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.