Chapter 24 Dark Desires
"My God, she's a beauty, isn't she now?" whispered Michael Casey to the
ranch hands whose appreciative eyes had been drawn to Honey's brief appearance
on the porch like moths to a flame."I've never seen sich a sight in me life.
Did ye see her there, lads, half-naked in the moonlight?"
After a few murmured assents, and after Honey had stepped back inside the
house, Stoney Jackson posed the question that had been troubling each man for
weeks. "Do you think she'll ever find out?" Jackson asked the others nervously
around the campfire, as Lester began a slow, soulful version of the chorus of
"Dixie."
"How would she ever know?" Red asked. "Unless one of you goddam fools
shoots off his big mouth!"
"Christ, my big ol' Ranger is hard, just thinkin' about puttin' it to her
that night." Buck Williams looked down at his manly hands, forming them into a
cupping grip. "When I pulled that teasing slut down so she was layin' on me,
wiggling her sweet ass against me, while I stuck my tongue in her ear and squoze
those juicy tits, I knew I was in Texas heaven, boys."
Buck took off his hat and slapped his knee with it, delighted by the
memory. "Did you get her in the ass, Red? No? Geesus, you shoulda. Didn't you
hear how she squealed like an Arkansas razorback when I reamed her? And, man,
once I'd got old Ranger well up inside her I rode her cock-clutching ass like it
was the last event in a Mexican rodeo!"
Williams' laughter subsided when he realized that the others were looking
at him with distaste. "What the hell are you-all lookin' at me like that fer?
That prick-teasing slut did every thing but drop her drawers in front of the
bunkhouse over the last couple of years; she had it comin' and we gave it to
her. Gave it to her good!"
Williams turned to Red. "Don't pretend like you didn't ride her just as
hard as me that night, Red. I seen how you worked on her tits. And you, Slim,
you was the one gave me the saddle oil. Don't you bastards go all innocent on
me! Some of you got her two or three times, same as me. And I'll tell you
boys another thing. I'd have given it to that blonde three more times, if I'd
'a had my druthers. I wouldn't a minded slidin' old Ranger through those big,
soft titties fer awhile, fer instance, and then coatin' 'em with some west
Texas gism. And none of you would have either, and none of you is gonna
convince me of anything different."
Lester's dark brown eyes moved from one ranch hand to the other; he was
playing "Dixie" a little louder now, and a little faster.
"Buck's right! She had it comin'! Didn't she?" Stoney asked the others.
"The way she use to tie up those itty-bitty blouses to show off her tits when
her paw wasn't around? The way she twitched that heavenly ass when she walked
past the bunkhouse like she was the Queen of Texas. I say she had it coming.
And I'll bet, deep down, she liked it."
"Sure she did!"
"The bitch wanted it. You know she did."
Buck Williams had the floor again. "I just wish we coulda made her suck us
off, Red. I been dreamin' about having those pretty pink lips wrapped around
the Ranger for the better part of two years now."
"Too damned dangerous; if we'd started fooling around with that blanket
over her head, it would probably have come loose, and she'd have recognized us.
And I didn't wanna have to kill her, fer Chrissakes. I just wanted to fuck the
living shit out of her! And I did. And so did all of you. And it's over. And
you all better forget it ever happened, if you know what's good for you." And
with that Red climbed to his feet, stretched, and said, "Long day tomorrow,
boys. I'm turning in."
"Me too, I reckon."
"Yep, it's gettin' late."
"Yup. G'nite Lester. Play us something restful, boy!"
And one by one the ranch hands headed into the bunkhouse, leaving only
Michael Casey staring into the campfire, as Lester began playing a slow, almost
solemn version of "The Yellow Rose of Texas".
