Ben Owen
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 26
Western Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Ben Owen, a quiet drifter with a haunted past, finds himself entangled in a frontier town divided by greed, vengeance, and lawlessness. When a ruthless land baron threatens everything he values, Ben must choose between walking away or taking a stand. In a world where justice is scarce and loyalty comes at a price, his fight for redemption may cost him everything.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Western Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Anal Sex Violence AI Generated
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the town began to see a difference. The saloons and brothels no longer had a stranglehold on the local economy, and the streets were no longer stained with the blood of innocents. The people saw a future where their children could play without fear of being snatched away by slavers, where their hard-earned gold didn’t line the pockets of crooked officials.
In the night at the Golden Ranch, Ben and Goldie sat in the backyard, their eyes on the new stable barn that stood tall and proud against the starlit sky. The smell of fresh-cut wood mingled is a testament to the hard work they had put into building a better life for themselves and their town. The barn was more than just a shelter for their upcoming horses; it was a symbol of their commitment to growth and stability.
“So, Goldie,” Ben began, his voice a gentle drawl in the quiet night, “what do you think of the barn?”
Goldie looked over at him, her eyes reflecting the warm glow of the fire from the pit. “It’s more than just a barn, Ben,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “It’s a symbol of hope, of what we can achieve together.”
Ben nodded, his gaze following hers to the stable. “It’s a fresh start,” he murmured, his voice low. “A place where we can build something that’ll last.”
Goldie took a deep breath, her heart racing with excitement. “Speaking of building,” she began, her voice taking on a teasing lilt, “I’ve got an idea that I think you’ll like.”
Sly raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that, darling?”
Goldie took a deep breath, her eyes shining with excitement. “Remember when Sly talked about the Wematin tribe and their fine horses?” she asked, her voice filled with a newfound determination. “What if you went to Tangakwunu, their chief, and bought some of those horses for breeding?”
Ben nodded thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving hers. “It’s a risk,” he said, his voice measured, “but it’s one worth taking.” He knew that the Wematin horses were renowned for their speed and endurance, and if they could breed them with the town’s stock, it would be a boon to their new venture.
“You’ll go with Beulah and Lois,” Goldie said, her voice firm. “They’ve been through enough, and they deserve a chance at a better life.”
Ben nodded, his eyes reflecting the firelight. “They’re strong women,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “They’ll make it work.”
The next morning, the air was crisp and cool as Ben and Goldie sat on the porch of the ranch house, sipping coffee and watching the sun rise over the distant mountains. “We’re going to need more hands around here,” Ben murmured, his eyes on the bustling activity in the yard.
Goldie nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “I’ve been thinking about that,” she said, her voice soft. “We’ve got Beulah and Lois. They’ve earned their keep, and more. They should have a stake in this place, don’t you think?”
Ben’s expression grew serious as he took in her words. “You’re right,” he said, his eyes on the two women working alongside the others. “They’ve been through hell and back, and they’ve proven their worth a hundred times over.”
Goldie nodded, her eyes gleaming with purpose. “They’re not just employees,” she said, her voice firm. “They’re part of our family now, and they deserve a piece of the pie.”
Ben set his coffee mug down, his expression resolute. “Alright,” he said, pushing himself to his feet. “I’ll ride out to my sherrief office today, ask Sly for directions to the Wematin. You get Beulah and Lois ready to come here, to the Golden Ranch. We’ll make sure they’re settled in and give ‘em a proper home.”
Goldie nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’ll start looking into the legalities of giving them ownership,” she said, her eyes on the horizon. “We’ll make it official, so no one can ever take it away from them.”
Ben leaned over, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair. He leaned in, his eyes searching hers, and then he kissed her. It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a kiss that said more than any words could. A kiss that said ‘we’re in this together, through thick and thin’.
When they pulled apart, Goldie’s eyes were shining with excitement. “Go on, then,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Make it happen.”
Ben nodded, a determined look on his face. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey to rebuild Lawless Ridge into a town they could all be proud of. He climbed onto his horse and rode into town, the sun casting long shadows behind him.
Once at the sheriff’s office, he found Sly going through some papers, his expression thoughtful. “What can I do for you, Ben?” Sly asked, looking up from his work.
“Goldie had an idea,” Ben began, his voice filled with excitement. “We want to buy some of the Wematin horses for breeding at the Golden Ranch.”
Sly’s eyes lit up, the cogs in his mind already turning. “The Wematin horses are indeed something special,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But it’s not going to be an easy deal. Tangakwunu is a shrewd man, and he doesn’t part with his horses easily.”
Ben nodded, understanding the gravity of the task ahead. “But we’ve got to start somewhere,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “What do you suggest?”
Sly leaned forward, his eyes intense. “I’ll write you a letter,” he said, his voice low. “One that’ll get you an audience with Tangakwunu. I’ll tell him you’re family, that you’re here on my behalf.”
Ben felt a knot form in his stomach. “Your brother?” he asked, his voice incredulous.
Sly nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Tangakwunu is the one who taught me everything I know about horses,” he said, his eyes distant with the memories. “He took me in when I had nothing, taught me their ways. He’s the reason I survived out there.”
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