Secrets of Erotic Lust - The Cowboy and his Girl.
By Louise Lovette.
Copyright Louise Lovette 2011
Published at Smashwords
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She heard noise, it was a horse, and all of a sudden her dog began barking. Mrs. Jenner quickly went to the cabinet loading both the pistol and her rifle. She looked to her nephew and said “Stay underneath the bed Caleb.” He was old enough to handle either gun. “Just stay there” she told him. Peering out the wooden shudders of the window, she saw the stranger riding in. She didn’t like the black hat he had on, but was clean shaven. She never liked men dressed in black. Typically it meant they weren’t the “good guys.” Typically that indicated trouble
Chance was not a difficult man. Chance was a quiet man, he was different. He always felt different. He always loved wearing a black cowboy hat, but rode only a brown horse dressing in light brown colours with black cowboy pants.
It was 1862. Her husband again was away. Her nephew was about to head off to school and Chance was on his way back to the ranch he lived at. On a business trip for his father, he had fifty miles to go. His horse was tired. It needed food and he could also use it. He was always willing to pay, up front and willing to help out around a strangers homestead if needed to show he only had honest intentions.
“Hold it right there, Mister” she called out. He saw the muzzle of her rifle sticking out from inside her window. He slowed to a halt. “What’s your business here… Don’t come any closer, Mister” she told him. Her voice was forceful. He could not see the woman’s face. His hands weren’t any where near his guns. Her finger was on the trigger. He had been riding almost all night. He was tired. He looked tired. “Who are you?” she said in an even gruffer tone. She didn’t naturally have a gruff voice. Jake, her nephew of 13, remained underneath the bed. He told her he had to get to school. She knew that. She told him for the moment to forget school. “We got a visitor. Don’t know him so stay down.”
“I’m asking for help mam and I can pay you too” he said reaching into his pocket. She was nervous. She was real nervous. She told him to not move another muscle. Her finger pulled at the trigger and a bullet flew over his head. He was nervous. “Mam, no need for that” he said. I mean you or anyone any harm. Honestly, I don’t.”
He put up his hands, kicked his horse, telling it to forward a few steps. She told him to stop and throw down his guns and for now to not come any closer. He threw them down. He threw down his rifle too. The boy went and gathered them all up. He told her he was looking for a place to bed down for a few hours. He told her he was looking for some food for his horse and himself. He needed rest. “Please mam, like I said… I mean no one any harm.” She stepped out on the unpainted wooden porch. Just about everything was wood back in those days. She was holding her rifle, pointing it at him.
Wow, what a pretty looking woman he thought. Has to be a man around somewhere he told himself. Has to be… with beautiful eyes and pretty hair like hers and… and a beautiful womanly figure like that he thought… there had to be, had to be.
“Well ya gonna just sit there on your horse or are you going to introduce yourself, tell me who you are?” she said.
“Oh well with a gun pointed at me uhh it’s a little unnerving” he said.
“Unnerving… what does that mean” the woman asked. A handsome man she told herself. His eyes aren’t deceitful looking. He’s not looking at me in that way some do who have ulterior agendas.
“It means frightening or scary mam” he came back. “Names Chance mam… Chance Barlow… and you are?”