Chapter 8

This night, the men play cards in the bunkhouse, but I don’t join in. Roe finds this suspect, but I say I never cared for cards and leave it at that. I stretch out on my bunk while Lane sits in on the game.

I’m half dozing when Roe starts in. “You fellows hear they’ve got a boy working upstairs at the saloon? Kid name of Tim. Doubt he’s even twenty. He takes men up there to do nasty things. Don’t that beat all? Men sticking it up a kid’s butt? Near makes me puke.”

Nobody bites, which Roe can’t stand, so he keeps on. “Man needs to put to a woman. Tell me you don’t like that. Sisto? Lane? Sims? Tell me you don’t. Get in between her legs, put it into that honey pot, ride her hard, and give her a load. Now that’s a man.”

Silence again falls and I can feel tension building like a summer storm. Then Sisto steps up. “Had me a wife once. Put it to her regular, just like you say, and she loved it. Took it in her mouth, too.”

“But never up the ass,” says Roe.