The sky seemed to rip open as the wind raged through the streets of the old western ghost town. He had been right, there was nothing living in the place. No point in even coming out to check on things. Tristan gave the saloon doors a shove and they swung open on rusty hinges with a screech of metal on metal. He thought the dust covered room beyond was empty until he noticed the footprints crossing the floor. Someone had been here recently. But why? There was no reason for anyone to be out here and no way for them to get here. He hadn't seen any tire tracks or other signs of a vehicle. With a shake of his head he dropped into a squat to get a better look at the footprints. They had been made by heavy work boots.
Before he could stand up a heavy hand pressed against his back. "What are you doing in my town?" A husky voice asked close enough Tristan could feel the breath on his neck and smell the sweet aroma of whiskey.
"This town isn't owned by anyone. It's been the problem of the state for decades. They've hired me to come in and look it over to figure out what can be saved and what should be leveled. If you're here it's you that is trespassing," Tritan said.
The breath didn't move as the man spoke a second time. "I've lived here for years. No one has ever bothered me. Why now?" The man slipped his hand from Tristan's shoulder onto his back and began to caress the muscles between his shoulder blades. "Why would the government send someone into my world after so long?"
Tristan let himself lower to the floor at the pressure on his back. "Because this place is being claimed as a danger. The mine to the north has collapsed and the government wants to close this area off," he said, the truth of his words ringing in the tone. He shook his head. "I'm sure they didn't know anyone lived out here."
The man's hands weren't rough as he maneuvered Tristan uncomplaining to his back on the floor. "Because the ones I find out there I want to keep don't talk when they leave." His tone took on more of the whiskey sweetness as he reached for the buttons of Tristan's elegant shirt. It was opened faster than he thought possible allowing the rough skin of the anonymous man to trace patterns over his chest. Tristan sucked in a breath--nothing like this had ever happened to him. Hell, he was still a virgin.
"What are you doing?" he asked as the man's fingers scraped across his beltline.
The man's eyes darkened with something Tristan had never seen before. "Some would say they are torturing you. But something tells me you are going to enjoy every moment of what's coming." he lowered his head to capture Tristan's right nipple with his teeth. He ground them for a moment before releasing the tender flesh. "Have you known pleasure?" he asked.
