Home on the Range

By Baron LeSade

"Damn, Pa, anyway," I muttered as I slapped Bessie on the butt and sent her plodding out of the barn. Here I was again, stuck on the ranch while he was off on another cattle drive. Him and Joshua. I bet they're probably sitting in a bar somewhere with two of them purty bar ladies sitting on their laps diddling with their cocks while they're ogling their tits...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Baron LeSade
• Release date: Apr 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301351008

Baron LeSade

Howdy, I'm a Texan by birth and a Nevadan an accident of fate. Retired after twenty-eight years in the USAF and now live on a horse ranch just outside of Reno, Nevada. I used to write for literotica, but decided I might as well write for myself as it was a lot more profitable....

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Home on the Range

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Home on the Range

Damn, Pa, anyway, I muttered as I slapped Bessie on the butt and sent her plodding out of the barn. Here I was again, stuck on the ranch while he was off on another cattle drive. Him and Joshua. I bet they're probably sitting in a bar somewhere with two of them purty bar ladies sitting on their laps diddling with their cocks while they're ogling their tits. Bet Ma would kill Pa if she only knew what really went on when Pa was away on one of his cattle drives. This was a great way for a guy to spend his nineteenth birthday, I complained to myself.

Yeah, I told myself as I picked up the bucket of milk and headed for the house. I knew what went on those cattle drives because Pa had taken me with him on the last drive. I'd thought it was odd that he hadn't taken Joshua with him, but I sure wasn't going to complain as I would get away from the ranch and all the damn chores I had to do every day while they were gone.

My brother, Joshua was so damned lucky. He was one year older than me and got to do all they good stuff. He'd always got to go on the cow drives cause he'd always been pa's favorite, but last year Pa had made him stay at home and do the chores while he took me along on the drive.

I could remember the drive like it was yesterday. I'd never forget it.

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One day, about half way through the drive, Pa and me had gone into a town called Feather Bend. It wasn't much of a town as towns go, but it was big enough to have a saloon and a parlor house. And I would never forget that house. I could still picture the nude painting hanging on the wall beside the four ladies standing at the bar smiling back at us as we knocked the dust off our jeans with our Stetsons and sat down at a table. The women were carrying on like a bunch of hens in a hen house as they kept looking over at us whispering and giggling.

Which one you want? Pa