“Ho, boy!”<\/p>\n
John looked up from his campfire at the horse he had heard coming an hour back. \u00a0He touched the brim of his hat to the figure silhouetted against the setting sun. \u00a0"Evenin’, partner.“<\/p>\n
The rider giggled and swung down off the fidgety animal’s back. \u00a0John tried to keep his eyes from widening but was only partly successful – the riding skirts were too shocking. \u00a0"Ahh, my ‘pologies. \u00a0Evenin’, ma’am.”<\/p>\n
“Ain’t no ladies from where I’m standin’.” \u00a0The girl flipped her hat off, loosening a mane of curly brown hair and revealing freckled cheeks and a tilted smile. \u00a0She thrust her hand in John’s face. \u00a0"You can call me Little Darlin’.“<\/p>\n
"Can I now?” \u00a0A suspicious bubble boiled up in John’s gut, and he stared at the hand without taking it. \u00a0The looming emptiness of the desert around him seemed to yawn and shift. \u00a0"Or is there gold to be paid if’n I do?“<\/p>\n
The girl narrowed her eyes for just a second, then collapsed into a cross-legged sitting position next to the fire. \u00a0"Nah, not out ‘ere. \u00a0Out ‘ere we’re all just lonely and lookin’ for some company.”<\/p>\n
“I see.” \u00a0John kept his voice level. \u00a0"And what sort o’ company you be huntin’ tonight?“<\/p>\n
"Yours,” the girl said. \u00a0She shrugged, digging her teeth into something she’d fished out of the leather bag on her belt. \u00a0"Probably.“<\/p>\n
John sized her up for another long moment. \u00a0Despite her haphazard appearance, she was at ease and in surprisingly good condition for as long as her stallion’s hooves indicated they’d been traveling. \u00a0He guessed she had a small firearm tucked away somewhere, but he didn’t imagine she would use it. \u00a0He straightened up. \u00a0"Arright. \u00a0Shoot. \u00a0What’s your game?”<\/p>\n
“I like cock,” she said, wrapping her whole tongue around the word with a toothy smile, “and ain’t no spit-polish piece o’ wood gonna satisfy my hungry pussy.”<\/p>\n
John’s body responded for him. \u00a0He leaned towards her, and this time he was the one to offer his hand. \u00a0"I think I can help with that.“<\/p>\n
She tugged him with such strength that he fell forward onto her, and they both landed in the sand. \u00a0Her hands were clutching at his hair, sliding into his shirt to grope his back, then slipping into his pants and finding where he was waiting for her. \u00a0John kissed the place he loved to kiss on women: where the jaw met the neck, the knot of strength and determination. \u00a0She moaned and arched up against him.<\/p>\n
He sat up to paw at her skirts until he found where they came loose from one another. \u00a0Separating them with deft fingers, he found her, too, waiting eagerly. \u00a0Already she was thrusting, her torso writhing and her legs scrabbling for traction in the sand. \u00a0John ducked beneath the skirts and put his mouth against her, breathing in sweat and horse and desire. \u00a0He lapped at her until she wailed like a coyote, head thrown back towards the moon.<\/p>\n
He found the gun, in the top of her boot, and gently slipped it free. \u00a0He felt her tense, then relax, then laugh, "Well, hungry is as hungry does,” and came against his cheek. \u00a0His face dripping, John flipped her skirts up against her chest and unzipped his pants. \u00a0He wiped his cheek on his shoulder, smiling down.<\/p>\n
“Come along, little darlin’.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Ho, boy!” John looked up from his campfire at the horse he had heard coming an hour back. \u00a0He touched the brim of his hat to the figure silhouetted against the setting sun. \u00a0"Evenin’, partner.“ The rider giggled and swung down off the fidgety animal’s back. \u00a0John tried to keep his eyes from widening but … <\/p>\n