Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 11
Western Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Logan O'Dell was cut loose at a young age in the late 1880's. This is a portion of his story
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Western Cream Pie First Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
Just after the sun disappeared, the stars disappeared as well, due to some clouds rolling in. It didn’t smell like rain and there was no sign of a storm anywhere around the horizon. The pinto had my complete trust in being able to get us back to the ranch with minimal problems. There were no rivers or canyons between us and the ranch so it should have been an easy ride, but because of the speed we made getting to the ridge line this slow walk seemed to be taking forever.
The pinto held a comfortable walking gait as it became darker and more difficult for me to see. Melinda and her gelding were beside me most of the time. We didn’t talk. I wouldn’t have known what to say that wouldn’t upset her, and I didn’t want to do that. Normally if I was riding alone I’d be singing a song of some sort or just carrying some unknown melody. But not tonight.
Then I noticed something that I shouldn’t have noticed. There was light shining above the horizon ahead of us. The ranch wasn’t that bright at night. The lanterns in the house, bunkhouse and other buildings were never that bright. That was when it hit me. I was looking at the lights from town. I leaned over and quietly said to the pinto, “I said take us home, ya traitor.”
“What did you say, Logan?” Melinda asked.
“I said, my trusty horse is a traitor.”
In response, Whistle tossed his head a few times and made a sound that could have been a laugh in horse language.
“No sugar for you.”
“What?”
“Nothing, Melinda. It would appear that when I told the pinto to take us home, he took us to your home.”
“Really? Smart horse you got there,” she said with a tone of happiness in her voice. “I guess you’ll have to stay with me.”
“I’ll sleep in the livery.”
“Oh, Logan, stop that. You’re acting like I bribed the horse to take us here. You’re the one that said, “Go home”. Maybe the horse knows something that you should.”
I made a grumpy sound that I’d learned from Cookie and Blue as we rode up to the saloon and Melinda’s place. I told her, “Go ahead and get off here. I’ll take the horses to the livery.”
“Then you’ll come back to me?”
I paused to think for a few seconds and then said, “Honestly, I don’t know.”
Melinda dismounted and stood in the street as my traitorous beast walked away towards the livery and the corral there. Before we got to the livery door, one of the boys from the orphanage came running out, eager to help.
“Hi mister! Hey, isn’t that Miss Melinda’s horse?” The boy asked as I dismounted the pinto.
“Yes, we just got back from the Square T. Do whatever you normally do for Miss Melinda’s horse and then take care of the pinto.” I looked Whistle in the eye and said, “No treats for him. He’s been a bad horse.”
The pinto lowered his eyes, and his ear went to a neutral position when I said he was bad.
“I’m gonna find a room at the hotel and I’ll be back early in the morning.”
“Yes sir. No treats for the pinto. Too bad. I like him.”
“Usually, I would agree but tonight he’s been a pain in the ass!”
I turned to leave the livery, and the pinto began to follow me. He blew a little to get my attention and I stopped, turned and looked at him. If you’ve ever seen a dog act sorry when it gets caught doing something wrong, you’ll get an idea of what my stupid horse looked like.
“What?”
Whistle sorta made a grumbling noise and tried to nuzzle to my shoulder. I gently pushed him back and said, “I don’t really feel like doing that. You’ve made my life a little rough just now. You go back in there and I’ll see you in the morning.”
He slowly turned and walked back into the livery. The boy inside was watching the entire interaction and just shook his head as the horse slowly walked past him and straight into an empty stall.
“He understands you.”
“Of course. He’s smart,” I said shooting the stallion a sharp look. “Apparently, too smart.”
I headed for the hotel and saw that Melinda was no longer standing in the street. I walked past her place and the saloon and into the hotel. I rang the bell on the counter and a young man appeared from a room behind the counter. He was young and I wondered if he was one of the orphans.
“Hi, how can I help you.”
“Hello. I need a room for the night, please.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all full. A cattle drive came in today and they took up the last of our rooms.”
“Great.”
“You could try at Melinda’s place.”
“Just what I didn’t want to do. No other options, huh?”
“If the livery has an empty stall, maybe.”
I looked at the kid like I should shoot him. He saw it, said, “I’m Sorry!” and I quickly took off for the saloon. Maybe if I got drunk enough the Sheriff would throw me in jail for the night. I walked up to the bar and ordered a whiskey. I was served and quickly drank it and waved for another. I was thinking of my options and not that I was not a drinker.
As I stood there ... contemplating, I heard a ruckus behind me. I didn’t feel like turning around, so I just looked down into the new glass of whiskey. I was about to take my second sip when a familiar woman’s voice scream, “LOGAN!”
I turned, reached to slip the thong off the hammer of my pistol, and grabbed my drink in one smooth move. Before I even thought about it, I’d thrown the glass at the cowboy’s head, and followed through to draw my pistol. I had it aimed at the head of the cowboy holding onto Darlene. The cowboy slowly lowered his pistol and put it in its holster.
“Let the bitch go!”
“Well, that doesn’t sound too friendly for her or me for that matter.”
“The difference is that I should shoot her, but I will shoot you.”
He looked at me and suddenly something came to his mind.
“Well, if it isn’t the famous Bolt killer.”
“That’s not my name and it’s not a title I’m proud of.”
“You’re not proud of killing my brothers?”
Oh shit. Another one.
“You are a Bolt? Listen, each one of them came at me, I did not seek them out. I want to be left alone and in return, I leave others alone.”
“What the hell is going on here?” A gruff old voice said loudly.
Bolt looked around to see the sheriff behind him. He pushed Darlene off to the side and in one smooth move drew his pistol, pulled the trigger, and put a bullet in the center of the sheriff’s chest.
“BOLT!”
He turned as I lifted my pistol and put two bullets into him. One went into his stomach, doubling him over, and the other into the top of his head as he bent over from the gut shot. Bolt hit the floor and I immediately looked around to see if he had any friends. Seeing none, I yelled, “Get the Doc!”
I went to the sheriff and looked at the wound to see if I could help. He was dead. The bullet had been right to his heart. I looked around again and seeing no one looking to be aggressive, I returned my pistol to its’ holster.
“Logan!” Darlene said as she tried to embrace me.
“Get off!” I said as I pushed her off. “If I wasn’t good enough for you before, I’m not good enough for you now. Why don’t you take a few of these men back upstairs. They can take care of you.”
She looked at me and saw that the hate in my expression matched the hate in my voice. She took a few steps back before turning and running out the back door of the saloon. I kept scanning the room to see if anyone felt the need to avenge a Bolt. Seeing none I looked at the bartender.
“The sheriff is dead. Who is his deputy?”
“No one. Everyone that used to get hired was run off by the Bolts or their friends, of shot. I guess the next most important men in town would be the mayor or the bank president.”
“Well, you better send someone over to get one or the other to let them know what’s happened. I’m going to the hotel to get a room.”
“The hotel is full, sir.”
“I’ll take his room,” I said pointing at Bolts dead body.
“He usually stays here at Melinda’s place.”
“Of course he does,” I said under my breath. “Maybe I’ll be at the livery.”
I walked to the front doors and swung them both open almost hitting a quickly entering Melinda in her teats. I looked at her, feeling trapped or set up or something nefarious. I paused and looked at her.
“Logan, what happened?”
“A Bolt grabbed Darlene. She screamed. I stepped in. The sheriff stepped in and this Bolt shot him through the heart. I shot the Bolt. Now I’m going to the livery to get some sleep.”
“Bullshit, Logan! You’re staying with me and there’s no arguing about it. Come on.”
She turned and walked towards her place. I turned the other way towards the livery. I got three steps in when I just stopped and turned. I’d turned just before Melinda called me to follow her. She raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. I reset my hat on my head and hooked my thumbs in my gun belt. I nodded an affirmation and took a step towards her.
She didn’t wait for me, just turned and began walking towards her front door. I followed close enough to catch the door before it closed. Inside I looked around. There was a man I recognized from the saloon. He’d apparently come over and spread the word about the shooting. The men in the room looked at me with caution. The women had something else in their looks.
“Logan,” Melinda said quietly. “Unless you’re hungry or need a drink, you know where my room is. I have some business to do down here. I’ll be up in an hour or so. Go ahead and go to sleep. I’ll leave you alone.”
The look on her face was serious so I turned towards the stairs. I passed through the dining room, the smell of food did appeal to me but I just kept going. At the top of the stairs I went to the room I thought was Melinda’s and opened the door.
A man was humping a woman from behind and he let out a yelp. I closed the door and went down the hallway one more room. I slowly opened the door and looked in. This was unmistakably Melinda’s room. I sat in the chair and pulled off my boots and stopped to think what I was doing. I was pretty sure that if I stayed here tonight that I’d officially have a girlfriend, whether Melinda and I had sex or not.
I shrugged and took off my gun belt and hung it on a hook next to the bed. Before anything else, I pulled out the pistol and reloaded it. After putting it back in the holster, I pulled off my shirt and pants and then peeled back the covers on the side of the bed furthest from the door. When Melinda came in, I didn’t want her climbing over me to get in. As soon as my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed, I was asleep.
I looked out over the rolling hills and saw that I was in a world surrounded by Bolts. The men, the women, the horses all had faces like the Bolt riding them and they all had Kiowa lances. I was running slowly as they got closer and closer. Each one would lunge with their lance and I would jump. Suddenly, I was surrounded by all of them and they jumped at me with their lances and I shot straight up in bed.
“Logan? It’s alright. You were having a bad dream.”
“The Bolts. Everywhere. All after me.”
Melinda wrapped me in her arms and held on tight. She kissed my cheek and lay her head on my shoulder. I slowly let the stiffness and tension out of my body. She put a little pressure on my shoulders and I lay back in the bed. Melinda kept an arm over my chest and moved her whole body to lay against me. I found myself breathing at the same time as Melinda and soon it was daylight.
I woke quickly and calmly. As soon as my eyes opened I was wide awake. The arm across my chest last night was still there. And now there was a leg over my legs and my cock was hard as could be. Taking in the memories of the previous night made me wonder if I should just leave the country and maybe go up North to the mountains or down South into Mexico.
I sighed quietly and Melinda said, “You OK, Logan?”
“No, Melinda. I killed another man last night. I’m going to get the reputation of a gunslinger. I’m gonna have hot shot kids coming after me. I don’t need that shit. I should just change my name and move on.”
She squeezed me a little tighter and said, “I’d rather you stay here with me.”
“I know.”
She looked under the covers and smiled.
“Why don’t you get up and piss before I think that stiff cock is for me.”
She unwrapped me from her arm and leg and pulled the covers back. I stood up and went to the little cabinet with the chamber pot. I placed it under the chair and moved the seat before taking my placed over the hole. I loosed a strong stream of piss and let out a soft moan of comfort as the pressure reduced. When I was done I gave my cock a little squeeze like I was milking a cow to release the last drops.
Tucking myself back in my long johns, I turned to find Melinda waiting right behind me. She put a hand on my shoulder and steered me to the side. Taking a seat on the chair, she took her time to do her business. When she was done she stood and picked up a small towel from the side of the seat and wiped the glistening wetness off of her pitch black, curly mass of hair.
When she was satisfied that she was done, she reassembled the seat and put the towel over the pot and set it by the door. While she did that I went back and got in the bed and waited for her to return.
“Logan, why are you in bed?”
“I figured that you’d want to come back to bed.”
“Why? Do you want to talk or fuck?”
I was a little surprised by the harsh tone of her voice.
“I don’t know. I guess whatever you wanted me to do.”