While reviewing the story I noticed some of the page breaks were missing, so I added them. That really pisses me off! But anyway...

The story continues:

Final Shot

"Finished," Colt said. My shoulder wound was cleaned and already healing. He'd just changed the bandages before we rode into town tonight. We were doing it in the dark so the townsfolk didn't see us bringing Penny back into town.

He was all tied up and gagged, so he couldn't speak. We were tired of hearing his voice. He wasn't afraid at all, like we weren't bringing him straight to his death. Instead he was as chatty as could be. I warned him to hobble his lips, but just didn't take me seriously till I stuffed a (dirty) sock in his mouth.

"You think his brother will follow?" Colt asked, which was a damn good question. We did hear – from Penny's mouth – that the leader of the gang, Ryland, was indeed Penny's younger brother.

"If he is we're right outside of town. He'd be stupid to, but if he did come he'd be outnumbered, outgunned."

Colt nodded.

"Let me see," I said for the thousandth time.

Colt looked at me and just shook his head.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," I said.

"I'm not ashamed, it's just… it's fine," he said. "I'm fine. It's nothing."

"It still hurts like hell," I said.


I narrowed my eyes. Then I glanced over at Penny, who was watching with interest. Yes, he knew where Colt had been hurt because I'd been talking about it since we left the saloon. I wanted to make sure it was healing but he didn't want me near it.

I pulled out a dirty sock and used it to cover Penny's eyes. I went over to Colt and ignored him when he asked me what I was doing. I grabbed his pants and forced them down as Colt struggled to keep them up. My right arm wasn't totally functional but he seemed worse off than me, like his whole body hurt, just from being raped in the ass.

I finally got his pants down. He yelled at me as I forced him onto his stomach. When I touched in between his legs he jolted and then stopped moving. There was some dried blood down there, but other than that it didn't look any different. The problem was probably on the inside.

I couldn't be sure, I've never been raped before, nor have I tried to treat someone who'd been raped. I grabbed a canteen and found a cloth. A cloth, I realized, that was the blue bandana that had been around Colt's neck the night he was raped. I shook my head and poured water onto the cloth.

"I don't know what to do," I said as I cleaned the blood away. "You could see a doctor, but I don't know –,"

"No," Colt said. "No doctor."

I nodded. "I'm going to check it out every day to make sure it's healing, you know."

"You just want see my ass," Colt laughed.

"Well I didn't say seeing your ass everyday would be a bad thing," I said.

"Do you think the one that did this to me is still alive? He was still alive when we left."

"He's dead," I said. "I know he is."

"And I'll be dead too," Penny said. "Soon, right?"

"You both deserve it," I snapped. And all conversation ended.

We rode into town in the middle of the night. Derek came out of the jailhouse as we were forcing Penny off Colt's horse. It seemed like the first time I'd seen Derek really mad. He stomped down from the doorway and grabbed Penny by the shoulder.

"Finally! People have been asking about you two," Derek snapped.

"Howdy to you too," I muttered.

"You told them we were both hunting down an escaped criminal from the town over, right?" Colt asked.

"Yes," Derek said.

"Should I tell everyone the truth?" Penny asked.

"Do it and I'll drag you out of this town and cut your fingers off one at a time," I said. All three men looked at me. I sighed. "Sorry, I'm just tired."

"As you should be. We've been riding none stop for the past day." Colt was worried that we might be followed. I hoped to God he was wrong, because if the town was overrun with bandits… we'd survive, but it would be costly.

"Lock him up before anyone gets here," Colt said.

Derek nodded, still glaring at Colt, as he dragged Penny back into the jailhouse.

"Let's go," I said. I took Colt's hand. "To my home."

Colt nodded. He gently slid his hand out of mine, and I knew why. Because we were back in town, and didn't need people getting the wrong ideas. I didn't mind. I'd rather people didn't get the wrong idea too.

We got into my house and it seemed like forever, not just a few days, that we were gone. I took everything off except for my pants and bandages. Colt did the same, and we both climbed into my bed.

"Your uncle's still gone, right?" Colt asked.

"He shouldn't be back for another couple days," I whispered, pulling Colt into my arms. It felt so… right. "Don't worry about it. How are you doing?"

"Fine," Colt said.

"It… must have been painful," I whispered.

Colt sighed. "It… was." He said in a way that told me words didn't quite describe how he felt.

"I'm glad you're ok," I said.

"And I am ok," Colt said. "Really. You can stop asking."

"I'm just worried. You took it pretty well, I just thought…"

"Well, I ain't gonna cry about it."

"I don't except you to," I said. "I just… felt like it was worse then you're letting me know."

Colt lifted his head so he could look at me. His chin rested on my slightly hairy chest.

"If it becomes unbearable then I'll turn to you for help," Colt said. "If I can't handle it on my own then I'll come to you. If I need you… then I'll ask you."

"And until then I'll continue forcing my help on you," I laughed. Colt chuckled, and get my chest a light kiss before settling back down.

"Thank you, Bron. I wouldn't have been able to do this without your help."

I continued to smile. "Of course, Colt."

"What's going on here?"

I jolted upwards, away from Colt, whom I was snuggling against. Colt jolted too, but didn't sit up.


He was white haired but that was the only thing that could classify him as old. He still seemed to have the body of a twenty year old, though he was much older then I. He had muscles underneath his suit. He was a man of the first water.

"Why are you in this bed together, naked?"

Colt sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He seemed to be at perfect ease. "Good morning, Mr. Lewis, we just got home last night. Forgive me, but I was so tired I just asked Bron…son if I could stay the night."

"In the same bed? Naked?" uncle asked.

"Not naked," I said, pulling the covers back to show we had pants on. "It was just easier this way. I wasn't sure if the guest bedrooms were ready for use." Total lie. Uncle took our servants with him when he went out for business, so I was basically the house keeper while uncle was gone.

"Right…" uncle growled.

"I thought you'd be gone another day." I flushed. Damn, that sounded like I wasn't expecting to be caught, like I was guilty of something. Which I was guilty, but I didn't want to seem like it.

"I wanted to watch that bastard Boulevard hang, so I came just in time. Don't you have a hanging to prepare for, sheriff?"

Colt nodded. "Y – you're right, I do indeed. I'll see you later, Bronson." He stood, turned, and held his hand out for me. "Thank you very much for your help. And for having me for the night."

"My pleas – uh, no problem, sheriff," I said, taking his hand and shaking it. (We were supposed to kiss here, but uncle wouldn't even blink, much less leave the room.) Colt gathered his things and fled the room. Uncle continued looking pissed off.

"I thought you wanted to quit the bounty hunting," he said. "Last case, when you got home, before you started drinking like a fool…"

I flushed. "I… I wanted to…"

"If you didn't start drinking I was going to start teaching you how to take over the business," uncle sighed. "But if you're a bounty hunter again then… well, you can't run my ranch and be a bounty hunter. You have to choose one."

I could still smell Colt. The scent that only he had. Such a masculine scent, but there was something else mixed in that made his scent also a sweet smell. It was a smell only I understood. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was Colt's scent. It was like he was still in the room with me.

"I can't give it up, uncle. Not yet." I said.

"Not even when you're almost killed?" he motioned towards my bandages.

"Not even then," I said.

"What made you consider stopping before?" uncle asked. "And what made you start again?"

I sighed. "My last hunt…" I looked up at the window, the words stuck in my throat. "My last hunt, the man who eased was searching for his family. When I got there… it was too late. He'd killed them all."

Uncle's eyes widened. I didn't want to talk about it, but I'd been holding it back. I was like Colt – hurting from something terrible that happened, but not admitting to anyone just how much pain I was in.

"He said if he was going to die they should die too. He said he couldn't live without them… so they shouldn't be able to live without him. He asked me if he were wrong. And then I shot him." I shook my head. "I… he could have tried to run away with them. He could have tried to escape with them… but he killed them, because he was going to be killed."

Uncle gulped. He muttered a prayer under his breath.

"That's why I started drinking every night, no matter how angry you got at me. Because drinking helped me forget that house, that man…" his wife, his children, his baby that couldn't even walk yet.

"We're leaving soon. Be presentable," uncle said before stepping out of my room. I stared at my window a while longer before getting out of bed to wash up and get dressed.

It was quick and simple. Penny had nothing to say. I didn't even get to speak to Colt, or make eye contact. We wanted him get strung up and we watched him hang. We watched as he gagged for breath. Writhed in silent agony. And then he was dead.

Just like that.

I felt no sorrow for him. I felt sorry for all those he'd murdered. I wish he could have suffered a bit longer. That was unchristian of me, but I'd been pretty unchristian lately. I'd be forgiven for those I've killed. Penny died without being forgiven.

Afterwards, we all left.

That's it. It was over. The man Colt and I had taken bullets for was dead. And I was glad. I used to wonder if that made me a bad person. But I'd seen what a real bad person was, and I wasn't it.

It had been a month since Penny's death and people were still talking about him. A savage, the women called him. Men called him a monster during the day. When the women weren't around and the beer was out Penny was called a murderous bastard and other mean things.

I was still visiting the saloon, but not to get drunk. I only drank a little. And most nights I didn't even go. I'd started working around the ranch because uncle said I couldn't sit at home all day long and I agreed (had no choice in the matter.) It was interesting meeting the ranch hands uncle had.

I'd been checking up on Colt, to make sure he was ok. He said his butt wasn't hurting anymore, but I still liked to look at it every time I saw him. He didn't really mind. In fact, he liked it better now that he wasn't hurting anymore.

Derek was sitting in the main room when I entered the jailhouse. When he saw me he scoffed. I ignored him and went into the back room where Colt usually was, and I was right. Colt was sitting in there with a few papers in front of him.

"Howdy," I said, closing the door behind me.

"Howdy Bron," Colt said, dropping the papers down on the desk. He stood and came to me. His hands found my waist and his lips found my lips. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me.

He pulled my shirt up from my jeans (I tucked it in) and his hands went up to my chest, his thumbs running over my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. That felt really good. Last time we messed around Colt discovered I really liked it when he touched my nipples.

"No sign of Ryland Boulevard?"

Colt shook his head. "I've kept an eye out," he licked the side of my neck, his hands giving my nipples one last tweak before they went downwards, into the back of my jeans, where they cupped my butt cheeks and squeezed. "But he doesn't seem to care."

"Yeah," I whispered, picturing the younger brother of Penny sitting down during that bandit party. He didn't seem like the type to just give up, but for now we were perfectly safe.

Colt's tongue flickering over my neck brought me back to the present. He nibbled at my skin, gently, his hands caressing my backside. He was fine as cream gravy when it came to making me feel good. He made me feel half seas over when I hadn't even touched a drink!

He came up to kiss me again. I felt his tongue in my mouth, moving slowly but surely, as if he was tasting me for the first time. And this was not the first time, nor did I ever want it to be the last.

He pulled his hands out of my jeans, grabbed my hips and turned me around. He led me backwards to the desk, stopping just as the back of my thighs touched the desk. He used his arm to clear the desk and I sat on it. He reached down, his shaky fingers finding the buttons to my jeans.

"Colton?" his annoying voice sounded with a knock at the door. "Colton, I have some more papers for you."

"Leave them out there," Colt said. He never took his eyes off me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. I leaned forward and put my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart racing. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer. I licked his lips and we both chuckled.

"It's important," Derek insisted.

"Just leave them on the floor," Colt said.


Colt gave me a quick kiss before stomping across the room. He opened the door just enough to stick his head out. "What the hell is so damned important that you can't handle it yourself?"

"Well, these are for the sheriff to sign. I ain't the sheriff," Derek said.

"You ain't gonna be my deputy if you continue to interrupt me for every little thing," Colt said, and snatched the papers out of Derek's hands.

"Fine. As you were," Derek said, and walked away. Colt shut the door. He glanced down at the papers, tossed them across the room, and was back up against me instantly. He kissed me like his ass was on fire and I had the water to put it out in my mouth.

I hugged my arms around him, pressed my body against him, damn near melted into him, wondering all the while if it was possible to die during sex. It felt so good – could you die from it?

I felt like I was about to find out. I reached down, undid Colt's gun belt, unbuttoned Colt's jeans, and took his hard cock into my hands.

"Ready?" I breathed, both hands rubbing his long, hard cock. He shuddered, and groaned, and I knew he wasn't going to last too long. This could be quick – I had a few things to do today.

"W – wait, Bron, before I cum," Colt said.

I thought it was peeing, but two weeks ago Colt called it 'coming', and he explained that there was a different between normal pee and white sex pee – that white sex pee wasn't pee at all, but the stuff that made babies. That sure was news to me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I… remember that night, when we captured Penny?"

"And that bastard put his cock in your ass? Yeah, I remember," I said.

"Well, I'm all healed now, and…" he shrugged.


"I'd like try it." Colt said sheepishly, and he blushed (which wasn't a common thing with Colt.)

"What?" I asked, blushing myself. "You want me to… to… put my…"

He slowly nodded.


"I'm healed now," Colt said.

"Not a chance," I said. "I saw the way that bastard hurt you… I can't do that to you! Are you crazy, Colt?"

"The difference between sex and rape is one is without permission, and a lot less pleasurable, and the other feels great and it's wonderful if you do it right."

"There's a right way to rape?"

"It's not rape," Colt said. "If it's done right. I came up with a plan."

"A plan?"

"Yes. Will you try it with me?"

"Ah… Colt, uh…"

"What?" he asked. He put his hands on my face and made me look at him. "If you don't want to you can say no. I'm only going to do what you want to do, ok? If you don't want to, I won't."

"I'll do it, but only on one condition," I said.

"What is it?" Colt asked, and kissed me once.

"Do it to me. You might be healed, but I can't do that to you… not after what I saw. Do it to me."

I got off the desk, discarded my gun belt and loosened my pants. Colt nodded. He kicked off his boots and his pants. Soon I was completely naked and he was completely dressed… from the waist up.

He got something from the back of his desk. It was a jar of some sort of cream.

"Turn around," he said, and I did. I turned and put my hands on the desk. I felt his hands grab my buttock. He leaned in, his body pressed against mine, his cock in between my cheeks, and I moaned.

He squatted down and pulled my cheeks opened with his hands. He leaned in, and his tongue flickered out, and I jolted. He did so again and again and I was so grateful that I washed up before coming to see him. My cheeks flushed as his tongue continued to lick at my hole.

I felt his tongue pushing inside, and I wanted him to stop because I wanted him to never stop. I raised my leg and cried out. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop, I didn't want him to stop…

"Colt, Colt…" I groaned.

"This isn't anything," he whispered, and he kissed my cheek before leaning back.

He opened the jar and dipped a finger in the cream. "This is going to feel strange. Try to enjoy it."

I nodded, but I don't think he noticed. The tip of his finger found my hole and he slowly pushed it into me. I moaned as he started to fill me up. Damn, and I thought his tongue felt good. His finger felt a tons better than his tongue. I spread my legs and leaned over, onto the desk.

He pushed his finger in as far as it would go. Then he started to pull it out. I wanted to yell at him to stop, and not pull it out, but right before the tip left my hole he pushed it back in, a little faster this time. He pulled out and then came back in, harder and faster each time.

I closed my eyes and cried out.

His finger completely left my hole.

"W – wha…? Don't stop, Colt, don't stop…!"

"I'm not," he said. He dipped his finger into the jar – no, two fingers – and I couldn't wait for it. He pressed his two finger tips to my hole, but he didn't push them in right away. I looked over my shoulder.

"Ready," he said.

"Yes," I answered, before he could even make it a question. "Yes, I'm ready. Yes, yes, yes, do it, Colt."

He did it.

He shoved his fingers in without much preparation, and I cried out. I rubbed my cock against the desk as I moved back and forth with the thrusts of his two fingers. He wasn't nearly as careful this time and I almost thanked him for it. I was a man, damn it, and anything less than a real pounding was a waste of time.

"Harder," I groaned. "Harder, Colt!"

"It's almost time," Colt said. He pulled his fingers out. "Bron, I need you –,"

"What?" I snapped.

Colt paused a moment. I looked over my shoulder and he saw my need. I liked it too much and damn it I couldn't handle being left alone. I rubbed my cock against the edge of the desk and moaned.

"Tell me, Colt – please," I said.

"Suck my cock," he ordered.

I pushed off from the desk and went down to the floor on my knees. I went to him, grabbed his butt cheeks, and opened my mouth to his cock. I started at the tip, and suckled like a needy newborn. I ran my tongue around the pump tip, polishing it with my saliva.

Colt threw his head back and cried out as I took the length of him into my mouth. I went back slowly, and then came back down roughly. He thrust his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth, and I squeezed his cheeks with my big hands. I leaned back, letting his cock out of my mouth, and licked the length of it, from the tip to the end.

I licked it back up to the tip and Colt was shivering. I released his buttock and cupped his hanging sack in my hands. As I tongued his cock I rubbed his balls in my hands. So delicate, so small in my hands, yet the core to so much pleasure.

"Stop, stop, stop," he cried, though he made no move to walk away. I stopped licking him and released his balls. He grabbed me by the arms and lifted me, which wasn't an easy thing at all.

Before I could get my feet on the ground he was putting me down on my back, on the desk. He dipped his fingers in the jar and rubbed his cock down. Only his fingertips rubbed the outside of my hole, and it was brief.

"Bronson," he moaned, as he positioned himself in between my legs. I was moaning for him to do it, just to do it, and repeating his name over and over again. I felt the tip of his cock touch my hole.

"Just do it!" I cried out.

He thrust with his hips and I took the whole length of his cock almost instantly.

I bucked on the deck, his cock filling me. I felt it, seemingly deep inside me, and I cried out in pure ecstasy. It was something between an animalistic cry and a "yeehaw!"

He pulled back till only the tip was in me, and then thrust back in. He didn't hold back, he pounded into me like I wanted. Hard and fast, and he knew he couldn't break me. I circled my hips when his midsection was pressed against me, his cock deep inside. His hands gripped my hips so hard that it might leave imprints.

"Colton!" I cried out.

"Bronson," he moaned, his hand leaving my hip to wrap around my cock. As he thrust in and out of me his hand rubbed my length. And let me tell you, it felt like heaven. I felt like I was going to explode. Pleasure so great that I wanted him to stop.

Because I never wanted him to stop.

"Colton, Colton, Colton," I whined. My entire body shuddered before I went still. It was building up from far away, and it came speeding towards me like the fastest stallion. I could feel it coming on.

"I'm… c – coming," I cried.

"Oh God," Colt cried.

"I love you," I cried out. "I love you!"

Colt gasped, and his cock, twitching, released inside me. I could imagine his white cum coming out of the tip of his cock, filling me up as his cock did. He still tried to move, thrust into me, as he came.

"I love you," Colt snarled through clenched teeth.

And then my whole body tensed up, and no words or sounds would come out of my mouth. I came, the white cum squirting out. The moment seemed endless.

We'd cleaned up later. Normally we'd lie around naked for a while – and we should have lied around, I was so tired afterwards – but we had things to do. I had things to do. And there was an annoyed deputy still in the building.

We even straightened up the papers. They were back on the desk. Colt and I stood in the middle of the room, in each other's arms, kissing and embracing because we simply didn't want to let go.

"That was amazing," Colt whispered in my ear.

"I was serious," I said. "I love you, Colton. If we could get married I'd marry you."

"I believe you," Colt said. "And then I said I love you I meant it too. If you asked me to marry you I'd say yes… after we agreed to leave town, because your uncle would probably…"

"Kill us," I chuckled.

I kissed his cheek. "I'd better go. Really go, this time."

"Okay," Colt said.

And reluctantly we broke away. I smiled at him, my fingers running down his arm, down to his hand. Our fingers traced each other out, and then all contact was lost when our fingertips ended and the space between us began. I reached my hat and placed it proudly on my head.

"See you later, Sheriff," I said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Bronson Lewis," Colt said. He picked up a paper and shook it in the air. "I have a case for you."

That's right. Because I was Bronson Lewis the Bounty Hunter. I smiled at Colt, the love of my life and the man I'd ride the river with. And he smiled back. And I reached for the doorknob, opened it, and stepped out of the room.

The end

Final Author's Note: This was the last chapter! I really didn't want it to end, but I did want it to end with a 'bang.' Well, it literally did. (haha). But as an erotica I figured a nice long sex scene would be the perfect way to close out, with a budding romance between the two (and basically a marriage proposal – did not plan that) and the assurance that Bronson was back on the job.

I did my best to tie up the missing pieces of the puzzle, such as at the very beginning, with Bronson's decision to quit working at a bounty hunter. I wanted his drinking to be a problem and the mystery of why he quit to be… well, a mystery, but it was kinda forgotten until the very last chapter!

Oh well.

I left off with a premise for a sequel, but before you start asking for one that answer is a totally undecided maybe. I have other stories I wish to work on, and also a life that requires a lot of living. (Haha.) But writing is my passion, and I really enjoyed this story, so I do want to one day revisit this strange western world. Someday.

Lastly, thank you so much for reading this from start to finish! Your comments are wonderful, and they encouraged me to continue even when I felt I couldn't! Please forgive any mistakes, and I hope to see you in my next series!

Until next time, have a great life.