Chapter 4

The rider reached over his head, trying for a hold on Hank’s hair, but Hank jerked his head back out of the way. He put a bit of pressure on the back of the man’s neck, the muscles he’d built up from years of wrangling cattle bulging as he struggled to hold the larger man.

“Don’t make me hold your head under until you give in,” Hank told the man. Hank hauled backward and the cowboy’s feet slipped in the mud and flew out from underneath him. It was all Hank could do to keep his grasp on the slippery body, but he dragged the M-L rider along with him to the bank of the waterhole. “I’m willing to let you ride off if you holler calf-rope,” he said. He thought it was big of him not to ask the man to suck his cock first.

“I ain’t giving in to you.” The cowboy got his feet under him and shoved hard. The two men flew backwards, hitting the water hard enough to loosen Hank’s grip.