~JERICHO'S POV~
I shiver as he plays with the strand of my hair. His words echo in my head. Have I ever lain with another
man? Another shiver runs down my spine. No. No, I have never lain with another man. Every man in the
Alliance had tried to bed me down, but I always managed to discourage them. Hell, that's why I wanted to be
a scout and as far away from them as possible. Somehow, I don't think Benoit will be that easy to discourage.
"Is that my price for freedom?" I ask softly with my eyes lowered, blushing at how weak my voice sounds,
ashamed of how hard my cock is.
He chuckles as he drops the strand of hair and stands over me. "Maybe."
My body starts to tremble and he must notice, because he grabs one of my blankets and wraps it around me.
I moan as the warmth of the blanket enfolds me.
He grins as he walks to his horse and retrieves his own blanket. He strides back to where I'm kneeling and
spreads it out. He glances at me and I know what he's planning.
He's actually planning to lay with me. Fear grips me so hard that I panic. He walks to me and grips my arm
helping me up.
Without warning, I gore him in the abdomen with my right shoulder knocking him flat on his posterior,
eliciting a deep dangerous growl from him. Shit! I've really pissed him off.
I run, unable to stop the blanket as it slips away from me. The cool night air caresses my naked body as I run
as fast as I can. The river rocks cut into my bare feet, but I don't dare to stop.
I gasp as a strong muscular arm wraps around my waist lifting me and pulling me back against his muscular
body.
"Whoa little filly! Just where do you think you're going?" He whispers in my ear as he holds me easily.
"NO!" I scream as I struggle helplessly in his arms.
He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head backwards, and I stop struggling immediately, wincing at
the pain. "Stop," he growls deeply.
He forces me back to towards the camp. Once there, he shoves me backwards onto his blanket. I whimper as
he straddles me, holding me down. The ropes cut deeper into my wrists as not only my weight is on them,
but his as well.
~BENOIT'S POV~
He's so beautiful, I can barely restrain myself from lifting his legs and fucking him right here and now.
His body is trembling. He's terrified of me and he should be. I hold his life in my hands.
He's looking up at me with those angelic blue eyes. He thinks that I'm going to have my way with him. Ravish
him. I have to admit that the idea really appeals to me, but I'm not a rapist. I like my lovers to be willing and
active participants. However, I have a feeling that once I get him warmed up to the idea of me being in his
bed, that he'll be quite a little spitfire.
I lean down and press my lips to his briefly as I lay down beside of him. He rolls on his side away from me.
I pull the blanket up and over the both of us as I snuggle up close behind his back. His hands almost brush
against my cock, but he quickly pulls them up higher.
"You're not giving my clothes back?" He asks innocently.
"No, I like you better without them," I growl, smiling to myself as I hear him whimper in fear as I scoot even
closer, pressing my hardness against his backside.
Yep, my previous intention of turning him in has changed. I want him as a lover and I'm a very patient man.
He tries to scoot away from me, but I pull him back so that my cock is rubbing against his small puckered
opening, but not penetrating it. He doesn't move. Hell, I don't think he's breathing.
~JASON'S POV~
It's late and I've just finished brushing Rattlesnake. My arms ache and I smell like a horse. As I'm heading
for my tent, I stop just outside of Rob's tent.
I hear Rob moaning and groaning as Steve rides him hard. I hear the sickening sound of flesh smacking
against flesh.
The others in the camp think that I should be jealous and fight for Steve. What do they know?
Hell, if Rob wants him, he can have him. Rob seems to like what Steve does, not me.
I hear Steve's primal roar as he shoots his seed deep into Rob.
I shake my head and run to my tent, crawling underneath the blanket. I just hope that the nightmares don't
invade my dreams again and a part of me wishes that Steve was here to protect me. Ever since we got to
Prosperity, I've been having weird dreams about two blond-haired boys named Adam and Christian.
Christian looks familiar. Why is Adam screaming at Christian to run?
I clutch at the cross that hangs loosely around my neck and kiss it. For some reason, it always comforts me.
Wonder where I got it?
~HUNTER'S POV~
I look down at the town as I find just the right spot. I have a clear shot in any direction from this location.
My orders? Eliminate the good sheriff of Prosperity. Hell, I can't blame Austin for being paranoid. I've heard
tale that this sheriff is good. It's true. Damn true.
Worst, he's honest. He lives his life by three I's. Intensity, integrity, and intelligence.
Kinda reminds me of someone that I use to know a long time ago. Someone that I miss more with each
passing day.
Why did I leave him? Stupidity. Yep, I was stupid. Thought that I belonged out in the wild, wild west. Hell, I
could have stayed with him and helped him run his general store, but the nomad in me was restless. So I told
him a lie. Yep, I was stupid again.
I'll never forget the tears that formed in his doe like eyes as I told him that I had just been using him and
that I didn't love him. I hated him. He was weak. Pathetic.
He ran from me that day and never looked back. No harsh words for me. No pleading for me to stay. Just
acceptance.
I wanted to go find him and tell him that I didn't mean it, but my pride prevented me from doing the right
thing.
I saddled up my horse and headed west without ever looking back once.
What I wouldn't give to hold Kurt in my arms once again.
Shit! Enough with the memories. He's gone. I've got a job to do. I carefully check out my rifle. I never miss
and this sheriff doesn't stand a chance against me. They don't call me Hunter for nothing.
~GLENN'S POV~
I sigh as I stare up at the full moon. It's crazy how life turns out sometime. I should hate him. I should want
to kill him, but I know why he did what he did. Hell, if I was older, I would've probably done the same thing.
He didn't know I was in the house when he set fire to it and he even risked his own life to pull me from the
burning inferno.
I reach up and touch the scars on my face. Frowning at how hideous they feel.
I jump as a hand reaches out and pulls my hand away, gently placing soft kisses on it. "You're the most
beautiful thing that I've ever seen."
I smile as I look down at my smaller, dark-haired lover. My hand brushes away a long ringlet of hair from
my beauty's face as I lean down to kiss his luscious pouty lips. My savior.
Tomorrow, I would find my brother and finally find the peace that I have been searching for all these years,
but tonight I will lay with the one man that looks past my physical appearance and sees the real me. My little
broncobuster.
