Storiesonline.net ------- I'm an Old Cowhand by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: Jake is a growing young boy trying to make himself a cowhand at his parent's ranch. When his father makes a fuckup and lets a bull gore his horse and then get him on the ground for more of the same what is Jake to do. What the hell, he always admired his mother's looks from the start. Codes: MF mf Mf mF cons ScFi inc mother son sis aunt slow ------- ------- Chapter 1 Well, not exactly. I tried to be a cowhand on my father's ranch in Central Texas, but it wasn't an astonishing feat. We had dozens of cowhands and in that matter I was only one of many, though I was the only one related to the owner. It gave me a sort of odd relationship with my father. He'd always been daddy before, but now he was the owner and he insisted I call him Mr. Johnson during the workday. It made me view him as sort of a dandy who liked to puff up his own importance. You see I knew a little about my dear old Dad. He'd come by the ranch the easy way. He'd bought it. His father had money and after the war land, farms, and ranches were cheap. It was a nice big ranch though. Two thousand acres in Central Texas and most all of it fine grassland. We raised mostly longhorn crosses. We bought better beef breeds in cows and used Longhorn bulls to make them get along better on the range. They brought good money when we drove them to sell, but they didn't bring top dollar unless there was a shortage. My birthday was about the only time Dad treated me like a son, but he'd sometimes get a little clingy about then and he always furnished nice presents for the occasion. He was like that with my twin sisters too. This year he did me up right again. He gave me a three-year-old sorrel stallion he claimed was an own son of Steeldust. He didn't stop there though. He'd commissioned a custom made saddle and it was unique since the leather was finished rough out. It also came with a rough out saddle scabbard containing a brand new Henry repeater. There was a gun belt to match and it had two converted Walker Colts, which would fire the same 44 rim fire cartridges the Henrys used. Like all Steeldust horses, Red, had early speed and plenty of it. He was the fastest thing around for the first quarter mile and usually for the first half mile, though I never really raced him that far. I was as proud as a peacock with my new horse and things and I rode him every day and also took a little time out every other day to practice with my Henry or my Colts. Of course my mother had loaded me down with gifts too. I had new clothes, new boots, two new hats and numerous other such things. My mother was the affectionate parent and she doted on me. I found out it was a very good thing not two months after my sixteenth birthday. My dad was fucking around with some of the rough stock and didn't pay enough attention. One of the bulls gored his horse and sent him to the ground where he did a number on my Dad too. By the time they sent to the house for a buggy, loaded him in it and got him home the doctor, such as he was, was at a loss. He dosed dad up good with laudanum to ease his pain and I'm guessing he gave him a little too much. Of course Dad was awfully broken up outside and apparently inside too. He didn't last three days and suddenly there was a lot to take care of. The preacher was called and a funeral arranged after the undertaker took care of the body. We buried Dad in a little cemetery we had out at the place and there was a lot of crying, slinging snot, and carrying on for a few days. The reading of the will came three days later and everything was left to my mother and me. It was the normal thing to do since it made sure the land and property stayed in the family and left no advantage for low lifes to take up with my mother. It did leave an out for one particular low life though, as in me. My mother was a knockout, plain and simple, and after her bed was halfway unoccupied I had designs on the empty half. It took me nearly two weeks to work my way around to it, but by staying around her and talking to her most of the time and by fixing her drinks aplenty in the evening the night finally came around when I helped her up to bed and crawled in it with her. I'm not sure she even realized it was I becoming a motherfucker at the time, but I petted her body and kissed her lips and soon enough I was tugging her nightgown up and moving between her lovely legs. She was more than ready for me too. She at least recognized the situation if not the exact participants. Her hand went down to take hold of my dick and soon she was swabbing the head of it up and down in her wet slit. I wasn't a dick watcher by any means but I had noticed, from times we were out on the range and off our horses pissing, that my Dad was pretty much a pencil dick. I wasn't suffering from the malady. At sixteen my dick was ten inches long and probably five or six inches around. When mother had my bloated dickhead good and wet I slid it up her and believe me she noticed the difference then. Events had overtaken her though and as I pushed it on home she hugged me to her and started encouraging me. "Oh God, Jake. I knew yours was big, but I had no idea how big. I know I shouldn't let you do this to me but it feels so good I just can't help it. Oh, my God it feels so good," she whispered into my ear and I pumped on and then opened the top of her gown to get my lips on her nipples again after all those years. Mother was surprised when I shot my wad and kept on pumping, but it was so exciting to me to be fucking her I never went down after the first shot. Soon I picked up the tempo just a little and really started pounding her. Her arms went around my back, hugging me closer and her hips began to slam back at me with a will. Soon she was going off, crooning into my ear about what a man I'd become and scratching down my back to urge me on. We settled down after I blew it up her again and slumped together in a loving mass. She kissed around on my face and neck and I had a field day playing with her big titties. We drifted off to sleep after a while, but she woke me twice more during the night for extra doses. The first time she woke me by playing with my dick by hand, but the second time she showed me all about getting my dick sucked. I was a fan right off the bat. I was practically sure the next morning when I came down to breakfast my twin sisters knew something was up. I didn't try to hide things from them either. When Mom came near me I put my hand to her ass to give it a gentle squeeze and she bent down to kiss my lips for my trouble. The twins sure noticed this new behavior and I noticed they stayed closer than usual to me as long as I was in the house. Outside, starting the workday, I had a little trouble with the foreman right off the bat. He wasn't prepared for me to go from being a hired hand to the boss in one easy lesson. I got him off to the side and asked him if he wanted to move on to a new job and he straightened up amazingly. ------- Chapter 2 Jeff Blanton, the foreman, straightened right up, but he wasn't the only one with an opinion of who should be taking over. I noticed Carl Blankenship seemed to think he ought to be running things now. Sooner than later we got into an argument and I guess Carl thought he was the fastest one on the draw on our ranch now. We were arguing over which cows to move next and when I put my foot down and told him no he finally bucked up his nerve and went for his revolver. I'd been paying close attention and I shot him right at the bottom of his breastbone before he'd cleared leather. Carl was very surprised and several of the other hands were too. In fact his best friend on the ranch, Jal Carter, went for his sidearm too and I gave him a dose of the same thing. Soon enough both he and Carl were on the ground bleeding out their last. I calmly reloaded the two spent cartridges, re-holstered my revolver, and called all the men up close for a little talk. "I guess I was wrong thinking you guys could catch on without me having to explain things to you. My father's will left this place to my mother and me, and I'm going to be he head man around here no matter what you want. "If any of you want to quit over it be my guest, but if you're riding one of our horses you'll leave walking. Make up your mind now and lets get this over with. If any of the rest of you want to try me go ahead now and let's get it over with," I told them, and I was a little surprised when Jake Carlton went for his revolver too. I was mostly surprised by how slow he seemed but he was the one who was supposed to know what he could do. We all knew now he could die over it and he did soon enough. I went ahead and told the others to knock off and we'd have a funeral. I was pleasantly surprised when the others dismounted and threw Carl, Jal, and Jake over their horses' saddle and took the reins to lead them back. I sent Jeff into town to fetch the undertaker and a preacher. He was back about two hours later and he drafted a couple of men to dig holes in the cemetery for planting our deceased. I noticed the county Sheriff had come out to look things over. He got me off to the side and asked me how things had gone and then he talked to all the others, one at a time, to get their stories. He came up to me when he was done and told me he couldn't see a thing I'd done wrong and then he mounted his horse and went back to town. The undertaker didn't do a lot to the dead men, but he did lay them out nicely on some boards Jeff had found and he helped us lower them into the holes. The preacher said a miniature sermon over them and then a longish prayer. Of course I'd told mother all about it when we first got back with the dead men and she, my sisters, and the hired girls fixed a big meal and we ate it and took the rest of the day off. About an hour after the meal was over three of our hands came up to talk to me. They were disturbed over the killings and acted like they wanted me to apologize and promise I wouldn't do it again. "I don't know what you think I could have done other than let them shoot me. If that's the best you can figure things out you might as well head on into town. Gather your things and I'll get Rastus to take you to town in the wagon." "We can just ride our horses," Frank Tolbert said. "Where are you keeping your horses Frank? I've only seen you riding ranch horses and you ain't taking them with you." I said. He acted like he wanted to argue for a minute and I saw him moving his gun hand around near his holster. "You'd better get your hand away from that sidearm if you want to go anywhere except to a hold in the cemetery." I told him, and it surprised him since he jerked his hand away. "Most ranches let a man take the horse he's been using with him when they fire him," Frank said. "And if I'd fired you I would too. You decided you wanted to leave on your own and quit. I ain't heard of any ranches giving their horses away just because a man wants to leave. You're welcome to a ride into town unless you want to walk, but that's as far as it goes." I said. "Well, I just won't quit then," he said. "You've done quit Frank. The only way you'll ever work another day here is if I hire you again. I wouldn't count on that happening if I were you. In fact, you ain't even welcome to your next meal here. You three have done quit and if you stand around jawing you're gonna miss your ride into town. If you'd rather have a ride to the cemetery just go for your gun now," I said, and it was damned lucky I was watching Bill Johnson and Fred Calhoun when I did it since they went for their sidearm and I was damned nearly late getting mine out to take care of them. As soon as I shot Fred I looked at Frank again and damned if he wasn't going for his sidearm too. I took it easy on him and only shot him in the hand. Others were coming over to see what was going on by then and Jeff took a look at Frank's hand and sent one of the boys after some rags to bandage it up. "Damn Jake, when did you get so fast with that revolver," Jeff asked while we were standing around. "I guess you were too busy to notice after I got the revolvers, but I spent about two weeks making sure I could get them into action pronto. I also made sure I could hit what I aimed at with my Henry too." I said. Talk died down then and I told the others to help Frank pack his things if he wanted them to and that Rastus was taking him into town. I even gave Frank two Double Eagles as severance pay. He didn't really deserve it, but I figured he'd need some money to find a place to stay. Mother, Susan, and Sally were solicitous over my welfare when I made it into the house and I told them we'd be taking the day off tomorrow and we should probably have another big feed around lunchtime. "That's good, Jake. Your sisters have been pestering me to let them join us in bed and by the time you tend to us all tonight you'll need some extra rest tomorrow," she said. It surprised hell out of me but it was happy news. I found out Momma and Daddy had planned for Daddy to break the girls in within a few weeks when Daddy got kilt. Momma was pressing me into service. She told me a few boys in town had been sniffing around the two of them trying to invite them on a buggy ride. The girls had no intention of any such thing, but they did thing it was time for them to find out what it was all about. Momma had one of the kitchen girls warm me up some bathwater in the kitchen after supper and I was happy to have a bath. I put on the clean clothes after I was out and dry and I discovered Momma, Susan, and Sally were already up in mother's bedroom waiting for me to show up. The three of them were in bed with the covers turned down when I got there and all three of them were as naked as Jaybirds. They watched closely as I got out of my clothes and then mother called me to her side for the first ride. She said she wanted to relieve the pressure so I could take it easy on the other two. This wasn't my first rodeo with mother, but it was as good as always. As soon as I had mother moaning and gasping she rolled me over onto Susan and I put my mouth to Susan's titties right away. I must be doing something right because Susan's hands went directly into my hair and she petted and kissed around on my head and all of my face she could reach. When I moved between her legs mother gave Sally instructions for aiming my pole and soon enough I pushed it up Susan and did away with her hymen. She was a snug fit and I had to count backwards starting with a thousand to keep from shooting off too soon. Susan got into the rhythm right away and soon her legs wrapped around my waist and she was doing a good job of fucking right back up at me Mother leaned down to whisper in my ear then and she clued me in about the clitoris and about stroking it gently while I pumped. It wasn't much bother to find it via the Braille system and when I gently teased it things got exciting between Susan's legs. Her cooter began squeezing on my dick as I pumped and before long I lost my count and lost my wad too. I don't guess it was a tragedy since Susan went off right with me. She moaned, squealed, and whimpered for a few seconds and then she bragged on me for making it so good for her. Mother clued Sally in about sucking me back up hard and she was a fast learner. Soon enough I was between her legs with a brand new hardon and she felt delicious too when I parted her pussy lips and burst through her cherry. Mother had been exactly right about them wearing me out. She took the dick sucking place after Sally and I blasted off and she sucked up another good old big 'en for me to use on her. They let me slump down among 'em for some rest after I gave them all a second come, but they petted, stroked, and kissed on me until I drifted off to sleep. I'd imagined I'd sleep soundly after the workout, but it wasn't to be. I was drawn into a dream almost at once and it scared the bejesus out of me at first. I was in a medium sized room and the walls appeared to be made of metal, which had been shined until it shone nearly like a mirror. There was a desk in the middle of the room with an office type chair at it and two regular seating chairs facing it. I'd only been in there about two or three minutes when a man, or a sort of one, nearly seven feet tall came in and sat in the desk chair. "Greetings Jake. My name is Alowishus and you can call me Al. I know this is a strange way to meet someone but it was easiest for us and we'd rather you keep any information you gather tonight to yourself. We will try to become useful to you in hopes it will convince you to keep things to yourself." "But where am I?" I asked. "I will explain if you promise to keep our secrets," Alowishus said and I promised to. "It will be hard for you to understand, but you are in our vehicle. It is currently in orbit around your planet, the earth, is what you call it." Just that sentence let me know their request would be best for me to follow. If I told anyone they'd think I'd been on a three-day drunk and out of my mind. Hell, if I hadn't known I hadn't had anything to drink I would think I was on a bender myself. "Why did you bring me here?" I asked next. "We have our own reasons and we'd rather not share them with you. Let me start out by telling you a few things we will be able to do for you. First, our medical knowledge and treatments are far advanced over anything you have available on earth. In fact we will be able to keep a careful watch over you and your family and we will be able to bring anyone who is injured to our ship and cure them almost at once. For instance, if you are shot we will bring you directly here and repair the damage at once. We can't see into your future and know for certain we can save you in all cases, but I can tell you we would have been able to save any of the ones you dealt with lately. What we can't do is bring someone back to life after they have died on earth. We can also bring people up here and cure any diseases they have contracted. In fact, if someone loses an arm of leg we can bring them here and cause another one to grow in place of the one they lost. They will require additional treatment to help them learn to use the new limb, but that can be done on earth. We will also be sending several medications for you to use on people with disease, which will save them from the need of a trip up here. We will provide you with an internal store of knowledge of how to use the medications. Just be confident that no wound or sickness will be fatal to you or your family if we learn of it in time. We have noticed you have begun having sex with your mother and your sisters. You need not worry about birth defects from the close relationship to them. Any children you get started in them will be born healthy and we will make sure the births will be easy on the women and the children. In short you will have better health care than anyone else on earth and we are willing to spread the care among those with you and close to you. We will also provide you with weapons much better than any you can obtain on earth. We will try to make sure the advantages you have weapon wise are not noticeably different, or at least they won't be to casual observation. We will also provide you with excellent examples of horses. They will not be trained completely, but you will see they are more easily trained than the ones currently available. We will also provide you with an excellent wagon. It will seem like a normal Connestoga wagon, but the exterior will be lined with metal, which will turn bullets, except the canvas of course. A man will come up to your ranch soon after we put you back there and he will have the wagon with a team of eight excellent mules for sale. He will have several horses tied onto the back, leading them. You will need to trade a run of the mill horse to him so he may leave. He will not ask for anything else in trade. Many new weapons and much ammunition will be in the wagon. Now, we would like to examine you medically to see if there is anything needing attention now and then we will put you back to bed at your ranch. By the way, there will be a large box of gold coins in the wagon you trade for. You may tell your mother and sisters about it, but try to make it seem the man just didn't know about the coins when he traded with you. I don't need to tell you it would be better if they didn't mention the gold to anyone else. It all sounded too good to be true to me and I finally asked him why he was doing this and especially why he was doing it for me. He was a little evasive in his answer but he told me they would be recording what I did with motion pictures. That didn't really tell me shit so I asked what motion pictures were and he pointed out a place on the wall and gave me a sample. It satisfied me as far as what motion pictures were, but did nothing to tell me why they wanted them and no more information was forthcoming. I made up my mind not to look a gift horse, or giving spaceman in the mouth and just settle for what they wanted to do. He called a woman in and turned me over to her then and she took me to another part of what he called his ship where several test were done on me. At least I though it was what they were doing, but he only thing that let me know for sure was when the woman drew some blood out of my arm. Soon enough she had me lay down in a very comfortable bed and when I woke again I was back home in bed with my mother and sisters. They woke shortly and I was encouraged to give them all a good morning hosing. I idly wondered if the spacemen were filming things, but decided I didn't give a shit either way. It was enough to know any babies I got started would arrive normally and in good shape. I'll admit I had worried off and on about babies, which weren't normal when they came. I'd heard it often happened when you made on with a woman who was too close kin to you. Apparently that was all fixed up now. They fixed me a hell of a breakfast and I pigged out over it. When I went out to see about getting started I saw a man approaching our ranch house in a Connestoga wagon with six horses tied on following him. Of course I went directly to him and when Jeff came up to see what was going on I excused him to get started and the man let me know he was the one I should be expecting. He showed me around inside the wagon and then I took him to the barn and caught up a horse to send him off on. He asked me if I didn't have less of a horse since he wouldn't need a good one and so I picked out the least of those we had, found a shitty saddle lying around and saddled the horse for him and he mounted up and was gone. I pulled the wagon over near the house and began unloading things from it and taking them up to my room. The box of gold coins nearly did me in and once it was in my room I opened it and quit wondering why it was so heavy. I decided to knock off right then and count the coins. There wee four thousand gold double eagles in it. I put them all back in except for twenty, put the lid back on the box and stored it against the wall where I stacked other boxes out of the wagon around and on it. Three of the boxes were nearly as heavy and when I opened them they were full of ammunition. Lots of it was for the four new sidearm. There was a sheet with each of them. One was a Ruger Super Redhawk in Ruger .480. I looked at the ammunition marked the same way and was astonished. The bullet was nearly half an inch across and the cartridge had plenty of room for powder. I was also amazed at the snug way they fit in the cylinder. The machine work was clearly better than any available elsewhere. There was also a custom double holster gunbelt to fit and I had to try it on at once. Luckily it fit me perfectly since I knew if it hadn't I'd have had hell keeping my pants up while wearing two of these heavy revolvers. Of course these monsters made the Colt Pythons and Colt Diamondbacks look puny, but it was the only thing lacking about them. Their machine work looked even more exacting and their actions were as smooth as silk. There was an excellent double holster gunbelt for the pair of Pythons and a double shoulder holster rig to fit two Pythons with shorter six inch barrels. The accommodations for the Diamondbacks were nearly the same, but when I looked over the .357 Magnum ammunition as compared to the 38 Special variety I was surprised to see a hollow portion in the center of the .38 bullets. I noticed they were labeled Hollow Point and wondered what that was all about. Reading the printed pages mentioned the hollow points would expand much more rapidly and they would do considerably more damage to any meat they came into contact with in a business situation I had more Rugers too. These were Super Blackhawks in .44 Magnum. The Blackhawks looked more like the revolvers of he day I was familiar with since they were black or deep blue. The Super Redhawks had been made of something called stainless steel. I moved on to the rifles then and they were all labeled Marlin 336c and they used a cartridge I'd never heard of. It was wicked looking though and was labeled .35 Remington. My first thought was to wonder where I would get more once I used up all that had come with the guns. I got an immediate message into my head telling me more ammunition would always be available since it wouldn't cause any excitement when it just appeared in the wagon. I guess it was a little silly of me to worry about it anyway since fully ten thousand rounds of the .35 Remington had come with this delivery. I was also surprised when I found twelve revolvers, which looked exactly like Colt Navy models. They weren't though, not exactly anyway. They also used the .38 Special ammunition and there was another complete box of it. It was almost too much to think about at once, especially the trip to the spaceship and the goings on there. I'll never forget them letting me look out of a window and the view down on earth from it. The earth was beautiful from that spot, but I could tell we were very far from it. I was glad enough to be back home, but I knew I'd never forget that sight. ------- Chapter 3 I farted around with my new toys most of the afternoon. When suppertime came I wasn't late to the table though and mother and the girls made it worth my while to show up. We had big steaks with baked potatoes and green beans and after I finished mine mother put a peach cobbler on the table and started dishing up bowls of it for desert. It went down well with plenty of Arbuckle's coffee. I had nearly stuffed myself too full, but thankfully I didn't go hog wild. Mother, Susan, and Sally headed for bed as soon as the dishes were clean and with nothing much to do I went with them. They all teased me about wanting to get a show but I just teased back and helped them getting out of their clothes. Soon we were all naked and in the bed. Mother took pride of place for the first ride and I was on my back with her lowering her sweet snatch down around my pole. I felt like I was in hog heaven since this position left her titties in a handy spot for exploration with my hands. After a little while I released them though and put both hands to her ass cheeks to hold on. She gave me a real workout but I tried the clitty-tickling trick on her and she went off before I spunked her. No matter though, Susan and Sally helped her lie down beside me and then Sally settled onto her place. Naturally she was tighter than mother and even though she hadn't learned to squeeze my pole with her insides yet she was plenty snug around it anyway. Things got too good for me shortly and no matter how much I tickled her button I still went off when she did. Susan was quick to help her down onto the bed and then she showed me she knew all about kissing and sucking on my dick. It was back in shape in no time and Susan mounted up for her ride as soon as it was. After my excellent work the edge was off my urgency and I took my time to slow lope between Susan's legs and it was an excellent trip. It was a little strange to me since it seemed they should all fell the same when we were doing it, but they didn't. They each had their own way of shaking their asses with my dick up them and even though they were all wonderful they were all different. I guess it was true. Variety was the spice of life. They'd put me through my paces last night and I never even wiggled when they got out of bed, dressed, and left the next morning. It was the smell of bacon frying that finally got my attention and after I got up, tended to business, and then dragged on my clothes I headed for the kitchen where a big cup of coffee was waiting for me. Before quick could get ready a plate of bacon, eggs, and biscuits hit the table in front of me. It suddenly hit me I was as hungry as a bitch wolf sucking nine cubs and so I set to my job of making breakfast disappear. When I was done I hated to leave the table and the coffee, not to mention my young harem, but after a few kisses for each of them and some nice hand work on their asses I dragged myself outside. Finally I went outside and Jeff was the first one I saw. He mentioned the upcoming sale right off the bat. Several cattle buyers were coming to town and they would be buying cattle to ship out, mostly back east and a lot of them would probably head toward Chicago. I'll admit I wasn't so worried about the money right now since there had been a lot of money in the bank when Dad died and we hadn't really spent much since then and I had gained the box of double eagles via the spaceman trade. Still, this was a cattle ranch and it would be stupid to miss out on the sale. I chose up sides for a gather and got the men started right away. Hell, I even went with them to do my part. We were hard at it for nearly a week and after we had them rounded up we had some sorting out to do. I needed Jeff and the other hands still with us for this since I wanted to keep the best cows we had and sell all the steers and any cows, which weren't producing more calves. I knew the men were familiar with them and so I told them to get rid of everything that wouldn't do anything for us as far as increasing went. I also went to town to send off a few telegrams. I wanted to know what meat on the hoof was selling for in other places. In fact, now that I thought about it we should do better than normal since the Ft Worth stockyards had opened last year and they were now buying and slaughtering beef there too. It only made sense for the cattle to bring more here where they could be sold and processed so close to where they were raised. It was a hard week gathering and sorting out the stock and I'll admit I was usually to worn out for a good round of fucking every night. My mother and sisters didn't complain though but they did get to be a caution at flashing their assets around naked, especially as bedtime came around. I ended up pacing myself but doing my best for them once they got started. Apparently they weren't too out of shape over it since they started in on me finding a wife. Hell, even if it can't tend to all the pussy available my dick put in its vote for a wife too. At least I blamed the dreams I'd been having of Jenna Jamison on my dick. Jenna was the daughter of Jed Jamison, the man who owned the ranch nearest us. He was a cattleman too and he had quite a herd built up on his place too. I was happy for more than one reason when he invited me to come over for supper the next night. He hinted he wanted to have a little talk about the upcoming sale. My mother and sisters didn't mind a bit and they went to work on my clothes and finally decided I didn't have anything fit to wear so they went through Dad's things and picked out the best one they thought they could alter to fit me. I spent two full days being a dress dummy, or at least a suit dummy. They didn't have time to get the clothes ready before I was due for super at the Jamison house, but they were able to cobble up an outfit that at least looked decent and they had their minds made up to get me into good shape for later wear. I left in my fixed up finery for supper and I got a whale of a surprise when I arrived. I'd known Jenna's mother had died last winter of an ague, but I didn't have any notion Mr. Jamison had remarried. Jenna was the star of the show when I made it to their place, what with her black hair, blue eyes, and her goodly portion of titties to top of her spectacular ass. Her new stepmother was a caution too though. She was about Jenna's height and appeared to be only a year or two older than Jenna. She had an equal allotment of titty and there was nothing wrong with her ass either. We had a wonderful meal but I had trouble paying it proper attention with my dick throbbing so. After we'd eaten Sam Jamison invited me to sit out on the porch with him to smoke a cigar. He wanted to talk business and we got some things lined out. He was suspicious of the buyers who were coming to the sale and after he told me I took up that notion myself. He said he was only going to send about five hundred head to the sale to see what they brought and he hinted I should do the same. I told him I would and then he went back in the house and Jenna came out to sit in the swing with me. Jenna was a treat to look at and when she came out to swing with me I noticed she was very happy I was there. Of course I gave her a kiss and she seemed like she was all for it. In fact she even let me handle the titties she was carrying and my hard dick only got harder as we went along. I knew there was no chance to get into her panties out on the porch swing, but as we went along she did allow my hand up under her dress and I made it within her panties thickness of heaven. Hell, while we were talking in between gropes she was even good to talk too and she let me know she'd welcome other visits from me. I guess it was only natural. Sam Jamison and I had the biggest two ranches anywhere near and Jenna was getting up around marrying age. I guess my looks were as good as any man's and I was damned sure the only boy her age who was able to keep her up in the style she'd become accustomed to. Hell, she was raised to it. When I rode home it was with a hard dick and my mother and sisters weren't slow to notice. I gave them two good goings over and of course they figured out what had my motor running. As far as they were concerned it was a done deal already and the next morning after breakfast when I went out to tend to business they all retired to the sewing room to devote more time to making sure I had decent sparking clothes. When the sale got off the ground I found out Sam Jamison had been exactly right. The stock didn't bring shit. Hell, I only brought five hundred head to give it a try and I didn't even sell them. I had plenty of men to take my stock right back home and they'd only gain weight waiting around. Sam did the same thing and some of the others didn't sell all their stock either. The buyers had tried to take advantage of us for real and it pissed me off since via the telegraph I'd learned beef was bring more than it ever had in Chicago Two of the main buyers fished around while talking to me and got an invite out to the house saying they wanted to look my stock over more carefully. When they dropped by a couple of days later I knew from the start they only wanted to try buying them again and they were even offering less now. "Hell, y'all must think I'm broke out here. I've got some news for you though, I ain't. Just to make sure I've got plenty of cash I'm going to drive three hundred cows up to Ft. Worth and sell them. Hell, if the market is better there I'll drive 'em all up there, if it ain't I'll just hold them until it is better. I'm going to talk to Sam too and see if he wants to send any up there with me. I noticed he took all his stock back home too. If y'all keep thinking you can get our stock for nothing we may have a trail beat out pretty well to Ft. Worth before long," I told them and they didn't appreciate what I said. I knew they wouldn't when I said it and I didn't give a shit what they thought. I excused myself from out talk and went to take a bath and get ready to head over to Sam's house. Jenna was expecting me for supper. Now I wasn't completely stupid and I had gone into town yesterday and bought a nice fancy buggy in case Jenna could be convinced to take a little ride in the moonlight. When I got there she came out to take a look at it and then we had supper and she and I slipped off for a ride. We didn't ride far and soon enough we were at it hammer and tongs in the seat. I managed to get her dress's bodice open and get a real look at her titties and I even did a little mother work on them. She ate it up and when I slipped my hand up her dress I managed to do more good and I even found out for sure she was still a virgin. I also gave her a come from my wiggling fingers on her clitty and I was going to thank my sisters for that secret as soon as I got home. While she was breathless after her come I popped the question and she said she sure would marry me, and she even hinted sooner would be better. The next week was nearly a blur what with me having to ride to Dallas to find a Jeweler for an engagement ring and a wedding ring for Jenna and I even bought a gold band for me. Two weeks later Jenna and I were married in the First Baptist Church and it worked out damned lucky for us both Of course I was lucky since that night I did my sparking with Jenna in our bed and it was a caution how she took to fucking after I got the meat up her. But it wasn't the luckiest part of our wedding. Two days after we were married Sam got himself killed in an accident while he was working cattle with his men. He didn't die right off the bat, but he knew he wasn't going to make it even after they got him home and in his bed. He asked to see me at his bedside and of course I went right away. It was a little funny to me that his lawyer was there and I didn't find out the reason until after I had a talk with Sam. The lawyer was there to make a new will for Sam. He left his place to me, Jenna, and Mary, his wife. He'd wanted to talk to me first to make sure I would take care of Mary after he was gone and I told him I'd make sure she never wanted for anything. Hell, if I'd known what she was afraid of wanting I'd have jumped and shouted. Sam died a couple of days later and after the funeral mother started in mothering Mary too. Before I hardly knew what was happening she had Mary talked into moving in with us and all the in house help from both places was put to work packing up Everything out of Mary's house. Naturally all of the outside help was pressed into moving service. Mother even sent to town for a carpenter and had him start on an addition to our house. Apparently mother did some talking to Mary and Jenna both and the first night Mary spent in our house was a fuckfest in mother's bedroom. Hell, she had the biggest bed after all. I just counted myself lucky since mother had made things right with Jenna and Mary without me having to say a word. I just let them lead me around like a dummy. Mother was first on the list and then I got my chance at Mary. Her titties were lovely and even though she'd never had a baby of her own her nipples were big and delicious. Her pussy was something special too and by the time I took care of Jenna, Susan, and Sally too I was a fucked out young man. I was a happy one too you understand. My hired hands weren't so happy when they heard of the next project, but they took it well after I told them all, including Sam's former hands, they'd be getting a twenty dollar bonus every week we had to build fence. Even though another sale was coming up we put everything else on the back burner and took care of our fences. I wasn't sure the buyers were going to be any better this time and we might need the fencing for real. The sale was going to be this coming Saturday and a railroad man came out for a visit Tuesday night. I even invited him to supper and he accepted. After the meal was over he and I went out to sit on the porch and talk. He got the ball rolling by asking me if I could give him an estimate of how many cows I'd be selling. "I can do better than an estimate, I can tell you exactly how many I'll be selling. Mark me down for zero," I said, and it flustered him for a minute, then he asked my why. "I didn't sell a head to the last bunch of thieves you had running a sale here and since I haven't heard about any changes I'm not even going to take any cows to this sale. I don't know for certain they are in cahoots with you over this, but I am suspicious and I'll never sell a one to any of them. I hope your railroad gets a little money off the freight from Ft. Worth, for your sake. My next sale is going to be there and it's where my cows will be catching the train," I told him. I knew damned well the two railroads were in competition and I'd just let him know he wasn't making a penny off anything I raised. He said his goodbyes then and mentioned he still had to talk to Sam Jamison. "You must have missed the news," I said. "What news?" he asked. "Sam was killed a few weeks back, only a few days after I married his daughter. His widow is living here with us now if you'd like to talk to her, but it won't do you any good because Sam left his Ranch to his daughter, his wife, and me. They look to me for all business decisions and we won't be selling any of their stock at this sale either. Since I'm in good shape for cash I'm going to be riding around talking to most of the other ranchers and buying up any stock they need to more," I told him and he looked a little pale when he left. I hadn't had anything of the sort in mind, but I figured what the hell. I did saddle up the next day and did a little visiting myself. When I explained what I was doing to the other rancher they were glad to sell me enough cattle to cover themselves for the winter, and it just so happened I had the cash to take care of them. Two of them even made a deal and sold completely out to me. I bought their cows, ranches and all. It worked me a little hard the next week moving the cows around and making sure all the fences were in shape. The cattle auction wasn't very well attended on Saturday. In fact there wasn't a cow for sale anywhere. I nodded to the buyers while they were waiting around for someone to bring something in, but no one did. I went home happy and after I made it my women made me even happier I was home. First they had me a special meal ready for supper and they even had apple pie and peach cobbler for desert. Not only that, but they had hot pussy for me in the bedroom and glutton that I am I got all of it I could hold up for. I even shoed them I knew how to lick a pussy to good effect. Monday I was surprised about ten AM since a messenger rode out from town with a Special Delivery Telegram. He said he was supposed to wait around for an answer and so I read the telegram. It was some big shot from the railroad wanting to set up an appointment. I sent a message back saying he could just drop in at the ranch anytime, tipped the messenger a dollar, and thought no more about it. I was doubly surprised the next morning when the same messenger showed up with another telegram and saying he was supposed to wait around for a reply. I had one of our hands take his horse to the barn, feed and water it, and brush it down while I invited the messenger into the house for some coffee and a slice of apple pie. Hell, someone might as well enjoy themselves this morning. Hell, after I read the telegram I had a slice of pie myself and another cup of coffee. It was from the same railroad man and he explained he wasn't headed our way and he had actually been inviting me to visit him in Boston. He offered to pay my way there on the train. I sent a message back all right. I told him I didn't have time for a trip to Boston, and besides, I'd seen it before. I explained I had to work for a living and that if he wanted to talk to me it would have to be at my house. I told him we could probably communicate via mail and get anything we needed to discuss cleared up that way. I'd had the messenger check out my spelling and grammar before I sent him off with another dollar tip and he was smiling like a dog eating shit out of a wire brush when he left. Damned if the messenger wasn't back the next day with another one from the same man and it wasn't any better. This time he was asking me to meet him in Kansas City since he had some business there. I sent him a message back saying I could meet him there on February 29, nest leap year. Of course we'd just had a leap year this year and it would be three more years before it came around again. I tipped the messenger two dollars this time and I mentioned he was probably going to end up rich over this. "I guess the telegrapher thought so to since he stopped paying me for the special deliveries," he said. "Hell you say. How'd you like a good job?" I asked him. "I'd love to have one, but I don't know a thing about working cattle and to tell you the truth I'm a little bit afraid of them," he said "Everybody who works for me doesn't need to work cattle. I'll double your salary from the telegraph office to just hang around in case I need a message sent off." I said. "I doubt he'd send one off if I brought it in after I quit. He's a little shitty about things like that," he told me, talking about his boss. "Don't worry about a thing. If he gives you any static I'll send a message to his boss and explain it. They'll fire his ass in a heartbeat over shit like that," I said. "How will you send a message like that? He's bound to change it if you try to send something like that." "He'll have hell changing a letter sent in the mail." I said. Jimmy was happy as hell with his new job and he turned out to be as handy as a pocket on a shirt. We put him up in the bunkhouse and every morning he saddled up a horse and was Johnny on the spot if I need to tell anyone anything. ------- Chapter 4 Things were getting a little complicated now, what with me trying to take on the bunch of thieves who had gathered together from the railroad and the stock buyers. I should have been worried over it and I would have been if I were really as dumb as I looked. I did have a couple of advantages over them though and I knew it. They were too small an outfit to try something like this and even if they didn't know it I did. People back east had to have meat for the table, or at least they thought they did, and the small stopper the local buyers and railroad section boss had tried to put in the bottle just couldn't hold the pressure. The cattle drive to Ft Worth was only a little more than a hundred miles and while it was senseless on the face of things it was close enough to give us an alternative market for our stock. The local auction was put on hold for a month due to the meager turnout and it was right up my alley. I had my hands make a thorough gather of both ranches' stock and they beat the bushes and brought in everything they could find. I let the word out to a few of the smaller spreads and within a couple of days I was not only buying up stock the smaller places wanted to turn into cash I was also contracting with them for a dollar a head to drive their stock to Ft Worth to sell it for them. I also sent several wires to buyers from other places letting them know when we'd be showing up in Ft Worth to sell and also sending in approximate figures for the stock we'd have available. With things on the local scene quiet and since the railroad knew perfectly well there'd be no auction near us for a while I got another message from the railroad man who'd been contacting me. Seems his schedule had loosened up a little and he could now see his way clear to a meeting at my home if the offer was still open. I sent a message back telling him he was welcome anytime, but I did mention the time I'd be gone for our drive to Ft Worth and I also let him in on the reason I wouldn't be available. Two days later I got a message that seemed to almost be begging for me to postpone the drive to Ft Worth and promising me we'd get better than the former prices we'd been offered lately at the local sale. I returned his message letting him know his offer was too little too late and hoping we could do business next year. Lo and behold he showed up at my place two days later. Things were already all set up for the drive starting two days later and many of the men were already sleeping out to keep a watch on our traveling herd. My mother gave me a good talking to over the proper treatment of guest in our home before supper with the railroad man and it sure put a kink on what I was going to say to him. Instead of telling him he was too stupid and puffed up with his own importance to do business with me I told him how sorry I was things had come to this and I let him know I'd try my hardest to get along with him next year. He was not in a good mood when he left and no doubt he was in even a worse mood on his return trip. I didn't have a thing to do with it but I'll admit I didn't mind. Some jackasses had tried to stop a train and rob it and they had actually blown out a large section of a bridge across the Red River. Really it saved one hell of a lot of confusion since it stopped his railroad's traffic for about six weeks. If he'd made a deal with me it would have all fallen through for us since I'm sure any promises he'd have made to me over prices would have been reneged upon since they couldn't have shipped the cattle if they'd have bought them. In fact it all worked out best for us. Cattle buyers all over the country knew no stock could come from our part of Texas since the railroad was out of business for a time. It made the buyers in Ft Worth all the more ready to purchase in expectation of less beef available from other places. It just so happened that cattle bought in Ft Worth took a route on up through Oklahoma and didn't need the Red River bridge which wasn't available just now anyway. Hell, after the drive to Ft Worth everyone locally thought I was a hero since the cattle brought sixteen to twenty dollars a head when it had been going for eight to ten a head locally due to the attempted choke point put up by the railroad and the buyers who had been trying to scam us. It wasn't the only fallout from the blown bridge either. The small railroad which lost their bridge never got over it and they were soon bought out by the very one which shipped out of Ft Worth. It turned out I was the local genius for thinking up our drive to Ft Worth and the word spread not only locally but also among the railroads and the buyers. Hell, Jimmy went back to work for the telegraph office. He was hired by the new operator after the last one was let go. Our now doubled ranch ended up even bigger from several others selling out to me. They had been discouraged over the railroad's dirty dealing and decided to move on. Next spring I was in the catbird's seat for real. The new owners of the railroad, who just happened to be the same folks who owned the Ft Worth branch, planned a big auction next spring to introduce the new improved service with their new bridge. We had plenty of stock to sell what with all our recent acquisitions and the sale went off fine. Our cattle brought as much of sometimes more than they had in Ft Worth and I'd thought as much was going to go on. I had my stock scoured for saleable beef and we kept only a small number of the best cows and the best bulls. We cleaned up, money wise and the prices weren't kept a secret. I knew it was probably the most cattle would bring around where we were for years, but some people though it was just the start of get rich quick cattle raising. Several big concerns from back East sent men sniffing around to try getting in on the bonanza and we sold both ranches for a ridiculous amount of money. We rented a big house in town and moved in. We didn't stay long though. We took the time to get our wits together and then packed our things and took a little train ride of our own. Oregon sounded like nice country to me and we headed for it. The Willamette Valley had a nice ring to it and while it had seen a population explosion of sorts lately, there was still land available for people like us, with money. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-10-16 Last Modified: 2010-10-22 / 01:28:06 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------