Chapter 1

Andy Hopper was 16 and riding with his first cattle drive north to Sedalia, Missouri. It was right after the war and there weren't many men available, so, young as he was, he had been pressed into service by his father to act as the scout for the drive. This was not as ridiculous as it may sound, since Andy had been active in fighting the Comanches while his brothers had been off fighting the damyankees. When his brothers came back from the war, they brought him two highly prized souvenirs: a Spencer rifle and a LeMat combination pistol and shotgun. He had become expert in the use of both and expected to get a lot of use from them on the drive.

Andy was unusual in that he had already reached his full growth. He was 6 feet, 2 inches tall in his bare feet, weighed 185 pounds of bone and muscle, and was strikingly handsome with his black hair, square chin, and piercing hazel eyes. He had a further asset, namely, he had the "Hopper whopper" between his legs. Flaccid, his cock was still 8 inches long and nearly 2 inches in diameter; erect, it was 9 inches long and nearly 3 inches in diameter. Andy was still as virgin as a boy could be, so he had no idea what an effect his tool could have on women who saw it, much less, felt it. Oh, he did jack off 2 to 5 times a day, whenever he could get a break from his chores, so he knew the pleasures derived from ejaculation, just not how great it could be inside a woman. His father had promised to take him to his first whore house when the got to Sedalia, so he was looking forward to the end of the drive.

They left the ranch early one morning, and Andy road out ahead to get a little experience at scouting for the herd, even though he knew the country like the back of his hand. He was about 5 miles ahead of the cattle herd and moseying along enjoying just being alive. Suddenly, he heard a woman scream and a man shout. Now, they were still on Hopper property, but the main road did run through here, so he was not surprised that strangers might be around, but the woman did sound like she needed help. He rushed to see if he could be of assistance and was startled by what he saw when he arrived on the scene.

The woman was lying on her back in the bed of a buckboard, her legs were spread, and a man was kneeling between them. Her skirt was thrown up over her head, and Andy could see her bare crotch with its load of black hair. He could also see the man's pecker about to enter the struggling woman. Andy may not have any personal experience with this sort of activity, but his older brothers had told him about their various adventures with women (some of them true), so he knew what was about to happen.

The woman was obviously objecting to the man's attentions, so Andy pulled his pistol and fired a shot into the air. He was still a good distance away from the couple, but the man jerked his head around and saw Andy barreling toward them. He jerked his pants up from around his knees and hurriedly climbed on his horse. He dashed away before Andy could get a good look at him, so he was an unknown quantity as far as Andy was concerned.

The woman, on the other hand, was well known to Andy. She was a young widow who worked as a housekeeper at the next ranch over from the Hopper spread. She was a little dazed from the attacker's efforts, so she was slow to push her skirt back down where it belonged. As a result, Andy got a very good look at his first real woman's pussy in the flesh. Previously, all he had ever seen were some views on his brothers' French post cards.

The woman finally came to herself and pushed her skirt down, cutting off Andy's view. By this time, his cock had gotten hard as a rock and was painfully trapped down his left pants leg. However, by the way it was straining to break through the cloth to freedom, there was no doubt to any onlooker that it was trying to rise to the occasion. The woman blushed, and so did Andy. Andy reacted first, "Are ya OK, Miz. Susan?"

"Yes, I am, Andy. Thank you fer rescuing me. I'm much obliged."

"Think nothin' of it, ma'am. What are ya doin' out here by yer lonesome?"

"I was headed inta town fer some groceries, when that beast attacked me. But I'm safe, now, thanks ta ya. I guess I'd best be on my way, now that he has run off."

"Yes, ma'am. But ya best git yerself a gun ifen ya're gonna wander around by yerself in these unsettled times. I'd best be off, too. Our cattle drive ta Sedalia started this mornin', an' I'm 'sposed ta be the scout. I guess I had better git ta it. Ya be careful, now. Goodbye, I'll see ya again this fall."

Susan climbed into the driver's seat and drove away as Andy watched her go. His mind was still fixed on the sight of her bare pussy. He didn't know that a woman could have so much hair down there! In the pictures he had seen, the women had little or no pussy hair. Could they have shaved it off? Land a Goshen, what a thought! He sure would like to see one of 'em do that!

Andy returned to his job of scouting, but he couldn't shake the sight of Susan's pussy from his mind. He was going to have to stop and jack off pretty damned soon, or his balls were gonna bust! He came to a large tree, so he dismounted and stood before it looking like he was taking a piss while he jacked off. It didn't take long, it never did, but it was something special with Susan's pussy to inspire him.

That evening at supper, Andy told this father and his brothers about what he had seen that afternoon. They all laughed, but Andy looked hurt, so his father said, "Take it easy, son. We ain't laughin' at ya; we're laughin' at Susan an' her boyfriend Clem. That's a game they play most every day—her pretendin' to be raped. I 'spect that they'll keep that up 'til she gits in a family way, then they'll git married. Don't worry 'bout it. Folks play a lot of sex games, that way."

"Shit! I had no idee. Ifen I'd a knowed, I'd a let 'em alone." They all laughed this time, and Andy felt better about the whole thing. But he never forgot the look of Susan's bare pussy!

The next few days were pretty boring for Andy, since there was little need for scouting this close to their ranch. But he took his job seriously, as his father had known that he would. He ranged farther and farther away from the herd as he became more confident in his job. Sometimes, he was a much as 10 miles in front of the herd, more than they were likely to trek in a day. Andy's father was careful not to work the fat off the cattle and cause his profit to drop...

One day, he topped a hill and saw smoke in the distance. Fire on the prairie was a serious business, and fire on a farm was just as bad. It made no difference which it was, Andy was duty bound to check it out. He put his horse into the fastest gallop he could safely maintain over unfamiliar ground as he raced toward the smoke.

The fire was closer than he had realized and not as large, either. He arrived at the fire in about 10 minutes and saw a woman struggling to put it out by throwing buckets of water on it. The shed on fire was a half-shelter filled with hay bales. It was obvious that the woman was never going to put out the fire the way she was going about it. She could only carry half a bucket of water each time from the well which was 100 feet away from the fire. All she was accomplishing was making a lot of smoke and ruining a lot of good hay.

Andy jumped off his horse and yelled at the woman to stop putting water on the fire. He ran up and started jerking bales of hay from the shed and pitching them around on the ground. Once he had gotten all of the bales of hay pulled out of the shed, he went around to each one to see which ones were still burning. He used his knife to cut the string holding those bales together and spread out the hay so that he could put it out by stomping on it. He also cut open the bales that the woman had gotten wet so that they could dry before spontaneous combustion could make them start burning again.

Andy was hot and tired by the time he finished fighting the fire, so he sat on a still-wrapped bale and mopped the sweat from his brow. The woman was just standing there where Andy had first seen her; she was staring at him as if in disbelief. "Who are you, and how did you know what to do?" the woman finally asked.