Chapter 9

It’s near sundown when we return to the ranch. The little herd is put into a small pen so they can be inspected and counted. We then go wash up.

The bunkhouse is empty. “Suppertime,” says Sisto. He hurries with his washing and heads to the house,while I find Lane as content as I am to stay behind.

“Food will still be there in half an hour,” says Lane as he strips away shirt and undershirt. He splashes water over himself, then turns to me, catches me watching. “Go ahead,” he says with a grin.

“Go ahead and what?”

He laughs. “Whatever you want.” Here he pulls me to him, starts grinding against me. “Wanta fuck?”