Slocum and the Glitter Girls at Gravel Gulch (9781101619513) Read Free

driver.
    “No? Can’t make no coffee without fire.”
    “You’ll draw Apaches like moths to that fire, Obie.”
    Obie looked up from the rim and spokes.
    “By Jiminy, I think you’re right. Never thought about ’Paches. Thought we’d left them in the dust.”
    “They have horses, and they can see fire miles in the dark. A fire would be like a red light on a whorehouse.”
    Obie cackled a scratchy laugh.
    “You’re right, o’ course. No fire. Just hardtack and maybe a swaller of water.”
    “I’m going to turn in,” Slocum said. “It’s been a long day.”
    “Gals will sleep in the wagon. I’ll take old Tom out and lay him out nearby, and I’ll sleep underneath the wagon.”
    Slocum walked off and lay atop his blankets after stripping off his gun belt. His rifle lay next to him and he used his saddlebags for a pillow. He saw the two women peek out of the wagon after Obie removed the dead body. He could not see the expressions on their faces, but he heard them tittering long after he closed his eyes.
    Slocum fell asleep to the soft whispers of the women and their muffled giggles from inside the covered wagon.
    He dreamed of broken guns and cartridges molded out of clay. He dreamed, too, of hawkeyed men at saloon tablesall looking at him as he tried to run. His feet were mired in quicksand, and then he was transported to a grassy glade where he lay in tall red grass next to a stream that made no sound. Next, he saw worms the size of Mexican gourds crawl over his chest and down to his crotch. They wiggled and touched his shirt with flexing fingers.
    Around midnight, in the midst of Slocum’s dreams, he awakened to hot breath on his face and hands clutching at his clothing. One hand roamed down to his crotch, and when he opened his eyes, he saw one of the women lying beside him, clad in only a thin chemise.
    “Bonnie?” he whispered.
    “Yes,” she hissed. “I want you, Mr. Slocum. I couldn’t help myself.”
    She squeezed his genitals and he felt his prick harden and unfold like a knife blade. She rubbed him and grasped his stalk until it was pressing against the crotch of his trousers.
    She leaned over and kissed Slocum on the lips, pressing against him as she continued to grope him.
    “Oh, I want you so much,” she whispered into his ear.
    Slocum cocked his head to pick up the sound of Obie’s snoring coming from beneath the wagon. At least, he thought, someone was asleep.
    “It’s going to be difficult unless I can shuck these duds,” he said.
    Bonnie giggled, but the sound didn’t carry far. She sat up, then bent down to unbutton Slocum’s trousers. She felt down his leg with one hand until she touched one of his stovepipe boots.
    “You sleep with your boots on,” she said.
    “Out in the open, I sure do,” he said. “Move aside and I’ll tug ’em off.”
    She plopped over and pulled her chemise over her head. Slocum, like a man rowing a boat, leaned down andloosened his boots, then shucked them off. Bonnie unbuttoned his shirt as he stared at her naked body in the moonlight.
    Her pert breasts jutted from her chest as he slipped out of his shirt. She was frantic as she sidled onto his blanket and settled her buttocks between his legs.
    His cock swelled and stood straight up. She raised her bottom, then slid onto it, her bent legs spread wide. He felt his prick slide through the folds of her pussy and plunge into the wet warmth of her cunt.
    Bonnie let out a long sigh as she impaled herself on his member, then wriggled her bottom around in a little circle.
    “Oh my,” she cooed, “that feels so good, John. Heaven.”
    She raised and lowered herself so that his cock stroked her clitoris. She spasmed as an orgasmic convulsion shuddered through her loins.
    Surprised that she had come so fast, Slocum reached out and grasped her hips. He drew her down to him and kissed her as he thrust his own hips upward, driving deep into her vulva.
    Bonnie shuddered again and grasped his shoulders with