Looking up at the boiling sun, I wonder if it could get any hotter. It had to be over 100 degrees and I need to find water for my horse or I’ll soon be walking. The sweat is pouring from under my hat, but it provides what little shade I do have for my face.
Patting my horse on her neck, I lean forward and tell her, “Find the water for us girl, I’ll just follow your lead,” as I let the reins fall from my hands.
She trudges on, her hooves kicking up the loose sand of the desert. Taking me onward, hopefully to water.
I can feel my lips cracking from lack of moisture as we top another sand dune and she stops. I look down the far side of the dune and see cactus . I prodded her and told her, “Let’s get us something to drink here.
Making her way down the dune, she stopped at the bottom and wouldn’t move another inch. I was barely alive myself, but I managed to climb down .
Falling several times before reaching the cactus, the last giving me a face full of dirt. On my knees, I wiped the sand from my face and could not rise again. My legs wouldn’t hold me, so on my knees, I trudged forward another twenty feet .
Reaching behind my back at the beltline, I pulled out a Bowie Knife that had a razors edge and cut a chunk from the base of the cactus. Removing it, I brought the inner portion to my mouth and sucked in the pungent liquid it released.
A couple beers would not have tasted as good , and I continued until there was nothing left to get. Regaining a little strength, I cut a larger section and called to my horse.
“Come on girl, at least it’s wet, get over here.”
She finally moved to me and when she got close enough, I raised the cactus to her lips. She whinnied at the smell at first, then she snorted and shook her head, as if saying, “You want me to eat that crap after carrying your ass all this way?”
I turned and cut another section and put it to my mouth and held her piece to her. Seeing me , she followed suit and got water from her piece. It wasn’t much, but it saved both of our lives for the moment.
Your probably asking yourselves, “What in hell would make someone go through this?”
That would have a lot to do with the letter I got two months ago from my brother. I was on the east coast in Norfolk, Virginia working as a ranch hand when I got his letter.
Actually, the letter was from his wife, and she let me know that John, my younger brother was having some problems with the railroad people that wanted his property and he was refusing to sell. She feared that things were about to get worse and he may be able to use my help.
I let my boss know of the problem and he paid me up to date and gave me a little extra, because I worked hard for him. I went to the bunkhouse and packed what little gear I had, got on my horse and headed to Santa Cruz, New Mexico.
It’s taken me a month and a half to get this far. Not much more to go, maybe another seventy five miles or so before I get to his place, but I have to clear this dam desert first.
Having enough strength to stand, I grabbed my canteen and sat down next to a second cactus. Removing my neckerchief, I wiped the sweat from my face and neck then rung it out and opened it up on my lap.
Cutting a small piece from the cactus, I squeezed it as hard as I could and watched as the fluids dripped onto the neckerchief. I continued this until I was able to ring out the fluid into my canteen. By the time I finished, there was not much left to the cactus and my canteen was full.
My horse didn’t want anymore and I was ready to get the hell out of here, so I jumped on her back and we headed out once again.
Four hours later, we had reached signs of green grass and the end of the desert. My girl had saw this too and she moved a little quicker, then all of a sudden she went into a trot.
I wasn’t ready for that and nearly got thrown, but I held on while she ran. She had a reason for running, just over the ridge was a small lake with clean fresh water and she had smelt it.
When she stopped at the lake, I jumped off and threw myself into the water whooping and hollering like some crazy person. I must of scared her, cause she backed away from the water and then came back and drank her fill.
It was late in the afternoon, so I removed my saddle from her back and made camp for the night. The fire was cozy and there was a little breeze coming across the lake, so I slept well, and she had walked off to get some grass while I slept.
In the morning, the rising sun woke me and I had to walk a mile to find my horse, but we got it all together and headed towards Santa Cruz.
At noon we found ourselves looking at what I thought was a ghost town, but the closer we got, I began to see signs of life. When we got into town, I went to the livery and told the man to fix her up good and rub her down, tossing him some coins.
I went to the saloon, I needed a drink. I deserved a drink. The bartender looked at me and said, “What can I get ya?”
“Beer, and don’t let me go empty either.”
That first beer tasted so good, and went down fast, but he was a good bartender and had another ready. Looking around the place, it was quiet.
“Not much going on in this town, is there? I said.
“No, folks have been movin left and right, not many left. Been thinking of closing this down and movin on myself.”
“What’s making them cut and run?”
“With the railroad going through Santa Cruz, folks think it’ll be better there.”
“How far is Santa Cruz?”
“Bout four hours, west.”
“I heard the railroad people were causing trouble over there, or something like that.”
“You know as well as I do, those with the money always win out, one way or another.”
“Yeah, spect your right there,” I said. “Where can a guy get a bath and a shave round here?”
“Cross the street, Jim Anderson is the barber and his wife Hannah will set up a tub of good n’ hot water for ya.”
“Thanks,” I said as I tossed a fifty cent piece to him.
Walking across the street, I entered the Barber Shop and was met by an elderly guy who introduced himself as Jim Anderson.
Told him I wanted a haircut and also wanted to get rid of this growth on my face. While sitting in the chair, I told him I wanted a bath too.
He yelled, “Hannah, fix up a hot tub, you’ll have a customer in a bit.” There was no response. After Jim removed a month and a half of beard and hair, he said, “If ya want, the wife will wash and dry your clothes too.”
Walking to the back of the Barber Shop, I opened the rear door and had to stop dead in my tracks.
Pouring a bucket of hot water into a large tub, was the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen. No more than twenty, blonde hair put up in a bun, with strands hanging here and there. She was dressed fancy, kind of looked like a sack dress, but God she was busty to say the least.
She turned her head towards me and brushed the strands of hair from her face and said, “Hello, I’m Hannah, Jim’s wife.”
From the look on my face she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“I know, I know, I hear it all the time. Why am I married to such an older man, right?
“Yeah, that kinda went through my head.”
“As you can see, there ain’t a whole lot here abouts to pick from.”
As she walked around a wall, she said, “Just leave your clothes on the chair and I’ll get em cleaned up for ya.”
I stripped down to my birthday suit and jumped into the tub and yelled, “SHIT!!!!”
Hannah came running from the other side of the wall, seeing the look on my face, she laughed and said, “Forgot to tell ya, the waters really hot.” Bringing her hand to cover her mouth, she went and took my clothes and walked behind the wall again.
While I got use to the water and began to scrub myself down, I heard a sweet voice start singing. I stopped and just listened in amazement at one of the prettiest singing voices I had ever heard.
After a while, I heard a door open and Jim stuck his head in the room and said, “Hannah, I’m going over to the saloon, see ya in a while.”
Hannah walked out and with her hands on her hips, she looked at her husband and said, “Will ya be back in time for supper?”
“Yeah, won’t be missin’ any of your cookin’.”
He closed the door and she turned to look at me and smiled, going back into her area. In a little while Hannah came out with a bucket in her hand and came to the tub.
“Well, I was gonna pour this over your head to rinse out the soap, but ya haven’t touched your face.”
Reaching for a small cloth, Hannah dipped it in the tub water and softly tugged his head back and scrubbed his face. His head was resting between her soft breasts, so he let her continue.
After his face was washed, she reached for a small scrub brush and also dunked it into the tub. Taking the large bar of soap from his hand, she soaped the brush down then in a swift move, shoved his head under water and then pulled him back up, then started to scrub his hair clean.
“Dang woman, you tryin’ to drown me?”
“No!, just get ya clean, like your payin’ for.”
“What else am I payin’ for that I don’t know about?”
“Guess that all depends on how much you’re wantin’ to spend.”
“I’ve never been know to pinch any coins, and I do like good treatment, so what ya got in mind?”
Hannah stood up and went to the side of the tub and looking into the water at him, then at his face, she pulled her sack dress up over her head and stood naked next to him and said, “Interested?”
With a smile on his face, his hand reached out to hers, as his eyes traveled up and down her body. Her breasts were large and perfectly round, with big stiff nipples, her waist was small and her pussy was covered by blonde pubic hair.
Hannah stepped into the tub and lying along his side, she kissed his lips and her hand searched the water for his cock. She found it and wrapped her hand around it and started to masturbate him.
His hand roamed her breasts, and his mouth found her nipple. He moved her on top of him and Hannah held onto his stiff cock and inserted it into her pussy.
Hannah rode his cock as he continued to suck on her nipples. Water was lapping over the rim of the tub with all the movement and he kept thrusting his cock inside of her.
Having been without a woman in over six months, he came quickly. Hannah felt the initial spurt spray inside of her and she tightened her pussy on his shaft as he let loose three more times.
Seeing that he was finished and his cock was shrinking inside of her, Hannah stood up an grabbed a nearby towel and dried herself off, while she stood over him.
All the while, his eyes were looking right at her pussy and he kept licking his lips. Stepping out of the tub, she wiped down her legs and then getting another towel, said, “Stand up.”
He did, and she started to dry him off, his head was first and she worked her way down his body. When she got to his waist, she had him step out of the tub and she got another towel and went back to drying him off, this time his legs were first.
