PORTER RANCH - PART TWO
From Part One:
Sean wakened with a start. The room was hot; he was tangled in the
bed covers; and he could smell his own sweat. Somewhat stiffly, he rose
and lit a lamp. The clock on the fireplace mantel indicated that it was
way past midnight. He opened a window and was greeted with a cool night
breeze. Inhaling the fresh air inspired him to pull
on a pair of pants and step out of doors. In a moment, he knew what had awakened
him: guilt. Returning to his bedroom, he slid into a pair of boots and
headed to the bunkhouse.
On entering the bunk room, he noticed that Nick's bed was empty, as
well as Rusty's. Thinking that Nick might have been hungry, he went to the
kitchen. Then, he checked the wash room. With a feeling of concern
gathering in his gut, he went to the stable and was relieved to see
Nick's horse there.
Now thoroughly concerned, however, he headed for the
outhouse, thinking that Nick might be sick. As he rounded the corner of
the bunkhouse, a nude Rusty ran toward him with a wild look in
his eyes. He grabbed Sean by the shoulders and babbled, "Oh God Sean!
Thank God you're here! Come quick! It's Nick." Without waiting for an
answer, he turned and ran toward the back of the outhouse.
Sean raced after the redhead, panic welling in the pit of his stomach.
Bright moonlight lit their way, while Rusty babbled almost
incoherently. Sean swore lividly as they rounded the corner of the
building. Nick appeared lifeless, curled on the ground in a fetal
position. The moonlight seemed to have bleached his dark skin to sickly
white. Sean rushed to his side while Rusty continued to babble.
"Rusty! Be quiet while I examine him!"
"Is, is he dead?"
"I don't know," Sean replied in a quieter voice. He placed his hand on
Nick's throat. "Yes, he's alive. Now, tell me what happened." He tried
to roll the boy onto his back, but Nick groaned in pain.
"I woke up a while ago and saw his bed empty. So I went looking for
him. Everywhere. When I couldn't find him, I thought about looking
here. I thought maybe he woke up horny and came back here to masturbate."
Sean gave Rusty an incredulous look. "Well, when the guys
get horny, this is where we do it," Rusty said lamely.
Sean shook his head and continued his examination. In a few minutes he
was able to determine that Nick had a black eye and some skin
abrasions. He did not appear to have any broken bones. But the worst
discovery was blood oozing from between the cheeks of his buttocks.
Neither he nor Rusty had anything with them to minister to Nick, so he
made the decision to take him to the main house. They placed Nick's
arms around their necks and pulled him to a standing position. Nick
roused to a semi-conscious state from the pain this caused, but he did
open his eyes. Speaking quiet encouragement to him, they made
agonizingly slow progress.
At length, they laid the boy on Sean's bed, then lit three more lamps the better to
examine him. Sean's first assessment of Nick's condition seemed
accurate; however, in the close air of the room, it was apparent that
someone had urinated on him. Sean gently rolled the boy onto his
stomach and spread his cheeks. His rectum was raw and swollen, and
blood oozed from it.
frustration, Sean stood pressing his palms to the sides of his head
and looked toward Heaven. Then, he screamed, "Who would do such a
Rusty began to wring his hands. "I'm so sorry Sean. I should have stayed awake and watched him."
Hearing Rusty berate himself, Sean calmed and patted the redhead on
the shoulder. "You're not to blame. You couldn't have
imagined that someone would attack him." But Rusty would not be
comforted. Sean grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him gently.
"Rusty, I need you to calm down now. We have to give Nick a bath to get
piss off him and clean his wounds. Can you do that?" Rusty nodded.
"Okay, go build up the fire in the stove and put some kettles of water
to heat. I'll start filling the bathtub."
An hour later, they lowered Nick into the tub of warm water and bathed
him. They had made enough noise to awaken Jake. He was visibly shaken
by the turn of events and even more so when they turned Nick and began
to wash his rectum. Jake immediately went to rouse the housekeeper to
brew a strong herbal tea that would help Nick sleep. Sean asked Rusty to put fresh linen on his
bed, and, in due time, they had Nick clean and dry with medicated ointment on his wounds, tucked into Sean's bed.
The noise, the light, the warm water and the pain had roused Nick to
full consciousness, but he would not look at them and he would only
speak if asked a direct question about his wounds. Furthermore, he would not tell them
who had attacked him. However, he was grateful for the tea and drank
two cups. Then, he rolled painfully onto his side--facing the wall--and fell asleep.
Jake retrieved a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, then motioned Sean
and Rusty to follow him onto the front porch. They sat on the steps
drinking and discussed the situation.
"Why won't he look at us and talk to us?" Rusty asked miserably.
"Probably because he's embarrassed," Jake mused. "He's been raped,
after all. That's a pretty personal affront to a man's self-image."
Rusty sighed and nodded his agreement. Sean looked at the boy and said,
"Thanks for your help tonight Rusty. But, you look like shit. Go back to the bunkhouse and try to get some
"Thanks a lot," Rusty said with a grin. "You don't look so hot
yourself." Then, he turned serious. "Do you want me to say anything to
the hands in the morning?"
Sean shook his head. "No, I'll tell them that Nick took sick during the
night and that he's being treated at the main house." He smiled wryly.
"That's the truth after all."
When Rusty was gone, Jake and Sean nursed their drinks silently for a
few minutes. Sean downed the last of his glass and said fiercely, "When I find
out who did this, they'll never find his body."
The tone of Sean's voice caused the hair on the back of Jake's neck to
stand on end. He placed a comforting hand on his friend's arm. "Easy
boy. If you find him before I do, bring him to me ... alive. Then we'll
both deal with him." He took a deep breath. "I hope Nick is willing
to talk to us in the morning."
Sean pointed to the dim glow on the Eastern horizon. "It is morning. It'll be sunrise
in an hour." He poured himself another drink and knocked it back in one gulp.
"Anyway, Nick may not know who attacked him. You saw the bump on his
temple and the one on the back of his head. He had to have been
unconscious for at least part of the time." He threw his glass across
the front yard in disgust. "Aw shit! Who would do such a thing? All the
men liked him, even Will was coming around."
Jake shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Then it could be anybody, even Rusty."
"But he and Nick are friends."
"Look Sean, you told me that Rusty was coming from behind the outhouse
when he ran into you. How do you know he didn't do it and pretend to be
coming for help when he saw you?" Sean just stared at him. "Regardless,
there's something we don't know here. Nick's past is a mystery. Maybe
that has a bearing on his attack. We've got to have more information. Meanwhile, we can't trust anyone."
"I hope it's not Rusty," Sean said miserably.
"This wasn't the act of some crazy sexual predator," Jake mused. "This
was a crime of passion. They pissed on him for
Christ's sake." And, with a sigh, "Come on, let's try to get a couple
of hours of sleep at least."
Sean carefully crawled under the covers and wrapped his arm around Nick's chest. "I love you," he whispered to the sleeping boy.
bright morning sun wakened Sean and Nick at the same moment. The boy
started in fright when he sensed Sean's body pressed to his back. Sean
calmed him with loving words, but Nick neither looked at him nor spoke.
He did, however, let Sean help him use the chamber pot and apply new
salve to his wounds. He also accepted more cups of the strong herbal
tea, then went back to sleep.
At noon, Sean returned to the house to check on Nick. He was awake and
it was obvious that the boy had been crying. As Sean stroked his hair and
kissed his shoulder, Nick was mumbling to himself, "Madre de Dios
what will become of me? I have been turned out by my family and my
church. Now I have been abused and humiliated by someone who called me friend, and
I have been betrayed by someone who vowed that he loved me. Hear me
Blessed Mother. Hear my prayer and tell me what to do. I do not want to
live and I cannot take my own life."
Sean's blood froze, stunned by the words. He gathered Nick into his arms and spoke
softly to him. "Nick, I do love you. Do you believe that I betrayed
Nick turned fierce eyes to him. "Who is your true lover Sean?"
Taken aback, Sean stared at him, wide-eyed. "You are the one I love. I
have no other lover." Nick turned away from him. "Please tell me what
happened to you last night. Who did this to you?"
Nick mumbled, "I do not know who attacked me. It was dark and they only whispered."
"Then tell me what they said ... please."
Nick rolled onto his back and fixed his clear blue eyes on Sean. "He
accused me of flaunting myself before you, but said that you were his, that
one could have you but him. The last thing he said before he hit me was
that he would give me what I wanted from you, then I had best
leave Porter Ranch. Then, I knew nothing else until you found me."
They stared intently for the measure of several heartbeats. Finally,
with a sob stuck in his throat, Sean said, "Nick, I swear by Holy
Mother Church and my immortal soul, I have no other lover. I swear I love only you. I have no
knowledge of what your attacker speaks. The man
who attacked you is either lying or crazy in the head."
Nick's eyes widened. "No one would forswear such an oath. You really do love me."
Tears streaming down his face now, Sean said fiercely, "Yes Nicholas! I
love you. If you'll have me, I want you by my side, forever."
Nick hugged Sean to him tightly. "Thank you Holy Mother. You have answered my prayer."
Sean pulled back and smiled down at his love, gently caressing his face. "Believe in me Nick, as I believe in you."
The boy smiled wryly at Sean. "You have heard my pitiful confession and
yet you have faith in me." He shrugged. "I will tell you the truth. You were right about me; I was raised in the luxury of my
to be a good
steward of the land. To my father, that role included marriage and the
production of more sons. But, I was not so inclined and I would
not live a lie with a wife. So, I refused to be married, and I told my
father why. He flew into a rage and dragged me to the church and threw
down before the altar. He summoned the priest and I confessed openly to
him that my true desire was to seek the love of another man. The padre
repudiated me and denied me the sacraments. Then, my
father also repudiated me and turned me out with what you saw at the
depot. He also decreed that no member of the family could give me
sanctuary. The money I had when I left my former home
brought me as far as Santa Paula."
Sean smiled in understanding. "Then I bless that money, for it brought
you to me. Your birth family has turned against you, but you have a new
family here that loves and respects you."
Nick lifted one eyebrow. "One in our number does not. What are we going to do about that?"
"We will speak with Jake tonight and decide what to do. The
men have been told that you took sick during the night and are being
treated here. Meanwhile, I'll move your personal things from the
bunkhouse to this room." He smiled down at Nick. "This is
where they belong."
That night, Nick felt well enough to eat in the dining room with Jake
and Sean. After the meal, they sat talking over a final glass of wine.
Jake verbalized a mutual concern. "Sean, Nick's attacker is obsessed
with you and will do violence to anyone that is attracted to you. He
knows that Nick is still here, so I don't think we ought to leave him
alone. What if the guy comes gunning for him?"
Sean sat thinking for a moment, then the glint of an idea shown in his
eye. "Maybe that's what we should hope for." The other two looked
at him as if he had grown a second head. "Look, I've been wondering how
we were ever going to find out who this guy is, and we won't unless he
voluntarily shows himself."
Recognizing the truth of the statement, Jake said, "Go ahead. What are you thinking?"
Smiling at his lover, Sean continued. "I'll bet money that the guy is
waiting until Nick has recovered to see whether he will pack his bag and
leave; otherwise, he would have tried to get at Nick already. So, I
think we should set him up by announcing that Nick has fully regained his health,
but will live here in the main house, with me. That news should so
infuriate him that he won't be able to resist trying something."
Nick shook his head violently. "No Sean! You and Jake would be putting yourselves in danger."
Jake chimed in. "But more to the point Nick, we would be using you as bait."
He looked intently at the boy. "I don't like the idea, but it may be the only way. You would have to agree to it though.
We won't force you."
Before Nick could respond, Sean made another point. "Look, if we don't
draw the guy out now and get it over with, all we have to look forward
to is living in fear until he makes his next move."
The veracity of his statement settled like an unwelcome blanket on all
three men. Jake frowned in thought for a few minutes, then suggested a
compromise. "I'll agree to use Nick as bait as long as he's not here."
Nick and Sean looked up in surprise. "Tomorrow morning, I'll make a
quick trip into town in the wagon and Nick will be the hidden cargo."
He smiled at the boy. "I think you would enjoy working for Polly for a
few days. She needs a musician at the saloon and I know that she has a
beautiful Spanish guitar. Meanwhile, Sean and I will set the plan in
Nick frowned into his wineglass. "I still do not like the idea of you putting yourselves in danger."
Jake tapped the table in front of the boy. "Nicholas, do not forget
that this is my ranch, to do with as I see fit. I have a criminal at
liberty on my property and I mean to catch him and bring him to
justice. Furthermore, as my employee, you will do as I say."
Nick bowed his head. "As you wish Jake."
To soften his harsh words, Jake moved to stand behind the boy and massaged his shoulders. He said, gently, "You and
Sean are good men and I want to see you living happy lives together for
many years to come. This thing needs to be done, and everything will
work out well."
Sean and Nick retired to their bedroom, keenly aware that this was
their first night together as lovers. Before they disrobed, they
stood beside the bed in a comfortable embrace slowly exploring each
their lips and hands. The light of a single lamp cast their animated
shadow on the
Sean withdrew his tongue from Nick's ear and whispered, "I'm so
glad that you are feeling better."
Nick's lips reluctantly released Sean's earlobe. "The bath you gave me earlier helped. Thank you for washing me."
lips and teeth savored the soft skin below Nick's ear for a few
heartbeats. "It was a joy to wash you. Perhaps you would like to wash
before you leave tomorrow?"
With great reluctance, Nick stopped nibbling at Sean's Adam's apple to
answer. "It would be my privilege to wash you." He smiled
wickedly to himself as his hands roamed Sean's clothes covered body. "You know that I
desire to do the best work of which I am capable. But, in this case you
have given me a handicap." His teeth resumed sampling the Adam's apple.
the feeling of his lover's lips, Sean sighed deeply before inquiring,
"How have I given you a handicap?" His hands searched the contours of
Nick's lips and teeth had progressed to the soft tissue of Sean's
shoulder. "I have
never seen you naked, and it would be most beneficial for me to explore
your body in order to plan how to wash you properly." His lips pressed
into Sean's shoulder once more.
Chuckling softly at his lover's devilish sense of humor, Sean brought Nick's lips to his and probed the boy's mouth for a
time. Then, he pulled back and took Nick's face between his hands.
Smiling into the clear blue eyes, he crooned, "I can see how I have placed
you at a disadvantage, and I wish to rectify my mistake at once." He
began to unbutton his shirt.
Nick tenderly licked Sean's lips and whispered, "Please let me. I would rather
learn this task by doing rather than by demonstration."
And there, for the time being, their verbal exchange ended. Nick took
Sean into a deep but gentle kiss while his fingers snaked under Sean's
suspenders and pulled them off his shoulders. He unbuttoned the cuffs
of Sean's shirt, kissing each newly exposed wrist and the palm of each hand. Then began the slow release of each button of the
shirt, acquainting himself with the taste and texture of every part of
Sean's chest as it was revealed. Nick allowed himself a brief excited
moan at the sight of his lover's nipples, taking first one then the
other between his lips. He pulled the shirt completely off his man and
stood behind him. While his lips investigated the contours of Sean's back, his fingers caressed his stomach and chest.
Sean was not oblivious to Nick's ministrations. He was already excited
by the sight, taste, smell and feel of his lover. Thus, his senses
soared when Nick began to undress him and explore his body.
Meanwhile, Nick was satisfied that he had properly navigated Sean's upper torso. Thus, he bid
his lover to sit on the bed while he removed his boots. That done, he caressed
each stocking clad foot, then pulled the heavy wool socks off with his
teeth. He murmured, "Your feet are beautiful Sean, as beautiful as I
have found the rest of you to be." With that, he kissed and caressed
Sean was now breathing heavily, open-mouthed and eyes wide with wonder.
Nick spread Sean's legs and knelt between them, the better to unbutton
his lover's pants. Having done so, he ignored the prominent erection he had exposed, choosing to
move back and grasp the cuffs of the pants. Sean lifted his hips
slightly and Nick slowly slid the trousers off his legs. Now having
completely uncovered the secrets of his lover's body, Nick exclaimed,
"In my most extravagant dreams I could not imagine such beauty!"
He slowly and methodically kissed and licked his way up Sean's leg,
caressing it with his fingertips, exploring every curve of muscle
there. When he reached Sean's hefty testicles, he greeted them with a
tender kiss, then paid like homage to Sean's other leg. When he next
met the testicles, he raked their fine hair covering with his
fingernails--whereupon, Sean sucked in a volume of air through barred teeth--then
began to massage them, feeling every vein and tube within. Finally, he
bathed them with his tongue, mourning the fact that they were too large
to take into his mouth.
At this point, Sean was whimpering uncontrollably.
Nick finally acknowledged Sean's handsome penis. He placed his hands on
the boy's slim hips and bathed the length of the sculpted shaft with
his tongue. The prodigious head throbbed with the beat of Sean's racing
heart. Discovering that Sean's natural lubricant had dripped neatly
into his navel, Nick relished each drop that he lapped up with the tip
of his tongue.
Sean hissed and croaked, "Please Nick! I can't stand any more!"
Acknowledging his lover's wishes, Nick took Sean's penis into his mouth. Retracting the foreskin with his lips, he created
unbelievable sensations that thundered through Sean's nervous system.
His brain telegraphed the appropriate signals to his genitals; his testicles and prostate spasmed simultaneously; and sperm
rocketed into Nick's mouth. Sean bellowed like a calf meeting the branding iron while Nick drank deeply of his seed.
Time stopped; their bodies froze. Neither boy dared move until the riot
of nerve signals coursing through their bodies returned to some
semblance of order. Several minutes later, Nick released Sean's penis
and his lover collapsed onto the bed. Nick crawled beside him, took him
into his arms and gave him a deep lover's kiss. "Thank you Sean for
allowing me to explore you. It made me quite excited."
Sean smiled up at his boyfriend. "Well, I can't just take your word for
that. I'll have to see for myself." He stood Nick before him and
removed his shirt. "Ah, your nipples are very hard. Perhaps you are as
excited as you say." Then, he licked, sucked and tasted each hard nub.
Satisfied that they were very excited, he removed Nick's pants,
disclosing more evidence of excitement.
When he reached out to touch Nick's penis, the boy placed his quivering
hands on Sean's shoulders and confessed, "Oh Sean, I am very close.
Touch me and I will release." Those words were music to Sean's ears. In
one motion, he took Nick's thick penis into his mouth. True to his
word, Nick rewarded Sean with a powerful stream of seed.
Time cycled once more and froze while the two lovers savored the
moment. When they could bear to part, they lowered the lamp and crawled
under the covers. Facing each other, foreheads touching, Sean murmured,
"Thank you Nick. You are a skillful lover. I've never felt anything
like that before."
Nick stole a quick kiss before replying. "I learned the skill from the vaqueros
on my father's rancho
. But, tonight it was a gift to you with love from my heart."
"I've wrangled with a few cowhands over the years, but I have acquired
not so much skill as you." He too stole a quick kiss. "So, from this
day forward, I will simply worship you and your body with as much love
as I have in my heart."
Nick took a much longer kiss this time. "Sean, I will value your love
above all else. This I pledge to you." He stroked his lover's face and
asked shyly, "Will you hold me as you did last night while I sleep?"
Daylight found both Nick and Sean freshly scrubbed from the bath and sated from another round of lovemaking.
Now fully dressed, they joined Jake for a hearty breakfast. Afterward, the two lovers indulged themselves in a long
good bye filled with memorable kisses. Sean departed for the bunkhouse
to hand out the day's assignments. Jake went to hitch the team to the
wagon. And, Nick packed clothes for a few days.
While Sean was busy in the bunkhouse, Jake drove the wagon to the front
of the main house. He loaded an old cabinet that he wanted to sell and
covered it with a tarpaulin. Just before he tied it down, Nick scurried
underneath. By the time the sun was hand-high above the horizon, they
were on their way. A quarter mile down the road, Jake ensured that they
were not being followed and released Nick from his hiding place to
enjoy the rest of the journey in the bright sun and cool breeze.
In town, they parked in front of Hudson House and met with Polly,
telling her the complete story. She was appalled at the events but
overjoyed that Nick and Sean had found each other. She
readily agreed to house Nick and to create a credible fiction of
employment as an entertainer. She showed him to a room over the saloon
where he could settle in. "Thank you Polly for doing this favor for us," Nick said shyly.
Polly gathered him to her ample bosom for a hug. "You're quite welcome.
I'm very fond of Sean and Jake, and I owe them a favor or two."
Then, she excused herself to converse with Jake before he departed.
After lunch, Polly brought out an exquisite Spanish guitar. Nick tuned
it and played and sang several songs for her. Quite satisfied with his musical
talent, she was content to let him plan the entertainment himself. He
changed into his traveling clothes--the finest he owned--and descended
to the saloon. Polly introduced him to the bartender and serving girls--three of whom he had met earlier--,
then he went to work. Perched on a high stool at one side of the room,
he began to play and sing. In short order, he had attracted an audience
and involved them in the entertainment as he had the cowboys back in
the bunkhouse. Thus, his career as an entertainer was well under way.
He played several sets in the afternoon, had dinner, and played more
sets during the evening, earning an astonishing amount of gratuity from
his audience. Afterward, he had the opportunity to talk
to Polly, where he tried to give her the money he had collected.
Laughing, she said, "Keep it Nick. You earned it in more ways than one.
You kept the patrons in the saloon drinking. We sold more whiskey
The next morning, Jake and Sean began the day as usual; however, they
kept the curtains to Sean's bedroom closed. Jake informed the cowboys
that Nick's condition was improving nicely and that he might be fully
recovered by the next day.
Meanwhile, Nick and Polly were taking a morning walk around Santa
Paula's main street. Nick observed, "This is the only town I have ever visited. Are all towns as nice as this
Polly chuckled. "It's nice as small towns go. It's been pleasant living here. I'll be sorry to leave."
Astonished, Nick asked, "You are leaving Santa Paula?"
"Oops, I guess I let the cat out of the bag. Please don't tell Jake or Sean."
"Polly, please forgive me for making such a personal reference, but
Jake will be grieved when you go. He cares very much for you."
"I know he does Nick, but he might not when he learns that I'm pregnant."
Nick processed this information for a moment. "Perhaps this will be a
good test of his feelings for you. Please give him a chance."
"No, I'm leaving. When he finds out, he'll never speak to me again."
Nick sighed. "This is so sad. Where will you go?"
Polly put on a brave front. "I've made a good living at Hudson House,
and I've saved my money. I've got enough to open my own saloon; but,
I'll have a baby. So, I've also considered buying my own ranch and
living out in the country.
That would be a nice place to raise a child." She
smiled wryly at Nick. "I've never been very fond of the life I lead."
The next morning, Sean set the trap. He called all the hands together
and told them about the attack on Nick, and that for Nick's safety, he
would live with Sean in the main house. Jake observed the faces of the
men, but could only detect what appeared to be honest astonishment at
the announcement. Although work on the ranch progressed as
usual, Jake or Sean managed to stay near to or in the main house for
the rest of the day.
Just after sundown, Sean strolled onto the front porch to escape the
stifling heat of the main house. Without warning, an arm wrapped around his neck from
the back and cold metal pressed firmly to his right temple. "Make a
sound and I'll blow your head off," a voice said, next to his ear.
"You won't shoot me Will."
"The hell I won't, you whore! You broke my heart when you took that
fucking Mexican into your bed," Will Hatfield shouted viciously.
"What's that to you Will? You made a pass at me when you first came to work here two years ago and I turned you down."
"It means everything to me O'Connor. I've loved you from the first day
I saw you. I kept hoping I'd have a chance with you. Then that scheming
Mexican showed up."
"Come on Will. I turned you down. You never had a chance with me. You raped Nick for nothing."
"Yeah, I gave the little bastard what he had coming to him. Now you're
going to get what's coming to you." Sean could feel Will's hard cock
pressing against his butt. "Take three steps forward, very slowly, then
turn around. I want to see your face."
Sean complied. He stepped forward and felt the cold steel of Will's
pistol pull away from his head. He turned slowly to face the man, just
in time to see Jake slip silently out of the house and move behind
Will. Then, Jake brought
the butt of his own pistol down hard on the back of Will's head and Sean kicked the gun out of his hand.
They stood there, breathing hard, for a heartbeat staring down at Will's unconscious
form, then moved into a quick embrace. Jake pulled away and said,
"Don't go away." He returned seconds later with a whiskey bottle. They
sat on the steps and each took a pull at the bottle.
Sean mused, "Partner, this has been a long and fairly shitty day. I
thought he was never going to show up." They turned to look at the
motionless form. "What are we going to do with him?"
"I'll hitch the wagon and take him into town tonight. I'll turn him over to the constable and bring Nick home."
Sean laughed. "I like the way you think my friend."
Jake looked back at Will again. "Are you surprised that it was Will?"
"Now that it's all over, I should have known it was him. He's the only
one that's made a pass at me in years. I just never figured that after
I turned him down he would harbor all those delusions."
Jake nodded. "The poor guy must be insane. Maybe they will lock him away in a place that can care for him."
Sean tied Will's hands behind his back while Jake fetched the wagon.
They heaved the boy into the back and Jake mounted the seat.
As he pulled out, he said, "I'll stay at the hotel tonight and be back
in the morning."
Sean saluted his friend and said, "I'll tell the men the news at breakfast tomorrow. Have a good trip."
Jake pressed the horses faster than usual, for he was eager to be rid
of his demented human cargo. The wagon clattered into town less than an hour
later. He stopped in front of the constable's office at the far end of
main street. As he tied the reins to the brake handle, he felt a sharp
pain on the back of his head, then nothing at all.
Will jumped from the wagon, breathing heavily and rubbed his chaffed
wrists. It had taken him almost the entire length of the trip into town
to free himself. For the moment, his demented mind was crystal clear. He
surroundings, glad that the constable's office was dark. He needed a
fast horse to make his escape from this accursed town. Glancing down
street toward the depot, he spotted several horses hitched in front of
Hudson House. Carefully, he made his way toward them, staying in the
shadows. When he came closer to the horses, he swore lividly under his
breath. A group of cowboys was sitting in front of the saloon talking
quietly. Will looked around; there wasn't another horse in sight. He
looked toward the livery stable. Shit, the door was closed and likely
barred from the inside. The fucking town was closed up tight -- except
for Hudson House. He searched his pockets; he still had his month's
pay. He could have a drink and keep an eye on the horses; then, when
coast was clear, he could steal a couple and make his getaway.
He inched closer to Hudson House and became aware of guitar
music. He would recognize that playing anywhere. Nick! The little
motherfucker was here! Will almost passed out with the thought. He
leaned heavily against the building and shook his head fighting down
insane rage like bitter bile in his throat. As his mind cleared, a
warped smile formed on his sweating face.
He casually strolled toward Hudson House, passed the cowboys--nodding
pleasantly to them--and stopped at the door. There! There he was,
sitting like a peacock atop a stool. Blind, insane rage again filled
At that moment, Nick finished his last song of the evening. His fingers
were sore and he was slightly hoarse from long hours of performing. He
rested the guitar against the wall and hopped off the stool, bowing to
thunderous applause. Men threw coins at his feet. Shyly, he picked them
up, kissed them and bowed to his audience one last time.
Smiling broadly, he turned and started up the stairs, visions of a
comforting bottle of wine, a comfortable bed and even more comforting
thoughts of Sean occupied his mind. Half way up the stairs, his visions were shattered by a
voice he knew well. "Nick
Ontiveros!" it thundered, full of malevolent hatred. His blood froze at
Nick turned on the stairway to see a wild-eyed Will charging up after
him, hands in front like the claws of a vulture. He barely had time to
brace himself before Will was upon him, shouting obscenities at the top
of his voice. They grappled with each other, trading punches while
trying to keep their footing on the stairs. Will had just managed a
glancing blow to Nick's chin, and Nick had delivered a fist to Will's
stomach, when well-manicured hands curled around Will's
neck from behind.
"Polly!" Nick shouted. "Get out of here!"
As Will's eyes widened in surprise, Nick punched him in the stomach. Will straightened and delivered a devastating blow to Polly
with his elbow. She staggered then rolled like a log down the stairs.
Will paused for one second too long and Nick's fist connected
with his jaw, sending the man staggering sideways and over the
banister, crashing head first through a table below.
"Polly!" Nick bellowed, and ran to the foot of
the stairs. He gathered her limp form into his arms, completely unaware
of the pandemonium swirling around him.
Jake slowly opened his eyes to see a mass of wrinkles and gray hair
surrounding clear gray eyes. "Pete?" he asked tentatively. The wrinkles
rearranged themselves into a toothy smile. Jake looked around,
realizing he was laying on a couch in the constable's office. He tried
to sit up much too fast and grabbed the back of his head--feeling
bandage there--as a sharp pain blinded him.
"Easy son," Pete crooned and pushed him back down. "The doc says you got hit with something a might hard. Take it easy."
"How did I get here? Your office was dark when I drove up."
"Lot's happened since then. I found you on the ground beside your wagon."
Jake very, very slowly, sat up. Taking a deep breath, he said, "There's a man in my wagon. I was bringing him here."
"Young fella? Tall, dark brown hair, wearing a sheepskin vest?"
Jake started to nod his head, then thought better of it. "Yes."
"Oh, don't worry about him. He's dead." Jake's eyes
widened. "Broke his neck. The doc says that happens when ya fall head first from a
great height." Jake
opened his mouth to speak. "It's a long story." Pete reached for a
glass of cloudy liquid and presented it to Jake. "Here, drink this--the
doc left it for ya--and
I'll tell you all about it."
Pete spent the next half hour recounting the tale of the fight on the
Hudson House stairs and Polly's fall. Several saloon patrons had run to
fetch Pete from his home. Others carried Polly to her room and
comforted the weeping Nick. Still others had discovered that Will was
dead and called the undertaker. The doctor had examined Polly and
determined that she had no broken bones and no sprains; the fall had
merely rendered her unconscious. Other than a few bruises from the fall, apparently, she was going to be all
right. Jake completed the story by giving Pete an account of events at
the ranch. Pete was satisfied that justice had been done, albeit divine
justice. As far as he was concerned, the case was closed.
He informed Jake that he had put his wagon and team in the livery
stable. Then, he offered to walk Jake over to Hudson House just to make
certain that he was suffering no ill effects from the blow to his head.
By this time, the doctor's tonic had taken effect and Jake was feeling
Pete left Jake at the door to Hudson House. In spite of the very late hour, the saloon was still
lighted and going strong. He
entered and looked around for Polly or Nick. At the sound of his name,
he looked up the stairs to see Nick running down, wild-eyed, with blood
stains on his hands and the front of his white shirt.
"Jake, Jake, come quickly! It is Polly." He turned and ran back up the stairs.
Jake burst into Polly's room, right behind Nick, to find her naked on the bed, eyes closed, an
arm draped across her forehead. Blood stained rags covered her privates and a
pail of pink-colored water rested beside the bed.
"The constable told me about your fight with Will and about her fall. The doctor said she would be all right. What happened?"
Nick explained. "She was resting comfortably after the doctor left. I
think she slept for a few minutes. Then, she sat up, in
pain. She stumbled to the chamber pot and blood poured out of her. When
it stopped, I helped her back to the bed. I fetched a pail of water, and I have been cleaning her. She had
just wakened and began calling for you. This frightened me, so I was
running to fetch the doctor when you arrived." Nick looked intently at
Jake. "She had a miscarriage Jake. She was pregnant."
Polly opened her eyes and looked at Jake. "Do you hate me?" Tears
filled the man's eyes. He fell to his knees beside the bed and cried
into her breast. Polly kissed the top of
Jake's head and smoothed his hair with her fingers. Nick smiled down at them.
He went to his own room and straightened the bedcovers and turned
them down neatly. Returning to Polly's room, he and Jake examined her
and found the bleeding had stopped. They cleaned her, then moved her
to Nick's room. There, Nick left them for the night, knowing that
Jake's presence was the best medicine for Polly. He changed the sheets on Polly's bed and
collapsed into a dreamless sleep.
Late the next morning, Nick informed the girls of Polly's miscarriage.
They took her to the bath and, after careful examination, said that she
would be all right. They bathed, groomed and dressed her, so that when
she emerged, she appeared to be her former self. She did
take another draught of the doctor's powders, however, to ease the pain from the
bruising she received from the fall. And, she was able to negotiate the
stairs--with Jake at her side--to enjoy a light lunch.
Nick grinned all through the meal. Jake and Polly behaved like the two
young people they were, in love. He sighed. Sean! Oh to be with Sean
Nick speculated that Jake had used some terrific powers of persuasion
last night, for shortly after lunch, Polly resigned from Hudson House;
Jake and Nick
packed her things; and the three were in the wagon bound for Porter
Ranch by mid afternoon. The three of
them were side by side on the wagon seat, with Nick driving of course.
Jake and Polly were much too preoccupied with each other to drive.
When the wagon passed through the gate of Porter Ranch, Nick could see his
lover pacing the front porch of the main house. He smiled, called
Sean's name and waved. The boy raced from the porch and stopped, in
shock, half way to the wagon when he recognized Polly. She waved and
blew him a kiss. With a sparkle in his eye, Nick blew him a kiss too.
Sean jumped into the back of the wagon and stood behind Nick, gripping
his shoulders, until they stopped in front of the house.
When they were settled in the parlor, they took turns telling Sean the
story of the previous night. He sat next to Nick, grasping his hand
tightly as he heard the terrifying events recounted. The dinner bell had rung by the time the tale was finished. Jake asked
the housekeeper to set an additional place at the table, and they used
the hearty meal as the first step to putting the circumstances of
the previous days behind them. That night, they retired early, each
couple being eager for some private time together, this being the first
time either pair had been together without a cloud of fear or doubt
The next morning, the four met with the ranch hands and informed them
of the circumstances of Will's death and Polly's presence on the ranch.
That afternoon, Sean and Nick moved into the little house across from the
hay barn, the house where Sean grew up. But at Jake and Polly's insistence, they planned to
take meals in the main house.
At dinner that night, Nick shared the knowledge of his father's business success.
His father had realized that the cattle economy of Southern California was
dying and diversified into sheep ranching and farming. He planted grain
and vegetable crops, vineyards and orchards, the produce of which made
him a wealthy man.
Nick and Sean were somewhat surprised the following morning when Jake and Polly announced
that they intended to take the train into Ventura, the county seat, and
would be back in a week. Upon their return, they showed Sean and Nick
two documents: their marriage certificate and a new deed to Porter
Ranch, in the names of Jacob Ronald Porter, Pauline Berniece Porter, Sean
Patrick O'Connor and Nicholas de los Santos Ontiveros.
Sean and Nick were stunned. "Why?" they asked at the same time.
"Because I wanted us to be legally what we already are, a family,"
Jake responded. "Sean, I've wanted to do this since your father died."
He smiled at Polly and Nick. "But, I'm glad I waited, because our family is now complete. Sean, you've been
my brother for most of my life. Nick, I'm proud to call you 'brother.'
Like Sean and Polly, you have an inner goodness and strength of character that runs through you like a bar of steel. And Polly,
what can I say? You've been the love of my life for years." He embraced
them all with his eyes. "Now, we're all together. As we should be."
Grinning, he added to the still stunned Nick and Sean, "Take a close look at the deed."
The two lovers scanned the document carefully, and Sean's eyebrows flew
up in surprise. "This lists the tracts across the road, clear to the
Santa Clara River!"
"Yes," said Jake. "The land was for sale and we bought it, doubling the
size of our holdings. We consulted some experts and found that this
valley sits on about twenty feet of top soil. It will grow anything.
How would you two feel about our trying out some of the things Nick
suggested? And getting filthy rich in the process?"
Sean whooped, "Filthy rich is good! We're family. Let's do it!" They moved together into a group hug.
By eleven o'clock, Sean and Nick stood in their
bedroom, naked and embraced, the lamp turned low. Physically holding each other had taken on new
importance after recent events. Their eyes shone; their smiles were
wide; their hearts beat fast; their breaths were short; and their
mouths were hungry. Thoroughly excited, the scent of their musk radiated
throughout the room.
Sean pulled away from a kiss and
beheld his companion with eyes that never tired of the sight. Nick was large of
stature, but perfectly proportioned. He put out a tentative hand toward his
lover's chest. "You are so good, so loving, so perfect; I feel unworthy of you."
At these words, the smile that Nick had worn slid from his face. He
covered Sean's hand with his own and said, "I am yours, your lover. And
you are mine. We stand side by side as partners." He pulled Sean into a
tight embrace and whispered into his ear, "Pleasure me Sean, and
will pleasure you."
smiled. Grasping Nick's hand, he pulled him down onto the bed.
"Then lie here and I will worship you as I once promised." With a hand, he gently pressed Nick
onto his back, and bent to look into his eyes. Smoothing back the boy's long
dark hair, he kissed his eyes tenderly. His lips continued to plant kisses as they traveled over
Nick's face, down to his ear. There, Sean employed his tongue,
tracing the whorls of the formation. Then, his lips and teeth tugged
and nipped the lobe. He inhaled the scent of Nick's musk, sending
desire coursing through his mind and body.
With a deep growl, Nick pulled Sean on top of him. They
shivered with delight as their manhoods touched; they sighed as they
felt the cool
skin of their legs intertwine and the strong muscles of
their chests press together. Sean's heart swelled as he looked down at
the boy whose heart he had won. He cradled the beautiful head
between his hands and gave his lover a soft kiss, first tenderly
sucking the lower lip, then probing with his
tongue. Nick opened his mouth and accepted the offering, savoring
its sweet taste fully. As their tongues dueled, Nick's fingers began
to explore Sean's body. With each stroke of the man's skin, he became
At last, Sean released Nick's mouth and smothered his face with
kisses, the beginning of a journey of love. For a long while, his lips
savored the soft skin of his partner's throat. Nick murmured something
in Spanish when Sean's teeth raked a nipple. Briefly, he
gave equal treatment to the other nipple, immediately feeling Nick's
fingers knot in his hair. His lover relaxed somewhat as as he slowly
left a trail of wet kisses down to his navel. As Sean's tongue laved
that wonder of nature, he felt the scorching heat of Nick's penis
against his cheek, generating an
electric charge in his mind as he brushed past it, kissing his way
down. Nick thrust his hips upward, involuntarily urging Sean to take
his member and give him relief.
In Nick's state of desire, his testicles were drawn up tightly against the
base of his penis, depriving Sean of the pleasure of taking them into
his mouth. Nevertheless, he slathered them with his lips and turned
instead to that sensitive spot behind them. He kissed it, sucked
it and nipped it with his teeth, bringing forth loud words of
encouragement from Nick, in Spanish, proving
that passion translates across all languages.
At this point, Nick's erection was so hard that it flexed in time with
rapid beating of his heart. Sean dared not think about his own and its
advanced state of arousal; although, he was vaguely aware of it
slapping against his belly, in time with his own surging heart rate.
Hardly oblivious to his lover's impassioned pleas, Sean's tongue
explored the taught skin of Nick's inner thighs, savoring the heady
scent of clean sweat and sexual musk. Then, he concentrated on his well-formed knees, bringing forth another torrent of
expletives. He raised Nick's legs,
making a move to explore the boy's rectum with his finger, then stopped abruptly.
"Are you well enough for me to pleasure you there?" Sean asked, tentatively.
"Yes!" Nick bellowed. "Please! I am ready for you!"
touched his most intimate place, Nick shouted something in Spanish and raised his knees
to his chest, baring himself to his lover.
inserted his finger, causing the boy to squirm
as the ministrations stimulated his sphincter. Shortly, the
probing finger discovered his swollen prostate and Sean began to
massage it tenderly. Nick's hips undulated with each stroke of
the finger and his moans of pleasure rose and fell with the same
each nudge of his prostate, a pearl of semen appeared at the end of his
penis. Sean reverently took each drop on his tongue and relished it.
As Sean nursed the end of Nick's magnificent column and milked his
prostate, his lover's moans grew louder and the muscles of his legs
began to quiver. Suddenly, he moaned a phrase that clearly meant that
he had passed the point of no return.
withdrew his finger and covered Nick's shaft with his mouth. The
muscles of Nick's stomach formed
ripples as he ejaculated and his legs formed a vice-like grip around
Sean's waist. The boy nursed furiously, swallowing Nick's seed,
savoring its pungent taste; all the while glorying in the pleasure he
knew he was giving his lover, equal partner, friend and brother.
As their breathing returned to normal, Sean willed his muscles to move when he felt the feather light touch of Nick's fingers
massaging his temples. When their eyes met, Nick
smiled and Sean began to tremble, his passion for this magnificent
being peaked and he felt himself about to loose control.
Nick rolled on top of Sean and took him into a deep soul kiss. He felt ardor stream from Sean's mind to his, and their hips
simultaneously began to grind together. At once, their bodies and souls
were locked together as one sexual organism. Excitement, love and lust
streamed back and forth between them as air streamed between their
lungs with their kiss.
So slowly that Sean didn't realize what he was doing, Nick rose to
his knees and straddled Sean's hips. He broke the kiss long enough to
smile down at his lover and whisper, "I wish to be at one with you." He
pushed back and Sean's rampant penis glided into Nick's pulsating
rectum. As Nick began to pump his hips, he sat up and placed Sean's
his hard shaft. His eyes closed and his mouth went slack, the
picture of a man lost in the nerve tingling thrill of being masturbated
inside and out.
Instantly, Sean felt his testicles churn. Natural lubrication oozed out
of his penis. He felt it swell in his lover at the same time Nick's distended
shaft bloated further in his fist. They moaned in unison and ejaculated at the same instant.
Nick didn't open his eyes until his breathing calmed. Then, he gazed
down at the ropes of semen on Sean's chest. With a sensuous movement of
his hand, he swept up some of his seed and fed it to his lover. Sean
sucked the delicacy off his fingers and Nick continued to feed him
until his chest was clean.
Nick fell down beside Sean, who gathered him into his arms
and presented him with a kiss. Pressing his entire body to the boy, Nick shuddered
with contentment. They gazed at each other, eyes shining. Sean tenderly
stroked Nick's cheek and whispered, "It will be like this
us." They continued to kiss and cuddle, rejoicing in the glory of their love.
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