Bull Clayton: Blood and Dust
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Prologue
Western Sex Story: Prologue - Some men run from violence. Others wear it like a second skin. Clayton “Bull” Best never went looking for blood. But it always seemed to find him—splattered across dusty barroom floors, burning in gunpowder air, or smeared on the knuckles of desperate men.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Crime Western Cat-Fighting AI Generated
Some men run from violence.
Others wear it like a second skin.
Clayton “Bull” Best never went looking for blood. But it always seemed to find him—splattered across dusty barroom floors, burning in gunpowder air, or smeared on the knuckles of desperate men.
He had no family. No land. Just a name, a revolver, and a past written in broken bones and lost friends. Folks who knew him either tipped their hats or turned their backs. He didn’t mind either way.
When he rode into Ell Paso, the town barely blinked. Another drifter. Another ghost.
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