Earning Money On His Back: The Dangerous Path

By Rebecca Stone

"He pushed Cal into the room, hooking an arm around the younger and smaller man's waist while he slammed the door behind them, and pulled Cal to him in a deep kiss while his hands stripped off Cal's shirt and unbuttoned Cal's fly. He quickly went to his knees and started doing his magic. It was the most pleasurable experiences for Cal"

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Stone
• Release date: Mar 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005507091

Rebecca Stone

I love writing and reading erotica. I enjoy publishing my content online and get people's perspective on my writings. I hope my readers enjoy the content I put through. Happy reading!

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Earning Money On His Back: The Dangerous Path

By Rebecca Stone

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Earning Money On His Back

Chapter 2: The Dangerous Path

Chapter 3: En Route

Chapter 4: The Saloon

Chapter 5: Breeding Animal

Chapter 6: Hell Erases Heaven

Chapter 1: Earning Money On His Back

Don't worry about that shed, Pa, Cal said. I've already talked to them up at Milo Mather's mill, and they should deliver lumber for a new shed sometime while I'm gone.

Lumber? While you're gone? Old Henry answered. He was sitting on the front porch of the house, rocking, and pulling on his pipe. He'd already put in eight hours on the garden behind the collapsed shed and the sun wasn't far beyond its zenith yet.

Remember, Pa? I told you about it yesterday. They got word to me from down in Hayden that a couple of more buildings were being put up. They need my help. It will mean cash enough to pay for the lumber from the mill.

Regular boom town they got for themselves down in Hayden, I reckon, Henry said.

Yes, Pa. A regular boom town. They, in fact, were always putting up more buildings in Hayden. It wouldn't be long before they'd talk about making a town of it. It had started to take off as soon as they decided to put that road to the West, going over the mountains from Denver, right through the center of the settlement. They were talking of trying to get the town incorporated for the centennial of American independence, but that was only two years off, and Cal couldn't see any Colorado politician down in Denver moving that fast for anyone on the west side of the Rockies divide.

It wasn't really construction Cal was going down the valley, across the Yampa River, and into Hayden to do, but he'd be getting the money they needed to pay for the lumber, and his foster father never needed to know how he'd gotten it. He knew he wouldn't be more than a couple of miles away from the spread before Henry forgot he'd even gone.

John and Harv will take care of the sheep while I'm gone. I've already talked with them—and they'll help us raise that shed when I get back. I should be gone two weeks, maybe a couple of days more if they need me longer in Hayden. And you stay near the house, you hear? Don't be going to that section you've fenced and are trying to farm while no one else is here to go with you.

Hayden. Quite a boom town they got going for them down in Hayden, Henry said, stopping to take a couple of puffs on his pipe. It was like he hadn't even heard Cal's admonishment. Used to be that up at Slater was where we'd go for excitement, but now it looks like it's Hayden—since they put that road through.

Excitement, Cal thought. Yes, it was excitement of a sort that was taking him down to Hayden. He was afraid it wouldn't be that long before they'd have all the excitement around here that they could handle, though. He could smell it in the air. The danger. Ever since they'd passed that law back East in Washington that settlers could fence their land, you could feel the tension in the air. Something just waiting to happen. Having the sheep people move in—people like Cal's foster parents—had raised the tension, what with the cattlemen claiming the sheep ruined the pastures by close cropping and slowly being pushed out of valleys like this in search of better grasslands. Now folks could fence their land and farm it too. Even Old Henry was starting to make the transition. Cal didn't think the cattlemen would give into that without a fight. And he was afraid that fight would come before the farmers arrived, while the cattlemen could take out their ire on the sheep men.

Cal had already decided he'd leave the valley to do something else once his foster father had passed, but it looked like Old Henry's brain was going to give out before his body did. It had come to a head over that shed. When it caved in, Cal had told Henry that it was a sign, a sign for them to sell out to a farmer, to sell the sheep, and to move down to Denver.

Old Henry had taken Cal's hand and walked him out to that little stand of trees up on the hillside in back of the house. They'd stood there beside the graves of Cal's foster mother and of Henry's and her two little daughters, and Henry had said that he was going to be buried there too in the not-too-distant future, and that he wouldn't be leaving his family as long as he had breath.

Cal had lost the question of whether the shed would be rebuilt, but it had been a bad winter. They'd lost sheep. There wasn't any money for lumber for a new shed. That was until the tinker had passed through, coming up the valley from Hayden, headed for Slater, selling wares off his wagon. He'd been given a message from Levi Yost down in Hayden to deliver to Cal. Samuel Forster at Levi's place in Hayden had business down in Denver for a couple of weeks and Cal was needed to temporarily take his place. He'd done this once before. The pay was something Cal couldn't turn down, not at a time like this. So he would be going down the valley and across the Yampa to Hayden for a week or more.

The tinker had done more than that before he'd moved on. He'd given Cal a couple of dollars and given him that look. Cal had taken him to behind the fallen-down shed, gone down to his knees to the tinker, and then, when he'd sucked the tinker to full engorged, lain down on the soft earth and opened his legs for the man. Cal was a beautiful young man who had learned how to earn extra cash to keep the family sheep ranch going.

Guess I better be going, he said to his foster father. I'll take the mule. John and Harv will need the horses to check on the sheep.

Be home for supper, will you?

I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, Pa. I'm going to Hayden for a couple of weeks. John will be fixing your suppers. You've always said his cooking was better than mine, so that should make you happy.

Be sure to say good-bye to Lizbeth and the girls.

Cal's eyes teared up. After two years, Henry still couldn't talk like his wife and daughters were gone for good. He still talked to Lizbeth and included her in the day-to-day activities on the sheep farm. Cal turned and walked around the house and started up the hill to the graveyard under the trees. He would have stopped to say good-bye to her anyway, he supposed. But he sure as hell hoped she wasn't in a position to know what he'd be doing down in Hayden.

When he came back around the side of the house with the mule, the old man was standing at the top of the porch steps. He was holding a couple of wooden dolls in tiny colorful dresses and carved horses in his hands. Cal almost