Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 29
Western Sex Story: Chapter 29 - 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
I felt like a new man as I walked out of Melinda’s room until I got to the stairs going down to the dining room. Then I felt like a new man with a broken rib. I hit the first step like I was a whole man. I hit the second step like a hundred year old man. This was not going to be an easy trip. I was thinking that I should have asked Doc for something for the pain.
Once I got to the ground floor, walking was easier. I headed for my usual table and took the chair with my back to the door. Sitting down was not too painful. Once I was down, the pain almost disappeared. I took a deep breath.
“Logan, are you OK?”
“Yeah, Melinda. I’m just going to have to get used to the discomfort of moving. I hope Riley has a nice easy riding horse for me.”
“Who’s Riley?”
“He’s the hosteler at the livery. He’s gonna have the dun ready for you and another horse ready for me.”
The dining room door opened and Rosie came in with a tray. She set it down on the table next to us and took the dishes off it and set them in front of Melinda and then me.
“Thank you Rosie.”
“You’re welcome, Sheriff. I’ll be right back with the coffee.”
I looked down at the dish of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash. There were some sort of potatoes on a side dish. They looked shredded and grilled. Melinda took a bottle of red sauce and shook it over her potatoes. I figured to do the same thing but Melinda stopped me.
“Logan, that sauce is kinda hot and Doc said you shouldn’t do anything that might make you cough.”
“Is it really hot? I’m used to spicy food.”
“Try just a little. You can always add more.”
So I put a little dash on the dish and took a taste. They were definitely potatoes. And they were good. The sauce wasn’t as hot as some I’d had but it did have a good attitude. I shook a little more all over the potatoes and set into eating all the food. A few minutes later, Rosie came back with a pot of coffee and a couple of cups. She also had a plate with a big slab of meat on it.
“What have we here?”
“Melinda said that you’d be gone a long time today so we cooked up a chunk of beef. Eat what you want and we’ll slice up the rest and wrap it up for the trip.”
“Good thinking, Melinda.”
“Thank you, lover. I’ve got them preparing a couple of trail canteens for us as well. We should be good if we have to spend the day in the saddle chasing those animals around the country.”
“I really think Whistle took them all to the ranch. It should make things easy.”
“I was thinking,” she said. “If we’re going to have a whole string of ponies we’re gonna need to brand them. We’re gonna need a brand and get it registered.”
“This is gonna sound strange but I don’t think I can set a red hot iron to Whistle’s rump. It almost feels like I’d be branding a person.”
We ate and chatted further.
“You know what? I’ve been feeling a little sick in the mornings when I wake up lately.” She had a funny look on her face when she said it.
We finished our breakfast and Melinda said, “I gotta pee. I’ll go out back and be right back.”
She ran out of the dining room and turned for the back of the Club. Rosie came in to clear the dishes and looked at the remains of the beef.
“I’ll get this sliced up real fast and wrapped before Melinda gets back. She’s been going out back a lot lately.”
Rosie had a smile on her face much like Melinda had earlier. She grabbed the plates and set them on her big serving tray and left the dining room. I sat there on my own. I was thinking that maybe Melinda shouldn’t come with me if she wasn’t feeling well.
A few minutes later Rosie and Melinda came back into the dining room at the same time. Rosie set the package on the table and Melinda picked it up.
“Let’s go, lover.”
“Melinda? You said you haven’t been feeling good in the mornings.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“NO, Logan. I did NOT say that. I said I was feeling a little sick in the mornings when I get up.”
“OK,” I said not understanding the difference. “Regardless, maybe you shouldn’t come with me.”
Melinda looked at me like I had two heads and they were both stuffed up my ass.
“Let’s go!” she demanded.
“OK.”
She headed for the door and I followed.
“Sid, we’re going to the ranch to see if we can find Logan’s horse.”
“Shoulda left a note!” he replied.”
“I don’t need to leave a note, I’m telling you.”
“What?” Sid said, then got a silly smile on his face as he looked at me.
We went out the tall bat-wing doors and turned towards the livery stable. Melinda had the package under one arm and was holding my hand with the other. We walked to the end of the boardwalk and stepped down to the street slowly. I held her arm and the rib didn’t hurt too much.
We walked into the livery to find the dun and another horse saddled and ready to go. I looked around for Riley but didn’t see him. I checked the horse that I assumed was for me. The big canteen was full and the saddle bags were the large sized ones. Melinda stuffed the wrapped beef and grub in her big saddle bags and mounted the dun.
“You gonna ride or walk?” she asked.
“I’m gonna try to ride,” I answered as I slowly lifted my left foot, sliding the boot into the stirrup. I put a death grip on the saddle horn and pulled myself up. When I swung my right leg over the saddle and set myself down, the rib stopped hurting.
“You feel OK?”
“Yup. You still feeling sick?”
“I’m not feeling sick, except when I first wake up.”
“That sounds strange.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Really?’’
“Yes. I’ve talked to several women about it and it seems to be quite normal.”
“Other women have this?”
“It has been known to happen, yes.”
“Wow.”
We rode on in silence for a while longer. I was wondering what illness it could be that I affected other women as well. What illness would affect women that wouldn’t affect men.
“Logan, if the horses are all at the ranch and safe, can we ride to the Kiowa village. I want to see Bright Sunset and ask her some questions.”
“About being sick in the mornings?”
“Yes.”
“Why not ask Doc?”
“I could, but I’ll feel better asking Bright Sunset.”
“OK.”
We rode on. I tried to keep myself sitting up straight in the saddle since that cause less discomfort in my rib. It occurred to me that I hoped that I wouldn’t have to fight anyone in the Kiowa village. I would be at a severe disadvantage with my rib broken. But I said we’d go and I won’t take back things I tell Melinda.
The sun was just starting to get hot when we rode over the rise that overlooks the ranch. And guess who was standing in the corral with six pinto ponies and with six more outside the corral in the range?
Whistle was standing there just like a statue. I hoped he was pleased with that size of a band because I didn’t want to have him stealing any more horses. I still had a few mares at the Square T and at least one of them was carrying a foal.
A giant rock or boulder or something like that suddenly landed right square on my head! The mares having foals. Bright Sunset and her revelation. Melinda was having a baby! I forgot!
“Melinda! You’re having a baby!”
She looked at me and shook her head.
“You picked up on that did you?”
“Is that why you’ve been sick?”
“The women I’ve talked to said that it’s called morning sickness and it will go away as my body gets used to having a baby growing inside.”
“What do you need to see Bright Sunset about?”
“Well she knew first that I was with child maybe she’ll know of something to do away with the morning sickness and maybe she can give some more advice. Maybe tell me if it’s a boy or a girl.”
“How many of the girls at the Club have had babies? I know Darlene.”
“I think three others have had babies.”
“Where are their babies?”
“All of them died from influenza except for Darlene’s.”
That made me ride quietly down the rise and to the front gate of the ranch. The gate opened smoothly thanks to the scythe work I’d done to cut down the long grass. We rode in and went right to the barn. Whistle followed us in and as soon as we dismounted he nuzzled me and then Melinda.
“I’m mad at you!” I told him.
He actually dropped his head low and softly nickered. I opened the barn door that led to the corral and out in the corral I opened the gate that led to the prairie and at Whistle’s call the other ponies came into the corral. I left the gate open. I went to the water trough and primed it with water from the bottom of the trough before I pumped like mad for a long time. I filled the trough to overflowing and decided to leave the gate open.
The band could then get to water or go out to graze since I had no hay, grass, or feed for the band. It also left an escape route should a catamount or a bear come hunting. Although I doubted anything would come hunting the band. A band of horses in a confined area would be a death trap to any hunter.
“Logan, I’m going to the house.”
“I’ll join you in a bit.”
Melinda left the barn with both saddle bags over her shoulders. I watched her walk away to see if I saw anything different in her stride or her gate. A baby. How the hell could I have forgotten that? Was she mad at me for not knowing?
I went to Whistle and stroked his neck for a bit to let him know that I wasn’t mad at him. I went to the small bag resting on a railing and fished out a couple of sugar cubes. I fed him one and then the other. As I did that the mare that I assumed was the alpha came into the barn and walked right next to the stallion. She paused a bit and then came to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I retrieved another sugar cube and offered it to her. She took it and just like that I had a new friend. I stoked her neck and scratched her head before leaving and closing the front door to the barn.
I walked to the house thinking maybe I should bring a sugar cube for Melinda. The grass I’d cut around the steps up to the porch was growing back and that reminded me that I’d need to get some goats to deal with the grass in the front and back yards. I stepped up on the porch and opened the front door.
Melinda was in the kitchen. I walked up behind her and took her in my arms from behind and pulled her tight to me. I spoke softly in her ear.
“Melinda, I’m sorry that I forgot that you are having our baby. My only excuse it that I’ve never had a woman, let alone one having my baby, and it just left my mind. I love you and I’m sorry.”
She turned towards me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Logan, I understand. But from now on, the baby has to be the second most important thing in your life after me. OK?”
“Yes, my love. Do you still want to ride out to see Bright Sunset?”
“Yes. Do you want to eat first or after we get back and before we go back to town?”
“Do we have to go back to town tonight? There’s no other trail herds coming in.”
“I don’t want to anger Mr. Sweet.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about him. By now he knows we missed lunch.”
“He didn’t miss lunch. I had Sid apologize for us and feed him the best lunch we could. I also had Glenda and Elsie see if he needed some special attention. He shouldn’t be too upset with us.”
“It sounds like you’ve got everything taken care of. Do you want to head over to the Kiowa village now?”
“Sure.”
“Now do you want to try to saddle the alpha mare again?”
“Sure. The worst that happens is she bucks off the saddle and I ride the dun.”
“OK, let’s eat.”
Melinda set out plates and I started a fire in the stove. The dry wood started up a fast and hot fire. As soon as it was hot enough, she put the beef in a pan and let it heat up until it sizzled in the cast iron pan. The package we brought with us had the beef, biscuits, and a small bag of butter. We ate a simple meal and then cleaned up.
I put a few more logs in the stove and hoped there would be some heat in the room for when we got home. Then I could take some of the fire and place it in the fireplace in the main room when we got back.
We went to the barn and I whistled for my stallion and he came running, the alpha mare with him. He ran to me and I told him we were going to the Kiowa. He turned sideways so I could put his saddle blanket on him and then his saddle and hackamore. The mare watched and when Melinda approached her with the blanket she didn’t flinch.
Indian ponies usually had a blanket but not a saddle. The mare stood still and Melinda stroked her neck and then gently lifted the saddle and placed it on the mares back. Melinda stood back waiting for the explosion but it never came. She carefully put the cinch in place and tightened it down. The mare stood quietly.
Melinda got a hackamore and offered it to the mare and she placed her head into it. Melinda closed the buckles that held it in place and turned to me.
“Do you want me to ride the mare at first?”
“Maybe. Oh hell, she’s been a good girl. Let me get on her.”
Melinda put her foot in the stirrup and carefully placed her weight on the stirrup until she was standing in it. The mare turned her head and looked at Melinda like “Well are you gonna do it or not?”
Melinda swung her leg over and settled into the saddle. Nothing happened so I mounted Whistle and we rode out into the front yard. Everything was fine so we went through the corral closing the gate behind us and them through the open gate from the corral into the prairie.
The mare gave signs that she wanted to run so Melinda gave the pinto her head and that horse could run! Whistle took off with her and I suddenly remembered my rib. I tried to do all I could to reduce the beating on my rib but I could tell it was taking a beating. Finally, Melinda noticed my pain and lost the look of pure joy on her face and reined in the mare.
“Logan! Are you OK?”
“I guess running all out is not in the plan for my rib. Let’s stop so I can catch my breath.”
“I’m sorry! Darling took off running and it felt wonderful. I’ve never rode a horse this fast. It felt like I was flying.”
“I could tell. Wait ... Darling?”
“It’s her name. I couldn’t think of a name that meant fast speed. She sure can run!”
“I know. Whistle was hard put to stay with you. These two are going to have some amazing foals. Speaking of that, do you think you should be riding like that with a baby?”
“I don’t know. I’ll ask Bright Sunset. Although I’ve not seen Kiowa women riding horses. They either walk or are dragged in a travois. I feel just fine.”
We walked along, sometimes trotting, until we arrived at the Kiowa village. It had grown quite a bit. Where there used to be one large grass teepee now there were three and they were surrounded by many others. We walked down the hill towards the village and stopped at what I thought was the new boundary. We waited until a brave approached and waved us on. We walked towards the teepee that was the first and stopped. I got down carefully. When I was on the ground Melinda dismounted.
Many Kiowa gathered around us, at a safe distance, and there were murmurs and whispers as we walked towards the large teepee. Whistle followed behind me and Darling followed Melinda. As we approached the opening White Bird came out.
“Hello, White Bird.”
“Hello, Ta’uta’u.”
“Hello, White Bird.” Melinda said.
He looked at her for a moment and then said, “Hello, Gaugya’ da’u”.
“White Bird, I would like to speak with Lone Wolf if possible and Melinda would like to meet with Bright Sunset.”
“Yes, Gaugya’ da’u should speak with Gau zengo’ if she is with child.”
“We believe she is.”
White Bird’s face changed expression and he got a big smile on his face.
“Gaugya’ da’u will become more powerful!” He said as he held out his two hands like he was grabbing a woman’s breasts.
I laughed and Melinda blushed and scowled at me. She hit me in my left arm and I flinched.
“Ta’uta’u, you are injured?” White Bird asked with concern.
“I am. I fought a man. A very large and great man. He broke a bone here,” I pointed as I spoke.
“He beat you?” the Kiowa warrior asked.
“No. I beat him. It was a great fight.”
“You are indeed a powerful warrior. And you have a powerful woman. Your children will be powerful as well.”
“I hope so.”
White Bird called out to one of the women standing near and watching. He spoke to her with authority and she ran off.
“That one will find Gau zengo’ and bring her.”
“Oh, White Bird, may I go to her? She is old and I am not. I would like to sit with her.”
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