“Drixx, I am sorry, I never meant for any of this,” he implored, looking contrite, but I was beyond giving a shit. He came onto my land to shoot innocent animals for money, in my book, he was no different from the filthy arsehole moaning and whining on the ground behind me.
“Whatever,” I clipped, my anger too far gone to be reminded that I grew up with this guy. He willingly betrayed his family and his community; he could take his punishment.
“Hott!” My name came out in a feral scream from the wannabe horse rustler, desperate and pained.
Turning in the saddle, I glared at the guy who was on his knees; the shotgun that had landed beside him when he fell was now pointed at my chest.
“I am gonna enjoy fucking her from behind like the dog she is, then I am going to make sure a few of my mates get a go too, ripping that sweet young pussy apart,” he sneered, then pulled the trigger sending sparks of pellets my way.
The last sound I heard was my stallion whining and snorting. My last thought was of Blake as I crumpled to the ground, blackness taking me.
BLAKE
The brumbies were safe. My whole body ached from the hard riding I had done over the last few hours, but every twitch of my sore muscles was worth their safety.
It had been touch and go there for a time or two, I managed to track the band of riders after the brumbies, stayed out of sight behind them and at one point even circled around them and got in front of them. They obviously didn’t have much knowledge of the mountains, and when I found the horses in the valley hiding in a gully, I thought luck was on my side until one rider happened upon them from another direction. Then my riding skills and Hercules’ speed became a real advantage.
“You are such a good boy Hercules, beating the riders and keeping up with the wild horses, you are getting an extra bucket of carrots and apples my friend,” I crooned, rubbing my hand up and down his neck.
It was a long way back to the Triple H, I was not likely to reach it for another hour, quicker if we galloped, but Hercules had done enough work for the day. I decided to steer the mob to the east of the property rather than Kelly’s Track. The terrain was rockier and less inviting to man and horse, so it was a good chance they would give up tonight, giving the stallion enough time for him to find a top hiding place for his ladies and young, as well as time for the cops to show up.
By now, Hendrixx would know what was going on and would’ve called the authorities. He will also be spitting mad with me, but he wouldn’t be for long. After a long hot soak in the bath, I will give him a little incentive to forgive me. Maybe a longer blow job than he usually lets me, the man had a problem with having his cock in my mouth for too long.
Smiling to myself at my musings about Drixx’s yummy cock, and my victory getting the horses out of harm’s way, I sat back in the saddle and let Hercules have the reigns.
“Danger is over big fella, now all I have to deal with is the Hott temper—”
The quiet night broke with the sound of a gunshot, and it sounded close, too close.
“Oh no,” I groaned, “what now?”
Gathering the reigns back, I yanked on them with enough force to turn Hercules but was careful of his soft mouth. As a trick horse, he was trained to be sensitive to commands, you didn’t have to be rough on him to get him to comply.
“Sorry old mate, it looks like our night isn’t over just yet,” I apologised grimly, hating that I had to ask him to run again so soon.
“Ya, boy, let’s go.”
I don’t know how long we were at full gallop, but I knew where we were, not more than five, maybe eight kilometres from the homestead. I was certain this was the direction the gunshot came from, I knew every square inch of the Triple H, every divot in the ground every half-exposed rock. The rustlers were around here somewhere, but why? One saw me running the horses to the east, why did they go in the opposite way to me?
My ears caught the sounds of a horse neighing, it sounded scared and panicked. It also sounded familiar.
“Lancelot?”
Reigning Hercules into a slower canter so that I could hear more over his hoofbeats, I guesstimated Lance was off in the distance right in the direction in front of me. Turning Herc to the left, I made the decision to come at the commotion from the side, maybe giving myself the element of surprise.
The closer I rode to the noise of my stallion, the more agitated I became with worry. For Lancelot to be making so much noise, something must have happened to Hendrixx because Hendrixx was the only person allowed to ride him. Not even Fenixx had gotten in the saddle, not Noxx, and not even Lillian, who had awards for her riding.
“Oh god, not my Cowboy, don’t you be hurt Hendrixx, please,” I prayed, sweat beading on my forehead, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Don’t shoot him for Christ’s sake!” I heard a panicked voice shout clearly from where I was positioned.
“You need to grow a set, don’t you know how much trouble we are in if we
