Fugitive Soul
He stumbled through the trees and fell face first into a pile of dead leaves. He hadn't heard hooves on the soil in a long time. It might be safe to say he'd escaped them, for now.
But there was another sound now, a woman's voice, gently asking, "Are you alright?"
Lying naked and shivering face down in the leaves, he wasn't sure if he had just heard a woman's voice. Could it just have been the wind or his imagination? As the morning sun began to warm him, he turned his head and saw horse hooves on the ground next to him. He scanned upward to see a woman on a white horse.
She was dressed in full cowgirl apparel. She was wearing brown weathered western boots with spurs, brown leather chaps, a red and white flannel shirt and a black cowgirl hat in which her long blond hair tied in a ponytail flowed from underneath. It was difficult to see her face from the sun glaring behind her.
"Sir, are you OK?" she asked again while she dismounted. He rolled over and had blood spattered on his chest and face.
He covered his genitals with his hands and replied exhaustedly, "I..I don't know, I've been running all night, where am I?"
As she removed a blanket from her saddle and covered him, she replied, "You're on my property. What were you running from?"
As he got up onto his feet, he wrapped the blanket around himself. He could then see her face, she was beautiful. She had piercing blue eyes, luscious full lips and light freckles on her cheeks from the sun as she wore no makeup.
"Ma'am, I was running from a posse, they were trying to kill me," he replied sheepishly.
"Why would they try to kill you?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"I don't know, all I remember is hearing the rumble of running horses, gunshots and bullets ricocheting off the trees around me, I just ran," he responded nervously.
"Well, being naked, you don't seem to be much of a threat, come, I'll get you cleaned up," she said smiling as she put her right hand on the revolver on her hip. She helped him onto the horse and she climbed on, in front of him.
As they trotted through the prairie she asked, "So what's your name stranger, I'm Kacey."
"My name is Ken, and thank you for helping me," he responded. Ken could see a small cabin and barn in the distance.
"Is that your place Kacey?" he asked, as they got closer.
"Yes it is. It isn't much but it's home," she replied.
"Ummm what is your husband going to say when you bring a naked man home?" Ken asked with a nervous chuckle.
"My husband is dead, it's just me and my animals," she replied solemnly.
"I'm sorry Kacey," he replied, lowering his head.
"Thank you, it's been a long time now, I'm used to being alone," she replied without emotion.
They reached the cabin, she tied her horse and helped him dismount. She walked him inside and led him to the bathroom. There was an old claw foot cast iron tub against the wall. Kacey ran the water to fill the tub.
"While the tub fills I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" she asked.
"Yes please, just black," he responded.
He sat down on the closed toilet while she headed to the kitchen. Ken watched the warm water fill the tub while the flashbacks of being pursued ran through his head. The tub finally filled and he shut off the water, removed the blanked and stepped in.
Kacey came back with two mugs of coffee. She had removed her chaps, gun belt and flannel shirt. She was in a white tank top; obviously braless as her nipples were protruding, blue jeans and her boots. She had also untied her ponytail and her long blond hair draped her shoulders.
Ken once again covered his crotch with his hands as she knelt down at the side of the tub and handed him his coffee. With his left hand covering his manhood, he took the coffee with his right.
They both sipped their coffee then placed the mugs on the floor.
"Thank you Kacey, for being so kind," Ken said with sincerity.
"You're welcome," she replied with a slight grin as she reached for the sponge setting on a dish.
As she dipped the sponge in the water she asked, "Is this all your blood on you?"
Ken looked at his body and saw slight lacerations and scratches caused by thorns in the forest. "I certainly hope so, like I said I don't remember anything before the posse arrived," he said in a concerned tone.
Kacey began to wipe the dirt and blood from his face with the wet sponge. Ken just closed his eyes, enjoying her nursely touch. The sponge moved to his shoulders and chest. The soapy water stung his open wounds.
As she continued to bathe him, he started to get aroused and his cock began to grow, making it harder for him to keep it covered. Kacey could see he was getting nervous and she smiled at him, looking into his eyes.
Kacey lifted his left leg, cleansed his thigh and slowly moved down his leg to his calf and foot. The blood and dirt was running off of him. Then she repeated the same on his right leg.
She leaned him forward and sponged off his back. Kacey admired his manly toned body. He was a strapping man of six foot tall, hazel eyes and dark brown hair. As she explored his body with the sponge, her eyes became lustfully excited.
