McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn
Authors: McLeod-Anitra-Lynn
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Without the protection of clothing, the sun would turn his hide to leather in half a day.
“I’m not interested in—shit.” The man cast his gaze over his shoulder, obviously worried about what his companions would make of this development. When he looked back around, Dalton was as naked as the day he was born.
If not for the dire situation, Everett might have gotten hard at the sight of Dalton’s perfectly proportioned body. As it was, his dick remained as soft as his brain. He had no idea what Dalton was up to. If he had a grand plan, Everett was happy to go along, but at the moment he was flummoxed.
“Get your clothes back on!” the gunman hissed, pointing at the pile of clothes with his gun. “Back on now, or I’ll—”
He never got to finish. What happened next ripped the air out of both their lungs. One moment Dalton was standing there naked as the day is long, and then all of a sudden he just went poof!
Rubbing his eyes, Everett realized he hadn’t disappeared so much as he seemed to have turned into a pile of dust. Fine, soft dirt covered the abandoned clothing. Just like the sinking soft earth he’d found all over and around Dalton as he lay half in the spring.
Everett and the gunman exchanged glances.
When Everett looked back, the pile of dust was swirling.
Around and around in an ever widening circle, the dust turned, picking up more of the loose dirt alongside the trail. Each pass caused the cone of dust to grow in height and width. Everett had seen his fair share of dust devils dancing across the prairie, but he’d never seen one behave like this.
Startled, the gunman’s horse neighed and backed up, almost dislodging him. No matter what the man did, he couldn’t calm his ride. In the end, the man yanked on the reins, turned his mount, and compelled the creature to run. Everett figured the only reason his oxen didn’t react is they couldn’t see what was happening, not facing forward with their eyes shielded by the rigging.
As crazy as it seemed, Everett knew the dust devil was Dalton. In his heart, he knew Dalton would not turn on him. But if they got out of this mess, and it looked like they might, Everett had a rapidly growing list of questions he wanted to ask. Frankly, he figured they would spend the rest of the journey in deep discussion.
As the dust devil swept around, picking up more dirt, it grew wider and taller. By the time the gunman had caught up to his cohorts, Dalton had grown into a veritable spout of spinning earth. Squinting against the flying grit, Everett watched as he moved toward the four men.
A surge of dread welled up in Everett’s chest when they all drew their guns and fired shot after shot right into the core of the swirling dirt. Nothing happened. It kept right on spinning and moving toward them. Panicked, the men holstered their weapons, yanked their horses around, and ran.
Everett whooped and hollered, urging Dalton on.
Over the rise the four men went. Close on their heels, Dalton followed. When they all disappeared from his vision, Everett realized he had to get a move on to catch up. With gentle urging, the oxen returned to their steady, lumbering pace.
Time stretched on forever. Everett kept expecting the dust devil to come back, but the horizon remained empty. Behind him, the sun was setting, turning the prairie blazing orange.
Anticipation caused him to stand as he rode up the short hill. What he saw at the top dropped him in his seat.
Chapter Ten
Nothing.
He saw absolutely nothing.
The prairie was empty for miles. He didn’t see the men. He didn’t see the dust devil. All he saw was a whole lot of nothing.
Darting his gaze this way and that, Everett realized that what seemed flat, wasn’t. There were ditches, hills, valleys, and hollows. If the men were smart, Everett figured they had broken off the main trail and scattered in four directions. One dust devil couldn’t follow four tracks, but he didn’t think Dalton would pursue them.
“I’m not interested in—shit.” The man cast his gaze over his shoulder, obviously worried about what his companions would make of this development. When he looked back around, Dalton was as naked as the day he was born.
If not for the dire situation, Everett might have gotten hard at the sight of Dalton’s perfectly proportioned body. As it was, his dick remained as soft as his brain. He had no idea what Dalton was up to. If he had a grand plan, Everett was happy to go along, but at the moment he was flummoxed.
“Get your clothes back on!” the gunman hissed, pointing at the pile of clothes with his gun. “Back on now, or I’ll—”
He never got to finish. What happened next ripped the air out of both their lungs. One moment Dalton was standing there naked as the day is long, and then all of a sudden he just went poof!
Rubbing his eyes, Everett realized he hadn’t disappeared so much as he seemed to have turned into a pile of dust. Fine, soft dirt covered the abandoned clothing. Just like the sinking soft earth he’d found all over and around Dalton as he lay half in the spring.
Everett and the gunman exchanged glances.
When Everett looked back, the pile of dust was swirling.
Around and around in an ever widening circle, the dust turned, picking up more of the loose dirt alongside the trail. Each pass caused the cone of dust to grow in height and width. Everett had seen his fair share of dust devils dancing across the prairie, but he’d never seen one behave like this.
Startled, the gunman’s horse neighed and backed up, almost dislodging him. No matter what the man did, he couldn’t calm his ride. In the end, the man yanked on the reins, turned his mount, and compelled the creature to run. Everett figured the only reason his oxen didn’t react is they couldn’t see what was happening, not facing forward with their eyes shielded by the rigging.
As crazy as it seemed, Everett knew the dust devil was Dalton. In his heart, he knew Dalton would not turn on him. But if they got out of this mess, and it looked like they might, Everett had a rapidly growing list of questions he wanted to ask. Frankly, he figured they would spend the rest of the journey in deep discussion.
As the dust devil swept around, picking up more dirt, it grew wider and taller. By the time the gunman had caught up to his cohorts, Dalton had grown into a veritable spout of spinning earth. Squinting against the flying grit, Everett watched as he moved toward the four men.
A surge of dread welled up in Everett’s chest when they all drew their guns and fired shot after shot right into the core of the swirling dirt. Nothing happened. It kept right on spinning and moving toward them. Panicked, the men holstered their weapons, yanked their horses around, and ran.
Everett whooped and hollered, urging Dalton on.
Over the rise the four men went. Close on their heels, Dalton followed. When they all disappeared from his vision, Everett realized he had to get a move on to catch up. With gentle urging, the oxen returned to their steady, lumbering pace.
Time stretched on forever. Everett kept expecting the dust devil to come back, but the horizon remained empty. Behind him, the sun was setting, turning the prairie blazing orange.
Anticipation caused him to stand as he rode up the short hill. What he saw at the top dropped him in his seat.
Chapter Ten
Nothing.
He saw absolutely nothing.
The prairie was empty for miles. He didn’t see the men. He didn’t see the dust devil. All he saw was a whole lot of nothing.
Darting his gaze this way and that, Everett realized that what seemed flat, wasn’t. There were ditches, hills, valleys, and hollows. If the men were smart, Everett figured they had broken off the main trail and scattered in four directions. One dust devil couldn’t follow four tracks, but he didn’t think Dalton would pursue them.
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