He’s going fast now, pumping like mad, saying all sorts of dirty stuff, then “oh shit, oh holy shit” as he’s lost to his release. When he’s about beyond himself—a feeling I well know—he rolls us over so he’s on my back and he rides me hard now, slapping my ass as he drives his stuff into me. As he does I come into the bedding like some kid, going off something fierce, at it front and back. He goes till empty, then quiets to lie atop me, his dick sliding out when it goes soft.
Finally, he pulls out and rolls onto his back. “Shit, that was good.”
I’m lost on what to say because something has changed and I want to consider it before I agree. He must get this as he doesn’t press.
“We’d best get on,” I manage. “Get back to the boys, tell them the bank is good pickings.”
He’s fine with this, and once we’re on our way, he’s his eager self while I’m lost to thoughts I can’t corral. The fact that he took me strikes over and over, but where I once thought I’d kill the man who did such a thing, I find I have no anger. What I do have I can’t figure, only that the whole of me, head to toes and back again, cares for this boy who is more man than any I’ve ever known.
* * * *
Best trick of any outlaw gang is spare horses stashed partway along the planned escape route. When a posse gets thrown together, they lack the planning we do, and we outrun them every time because we change mounts while they wear out theirs. So on the Kettner job, we leave Virgil and Dewey with eight of Noble’s stock just outside Mercy while the rest of us go onto get us some money.
Leland and Harry stay out front with the horses to keep watch while Wade, Evan, and me go inside quiet like, just cowboys looking to do business. When it’s down to just two customers and the one clerk, we pull down our masks and Wade calls out “throw up your hands.” The deed is then done. Evan and Wade keep order while I throw cash into sacks, and there’s a good lot of it. With two sacks full, I go out front, look around to see if it’s clear, then make ready to leave.
Dewey and Virgil are mounted. I swing a sack to each, then Wade, Evan, and me climb into the saddle and we’re off at a gallop just as somebody yells “holdup.” Some fool takes a couple shots, which fall short, and we’re well on our way.
It takes time to gather a posse and we use this well, riding hell-bent, which, astride a beast in full gallop, is nearly as exciting as the robbery itself. A man’s horse is powerful worked up in such pursuit, as is the fellow on his back, and while I mostly look ahead, I do steal a sidelong glance now and again to see Evan keeping pace at my side, mask now to reveal that face I covet.
We change horses as planned. Virgil and Dewey take the others back to Noble, while we turn east to avoid the posse, which may or may not be on our heels. Evan has already told of a canyon hidden in the foothills, and we ride there, going through a narrow passage that shields the place from view. A trickle of water bubbles down the rocks to form a pond, and the horses and ourselves drink while Harry climbs up to stand guard.
“We’ll stay the night,” Wade announces, dropping money bags to the ground. We spread our bedrolls ad eat hardtack. There’ll be no fire come night as smoke would give away our presence.
Wade counts the money while we look on. He always does this, and I kid him he should have been a banker. He doesn’t laugh like usual. Things haven’t been the same since Evan and me took our scouting trip, like he knows we got up to mischief. I don’t comment on this. We have yet to fuck.
“Twenty-six thousand two hundred eight,” Wade says. “We’ll split twenty-four among us, three thousand each, the rest to Noble.” He counts it into nine piles with all in agreement.
We stash money in saddlebags, some to pocket. Rest of the day we spend snoozing or planning how to spend the money. Always a good time with new money. Dusk falls over us and Harry comes down to say nobody is in sight.
“Wore out their horses,” Leland declares and we have a good laugh, though Wade insists a man remain on guard. Being Leland is feeling frisky, he gets the task and doesn’t object.
Evan stays mostly quiet. A look passes between us now and again, and when it’s dark, I can hear a hand working a prick, then low grunts as he comes. I’m hard as a post, aching to get at him, but I hold back. Usually I just climb onto Wade there in the dark because nobody cares who does what, but I leave off and pass a restless night.
* * * *
Next morning, we ride to Noble’s place, where Hannah gives us breakfast and we tell of the holdup. Wade gives Noble his cut. “Kettner bank was asking for it,” Wade tells our host. “If they got together a posse, we never saw it.”
“They all should be this easy,” I offer, recalling
