Chapter 18

I take up a spot near the jail, and when Jack comes out, he catches me and comes over. “I’m finding youin sight a lot today,” he says.

“And you know why. Can’t you stop arresting people for a bit?”

He looks up and down the street, then at me, issues a big sigh, and says, “Let’s go.”

On the way to the hotel, he notes I’m now wearing a pistol and I tell him it’s for work. “I’d just as soon go unarmed, but the foreman says no deal because a cowhand has to keep coyotes and snakes and other varmints off the stock. Got me a nice Colt this morning.”

“I like the look,” says Jack as we reach the hotel.

In my room, while undressing, he asks me to do something special for him. “Get naked, then put on the gun belt.”

I laugh. “You’re shitting me.”

“I am not. I like that kind of look.”

I do as asked, feeling strange with the gun belt on bare skin, especially with a hard dick below.