In the year of 1884 the area we lived in was still very dangerous. Not so much from Indians as much as gangs of outlaws. I was headed east to buy cattle for our ranch and likely would be gone several months. Our one hand could take care of the ranch and he was an old hard man with no fear in him. My wife of 5 years was much more in tune with the times. She knew living out 30 miles from town with the dangers of the area it just wasn't safe for her to be there with out me.
So we rode the 8 miles to Mort's Store. Mort is an old guy who owns the general store in our area. He has an Indian girl who lives with him and serves as the store's whore. Mary and my wife are about the same age. But that is the end of comparing them, Mary is just a bit cubby with small breasts and a comfortable rear and belly. I wouldn't call Mary pretty, but she is cute and very willing to enjoy sex with all comers. Even worse Mort brags about how much he fucks the young woman. And she just grins and nods.
Madison is most everything Mary is not. Her breasts are good sized, her waist small, and like Mary's ass very comfortable but without quite so much width. And Madison is a beautiful woman. Madison and Mary are good friends and the girls were off to one side talking when I cornered Mort about what I wanted.
"Mort I need to go east to buy cattle and I will be gone maybe 3 or 4 months and maybe longer. Buck doesn't want to have to look out for the ranch and her both. So I need somewhere else to leave her for that time. She could help around the store and I will pay for her keep."
"Shore Brandt you can leave her here and I will put her to work. You know she could make me lot of money if I can put her on her back like Mary does?"
"I bet you are right Mort, but I doubt she will go for that type work."
"I figured that might be the way of it. But if I can talk her into it? Can I whore her out?"
"You have at it Mort, You get her tits out and they'll come miles and miles to just see them."
"I'd sure like to get my pecker up in her little belly a few times."
"You get a few drinks in her Mort, and you might get that done."
"So she likes a taste now and then?"
"Once in a while Mort once in while."
I had to laugh knowing Mort was going to try to make my wife into the store whore and maybe he would have more luck than I thought. Madison liked sex a lot.
I kissed my wife and left her to visit with Mary to have her mind off my leaving. I camped that night almost 40 miles east. After I had eaten I dug in my saddle bags and took my hand guns out. I don't wear them around home. I always have my rifle near but I put the guns up when I married Madison.
My wife is Mrs. Brantley Davidson. I am David Brandt and have been where we live for the past 5 years. But down south in New Mexico and Arizona Brantley Davidson is a known name. Known as a very bad man. I have tried hard to leave that life behind me.
But carrying the amount of money I was I decided I might need the guns. I rode clear back into Illinois before I found exactly what I was looking for. And then I needed hands to move a herd the size that I had bought. I had been gone three months and we were just ready to try to drive them home I had hired 12 men, 7, I hoped to keep on the ranch and 5 who likely would return home. We were looking a maybe at least 2 months to get home more likely 3. So I was going to be gone six.
In western Nebraska we ran into herd cutters and a would be Marshal who told me that several brands had been altered so he was cutting my herd by nearly half. I had quit wearing my guns after buying the cattle even though I was still carrying a bit of cash. I reached back and strapped them on again as the cutters looked over my herd.
A salty young man I had hired eased over next to me and whispered to me.
"Unless you are real good with those, you better let me handle this? That is Webber Duncan And he is the real deal here abouts. I will talk him down if I can and maybe we can get out with just a few loss."
"I will give him a chance but only one and he doesn't cut even one head."
I had over a thousand head in my herd. They rode back over to us.
"Well we are cutting about 600 out that we feel are altered and we are doing it now."
"You aren't cutting even one head out. Not one so ride back to town and have a drink or die here now."
"Listen, you don't know who you are dealing with Mister you touch those fancy guns of yours you'll be the one who dies here now."