Anvil Stone had told everything to her cousin Janilyn Lewis what had happened to her in the prairie. Janilyn couldn’t believe her story.
“Anvil, what happened to you is incredible,” Janilyn said. “This is a small town and a lot of people knew each other here. There had never been anyone spotted here wearing a Lone Ranger costume. We’ve asked around,” she said cross-legged at the center of her bed clad in her cami top and Victoria Secret underwear.
“I’m telling you I’m not dreaming. To me he’s not only the Lone Ranger but the Looong Ranger as well, ‘cause he’s big, tall, and lasts longer,” Anvil sighed brushing her long dark blonde hair.
“Well, why don’t we go back there and see if this Long Ranger of yours comes up again?” Janilyn’s cool blue eyes deepening.
“Oh, how he comes. Yes, that would be a wonderful idea. You and me so you could see for yourself in case he pops up again. You know he said that he’ll be seeing me again,” Anvil sighed again.
“What if he doesn’t show up preferring to see you alone?”
“That remains to be seen. For how else can I prove to you that what I experienced was real?”
“Well, nothing harm in doing it. Besides, your story has made me horny as a goat. I want to experience it myself too. Mind if I get a piece of action from this Long Ranger of yours?” Janilyn giggled as she plopped herself flat on the bed, showing all the better the convex structure of her female center through her bikini panties.
“Why not? It’s only sex. It’s not the be-all, and end-all of every relationship.” Anvil replied.
“Gee, I’m starting to feel like a bitch in heat,” Janilyn said, touching lightly the center of her flesh-colored bikini panties with the back of the hairbrush.
The following day, the two set off to that place where Anvil met the Long Ranger a week ago. They sat under a leafy tree and waited. An hour had passed and they’d seen nothing except a couple of rabbits who made out a few yards away.
Another hour had almost passed when they spotted a lone horseman riding in a slow pace on the trail.
“Hey, look someone’s coming!” Janilyn said excitedly. “Is that him?”
“Hardly like,” Anvil said but gawked the same way Janilyn did and anticipated.
The horseman was leading toward their direction wearing a brown beaver hide hat, a woolen poncho, gunbelt rig and lots of stuff bundled on his horse.
“Who is this man? He looks like he comes straight off from a western movie.” Janilyn was quizzical.
As the horseman approached the girls, he lit up a cheroot that dangled between his lips.
“Hi Mister!” the girls almost chorused. He squinted at them and acknowledged the greeting by tipping his hat.
“You looked like a vintage cowboy. What sort of man dresses in that kind of outfit?’ asked Anvil.
“Lookin’ for some bad guys,” he said dryly.
“Not gals huh?” Janilyn said in an impish tone.
The man tossed back his poncho upon his shoulder and withdrew from his vest pocket a sheet of folded paper and handed it to them.
Anvil took the paper and unfolded it.
“Anyone of you have seen or recognized any of ‘em?” The man asked.
Janilyn gaped on top of Anvil’s shoulder.
Max ‘Gato’ Borato Wanted Dead Or Alive, $1,000. Anvil read on the paper. “Such a mean looking guy. Nope never saw him before. How about you Janilyn?”
She looked at the main photograph along with the small ones below with corresponding prices on their heads.
“Oh God I can’t believe this. It seems we’re in a western movie having a dialogue with a bounty hunter,” she said facing Anvil and then turned to the man. “Sorry mister, nothing like these kind of brutes live in this part of town. What makes you think they’re around here?”
“Thanks,” he said and spat out to his side.
“Ah, Mister what are you planning to do with these guys?” Anvil asked.
“Shoot ‘em before they shoot me.”
“Why don’t you let the police do it?”
“A posse? I can do it alone?”
“What about pussy, do you need one er two?” Janilyn teased. Anvil slapped her arm. How could you be such a dirty talker!
“I said I can do it alone.”
“You can’t live alone an’ if you die, who’s gonna bury you? You want us to come along and help you locate this guy?” Janilyn pursued her questioning.
“I said I can work it out alone, thanks anyway.” He said dryly.
“Suit yourself squinty drifter and take care,” Janilyn said in resignation.
Without a word he rode off till he disappeared in the distance.
“That’s not the man, for sure. He’s not even masked.” Anvil said.
But gee! He looked like Clint Eastwood, ain’t he?” Janilyn blurted.
“Yeah you’re right, like in those spaghetti westerns I saw on cable TV. Another incredible thing is in the works here. What do you think if we follow and see what will happen where he’s going?” Anvil said.
“Come on let’s ride before we lose him,” Janilyn prodded. “Besides, who knows maybe he’s pally with that Long Ranger of yours, then the both of us can play musical pricks,” she laughed at her wit.
The man disappeared out of sight but the girls searched him out. Soon they were on top of a stony hill and they spotted him down camping next to Canoe Creek. They dismounted their horses and hid behind one of the big stones jutting on the hill so he won’t see them.
“He’s naked. Looks like he’s just taken a swim. He’s pummeling himself dry with a towel or whatnot.” Anvil said as she examined him in the binoculars.
“Can you see his dick?”
“Yeah, sort of,”
“Oowee, give me it to me.” Janilyn said grabbing the binoculars.
“Hmmm, well-hung kiddo,” Janilyn muttered.
They sat on the grass, their backs against the stone suppressing girlish giggles.
“What do we do now?” Anvil stared the sky, as if looking for answers there.
“He’s certainly a gorgeous guy but a mysterious one. What do you have in mind Anvil? Do we approach him and flirt our way till he gets his pecker hard?”
“He’s not like the long ranger who’s so aggressive. Nothing can stop that Long Ranger. He’s a high testosterone man. This one’s passive. Let’s look at him again. Maybe he’s gonna jerk off.”
Janilyn let out a crispy cackle.
“Shhh!”
The two girls twisted their bodies up, craned their necks above the stone and peered down.
“He’s gone! Where the hell is he?” Anvil murmured.
“But his horse is there and I think he’s cooking something. He’s set off making coals out of chopped oak wood. Me thinks he’s out hunting for a deer or a rabbit.”
“A rabbit?” Janilyn gasped.
“Why? Have you not eaten a rabbit?”
“No. Thank you. Have you?”
“Once when I was in Brussels.”
“Ewee, what? Like a Rabbit Stroganoff?”
“A rabbit stew with Stella Artois beer in it,” Anvil replied.
Suddenly the two girls felt something hard poked their butts. They turned their faces slowly around and it’s the squinty guy with his long pistols sticking up to their butts.
“What are you up to ladies?”
“Ah, ah could you put down your guns and…and we…we’ll explain?” Janilyn said and held up her hands. Anvil did the same.
Slowly the gunslinger stood up from his genuflecting position and replaced the guns in his holsters. He knew women retaliate with their tongues and not with weapons.
“Thanks. Your guns are sure mighty big,” Janilyn said still smiling.
“So why are you up here?” He said as he sat on the ground, one knee drawn up.
“Nothing. We just wanna take a look at you. You look like a movie star. Maybe we can get an autograph from you,” Janilyn said sweetly.
“We’re curious. Are you really bent on getting that wanted man for money? Say, why don’t you just let go off the man, huh? There’s been too much violence in this world. If you need money, we’ll raise it for you. It’s only money ya know? Leave it to the law enforcers. It’s their job to nab criminals so they could be tried in court,” Anvil said
“Yeah, we could raise a thousand bucks for you, that’s easy!” Janilyn butted in.
“You’ve been watching me naked don’t you?” he said ignoring the subject of money as if this is not his aim. Both girls threw a mischievous look at each other.
“Aha, that’s not our fault. When we came here you don’t have your clothes on,” Janilyn said.
“You’re spying on me. Take off all your clothes. You might be hiding something.”
“Hiding what? You won’t see anything from us except our ‘you know what’!” Janilyn intoned.
“What are you gonna do with us?” Anvil asked.
“Hang you high and whip you up.” His teeth gritted.
“Hey, no joke. If that’s so, you’re cruel to humanity. You’re such a bad guy, hanging us girls who happened to view your soft as a noodle dick. Come on what heinous crime have we done to you?” Anvil sneered.
“Remove your jackets, you first?” he said pointing to Janilyn.
“Ok, just don’t hang me. Right, Mr. er Gunslinger?” she said easily.
Janilyn removed her nice cropped jacket with notched lapel and woven with outdoor horses prints on front and back.
“Jacket only?”
“And the rest.”
“Ok, that’s easy.”
He took a more relaxed pose and unbuckled his gun rig out of his hips and lay it on his side.
Janilyn unbuttoned her shirt top and a tomato red brassiere popped into view dilating squinty drifter’s eyes a bit. Janilyn’s body was full of sensuality, big-breasted and curves in the right places.