Nineteen-year-old budding gunslinger Ben Wylie sparks the interest of Cal Decker, the real thing, when the older man keeps the younger from a needless killing. Smitten, Cal attempts to reel in the hotheaded Ben, only to be drawn into such an extent he assists the kid in escaping after a shooting. Even as Cal sees Ben as the worst kind of killer, the kind looking for more, he cannot resist Ben’s youthful attributes. Cal uses his years of experience to outwit the law, but can these men have a life together on the run? Cal is willing to try.

Roughshod

“We’ve got a good thing going,” I said. “Why not keep on?”


He had no answer and for a second I was sorry I’d pressed. He looked lost now, more boy than man, and I wanted to tell him we’re not all shitheels, but I just lay, pulling my dick. He said not a word before he went out the door.


“Well, goddammit all to hell,” I ranted when he’d gone. I got up, pissed, washed, and when I caught myself in the mirror I scolded. “You goddamn fool,” I said to me. “Leave off him. Leave the hell off.”


When I emerged from the hotel I considered Ben Wylie gone. He’d declared himself ready to leave and I pictured him rushing headlong down to the livery, mounting up, and riding north like he’d said. I went to the Oriental Saloon, figuring to get drunk. I was well along in this endeavor when shots were heard. Gunfire is common in Tombstone, yet I sprang to attention. Ben, I thought as I rushed outside.


Chapter 6