Gunsmith #362 : Buffalo Soldiers (9781101554388) by J. R. Roberts Page A
Authors: J. R. Roberts
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staircase was a little crowded, and objecting in the form of loud creaking.
“Easy,” Mike hissed at the men. “Go single file, for Chrissake!”
The men had been trying to get up the stairs at the same time. Now they backed off and went single file behind the two brothers.
“I want that black marshal,” Mike the bartender said. “He’s mine.”
“Okay,” his brother said, “we’ll take Adams.”
They stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to the other men.
“We got to go quiet!” he hissed.
The men all nodded, and then they started down the hall.
Clint had had many women come to his room, for various reasons. A lot of them came for sex. Women liked him, and he thought it was because he treated them well, made them feel good. He always felt a man and a woman should both come out of their shared time happy and satisfied.
But there was another reason women came to his room, and it was one that had happened to him just weeks ago. Women had been sent to his room to keep him busy while someone tried to kill him.
He hadn’t liked the way the men in the saloon had looked at them, especially the bartender. If they had sent these two women up to keep them busy, they’d be sneaking down the hall just about now. Which would explain the creaking noises he’d heard. He’d noticed the stairs creaking when he and Reeves had used them.
Still on her knees, moaning with her mouth full, Julie slid her hands up the backs of his thighs until she reached his buttocks, then clutched them and pulled him to her as she took his cock all the way down her throat. He hoped she wasn’t setting him up, because she was very good at this and he would have liked very much for her to finish…
But then he heard the floorboards…
Bass Reeves lifted the blond girl off him and got to his feet.
“Get down behind the bed,” he told her. “Or maybe under it.”
“But what—”
“Just do it!”
Her eyes were glassy. Standing there naked, he looked like a statue made of smooth black marble. She reached for him, wanting him in her again, but he pushed her hand away and said, “Get behind the bed and stay down!”
She did as he said, her eyes beginning to focus again.She didn’t know why he was pushing her down behind the bed, but she could guess.
He grabbed his gun and stood against the wall, behind the door, held his fingers to his lips. She thought he looked absolutely beautiful like that…
TWENTY-ONE
When the door slammed open, Clint did two things: he pushed Julie out of the way, and drew his gun from the holster on the bedpost.
Four men came pouring into the room led by the desk clerk. They all had guns in their hands, but they all had to look around a moment to locate Clint, while he could plainly see them coming through the door. He started shooting first…
The door to Bass Reeves’s door slammed open, barely missing him as it slammed into the wall. The girl on the floor screamed and tried her best to get under the bed.
As the four men came through the door, led by the bartender, Reeves grabbed the door and slammed it back on them. It struck two of the men, causing them to stagger back into the hall.
The first two looked around the room wildly, trying to locate Reeves. When they saw him, they froze. Naked,holding his gun, he had the look of a gladiator from times gone by. He was a fearsome sight.
“Big mistake, friend,” he said to the bartender…
Clint fired, put two bullets in the chest of the desk clerk. The bearded man fell to the floor, causing the man behind him to trip. Clint shot him while he was falling, killing him.
The trailing two men realized something bad was happening in the room, and tried to reverse course. This wasn’t worth the twenty dollars they were being paid.
Clint followed them into the hall, still naked, and fired at them as they tried to escape. They fired back, but their shots went wild, and in seconds they were lying on the floor of the hall, dead.
Doors began to
“Easy,” Mike hissed at the men. “Go single file, for Chrissake!”
The men had been trying to get up the stairs at the same time. Now they backed off and went single file behind the two brothers.
“I want that black marshal,” Mike the bartender said. “He’s mine.”
“Okay,” his brother said, “we’ll take Adams.”
They stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to the other men.
“We got to go quiet!” he hissed.
The men all nodded, and then they started down the hall.
Clint had had many women come to his room, for various reasons. A lot of them came for sex. Women liked him, and he thought it was because he treated them well, made them feel good. He always felt a man and a woman should both come out of their shared time happy and satisfied.
But there was another reason women came to his room, and it was one that had happened to him just weeks ago. Women had been sent to his room to keep him busy while someone tried to kill him.
He hadn’t liked the way the men in the saloon had looked at them, especially the bartender. If they had sent these two women up to keep them busy, they’d be sneaking down the hall just about now. Which would explain the creaking noises he’d heard. He’d noticed the stairs creaking when he and Reeves had used them.
Still on her knees, moaning with her mouth full, Julie slid her hands up the backs of his thighs until she reached his buttocks, then clutched them and pulled him to her as she took his cock all the way down her throat. He hoped she wasn’t setting him up, because she was very good at this and he would have liked very much for her to finish…
But then he heard the floorboards…
Bass Reeves lifted the blond girl off him and got to his feet.
“Get down behind the bed,” he told her. “Or maybe under it.”
“But what—”
“Just do it!”
Her eyes were glassy. Standing there naked, he looked like a statue made of smooth black marble. She reached for him, wanting him in her again, but he pushed her hand away and said, “Get behind the bed and stay down!”
She did as he said, her eyes beginning to focus again.She didn’t know why he was pushing her down behind the bed, but she could guess.
He grabbed his gun and stood against the wall, behind the door, held his fingers to his lips. She thought he looked absolutely beautiful like that…
TWENTY-ONE
When the door slammed open, Clint did two things: he pushed Julie out of the way, and drew his gun from the holster on the bedpost.
Four men came pouring into the room led by the desk clerk. They all had guns in their hands, but they all had to look around a moment to locate Clint, while he could plainly see them coming through the door. He started shooting first…
The door to Bass Reeves’s door slammed open, barely missing him as it slammed into the wall. The girl on the floor screamed and tried her best to get under the bed.
As the four men came through the door, led by the bartender, Reeves grabbed the door and slammed it back on them. It struck two of the men, causing them to stagger back into the hall.
The first two looked around the room wildly, trying to locate Reeves. When they saw him, they froze. Naked,holding his gun, he had the look of a gladiator from times gone by. He was a fearsome sight.
“Big mistake, friend,” he said to the bartender…
Clint fired, put two bullets in the chest of the desk clerk. The bearded man fell to the floor, causing the man behind him to trip. Clint shot him while he was falling, killing him.
The trailing two men realized something bad was happening in the room, and tried to reverse course. This wasn’t worth the twenty dollars they were being paid.
Clint followed them into the hall, still naked, and fired at them as they tried to escape. They fired back, but their shots went wild, and in seconds they were lying on the floor of the hall, dead.
Doors began to
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