~ADAM'S POV~
I watch as the drunken cowboy foolishly calls Mark Callaway out. Damn! Couldn't he have waited until I had
breakfast.
I watch Mark as he slowly walks out of Miss Lita's place, pausing briefly at the door. He must have been
ready to eat breakfast judging by the frown on his face. Not that I blame him, Lita serves the best steak and
eggs in the territory, when she's not off chasing one of the Hardy boys.
His frown fades as he glances over at me. Shit! Did he just wink at me? I blush and I try to ignore him and
adjust my deputy badge on my shirt.
He chuckles as he casually walks out and faces the cowboy.
Bad thing about having a gun fighter's reputation is that someone is always gunning for you, day and night.
I watch as Mark stands there looking down at the smaller man. His presence is quite intimidating, and the
fact that he wears black doesn't help matters any. The ankle length black duster that he is wearing slims him
down some, but let me tell you, Callaway is one huge man.
The cowboy gulps as he looks around at the crowd that has gathered. "So you're Mark Callaway," he asks, his
voice not as cocky as it was a moment ago when he was calling him out.
Mark nods.
I see that Mark hasn't pulled the duster back and revealed his gun yet. That's a good sign that he might let
the stupid cowboy live another day.
"Let me see your gun," Mark says, glancing over at me.
"What?" The cowboy asks confused as he pulls his gun out slowly, still unsure of Mark's intentions.
Mark grabs it from his hand and inspects it.
"What's your name?" Mark asks casually.
"Why?" The cowboy asks even more confused.
"Like to know who I'm killing," Mark says without cracking a smile.
"Tommy. Tommy Dreamer."
"Dreamer?" Mark asks with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah," the cowboy growls.
"Take my advice boy, day dreaming is a lot safer," Mark whispers.
I watch in amusement as Mark hits him over the head with his own gun.
I suppress my laughter as I walk away quickly. I'm suddenly hungry, but not for food.
~MARK'S POV~
I look down at the unconscious cowboy and smile. Who says I don't have a sense of humor?
I watch Adam as he strides away. Damn, are legs suppose to be that long? What I wouldn't give to have him
wrap them around me as I lay with him.
Sheriff Kurt says Adam has always been troubled and a loner. Seems something happened to his family years
ago and he can't forgive himself for preventing it.
No matter. Tomorrow is Adam's nineteenth birthday and I intend on making it very special for him.
I decide to follow him as he ducks behind the saloon. What I find makes my blood boil with desire.
He is leaning against a wagon and I can tell that his jeans are undone. I watch mesmerized as he strokes his
long, slender cock hard and fast. I lick my lips as he shoots into the air. I chuckle as I walk away, painfully
aware of my own rock-hard cock. Tonight. Tonight, he would get his birthday present.
~AUSTIN'S POV~
Prosperity. What kind of name is that for a fucking town? Dodge. Carson City. Dallas. Now those are names
fit for a town.
I frown as I sit atop of my trusty horse, Rattlesnake, as I watch the townsfolk of Prosperity go about their
meaningless everyday lives.
It's time that the good citizens of Prosperity meet me. Steve Austin. Some may know me by my Alliance
name, Stonecold. How did I get that name? What? How the fuck do you think I got it? What? I have no
fucking heart. I take what I want, when I want it.
Hell, my eyes must be sparkling as I think of all the mayhem and carnage I can bestow upon the good folks of
Prosperity. I've been here once before many years ago. It wasn't as large then, but then again, the size of the
Alliance has grown and I shouldn't have any problem in tearing the town apart.
Besides, I'm being paid by Vince McMahon to "procure" some prime property for him. I guess the richer
keep getting richer, and the poor, poorer.
I watch with amusement as the gunfighter walks away. Damn! I wanted to see the cowboy get shot.
I grip the reins of Rattlesnake as I sneak one final look at my target, before galloping away. I'll be back
tomorrow, along with the rest of my gang. What damage could one sheriff and one deputy do?
~KURT'S POV~
I've watched the whole thing from Lita's. Be damn, if I'm leaving my steak and eggs for some stupid cowboy.
Besides, Adam was there to make sure it was a fair fight.
Not that the cowboy had a chance, but if he was stupid enough to call out Mark Callaway, he deserved to be
shot.
This town was like a circus sometimes. It not only consists of upstanding citizens, miners, cowboys, saloon
girls, but one gunfighter who has a crush on my deputy.
It's a good thing that Mark was only trying to impress Adam today by not killing the cowboy. I hate
gunfights. Too messy, and so senseless.
I watched Mark as he watched Adam walk away. Does Adam know how Mark feels?
I shiver as I remember a man from my past. The way his long blonde hair cascaded over his muscular
shoulders as he leaned down and kissed me until I was breathless, until I surrendered. My Hunter.
I shake my head. I don't need him. I don't need anyone.
Life is good in prosperity.
