Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 30
Western Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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
Hearing the word, “Wife”, Melinda slid her arm around my waist as we looked out over the range. And that’s when I heard the sound of complaining horses from the barn. I looked at Melinda and smiled.
“The children are calling.”
“Yup,” she replied. “I’ll go get them.”
“Whistle is probably wanting to gather the rest of the band. I’m assuming they took off in all directions when the bear showed up.”
Melinda walked to the barn door and went inside. A few minutes later the door from the barn to the corral opened and out pranced Whistle followed by Darling and Melinda. Melinda was prancing and looking at me as she showed off her style. I laughed loudly and that drew the attention of the Kiowa braves. They saw Melinda and the horses prancing and they laughed as well.
It was good to know that Kiowa laughed. That somehow made them less savage and more normal. Melinda pranced over to the outer gate and let Whistle and Darling out. They didn’t hesitate and took off out onto the prairie. We watched as they approached the rise and noticed a sudden change in direction. Then over the rise five ponies carrying Kiowa approached. Four of the ponies carried two riders.
As they got closer, I could see that one of them was White Bird and the second rider of each horse was a woman. The party approached and the three braves that had been standing around the bear waved. Melinda and I walked out to meet the approaching party.
White Bird rode up to us and dismounted. We greeted him and he walked to the corral railing to see the dead horse and look at the carcass of the grizzly. He turned to us and said, “This bear has been hunting our horses and children.”
Melinda let out a gasp at those words.
“Children?”
“Yes. They walk around the outside of the village to see the world. To learn to hunt, to grow and learn. This one has killed three children and two young horses. These hunters have tracked it and followed it here.”
“We were in the house and heard fighting outside. When we got here my stallion and his mare were fighting the bear. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“These men had hit it with arrows and Strong River hit it with his lance, but it broke off the lance.”
“Yes, we saw the lance was still in the bear as well as four or five arrows. My stallion hit the bear, and it moved backwards and fell over the dead pony. Melinda and I shot it many times.”
“The man who came to get the women to clean the bear and collect the meat said that you and your woman were naked again.”
Melinda blushed.
“White Bird, we are husband and wife. We enjoy each other. The noise of the fight was so great that we did not stop to dress. When the bear was dead and your braves came, we did go into the house and dress.”
He looked at us and then at the original three braves, now joined by the fourth.
“Kiowa women are not the same as Gaugya’ da’u. The men do not have women so big as her. Some of the young men have thought to come and take her from you. The council and I have told them of your greatness as a warrior. One or two may come to test themselves against you.”
“White Bird, I do not want to fight the Kiowa. And if the Kiowa declare war on me, where do I stop the killing.”
“No, Ta’uta’u. This would not be a war by the Kiowa.”
“How do I know this? And if one comes and I have to kill him, will his brothers or friends come to avenge him? Where will it stop?”
He thought for a bit and said, “We must not allow this, Logan. We like being here. Our people are growing and new children are coming. We have started crops.”
“Then please talk to these young men and tell them of the danger.”
White Bird looked at me like he had a brilliant idea.
“I will.”
“White Bird, I need to ask this and I mean no insult. Your men and women are taking the bear skin and the meat but not the horse.”
“We do not eat horse meat. I know others do but we do not. We will eat bear meat but never horse.”
“Melinda, what should we do with that carcass? I don’t think we can bury it I don’t want to leave it out for scavengers. Scavengers can go after the living horses too. I don’t want us to be the home of a mess of animals trying to kill out goats or horses or whatever else we have.”
“Ta’uta’u, we will take the horse away from here so the animals that will eat it will not bother you.”
“White Bird, can your braves skin it and save the hide? I can do it, but I do not have the tools anymore. I would use the hide to make blankets for our house.”
“Yes. We will skin it and bring the hide for you after it is prepared in three days.”
“White Bird,” Melinda joined the conversation. “Thank you for that. I would also like to know what sort of food your people grow. I want to grow food for us here, but I don’t know which ones grow best.”
“We grow what you call corn, wheat, potatoes, and beans.”
“I can grow squash, peas, and melons.”
“What are melons?” White Bird asked.
“Oh, White Bird,” Melinda said almost aghast. “They are sweet and juicy and so good. You will love them. I’ll make sure to get you some extra big ones. I never asked, do you have a woman or children?”
“Yes. My woman is Sarah Softfeather. We have no children.”
“A Kiowa named Sarah?” Melinda asked.
“Yes. She was daughter of white Apache captive. I traded two horses for her. She is a great woman.”
I just had to do it.
“White Bird, is she a powerful woman?” I asked as I held my hands out in front of me.
“Logan!” Melinda exclaimed as she blushed and punched me in the arm.
White Bird laughed and said, “She is not so powerful as your woman, but she is powerful for me.”
We laughed and it seemed that a closer bond was forming between we men. Melinda would have to meet Sarah Softfeather the next time we went to the village. One of the braves called out to White Bird and spoke to him at length. When he was done speaking White Bird looked at me and said that the men did not feel right taking the horse hide. It seemed that the mare had a foal inside and the men saw the act as bad medicine.
“The men will take the horse away and burn it. I am sorry about the hide.”
“Not a problem, my friend. Thank you and thank your people for their help.”
One of the women came up to us and handed a large piece of bear meet, wrapped in a cloth. She presented it to Melinda.
“Thank you but we have plenty of food. Do any of your people need this more?”
“No, this was a big bear and there is a lot of meat, but you killed it and the meat is your right.”
“OK, I don’t want your people to go without as long as we are friends and they live here in this place.”
White Bird nodded and left to join the others. The women all had sacks of bear meat on their backs, and the remainder of the bear’s carcass was being pulled behind a horse. The entire bear would be used in the village.
We went into the barn to check on Whistle and Darling. They were standing next to each other, head to rump, as horses will do when looking out for trouble. I checked for cuts from the bears claws and found none. I was amazed. Melinda checked Darling and found a few scratches on her right foreleg. She filled a bucket with water and got a bar of soap from the house.
Bears claws are extremely dirty. The remains of the dead horse would be on them as well as rotten meat from earlier kills. She bathed the wounds with the soap and water causing the mare to flinch and groan a bit. Whistle nuzzled her head and seemed to comfort the alpha mare. I went to the peg next to the barn door and opened the bag with our supply of apples.
Taking out four large quarters I returned to the horses. I gave the first piece to Darling and the second to Whistle. Both accepted the treats and then the next two pieces as well. Melinda was hugging and stroking the mare to let her know that she loved her. I did the same to my stallion. I told him he was brave and he blew and nodded his head in agreement.
After we cared for the horses, I let them out into the corral, and they took off onto the prairie to round up the rest of their band. We watched them run out together as we walked back to the house. Inside we picked up the things we’d left on the floor when we ran outside naked. In our rush to get dressed, we’d left articles of clothing out.
“Should we put our underthings back on?” I asked.
“Logan that means we have to take our overthings off and you know what will happen then,” Melinda said with a sly smile.
“Yeah, a mess of Kiowa will come to the house.”
We both laughed at that and decided that we could get fully dressed and not pause for any loving. We needed to get back to town before the night life began to kick in. As we undressed and redressed, we talked about things.
“I’m sure that Mr. Sweet will want to thank us for his lunch.”
“Oh, Logan. Do you think he came back?”
“Free food and pretty girls would seem to be considerable bait for the big guy. I hope he did come back. I like the man.”
“You two beat the crap out of each other and you like the man.”
“We fought. It was a clean fight. One of us won and the other lost honorably.”
“If it had been two women, they would have made up and then a few weeks or months later one of them would have shot the other or stolen her man.”
“Hey come here a second,” I said as I finished getting all my clothes on.
Melinda walked to me and stopped in front of me. She took my head in both hands and shook her head.
“Logan, if you didn’t know, men and women are different. Always have been, always will be. Personally, I think you like the difference.”
“Oh, I do. Now shall we get the horses back and get back to town.”
“Loagan,” Melinda exclaimed with a huge smile. “When you just said that I thought you were going to say home, but you said town. Does that mean you are thinking of here as home?”
“I don’t know. But now that I think of it, this is our home. Town and the Club are the places we work.”
She hugged me tightly before we headed out the door. I let out the loud whistle that would call my stallion to me. We walked to the barn and waited a few minutes until Whistle and Darling came running over the rise, followed by the band of pinto mares following.
I walked out of the barn, into the corral, and when the last mare was inside, I closed the outer corral gate and secured it. I returned to the barn and gave Whistle a hug and some sugar before placing his blanket on him. I put the saddle on and tightened the cinch. Melinda was already done and was riding out to the front of the house.
She dismounted and ran inside. A few minutes later she came out the clothes we would need on the ride back. She mounted her mare and I met her as I rode out of the barn.
“What do you have there?”
“The list I made of things we need to get for the house. I’ll need to arrange for a wagon to bring the new mattresses out as well as more cleaning supplies. Are you ready to head back?”
“Yes, my love.”
We turned to the front gate and left for town. The gate was still hard to open and close and I looked at Melinda and said, “Make sure you add goats to the list. How many goats do you think we’ll need to clear the tall grass?”
“I think only six to eight should work. They eat everything that even looks green. We’ll need to build a sturdy fence around the garden though.”
“What’s the word on cattle drives coming to town?”
“It looks like the buyers have changed the schedule so the herds will be driven in more often they’ll be spread out over the week instead of mostly on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.”
“That’s good,” I said. “That means a smaller number of cowboys for the businesses but groups of them more often.”
“Right. It means that your jail will only have to hold a few bad guys per day.”
We rode back talking about the house and our living conditions when we stayed in town. We decided that my staying with her in the Club was the best choice and not just because it kept my cock close to her. Every so often the horses felt like taking a run and we gave them their heads.
At one point, we slowed the horses to rest them for a bit and I had to ask her, “Hey, does all that bouncing around hurt the babies?”
“I don’t know. I’ve seen some women ride and I’ll ask some of the girls.”
“Or Doc.”
“Or Doc. Although he’s going to look at me funny when I tell him that a medicine woman told me I’m having twins.”
“I still can’t believe this. So much has changed in such a short time.”
She chuckled and said, “Did you know that day when Clete brought you into the Club was the last time I wore the make up I had on. After the first time with you I just knew that I was done having sex with anyone other than you.”
“Really? I never even thought of that. I figured you kept doing hat you were doing until sometime later. And don’t ask me when! I didn’t know anything, hell I didn’t suspect anything about women. I was still calling those powerful things teats.”
Melinda burst out laughing and reached out her hand. I took it and that was how we rode into town. We went straight to the livery and took care of the horses. Then we walked hand in hand to the Club. As soon as we got inside, we were rushed by several of the girls.
“He did it!” was all they repeated over and over.
“Calm down. Elsie who did what?”
“Wes. He asked Darlene to marry him.”
“OK. So when is the wedding?”
“She didn’t say yes.”
“What? Why?”
“I know why,” I answered.
Melinda’s face showed great surprise and her eyes opened as much as they could with out her eyeballs falling out.
“No! Seriously?”
“I’d bet the ranch on it. Where is she? And where is he?” I asked Elsie.
“She’s in her room and he took off for the saloon, I think.”
“Lover, I’m going to talk to her.”
“No, Logan. I’ll talk to her, you go talk to Wes. If I know men, he’s over there getting drunk and fixin’ to have a fight.”
“OK.” I agreed and quickly walked for the front door.
I turned towards the saloon just in time to hear shouting and the sound of a mighty ruckus. I ran in the bat-wing doors and saw Wes picking up a man from the floor and knock him down again. I ran up to him and grabbed him from behind, wrapping my arms around his body and trapping his arms under my own.
“Wes! Calm down!” I said loudly into his ear.
He turned his head and went loco.
“You! You son of a bitch! I’m gonna beat you to death!”
I held on tight as he twisted and turned. I moved my head because he was trying to butt me in the face with the back of his head. I needed space, so I picked him up and while he was kicking and twisting around, I carried him out the front door and dropped him off the boardwalk and onto the street.
“Wes! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You. What you did to Darlene!”
He began to drop his hand to his pistol but I was ready and had my Colt out and aimed at him before he could clear leather. He froze.
“Wes, I got no idea what you’re talking about. I knew Darlene before, but we never did anything together.”
“That’s a lie! You’re a liar! She had your baby and it got killed because of you!”
“WHAT!?”
“You heard me.”
“I did but that is so wrong!” I said as I waved my pistol in the direction of the Club. “Get moving to the Club. NOW!”
He turned and walked towards the Club. When he got to the boardwalk he slowed and I warned him, “Step up slowly, Wes. You’re all fired up over a wrong assumption.”
He slowly put a boot on the raised wood and stepped up, He turned to look at me and even though I was several inches taller than him, I could see that he was ready to attack at the first opening. I waved my gun towards the tall bat-wings and he walked in. I moved to one side so the door wouldn’t swing in my way.
“Turn right. Head into the dining room and take the stairs up to Darlene’s room.”
He turned back to look at me like I was the devil himself.