Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 8
Western Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 woke with a huge urge to piss and as I rolled out of my bunk, I thought of Melinda again. I walked out to the privy and wondered about why I was thinking about Melinda. As I stood there taking a piss, my cock seemed to continue thinking of her and got a little thicker until I finished. I tucked my cock back into my pants and headed back to the bunkhouse
I turned my thoughts towards the ranch and what my job was going to be. We had some orphans to be stable boys so I wouldn’t have to muck out the horses’ stalls or anything. I wouldn’t have to feed or water them, either. As far as the cows went all I had to do there would be to keep them moving to fresh grazing if they didn’t do it by themselves. And of course, shoot the occasional wolf or catamount that might hunt the calves.
Over the next several months I did all of those things as needed and even lent a hand building Clete’s cabin. He was out of bed now and moving well although he did tend to limp a little now and again. The Bolts never did become a problem and mostly slipped out of mind. My pinto stallion had begun to sire horses and most all of the mares in his herd were pregnant. Mister and I’d come to an agreement to split the foals every season. He would get the first choice since I got to keep the pinto, then I would pick the second. We’d alternate like that until that season’s foals were taken.
I was really interested to see what sort of get the pinto would produce with each mare. I had it in mind to buy the mare that seemed to produce the best foal with the pinto and start my own string of quality horses. The pinto seemed to have good taste in mares and often chased away mares that wanted into his herd. He seemed to have a preference for large mares and mares that were not of a single color.
I on the other hand had absolutely no care to have a woman in my life as I’d told Missus when I’d first got here, “I haven’t needed to be with a woman my whole life, and I see no reason for that to change now.” Occasionally some of the hands would head for town to spend their pay. I just socked mine away, saving it for the day I might start my own ranch with my own string of horses.
One day Missus came to me with a couple of the other hands and said, “I need you to go to town with these men. We need to put some money in the bank and I’d feel better if you went along. If some sort of shooting starts and someone tried to take the money, I feel like you’d be the man to stop them.”
“Money? How much are we talking about?”
“It looks like about seven to eight thousand dollars.”
“Wow! Where did you come up with that kind of cash?”
“Well, it’s not exactly cash. A few years ago, we found a deposit of silver at the north end of the property. When we get to a certain weight of ore, we send it to the bank. They deposit it into our account as cash and then sell it to silver dealers. The quality has been pretty good so the bank is happy to deal with it. So far, they’ve been fair in getting us the best rate for the ore. But I get on edge whenever we have to send it to town.”
“Other than the Bolts who else are you worried about?”
“No one, but you never know.”
“You never know” was one of Missus favorite things to say. Ask a question over a concern of hers and she’d say that. It meant that there was no real problem but...
“OK Missus. How soon do we ride out?”
“You don’t ride. You drive the buckboard with the ore in a strong box. You take it to the bank and wait for it to be weighed, then get a receipt for the ore and come home.”
“Sounds easy. Let me get out of these clothes, I had a run in this morning with a large pile of muck. I don’t want to subject these guys to that smell. It’ll only take me a few minutes. Is the strongbox loaded onto the buckboard?”
“Not yet,” one of the men said.
“Why don’t you guys tend to that and I’ll meet you in the barn as soon as I get dressed. It shouldn’t take me more than ten minutes, maybe fifteen.”
“OK.”
“Thank you, Logan,” Missus said with a smile.
“No problem, Missus. No problem.”
I took off for the bunk house and stripped off, throwing my muck covered clothes into the community laundry tub. While I was gone someone would be assigned to do the washing and when I got back, I’d have my clean clothes hanging on a line in back of the bunkhouse. The wash up room was built onto the back of the bunkhouse. I ran in and pumped water into a tub and grabbed up a small towel and a bar of soap.
I soaped up the wet towel and quickly washed all of the usual places a cowboy gets dirty. I rinsed off the soap and dried myself before running back to my bunk area. A couple of hands had just come in and one of them said, “How the hell do you not fall over with that hunk of meat between your legs?”
“Fall over? How the hell does he walk straight. No wonder that pinto of his is such a stud. He’s trying to live up to his owners example. Or maybe he’s afraid Logan will steal his mares!”
“Yeah, yeah. Very funny. I’d love to stay and laugh with you but I gotta get to town for Missus.”
“Have a good time at Melinda’s.”
“Why would I have a good time at Melinda’s? I’m going to the bank and coming back.”
“You mean you aren’t gonna turn that trouser snake loose on one or two of them sportin’ girls?”
“Nope, got no use for women.”
I’d been dressing as I talked and as I pushed my feet into my boots, I looked at the two hands. They looked really surprised at my answer. I grabbed my gun belt and rifle, then my coat, and I was out the door in less than fifteen minutes but more than ten.
I ran to meet the other two hands at the buckboard. They’d already loaded the strongbox in the center of the back and secured it with chains. I looked at the sizes of the two men and turned to run back to the barn. I whistled for the pinto and he came running. I threw on his blanket and saddle, put the hackamore on his head and led him out to the buckboard.
As I tightened the cinch on the saddle, I looked at the two and said, “The three of us were not going to be comfortable sitting on that bench. I’ll ride along. I’m Logan O’Dell.”
“I’m Red,” the one with the red bushy mustache said.
“And I’m Kendrick. Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been riding nights so we keep passing each other.”
“Pleasure to meet you. Are we ready to go?”
“We are,” Red said and pulled the reins on the team. The horses began to pull and as we passed the house, Missus came out.
“Logan, say “Hi” to Melinda for me.”
“Missus, I ain’t planning on going to Melinda’s, but if I see her, I’ll tell her.”
“What do you mean you don’t plan to see her?”
“I mean we’re taking this load to the bank and then coming back.”
“Red and Kendrick are going to argue over that.”
“Well then they can stay and I’ll ride back.”
“At least stop and tell Silvy that Clete is about ready to move into the cabin. She should begin to finish her business and start packing.”
“Missus, I know you want me and Melinda to hit it off but I’m just not interested.”
“Still sore over that thing with your girl back home, huh?”
“Nope. I’m over it but I’m not running towards anymore problems like that.”
“You really think a fine young man like yourself is going to be able to go through life without a woman? I don’t believe it.”
“Well, it don’t matter if you believe it or not. It matters if I believe it. See you tonight.”
Before Missus could argue further, I turned the Pinto and took off after the buckboard which was just passing through the ranch gate. I dismounted and closed the gate behind us and latched it. I jumped on the pinto and gave him his head. We took off like the Kiowa were on us and soon the buckboard was out of sight behind us. I slowed the pinto down to a walk and rubbed his neck in appreciation of his speed.
“Let’s walk back towards the others, boy,” I said conversationally. “You know after all this time I should give you a name. I’ll have to think on that.”
We got back to the buckboard and Kendrick said, “That damn horse can almost fly.”
“I know. I’m sure happy that I got him from that Kiowa. I’ve been thinking that I should come up with a name for him. All I normally do is whistle and he comes a running.”
“Well, you’ll have time to think on it on this trip to town. Maybe one of the women at Melinda’s place can help.”
“I ain’t going to Melinda’s.”
“But we are!” Red spouted with joy. “Didn’t you know that every hand at Square T stops in at Melinda’s whenever we get to town?”
“Nope. I’ll just ride back after we drop off the silver.”
“We may get to take Silvy and her things back to the Square T. Missus said she may be ready to join up with Clete. That should be a great party.”
“Why? You think that Silvy is gonna service everyone on the ranch?”
“No! She’s Clete’s woman. None of us are gonna touch her.”
We rode on talking about the various women at Melinda’s and the physical preferences of each man. Neither of the men mentioned Melinda so I asked, “Don’t you ever take on Melinda?”
“Nooo,” Red drew out his response. “Her pussy is so big I can’t tell if I’m in or not.”
“I’ve heard that,” I said.
“I seem to remember hearing that you had no problem like that. Word is that the pinto jealous of what you got in your trousers.”
“Look, if you guys want to stick around and got to Melinda’s you go ahead. I’ll just head back to the ranch after our bank business is complete.”
“Logan, you can’t go. Missus will get mad at us. She told us to keep you there and get you together with Melinda. She threatened us.”
“With what?”
“Shoveling shit.”
Well, I understood the distaste these cowboys felt for shoveling shit. I figured that it couldn’t hurt to see Silvy and say hello to Melinda.
“Alright. Alright. Pull in your horns. But before we make our social plans let’s head to the bank.”
“Right!” Red smacked the left horse with the buggy whip and he drove us down the road to the bank.
We pulled up in front of the bank and a man in a suit came out and told Red to drive around to the back of the bank. I pulled out my rifle and led the way. I didn’t know what to expect having not made this trip before. We rounded the building and there stood the man in the suit. Red drove to him and brought the buckboard to a stop in front of a very heavy door.
The door opened and a man with a shotgun stood there. He looked us over and waved to someone inside. Another man appeared pushing a large scale in front of him.
“Would you please loose the chains on the strongbox and lift it onto the scale.”
Kendrick got off the seat and stuck a metal bar in the turn buckles. In a few minutes the strongbox was loose and Red and Kendrick lifted it and placed it on the scale. The third man adjusted the weight on the bar, finally taping it lightly to move it into its final place.
“My goodness. It’s been a good month. Almost 175 pounds of ore. Let me calculate the amount at current prices and give you a deposit slip.”
The third man moved inside and the first man pushed the scale and strongbox into the back of the bank with the man with the shotgun scanning the area. I looked at him and asked, “Do you have problems when transferring ore like this?”
“Been known to happen. Mostly with gold. Lately the Bolts have not been very active so it’s been quiet.”
“You can thank Logan there for that. He single-handedly reduced the Bolt count by five.”
“Now Red, that ain’t exactly true. Clete took out one of them, and I just happened to be in the right place for Asher.”
“You are the man that speared Asher Bolt?”
“I am, but only because he was going to try to cut a Square T herd. How long does it take to get that receipt and deposit slip?”
“He’ll be done in a bit. So, where’d you get the lance that you used on Asher?”
“Same place I got this stallion. I took them off the Kiowa I killed after I was their prisoner.”
The man with the shotgun just shook his head and smiled.
“I’m happy that you’re a peaceable man.”
“I do try to be that until it’s time to not be peaceable.”
The third man walked out the door with a couple of papers in his hand.
“Here’s the receipt for the ore and here is the deposit slip for the amount of money that goes into the Square T bank account. Thanks for the business and I hope you have another good month next time.”
Kendrick took the papers and folded them before putting them into his vest pocket. The men from the bank went back inside and I heard a heavy something slide across the inside of the door. I looked at Red and Kendrick and said, “Well I guess that’s it, huh? What now?”
“Now, Logan, we take you to Melinda’s place and get you a drink and talk with Silvy and see if there’s anything interesting going on.”
“I supposed I have to do this.”
“Yup. Missus told me that it’s for your own good. Let’s go.”
Red took up the reins and turned the buckboard around driving it to the back of the saloon and Melinda’s place. I got off the pinto and tied him up.
“Hey, if we’re going to stay here for a while shouldn’t we take the horses to the livery?”
“Let’s get a drink first, then get the lay of the land, then we can decide if we’re going to stay or go. If we’ll stay, you can take the horse to the livery.”
“Me? Why me?”
“Because me and Kendrick will be busy with a sportin’ girl or six!”
And with that the two men jumped off the buckboard and eagerly headed for the back door of the saloon. I looked at the pinto and rubbed his neck. I loosened the cinch a little and took a sugar cube out of my pocket.
As I fed it to him, I said, “Am I the only one that doesn’t come unglued around women?”
The pinto flipped his head up and down telling me that I might be. I turned away from the horse and walked into the back door of the saloon. Red and Kendrick were at the bar and already surrounded by women. I went to the empty end of the bar and when the bartender saw me he waved and nodded and brought me a shot of bourbon.
“Hi Logan. I’ll let Melinda know you’re here.”
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