Jane to "...fix up some sort of sling for his left arm."
"A week, maybe less you'll be up and around enough to mount a horse." The Doc said.
"A week?" Kincaid asked in anger. "Nope, can't do it, we have to have the herd well up the trail by the day after tomorrow Doc."
Jed jumped in at this point. "Listen to me asshole, it's Saturday, we'll be on the trail Monday, by Thursday we'll only be a two day ride out for a single man on a horse, maybe less. Take it easy, let Jane and Maria take care of you and then start out Thursday to catch up with us. Believe me son, we ain't gonna be too hard to find. You ain't gonna be no use to me now in the shape you're in anyway."
Kincaid thought it over, he seemed to make a lot of sense, as Jed always did.
"That doesn't sound too terrible now that I think about it, and who you calling an asshole?"
Come Monday morning, the house, and the ranch for that matter, was a beehive of activity, well before sun up. The hands were in looking for their last good breakfast for a long time. Kincaid could hear the footsteps moving all over the house. There was a certain excitement in the voices as they got themselves ready for a month on the Chisum Trail. The gathering of the herd was well under way. The ballet of men, horse and cows had begun. He could hear the chuck wagon being loaded with supplies and the gruff old cook, Charlie Johnson, cursing at the others to help him or they will get remembered on the trail.
Jed and a few of the hands came in to say goodbye. Kincaid was a fair boss to work for. He always had a good word for the hands he knew were working hard for him.
"See ya in less than a week there pard', don't get used to this high living. We'll be waiting for you up the trail." Jed said as they shook hands.
Kincaid struggled to his feet from the bed, and walked them to the door and out onto the porch. He found one of the upholstered chairs and sat down to watch the parade begin. He sat there for two hours until only the dust of the huge herd could be seen off in the distance. He felt completely out of place now, like he should be out in the dust instead of watching the cloud from the porch.
Jane came out to check on him with a hot cup of coffee. She could see the distressed look on his face.
"Don't worry cowboy, they won't get far without you!" She said smiling.
Jane was a pretty woman, ten years younger than Kincaid and Jed. Her mother died giving birth to her. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that matched the Texas sky. She was a widow. Married at 15 to a man who, like many men, went off to war and never came home. She never re-married, although men came from miles to meet her, and try to court her.
She found another cushioned chair and sat with him and watched the cloud of dust get further and further out. She looked at Kincaid like a star struck little girl. She had been in love with him since her brother brought the banged up "yankee" home a long time ago. She hoped against hope that he would see her the same way. If he did, he never showed it.
The truth was, Kincaid, was so grateful for the opportunity he had stumbled into that, although he found her to be more than he could ask for in a woman, that it seemed to him to be tempting fate. He forced the feelings for her so far into repression that it became second nature. Besides, he was away more than he was home, and justified his forced lack of interest in her by thinking he would make too poor a husband to deserve a woman like her, with his being away so much. Besides, he loved the long rides and the nights on the trails and in the Texas foothills.
"You know what?" she stated. "You, my good man, stink! You need to take a bath and a shave."
"I know, but I only got the one good arm." He protested.
"Here's what you are going to do. I had Maria boil up some water and she's been filling the tub for you since the boys left. You're gonna go in the tub room take your clothes off and get in the tub, clean what you can reach and her and I will be in to clean what you can't and I'll shave you myself. "
Kincaid's eyes brightened a bit. The thought of Jane and Maria soaping up cloths and cleaning him head to toe seemed appealing enough to him, to make him stop feeling lost about not making the drive with the rest.
He went into the tub room and began to undress. He took his arm out of the sling Jane made for him and let his arm drop to his side. There wasn't nearly the pain he was expecting. More like it was asleep than shot. He dropped his trousers and took off his shirt. He was also surprised to see how little blood had soaked through the bandage. He got through the war without a scratch, but he did see the results of what a fifty caliber bullet could do to a man. He peeled back the front bandage and examined the wound in the mirror. He then turned to his right and reached over his shoulder to remove the bandage from his back. Although this one was ugly, as all exit wounds tended to be, he was again, fairly impressed on how little damage was done. Now naked, he walked over to the tub and put his right leg in while holding onto the lip with his right hand. He pulled the other leg over and stood in the hot water, accustoming himself to the temperature. Next, he lowered his ass toward the water, already grimacing from the expected feeling of the hot water on his balls. It was about this time he realized that, without the use of his other arm, he was at the point of no return. He could not hold himself up with one arm and after three days of being bedridden, he was too weak to use his legs to pull himself up. He splashed into the tub and let out a howl as the hot water stewed his appendages. It also dawned on him that, without help from the women, he wouldn't be able to get out of the goddamned tub.
He lounged in the water for as long as he dared. He fought the temptation to nod off again. He grabbed the soap and washed himself as best as he could. Jane knocked on the door and pushed it open at the same time. Kincaid did not even feign modesty.
"Are you ready for me yet?" she asked as she approached the tub while Maria floated around to the other side.
They each knelt down and grabbed a cloth and began to soap them up. Kincaid looked at Maria. He could see that she was Mexican. He stared at her dark skin, black hair, and black eyes, but stunningly white teeth. He looked at her hard and realized he could see some Indian blood in her. She spoke with just the hint of a Spanish accent. Her English was perfect, the product of the Missionary schooling she received as a girl.
"Appache?" Kincaid asked her.
"No Arapahoe, My father was a an Arapahoe holy man." She replied.
He leaned back in the tub and closed his eyes and let the women do their work. He concentrated on the two sets of hands that were working him over. The inevitable happened. Kincaid's swollen member just barely broke the surface of the tub water. He could hear both of them giggle. They then took turns washing it thoroughly.
"I do believe that is the cleanest my dick has been since I was an infant."
Jane took the soap cup with the shaving brush and mixed it into a froth and began applying it to Kincaid's face. She moved behind him and had Maria hold a mirror up in front of them. She took the straight razor and began long gentle stokes under his chin. With each seductive pass, Jane would wipe the razor off in a towel and then leaned forward to make another pass. Her mouth was near his ear and she whispered to him, "I've wanted you for so long, and now I have you to myself for four whole days. When you leave, you're going to want to come back and marry me!"
This made his prick stand just a little higher in the water. Not exactly a stranger to women, although there weren't as many as he led others to believe. Most of them were whores and bar girls he met on the various drives and in the cow towns he rode into over the years. He realized at that moment, it had always been Jane.
Since the day he arrived. He would watch her move, no, float, around the ranch. He noticed her sideways glances toward him from the very beginning too. But it just didn't feel right, even after Mr. Tobias passed. He didn't dare talk to Jed about his feelings. They were truly brothers, and if that was the case was Jane like a little sister? He would watch her ride, God, could that woman set a horse. She'd make her way out to whatever area of the ranch they were working, always with a reason or a message for Jed or him. He knew she lingered too long, much longer than she needed to.
She took a cloth and buried it into the water and put to his face to wash away whatever shaving crème was left.
"There you go! Why, I swear, Mr. Kincaid you do look like a gentleman now! Will you need some assistance getting out of the tub now?" she asked in a little girl voice.
She got around to the front and Maria moved to the rear. He held out his good hand and Jane took it, and with a signal she leaned back and pulled him while Maria pushed him from behind. Somehow, the three of them managed to get Kincaid to his feet. Jane handed him a towel and Maria smacked his bare ass with her bare hand. She took one, hesitant step, and with one knee still in the air, let out a huge, natural laugh. He wrapped the towel around himself and asked the ladies to remove themselves from the tub room. Maria grabbed another towel and began drying his hair and back, while Jane dried his face, chest and stomach. His prick was now forcing a vertical tent to appear in his towel. Kincaid stepped out of the tub and again asked the ladies to remove themselves from the room. Jane reached for the towel wrapped around his waist, and pulled it away while dropping to her knees. She grabbed his cock and looked up at the surprised Kincaid. He felt her lips kiss and tongue the head. He was aware of movement behind him, but was too occupied to turn and see what it was.
Maria appeared in front of him completely naked, with her dark skin and naked breasts, with even darker areolas and nipples, which were hard and tempting.
"You like what you see Senior Kincaid?" Maria asked.
All Kincaid could do was nod dumbly. She knelt in front of him, alongside Jane, and without missing a beat, grasped his cock from Jane and buried it inside her mouth. Jane stood and, without breaking eye contact, began to undress in front of him. She was the opposite of Maria. Her skin was white and her breast were a little larger her blonde hair fell to below her shoulders. They contrasted and complimented each other. She returned to kneeling in front of him and they both had turns sucking his manhood.
It'd been a while since he had a few moments with a woman. He was trying to remember when the last time was. But this was not helping the present situation, even in his somewhat weakened condition. He felt the urge reaching its boiling point. He leaned the back of his knees against the still full tub. He had a handful of each women's hair. He made the mistake of looking to his right. There was a full sized mirror, and it gave him the perfect angle to watch both women devour his cock.
"Aaaaggggghhhh!" was all he could muster.
He was seconds from cuming. He let his companions know, but all they did was intensify their handy work. They actually seemed to be fighting for the right to take it all in their mouths.
"This is for me, Senior Kncaid! Please for me!" Maria said as she waited for her turn.
"Don't you dear cum in her mouth or you will be one sorry cowboy!" Jane admonished him .
When he couldn't stand it any longer, he pulled the both of them by the back of their hair and let himself ejaculate on their ample breasts. Jane reached up and stroked his spouting prick. Maria wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base and between the two of them, they drained a surprising amount of sperm out and onto themselves.
His knees buckled, and he almost fell back into the tub. The women grabbed him, making sure not to pull his left arm or hand. They re-wrapped him in his towels and led him back to his room. Maria had changed the linen and the room was fresh and well lit. He could almost swear his prick twitched again. They helped him gain the middle of his king sized bed and took their places on each side.
"We've got you until Thursday morning. Hope you can handle this?" Jane said.
"Si Senor Kincaid, you are going to need a lot of rest!" Maria added.
"I wonder if I'm gonna get any rest at all!" Kincaid answered the two of them, but he wasn't laughing too hard. It was going to be a long three days.
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