Longarm and the Deadly Dead Man by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

Chapter 18

Longarm felt it safer to carry the willowy blonde up to the ranger station, where Captain Kramer apologized for having no soda pop on file as they filled him in on the odd comings and goings of Caddo Flynn.

Rose Bradford allowed she took tequila neat, without salt or lemon slice like a sissy Mex. So Captain Kramer poured three shots as Longarm marveled at how tough it could be to read a book by its cover.

At first reading, Rose Bradford seemed a perforce innocent home gal, stuck with folk as needed looking after. But the pretty little thing hadn’t fainted at the sight of a grown man’s dick, she’d held her own in a slanging match with an older experienced woman and damned if she didn’t take her tequila clawing back at her!

As he inhaled some tequila himself, Longarm idly wondered how much adult supervision a hard-riding, hard-drinking mule breeder got from a dithering old mom and a half-cracked pop. Having grown up on a hardscrabble farm in West-By-God-Virginia himself, Longarm knew country kids got to watch critters of all shapes and sizes fornicating in all sorts of odd positions, and whilst it was doubtless true not every kid raised country fucked critters before they ever got around to fucking one another, country kids knew more about fucking than city kids by the time they were old enough to fuck anything. But fair was fair, and he had to allow that the notion of a curious country gal fucking a horse or even a burro seemed impractical if not impossible.

Back in West-By-God-Virginia country boys had found she-goats most willing, with bitch dogs the least. The few gals he’d ever gotten to confess such early experimentation had confided that for a country gal, critter fucking worked just the opposite, with a he-dog willing to fuck most every and anything at any time, whilst a he-goat failed to satisfy the human fancy with its skinny dick and jackrabbit on-and-off approach to the matter. So that was likely the reason she-goats seemed so pleased to service country boys whilst country gals learned dog style from the source.

Longarm warned himself not to picture willowy blondes going at it dog style whilst drinking tequila with ’em. He pretended to care more about the current market for army mules when Captain Kramer said they had a complaint about four others missing from the paddock of another spread called the Double Diamond. The missing stock not being branded, of course.

Captain Kramer poured another round as he pointed out the little lady they were drinking with that afternoon knew more about the price of army mules than he did.

Rose Bradford modestly confessed, “It’s hard to say what any critter might be worth to anyone in the market for the same. The army dickers, the same as anyone else, if you follow my drift.”

Longarm did. Despite the sarcastic trail song about herding Texas cattle on a ten-dollar horse and a forty-dollar saddle, things weren’t that simple out this way.

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