The Gunslinger
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Chapter 6: Home — Then Gone Again!
Western Sex Story: Chapter 6: Home — Then Gone Again! - Slim Pickett was born in 1849, when he was fourteen years old he saw his father killed by raiders, the remnants of a Confederate gang. He killed his first men that day with a rifle while protecting his mother and two sisters from rape. This is the story of those years before becoming a lawman, the money he made and the beginning of his legend!
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Light Bond Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism Prostitution Violence
Jenny was at the door waiting for us when we rode up to the house, her belly was very pronounced now that she was in her seventh month. She was a site for sore eyes! We introduced her to Audrey and they began talking, girl stuff, they had a lot to tell her. I
left and went to look at the progress on our new house. They had the house what the carpenters called “dried in”! The slate roof was almost finished, only finishing one of the turret spires. The plumbers had put in pipes to carry gas to gas lights. Not that there was a source for the gas but it was just a matter of time, I was told. Then they started putting the lathing on the interior walls. After that they would put plaster on them. The tubs and sinks had come in and had been plumbed in. Windows were being installed and the bricks were being laid on all the chimneys.
I left there and went to the office. I contacted the Pinkertons to deliver another round of newspaper advertisements. I figured it would take another month before we would get another job, I was wrong!
A telegram came as I was going over my accounting books. It was from a company called The Clancy Mining Company, in Bannack, Montana Territory.
White Knight
We need your help! stop There is an organized gang that is threatening miners and claim jumping! stop, Four miners are already dead! stop Come soonest! stop See me, Jim Clancy!
I was conflicted, we had just gotten home from a very difficult task that had resulted in the deaths of my mother, my fiancé and other friends. My sisters and many others had been raped and forced to become prostitutes. We needed time to recover, to lick our wounds and rest. But it was not to be! We had more wrongs to right, more people to save! It would take us at least a month to even get to the goldfields of southwestern Montana.
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