Will and Carter
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 10
Western Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Two longtime friends go to a saloon bar to see a nude catfight match show. Upon returning, they are inspired to put on their own show. Unbeknownst to them, this change will change their lives forever.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Teenagers Rape Fiction Crime Western Incest Mother Son Cat-Fighting AI Generated
Two days later, Will and Mrs. McMillan walked into the bustling restaurant that Carter and Norma had worked so hard to open. The air was filled with the mouthwatering scents of roasting meats and freshly baked bread, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. It was a far cry from the tension and grime of Big Jake’s saloon, a place where they had once made their living off the misfortune of others.
“Congratulations, Carter,” Will said, his hand firm on his friend’s shoulder as they approached the bar. “The Imperial Duke is quite the establishment.”
Carter grinned, pride shining in his eyes. “Thanks, Will. We’ve put our hearts and souls into this place.”
The group gathered around a large table at the back of the restaurant, the warmth of the room wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The table was laden with a feast that would put any saloon spread to shame: succulent roast beef, crispy fried chicken, steaming mashed potatoes, and a mountain of corn on the cob. The air was alive with the sound of laughter and the clinking of silverware, a stark contrast to the tense silence that had often filled the saloon during their catfight days.
Mrs. McMillan took a seat at the head of the table, her eyes glowing with satisfaction as she surveyed the group. Will and Carter sat on either side of her, their faces a picture of contentment as they dug into their plates. Norma bustled around the table, making sure everyone had enough to drink and that the food was to their liking. Despite her exhaustion from the long journey and the weeks of hard work, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of her sons and the woman they had rescued, all together, sharing a meal in a place of their own creation.
The conversation flowed easily, the warmth of their camaraderie a stark contrast to the cold, calculated interactions of their past lives. It was during this relaxed banter that Carter looked up from his plate, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, Will,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “In just one month, I’ll be graduating from school. And then,” his voice grew more serious, “I’m heading to Cripple Brook to study cooking. I want to become the best chef this side of the Mississippi.”
Will paused, his fork mid-air, looking at his brother with a mix of amazement and admiration. “Cripple Brook, huh?” he said slowly. “That’s a real commitment you’re making, Carter.”
Carter nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I want to do something with my life that’s not just about making a quick buck. I want to create something that brings people joy, you know?”
Will couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at his buddy’s ambition. He had always known that he wasn’t cut out for the same kind of life as Mrs. McMillan. She was a woman of the world, a survivor who had seen and done it all. He, on the other hand, was a simple man, a rancher at heart. He had hoped that the catfight business would be their ticket to a better life, but now that it was behind them, he wasn’t sure what came next.
The conversation drifted to the topic of the McMillan ranch, and Will found himself lost in thought. They had enough gold to buy cattle and start a new life, but the memory of their past still haunted him. The thought of returning to the same life they had left behind filled him with dread.
“So, Will,” Carter interrupted the silence, “have you thought about the cattle for the ranch?”
Will took a sip of his beer, his eyes unfocused as he stared into the distance. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it,” he said, setting the glass down with a thunk. “But I’m not sure it’s the right time.”
“Why not?” Mrs. Norma Phelps’s voice was gentle, curious.
“It’s just...” Will trailed off, his gaze drifting to the floor. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to go back to that life. The ranch, the cows, it’s all we’ve ever known, but after everything...”
Carter leaned in, his eyes understanding. “I get it, Will. But you can’t let the past define you. Besides,” he leaned back with a knowing smile, “I’ve got a lead on some prime cattle. Mr. Harrison ‘Money’ Lewis over in Plain Peaks, he’s got a ranch that’s the envy of the territory. He’s looking to sell off some of his stock to fund some new ventures. I heard he’s got the best cows around.”
The mention of Mr. Lewis brought a spark to Will’s eyes. “The Money Lewis?” he asked, incredulous. “His cows are legendary. If we could get our hands on some of his stock, we’d be set.”
Carter nodded eagerly. “Exactly,” he said, slapping Will on the back. “And I’ve got a plan. We’ll head out at dawn tomorrow, catch him before the day’s too hot. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be more inclined to deal with us if we catch him early.”
Will couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect. It had been a long time since he had been out to the countryside, and the thought of starting anew on their ranch with Mrs. McMillan by his side was intoxicating. He looked at her, her face aglow with the warmth of the fireplace, and knew that he had made the right decision.
“Alright, we’ll do it,” he said, his voice firm. “But we’re going to need some help. Those cows won’t drive themselves back to the ranch.”
Mrs. McMillan leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. “What are you thinking, Will?”
Will took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to meet hers. “I think,” he began slowly, “that we might need to pay a visit to our friend Mukiki.”
Mrs. McMillan’s eyebrows shot up. “The half-breed?” she asked, her tone filled with surprise.
Carter nodded solemnly. “He’s the best tracker in the area, and he knows these parts like the back of his hand. He’ll be able to get us to Money Lewis’s ranch without any trouble from bandits.”
Mrs. McMillan’s expression grew thoughtful, and she took a sip of her wine before speaking. “If we’re going to ask for Mukiki’s help, we should bring some gifts to offer to his tribe as a token of our appreciation for their kindness.” She gestured to the shelves behind the bar. “Take some of that tobacco, and the bolts of fabric that arrived on the last wagon. They always appreciated those.”
The boys nodded in agreement, knowing the value of maintaining good relations with the tribe. They quickly gathered the goods, filling a large sack with the fragrant tobacco and a variety of colorful fabrics that would be well-received. As they worked, they couldn’t help but think of their last encounter with Mukiki, the fierce loyalty he had shown, and the surprising bond that had formed between them.
The following dawn, Will and Carter mounted their horses, the sack of goods slung over Will’s shoulder. The sun had just started to kiss the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty street as they made their way out of town. The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the heat of their past ventures in the saloon. As they rode, the sound of their horses’ hooves echoing through the quiet countryside, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were leaving their old lives behind and embarking on a new chapter.
Mrs. McMillan had risen early to pack them ten box of the finest tobacco and two fabric rolls, which they now munched on as they rode towards Mukiki’s camp. The journey was long and the trail rough, but their spirits were high. The sack of gold jingled at Will’s side, a constant reminder of the opportunity that awaited them. They talked of the future, of the cattle they would buy and the ranch they would build, their voices filled with hope and excitement.
As they approached the camp, Will took a deep breath and turned to his brother. “Carter,” he said, his voice serious. “When we get those cattle and start up the ranch, I need you to know something. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want out of life, and it’s more than just the land and the animals.”
Carter looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean, Will?”
“I mean,” Will continued, his gaze fixed on the horizon, “that I’ve decided to leave the ranch to you once we get it running. I’ve got other plans, things I need to do for myself.”
Carter’s eyes widened in shock. “What kind of plans?”
Will turned to him, his expression resolute. “I’ve decided to go to university, study law. I want to make sure that what happened to Mom and the town doesn’t happen again. We need justice in the west, not just gold and guns.”
Carter stared at him, speechless. The idea of Will leaving the ranch, the one thing they had been fighting for, was a blow he hadn’t expected. But as the shock wore off, he saw the determination in Will’s eyes and knew his buddy had made up his mind. “Two years,” Will continued. “I’ll run the ranch together with my mom, get it on its feet, and then I’ll leave it to you. I’ll come back for you and the family, I promise.”
Carter nodded, his throat tight with a mix of pride and sadness. “You’re gonna make a fine lawyer, Will,” he managed to say. “But two years is a long time.”
Will grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I know it is, but it’ll be worth it. Besides, you’re the one with the knack for wrangling cattle, not me. I’d just end up getting myself trampled.”
Carter chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet dawn. “Fair enough,” he conceded. “But what about your mom?”
Will’s smile grew wistful. “Ma’s always been about education. She’s the one who taught me to read and write, even when Pa said it was a waste of time for a ranch hand. She’ll support me, I know she will.” He paused, his gaze drifting to the distant horizon. “But it won’t be easy, leaving her behind.”
They reached Mukiki’s camp as the sun was peeking over the tops of the mountains, casting a golden glow over the teepees. The camp was already bustling with activity, children playing and the smell of breakfast cooking on open fires. As they approached, Mukiki emerged from his teepee, his face breaking into a wide smile when he saw them.
“Will! Carter!” he called out, striding over. “What brings you two to our humble camp?”
Will slid off his horse and handed Mukiki the sack of gifts. “We need your help, my friend,” he said, his voice earnest. “We’re looking to buy some cattle from Money Lewis over in Plain Peaks.”
Mukiki’s eyes lit up at the mention of the name. “Ah, the great cattle king,” he said, nodding. “I know the way. But why do you come to me?”
Will looked at his boots, suddenly feeling awkward. “We need a guard and guide we can trust,” he said, looking back up at Mukiki. “And we want to offer gifts to your people for your help.”
Mukiki’s smile grew, his white teeth flashing in the early morning light. “You honor us,” he said, taking the sack from Will’s hand. “But you must speak with Hesutu, our chief. He will decide if we can help you.”
The brothers exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across their faces. They had never met the legendary Hesutu, but they had heard the whispers of his wisdom and power. They followed Mukiki through the camp, the women and children eyeing them curiously as they passed.
When they reached the largest teepee, Mukiki called out a greeting in his native tongue, and a deep, gravelly voice responded from within. He ducked inside, and after a brief conversation, emerged with a nod. “Follow me,” he instructed, and the brothers did so, their boots sinking into the soft earth as they approached the imposing structure.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of burning sage, and the flickering light from a central fire cast dramatic shadows on the walls. The room was sparsely furnished, with a few fur-covered benches and a large table adorned with intricate carvings. At the far end of the space sat Chief Hesutu, an older man with a stern, weathered face and piercing eyes that seemed to look straight into their souls. He was dressed in traditional garb, his long gray hair tied back in a braid that fell down his back, and he wore a necklace of bone and feathers that spoke of his status and wisdom.
Mukiki spoke to the Chief in their language, his tone respectful and formal. The Chief listened intently, his eyes never leaving the two white men who had entered his domain. Will and Carter felt the weight of his gaze, and for a moment, they were transported back to the tense days of their youth, when every encounter could mean life or death.
“Chief Hesutu,” Mukiki said, turning to them. “These are the gifts you have brought for our people.” He held out the sack of tobacco and fabric, his hand steady despite the gravity of the moment. “They are yours to accept or refuse.”
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