"The Denton Boys"
Part 13
Chad had been in Colorado for two years. In all that time, he wrote three letters but, nothing directly to Sawyer. He spoke about finding small amounts of gold and hoping to strike it big. Every letter was the same. "Next time the strike would be the motherlode."
He moved on from Colorado to Nevada, where he became owner of a played out gold mine. He still had hopes of finding gold, but instead discovered silver in the walls of the mine. The game plan changed from gold to silver. It looked like success was finally in sight.
"Dang, that lucky feller, is playin out healthy silver mine," babbled Ezra, reading aloud a letter from Chad.
"Is that good?" interjected Clara."
"Dern tootin, good enough to make that boy rich." Clambered Ezra. "There is no shortage of opinions, when it comes to money."
Still on the topic of money, it was no longer a struggle for Ezra Denton. He was now a successful rancher. For the first time in twenty years, Clara used the oversize sugar bowl for actual sugar. They had money in the bank.
Ezra hired two farm hands to help with the animals and work the farm plowing, milking, planting corn and cutting the fields at haying time. Once a month, he would withdraw payroll funds from the bank and everything went along smooth as silk.
Besides their monthly pay, the farm hands got bunks, in the bunkhouse, plus meals. Clara cooked huge meals, plain and simple, and fed everybody, never complaining. She was feeding six people instead of four. With her motherly caring, she would say, "I just add more water and a dash of herbs to the stew." It was not quite that simple, but she made light of everything, making sure everybody was well fed.
Jesse and Sawyer, worked side by side with the hired hands.
Thomas Conley, who went by the name of "Tom," and Leon Hanks, who used his last name, was the two hired hands. They called Ezra `Pa,' and Clara ma, after joining the family farm. It was Clara's idea and a good one. Nobody ever felt like an outsider. In front of company, it was always, Mr. or Mrs. Denton.
Tom was the youngest, and not that great looking when standing next to Sawyer, but on the well-built side. He had a great smile, with dark brown hair hanging over his ears held in place with a tan cowboy hat. Tom was relentless talking about poking `lady parts.' Otherwise, he did not talk much unless grunting counted. Sawyer thought the grunting sounded creepy.
Jesse suspected the grunting, was an act to let folks see he was a man; he also suspected that Tom had a big cock always talking about getting that thing wet with the ladies. Tom chewed dried tobacky and constantly spitting. Chewing was as common as `Kansas in August,' merely a sign of the times. However, Sawyer thought it was a nasty habit spitting all the time.
Hank was older perhaps forty, although nobody asked his age. He was mature and worked far better than Tom did. A divorced man with no family, he didn't care to be around women, but never said why. However, he treasured Clara, thanking her for baked bread or something she served for dinner. Yes, he also called her `ma.'
Leon Hanks sported a man-lickin butt and sugary to look up on. That was a claim to fame, for a man. It was a claim in Jesse's mind when he looked at him, but never said a thing aloud. Jesse liked working with Hank, and Sawyer teased his brother saying it was his butt that he liked the most.
"Okay Hank has a blue ribbon butt. Hell, I don't object to lookin, but that don't make me a homo. I like wild daisy's growing in the field too, but I ain't a posy picker," "You know how I am."
"Of course," was Sawyer's reply? "I know how you are. It's not complicated stuff.
"Is that so?"
"Yep, having Leon, here on the ranch, is distracting you."
"That's nuts!"
"All I'm sayin is – I know how you are." concluded Sawyer.
It was early in the morning and Jesse and Sawyer were already in the barn starting their chores.
"Why so glum?" Jesse asked his brother. Something was bothering Sawyer.
"Nothing, but a heap tired." Sawyer fired back clearly not his usual self.
"Oh, tired, yeah. You do look a bit whinny."
"I'm not whining - I am tired. Let's" move these cows and start the cleanup," replied Sawyer. They were inseparable farm men, brothers first and cowpokes second. They never fought or argued. However, they loved teasing using words such as "homo, pecker, butt hole and queer."
"Don't mock me, that is crazy talk and you know it is!" Sawyer barked at him.
"Something is spinning in your head and it will be pulling your hair out, if you don't control it. It's Chad, isn't it? Jesse finally said.
"Dang, you're good at seeing my thoughts. I can't sleep lately and when I do, I dream of sex, lots and lots of cowboy sex."
"Why don't you wake me, I can help with the naughty sex," admitted Jesse.
"I should, but its Chad I'm fucking in my dream," Sawyer confessed.
"How `bout this? Suppose I write CHAD on a paper bag, and put it over my head, and you can get nasty non-stop, using me to get off," grinned Jesse.
"Ha-ha-ha, that is joshing," clamored Sawyer, feeling better. "You're a bit crazy, but I like it," he concluded.
"The way I figure, a hole in the dark, is a fuckin hole," added Jesse, but I have to be on top because I have my own way of poking through hard cheeks.
"You're knee deep in butt fucking some wrangler. It sounds kinda homo to me."
"Golly Bill, just goin along with your dream," Jesse replied.
"What is everybody goin along with?" said Hank standing un-noticed behind them.
"Good morning. Did you get breakfast yet," asked Jesse, never answering Hank's question? Ma made buttermilk flapjacks swimming in syrup and fried bacon this morning. You haven't lived until those `jacks' slide down your throat."
"Yup, Tom and I sure did, and the coffee was strong and mighty hot. Wonderful cook ma is feeding us cowpokes," said Hank.
"Pa wants the stalls white-washed." He concluded. The cows flood gallons of piss and manure in the barn, when they don't get out to pasture.
"Yup, we know. Most stalls are already cleaned out, for white washing," said Jesse, "Just a little more to go."
"Tom will be along rightly to pitch in," said Hank. "I gotta wait `till you're done there anyway, so I'll give you a hand." He grabbed a shovel and bent over to scoop up a load to toss outside onto the manure pile.
"Yeow," stammered Jesse.
Hank turned abruptly around. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing – Jesse likes your ass," giggled Sawyer.
"Well I like his too."
Everybody laughed thinking it was nothing more than cowpokes messing around. Cowboys did things like that and nobody took anything seriously.
"Whew – close one," stammered Jesse.
"Naw, it was funny and Hank paid no never mind. You can't hide the obvious. He has a great ass."
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To be continued...