Chapter 3

Kathleen O'Dell liked her little ranch. She liked living with Cinnamon. She liked raising Appaloosa horses for shows and Quarter horses for rodeo work, mainly barrel racing.

The house sat at the mouth of a box canyon, so only a minimum of fencing was required to close off the canyon. The grass was lush and green from early Spring until well into the Fall. A fence ran down the middle of the canyon, separating the two breeds. A rushing stream curled along the back wall of the canyon, then ran along one side, providing all the water the stock needed.

Kathleen rode her prize stallion slowly through the pasture, checking the condition of her stock. The bright Colorado summer sun was high in the sky when she reached the stream. She unsaddled her horse and tethered him to a cottonwood tree with a long rope. She stripped to the buff and waded into the icy water. Goose bumps popped up all over her body. Her nipples drew into sharp points.

Josh sat on the top of the canyon wall and watched through a powerful telephone lens as Kathleen cavorted and splashed in the stream. As luck would have it, she turned to face the side of canyon on which he was sitting and spread her legs. Her long middle finger showed clearly in the strong lens as it slipped into the top of her seam and settled on her clit.

Josh took several photos of her pleasuring herself, then scrambled down the slope and hurried toward her. He lost sight of her as he crossed the canyon floor. When he saw her again, she was on her knees in the middle of the stream. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and she was shaking all over as she came. He sneaked up close and took several more photos, forgetting the noise of the motor drive.

Kathleen heard it. She opened her eyes and fixed him with a piercing stare. She took her finger out of her pussy and stood up straight. Her heavy tits jutted haughtily. She saw his eyes sweep from her chest to her luxuriant bush.

"Who are you, and what are you doing on my property, spying on me like a peeping Tom?"

"My name's Joshua Baker. I'm a photographer. I live down the road."

"Yeah, I heard that some city slicker bought the old Peterson ranch. That doesn't explain why you're on my property, spying on me. This isn't the city, Mr. Baker. You don't just wander around on somebody's property without permission."

He grinned crookedly. "Now I know why this is called a box canyon," he said.

"Your attempt at humor is lost on me, Mr. Baker."

"Call me Josh." He couldn't keep his lustful eyes from wandering up and down her voluptuous, naked body. She made no effort to cover it. Maybe he had stumbled into something too good to be believed. "All my friends do."

"And just what makes you think we're going to be friends?" she said, her voice as icy as the water in the stream. "Westerners take their property rights very seriously, Mr. Baker. You're more apt to get shot than make new friends."

"Look, I didn't mean any harm. I was out hiking, looking for birds to photograph. I didn't realize that I was going to find one so pretty, and naked to boot. When I saw what you were doing, I couldn't resist the urge to come closer and watch."

"And take pictures without my permission," Kathleen said. She walked out of the stream to her saddle. She took a six-shooter from the saddlebag and pointed it at him. "Rewind the film, take it out and toss it over here."

The bore of the pistol looked like a cannon to Josh. "What the hell is this?" he said, astonished. "You can't pull a gun on me that way and demand my film. It's private property. My private property."

"You're standing on my private property, Mr. Baker. I can shoot your balls off, and the sheriff won't blink any eye. You're trespassing, you're a peeping Tom, and you took pictures of me naked without my permission. Not even the most glib shyster in the world can get you out of this one." She cocked the pistol, and the sound was as menacing as a rattle snake. "Now, do you hand over the film, or do I shoot you and take it?"

"I don't think you can do it," he replied, sounding a lot braver than he felt.

"Pick up that rock in front of you. Now, throw it as high as you can." She whipped the pistol up and shattered the rock at the top of its arc. "Now, do you believe I can do it?"

"You're a good shot, but shooting a rock isn't the same as shooting a man."

She put a bullet between his feet. "The next one goes right through your balls."

Josh rewound the film, took it out of the camera and tossed it to Kathleen. She tossed the saddle blanket over a big rock and sat down. She deliberately left her legs open so he could see her pussy. The pistol dangled in her right hand.

"Did you enjoy watching me jack off?" she asked.

He felt a lot better. He had lost his film, but it looked as if he was going to get a piece of prime ass in its place. "Damn right I did. I'm a normal man."

"If you liked it so much, why didn't you take your cock out and play with it?"

"I didn't think of it. I was too interested in watching you. You're a pretty sexy woman. Beautiful, too. You looked like Aphrodite standing there."

"The daughter of Zeus, who sprang from the foam of the sea, the goddess of beauty and sensual love," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Do you always stretch the truth?"

"Nope. Never met a more beautiful, sensual woman."

"Well, let's make up for your oversight. Take your cock out and stroke it."

Josh's eyes got as big as saucers. "I don't believe this is happening."

Kathleen casually leveled the pistol at him.

"Okay," he said hurriedly. "Don't get carried away with that thing. You might hurt somebody. Namely, me." He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and stroked it a couple of times.

"Don't stop. You watched me jack off. Drop your pants so I can see your balls."

"You want me to jack off?" he said incredulously

"You catch on fast. I want to see your cum fly."

He started to say that she couldn't be serious. Her look and the pistol said otherwise. He didn't know if he could get the job done under duress. He did know that he'd damn well better try hard! He dropped his pants and grabbed his cock. He pulled it several times, and not much happened.

Prematurely gray hair touched his beard and temples, giving him a distinguished look. His cock was long and thick. Dense, curly brown hair covered his groin. Light brown hair showed in the opening of his shirt. She liked that. Men who resembled apes turned her off.

"Having trouble, huh?" she said conversationally. "Well, now you know how a girl feels when a guy expects her to fuck and she's not in the mood. If it will help, look at my pussy and think about fucking me."

"Why can't I just fuck you? I'll pull out when I'm ready to cum, and you can watch it fly."

"Yes, you're a normal man. All you guys want to do is jab your cock in a girl's tender little pussy and hump until you get your rocks off. Well, I'm not going to fuck you, so you just have to use your imagination." She smiled wryly and opened her legs a little wider, just to tease him. "Now get busy before I lose my patience."

He stared at the pretty auburn hair covering her mound. Her large clitoral hood protruded from the top of her long slit. She was built for fucking. A guy could spend many delightful hours in her saddle. He pulled and manipulated his dick until it hardened, then whacked it rapidly. He fired his wad straight at her. It hit the ground well short of her feet.

"Not bad, but I expected more cum," Kathleen said. "Your balls are pretty big."

"God damn," he muttered. "I did the best I could."

"Yeah, I've heard that before."

She dressed and saddled her horse. He pulled up his pants and watched her silently, dreadfully disappointed that she didn't let him fuck her.

"It'll be dark soon," Kathleen said. "You're apt to get lost if you try to walk home. Get up behind me. You can call your wife from my house. While you wait for her, you can hit on Cinnamon. She-likes it with a guy now and then."

She kicked her left foot out of the stirrup and held out her hand. He climbed up behind her and kept his foot in the stirrup.

"I need the stirrup," she said. "You can hold onto me."

His put his arms around her and deliberately grasped her tits.

"I meant my waist," she said.

"These are better handles."

Kathleen chuckled to herself and let him think he was getting away with something. She kicked her horse in the sides and took off so fast, he nearly fell off in spite of his firm grip on her tits. He righted himself and held on tighter.

"Who's Cinnamon?"

"My partner and lover."

"You're a strange woman. My wife isn't home. She went into town to some chick movie."

She's probably back at the madhouse picking up another guy, Kathleen thought. "You're just saying that so you can hit on Cinnamon. As the old song goes, why do married men think they're still single?"

When they reached the barn, Josh fell off the horse. He walked around, trying to get the kinks out of his legs. His butt was sore, and he had been on the horse less than fifteen minutes. He couldn't imagine how anybody could actually enjoy riding such a beast.

"I'll walk home from here," he said.

"The wolves might get you. Dinner should be ready. Cinnamon or I will drive you home after we eat."