Snowbound Hearts
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Chapter 5: Gunmetal
Western Sex Story: Chapter 5: Gunmetal - Trapped together in a remote mountain cabin as a brutal winter storm rages outside, a gruff gold miner and a determined stranger must rely on each other to survive. What begins as an uneasy alliance soon sparks into something neither expected — a fierce, undeniable connection that burns hotter than the fire keeping them alive.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Horror Humor Western BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Torture Doctor/Nurse Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
The morning light filtered weakly through the small cabin window, dusted with frost. The storm had passed, leaving the world outside quiet and white. Inside, the fire smoldered low, casting warmth over the small room.
Tessa lay on the cot, leg elevated on a folded blanket. The fever had broken. She was pale and tired, yet her sharp eyes followed every movement of Jed as he went about cleaning and tidying, a quiet tension lingering in the cabin.
“You’re up early,” she said, voice still hoarse from fever and lack of sleep.
“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you,” Jed muttered, gruff but not unkind. “Leg’s still messed up. You move wrong, it’ll set back the healing.”
She rolled her eyes slightly, forcing herself to sit up with effort, careful not to jar the splinted leg. “I’m fine. I can stay put, elevate it. Don’t worry.”
Jed grunted, muttering something about stubborn women, and returned to tending the small fire. The cabin was quiet, almost peaceful, and for the first time since the storm, a fragile sense of normalcy settled over the two of them.
Then, without warning, the door slammed open. A man — rough-looking, coated in snow and grime, eyes wild — stormed inside, brandishing a pistol.
“Jed Calhoun!” the man barked. “Hand over your gold, old man, or you’re dead!”
Jed’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped protectively in front of the cot. “Back off!” he growled. “You don’t want this.”
The thug advanced, careless, fury in his stride. But before he could fire, a sharp click echoed through the cabin. The woman — confined to bed, leg elevated — had pulled a small pistol from under the blanket.
“Stop!” she shouted, voice strong, commanding. The fever and pain faded into determination, eyes blazing. “Or I’ll shoot!”
The intruder froze, then laughed derisively. “Little lady with a toy? Step aside, or—”
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