“He’s persistent,” the old man chuckled. “I have to look out for him while I take a piss. That lamb has raped me before.”
“That’s the most wonderful thing I have ever felt,” Tall Elk said in awe.
“See why my job is no hardship?” the old man finished is coffee.
“I do,” Tall Elk nodded. “I certainly do. Hey old man, do you own the land up there?” Tall Elk pointed toward the high pastures.
“Own? No, I own only my sheep, and they go where they will. The government owns this land, I just borrow it.”
“Have you considered moving farther south?” Tall Elk smiled. “You could homestead and nobody could ever move you.”
“For a good, woman-cooked meal once in a while, I could gaze my sheep closer to the Lazy N and keep a lamb handy,” the old man laughed knowingly.
Rusty rode slowly, surveying the grassy hill above and below him. He was half way up the hill in a narrow cut valley. Trees offered some shade, the valley offered an escape route if he needed it. It was an ideal camping area and a good place to make coffee. Belatedly, he realized that his cup no longer hung from his saddle. He had left it at Tall Elk’s camp. After taking a long look at the ranch below, to map out the most likely attack routes, he returned to his horse and rode into the shadowed valley. There was a small stream coming from the valley. The water made it’s way between and around boulders the size of houses.
Rusty rode along a gravel bank into the cut until he heard a sound. He paused and loosened the pistol in it’s holster. Riding with his hand on his leg for a quick draw, he passed a huge bolder and found himself looking at naked white flesh. It took him a moment to realize that he was looking at a naked, skinny ass and a pair of kicking feet. It looked like a young boy searching for something on the bottom of a clear pool. A head appeared and a face snorted. A pair of slender hands wiped water out of a very feminine face. The young girl had only the barest trace of breasts, with large, puffy nipples. Rusty felt his cock grow hard immediately. His breath came faster as he stared at those tiny, perfect breasts and inviting nipples. He had never seen anything so sexy in his entire life.
The girl wiped her face again and looked around. Both she and Rusty froze as she noticed him for the first time. “What the hell are you looking at?” she demanded.
“A god awful beauty,” Rusty said breathlessly. The girl seemed confused for a moment, then smiled and looked down. When she looked up again there was a serious expression on her face. “If my daddy catches you here, he will kill you,” the girl said, shaking back her wet hair.
“Who is your daddy?” Rusty smiled.
“Paul Stanley. Of course he’s been heeled lately, somebody took his guns. All he has is a big ole knife and a sore chest. You could probably take him if you’re a good shot.”
“Somebody took his guns? Hey, where does your daddy work?”
“The 3L,” she nodded toward the ranch. She mistook his horrified look for fear. She shrugged and returned to her swim. He tied off his horse and took a seat on a rock. It was obvious, as that shapely ass reappeared, that it belonged to a girl. A perfectly shaped hairless pussy gleamed in the sunlight as she searched the bottom again. She reappeared, snorting, and wiping the water from her face. She gave him a disgusted look.
“Are you still here?” she demanded.
“Of course I’m still here. I will be here until tomorrow.”
“Really,” she smiled. “You are not afraid that my daddy will kill you.”
“No, I’m afraid I will have to kill your daddy,” Rusty said, staring at her amazing chest.
“I wish you would,” she said in disgust. “That son of a bitch has a cock the size of a horse,” she said, wiping the water from her eyes.
“You mean he fucks his own daughter?” Rusty was amazed.
“Every fucking night,” she snorted. “I… I like it sometimes,” she admitted shyly. “But not every night. Actually it hasn’t been too bad since the wagon load of explosives came in. They have to take turns guarding it, and he’s hardly ever home. He’s tried to get me over to his fire a couple of times, but I pretend I can’t hear him.”
“Where’s his fire?” Rusty asked casually.
“West of the ranch, in a grove of trees,” she said with complete unconcern. Rusty’s eyes went in that direction as his mind worked rapidly.
“Hey, what the hell are you looking for?” Rusty asked as she prepared to dive again. Her distrusting eyes studied his face for a moment, then she smiled.
“Gold,” she said in a whisper.
“Gold? There’s no gold in Nebraska.”
“You promise to keep my secret?” she asked with childlike seriousness.
“Of course, but I can tell you, there is no gold here.”
“Wrong,” she said, taking up a piece of cloth and handing him a shiny nugget. He looked at it in disdain, then looked closer. It appeared to be a huge gold nugget. He bit the nugget and it squashed beneath his teeth.
“My god in heaven,” Rusty said in awe.
“I told you so,” she said proudly.
“But you have to file a claim. Otherwise somebody can take it.”
“If I file, others will come. As long as I keep it secret, it’s all mine.”
“Then stake your claim in secret, but don’t file. That will hold up in most courts. Put in short stakes and hide your script in a hollow tree or something. Does Simon Hearn claim this land?”
“Yeah,” she admitted, stepping closer. He could smell the aroma of teenage girl on her body. It was very alluring. Nothing smelled better than wet girl. “You won’t tell, will you cowboy?”
“Me? Hell no,” Rusty laughed. He froze as her hands went around his neck. She was still wet, but for some reason, he didn’t mind. Fearing a trick, his hand went down and pulled the strap over the hammer of his pistol. She might still get it, if she tried, but she would have to struggle.
“I could do things for you?” she gently stroked his face.
“And I wish you would, but it’s not necessary. Your secret is safe with me. I should tell you though, that black stuff which the major is cursing, is probably more valuable than the gold.”
“Smith told him that,” she said, sitting on his dirty jeans, “but he doesn’t listen. He’s only worried about his cattle. Hey, you stink,” she said wrinkling her nose. “You should help me look for gold while you bathe. You can keep part of it.”
“I’d love too, but I’m man hunting, not girl hunting. I need to keep an eye on the ranch.”
“I know just the place,” she said in sudden excitement. “But wash first. I want a good fuck, and you’re closer to my own age than my daddy. I think you might be a good fuck, “she turned her head and gave him a coy smile.
His eyes went over her tiny, skinny body. Her white skin was sprinkled with freckles. She had just the barest touch of pubic hair. He could just imagine that partially hidden, hairless pussy stretching round his manhood. Her breasts were also enticing. Her lips were small and boyish, the least inviting thing on her body. She had cut her hair to less than shoulder length, but still longer than a man’s. All in all, she would grow up to be a great beauty.
“Lord help me,” Rusty whispered.
“No siree,” she said, climbing to her feet. “One man at a time.”
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