A New Life Out West

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They kept eating like that. THey had finished off half the bottle. Eric was definitly feeling it as he undid a couple more buttons. Its hot today" He noted flushed from alcohal. His hand found emily's hand and he took it by instinct.

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Morgan said "its been good I just hop the mastersons stay out of trouble. A man came crashing into the diner "sherrif Sheriff!!"

Marshal rose "Jenkins what is it?" The older man said "some ruffians ransacked the old Mitchel place outside of town.

Marshal said "Morgan lets go ivy you head home."

 

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Emily took a half mouthful every time Eric had. She believed it bad manners to not do it. Especially since he was offering it to her every single time. Given she wasn't used to alcohol at all, even with the food it still went to her head. Those cheeks flushed with colour even as she nodded. "I agree, it does seem warmer than it was." She, of course, wasn't aware the alcohol did it. But with him holding her hand. her cheek after a while ended up against his shoulder since they were reasonably close.

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Ivy smoothly kissed her Father's cheek, "Be safe you. I need you to come home." Then she went to Morgan and sought to kiss the corner of his mouth. As close to a kiss as possible she might get away with. "You come back too, I can't marry you otherwise." Before she was striding off to the Sheriff's Office and fetching her shotgun.

Thus Morgan got a moment of his fiance's cute ass on those trousers as she hustled off. Moving to collect her horse she was soon on it, and intending to head her way for home.

 

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Eric smiled feeling her rest on his shoulder. He could smell her hair. He turned gazing into her eyes. His hand not holding hers stroked her cheek. "Emily...." his voice trailed off maybe it was the alcohal making him bold. He leaned in claiming her lips in a kiss.

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Morgan took her kiss and hearing her words said "Always." Admring the view of his fiances ass. Had another reason to get home safe.

Marshal said "morgan lets go." They rode off to the mitchel residence. There was bullet holes smashed windows and doors. Marshal said "there horses are still here morgan." He drew his pistol as morgan did the same. The two law men moving slowly towards the property trying to stay near cover incase they where fired upon.

 

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Emily's hair was vaguely vanilla-scented. Less so than usual since she hadn't gotten to wash it yesterday or this morning. Em leant into the touch of his hand to her cheek, and as he lent in she seeks to gently if softly kiss him back. Her eyes of green closing at it. That mind of hers wasn't thinking of what had happened last night, right till almost wake-up time. No, right now she was just thinking of Eric.

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Ivy would easily head home without incident. With the worry there of the fact Morgan and her Father were off doing Sheriff's work. She settled in on making a stew and putting it on. It'd take her a while to chop everything, slicing the meat thin so that it'd cook to melt-in-the-mouth goodness.

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Out at Mitchel's old place.

Greg, James and Cary had been together long enough that the older one; James, knew his younger companions were gun-happy hooligans. They were the reason James was hunkered down, hating the fact his knees hurt inside the house. His back to a wall that was partly stone.

Unlike Greg who was closer to the old barn and it was simply wood. Yet it's from the barn the Sheriff and his Deputy heard the sound of breaking glass with a yell of: "Ain't taking me anywhere lawman!" Before Greg shot. One couldn't claim the man was the most accurate at this distance especially. It went wild and missed the two by 3 ft or more. But given there was 60 ft between them and the Barn, it was expected.

Cary cursed and looked across to James. "His fool ass is going to.." Cary, not exactly whispering so there was every chance his voice might carry. James remained quiet and gave him a death stare!

 

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Eric deepened the kiss. His fingers interlocking with hers. His tongue traced her lips seeking entrance. His weight started to fall forward bringing them to the soft blanket they used for the picnic his body over hers.

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morgan and marshal heard the shots as bullets hit the ground missing them but still too close for comfort. They dived for some cover. Morgan behind a tree and Marshal the families wagon under repair. Marshal shouted "your shooting at this towns sherriffs and deputy. Now this ends only two ways you six feet under or behind bars. Dont throw your life away son!"

Morgan while marshal tried distracting the shooter tried to sneak around moving to other pieces of cover and keeping his eye and gun on the barn hoping the wood be shooter would focus on his talk with marshal.

 

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With their hands as entangled as their mouths, Emily simply tumbled back as Eric leaned more into her. His lean muscled form felt that delightful softness of Emily's under him. As her red hair spread becomingly over the blanket.

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Cary eyeballed James back as he heard that gunshot go off. James coldly eyed him right back. The older man may well have been older, but James had a hard reputation guiding him. Not only from his wild youth, but the last forty misspent years further adding to it. Now in his later years, yes, he relied on that reputation to stop people from trying to chase his ass down and shoot him. So far, until he'd hooked up with this pair last spring, it had worked out just fine.

Greg took a peek through a rotten piece of timber and tried to steady his hand and shoot again. it whistled by Marshall's head by a foot and a half lodging into the back of the wagon's seat. This would be when Cary called out, "Greg! You are alive?" ....and that might just be when James snarled under his breath and fired. That shot, even with the slight tremor in his hand, at that short distance nailed Cary in the shoulder.

It also alerted Morgan and Marshall that while a third shot was fired it hadn't been at them. James took a breath even as Cary cursed a streak dropping his gun and clutching his shoulder. "Wendall that you out there?" The two James and Marshall had a sort of old running gag. When both had been younger, they'd had plenty of firefights. Neither man actually properly shot the other. The hole in Marshall's favourite hat was James' last close call. While James had a whiskey flask or two with bullets having bent them.

 

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Eric deepened the kiss. Tongue messaging her own. His hand on her cheek scaressed down her neck and toyed with the laces of her dress. He broke the kiss gazing into her eyes.

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Morgan got down when he heard the third shot but realized it wasn't at either of them. He kept trying to get up close to the barn. Looking for any shot to take out the one shooting at marshall.

Marshal heard the old voice of James. "Yeah its me you old coot. Why we gotta do this again. Call of your boy turn yourselves in. Hes fired at two officials of the law now. We have eyes on your horses jams you know this is the only way this goes. Either you all in bars or body bags."

Morgan reached the back of the barn climbing up he slipped in through a open window in the upper rafters of the barn. He looked down at Greg getting ready to leap down on him.

 

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Emily shivered a little into that kiss, her thoughts completely on Eric. A stroke of her tongue against his, and then feeling his hand stroking the laces of her dress. The whiskey made her somewhat bolder as he broke the kiss. She found herself reaching up to undo the bow there on those laces. She figured he'd perhaps catch on with her undoing it, that he could finish undoing it. Yes, one could certainly blame the whiskey for her bolder actions.

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James breathes in and out steadily. "Wendall, I don't think it's going to matter none what I tell that asshole out there with you. Be noted he's three seconds slow on the draw, boy's got muscle damage in that shootin' hand of his." Greg cursed at that moment and did not at all realise that Morgan was creeping up on him and about ready to jump down. "Y'a ol' bastard!" Greg yelled!

Cary groaned from the blood loss. "An' Wendall, Cary in here's bleeding pretty good. Just tell me when you have that young asshole out there down, and I'll slide me g---" Cary snarled rallying and snatched up his gun firing, just as James fired a second shot. The double BOOM BOOM startled Greg who shifted position and fired wildly out there for his three remaining shots.. not to Marshall, but at the house. Leaving himself wide open for Morgan's leap. Thus he was attempting to expel the bullets and load in new ones!

However, then all was quiet in that house there with its broken glass windows and shot doors. Had the two inside killed each other?

When eventually Marshall crept in, he'd find Cary dead bullet dead centre of his forehead. James just barely hanging on leaning to that partly stone wall. The white-haired criminal gives him a subtle thumbs up, as that gun fell from his hand to the floor and his head rolled to the side and down. Blood gushed down his chest turning that dusty clothing a deep red.

 

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Eric got the hint he undid her dress more sliding it off her shoulders exposing more of her shoulders he leaned in kissing and sucking her shoulder blade. He pulled her dress down more. Her tits exposed as the dress slid down more. He groped her tits. Messaging her flesh gently not sure what she liked.

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Morgan lept tackling greg to the ground he grabbed the man delivering a swift left hook that knocked the guy out cold. "Damn think a broke my hand.

He went to find marshal who was tending to James "come on you old bastard you can't bleed out on me too much past.

When james finally slipt the mortal coil marshall sighed "damn fool we where suppose to take each other out.

Morgan and Marshall brought greg into the station and had coroners take the bodies. It was late by the time they arrived back at the wendal ranch. Marshal said "I need a drink and to go see gretchen take care of ivy morgan?

 

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As Eric undid her dress laces, bearing first her shoulders, those kisses had her making agreeable soft sweet noises at it. As he bared her breasts, a soft little sound left her as his hands groped there gently. Emily's hand teases the back of Eric's neck, and there might just be a slight guide of his face to lower there. Emboldened by the whiskey as she got him to wrap his lips around the other nipple. A soft cooing moan was heard then.


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Ivy as she heard them finally arrive back, worriedly met them at the back door with two whiskeys. Passing one to her Father, and the other to Morgan. She knew that look. Death had happened. Her Father wore the same expression each and every time. "Dad, it's okay. Go off to Gretchen Jacob's... I'm sure she can rustle up something tonight for you." A kiss to his cheek in a daughterly manner. Then a turn of her attentions to Morgan, "Morgan can make sure I'm safe tonight, while you keep Gretchen and Emily safe."

 

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Eric latched onto her nipple. Sucking and licking it to a hardened peek. His teeth pulled it lightly. Inflamed by desire and the alcohal now he worked her dress the rest of the way off. Moving to give the other breast the same attention.

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Marshal and morgan took the whiskey he said "thanks good work today morgan." Putting a hand on his soon to be son in laws shoulder. Riding over to gretchen's place. Him and James there cat and mouse game felt like that a game. Just like that it was over not by eithers hand but some random criminal. He knocked on gretchen's door.

Morgan sighed "we captured one but two shot each other I think your father had a history with one of them." He nursed his hand it as already starting to swell somewhat.

 

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Emily let Eric take her dress off her. A moan as his mouth found her nipple with her help, that hand caressed his hair. Her other hand went to unbuttoning his shirt and running her hand up the back of it. "..Eric...undress?" She'd never have asked if she didn't have a quarter of a bottle of whiskey in her.

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Ivy got Morgan a piece of cold steak from the chill box and dropped it on his hand wrapped in that grease proof paper from the general store.

"History? It might be James. He and Dad knew each other in their misspent youth. He went grey pretty young, Dad always ribbed him about it. When Dad ended up being a deputy, they were at odds. Sort of friends. Sort of enemies. Both could have killed the other a whole slew of times. Dad was always in an odd mood when he'd come home after a run in. But for a criminal James had morals. He never killed a law man. Never killed women or kids. Avoided places which he knew were doing rough. Masterson hated James with a passion." Ivy's word probably put Marshall's mood into perspective.

A kiss to Morgan then as she cuddled herself into him.

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Gretchen opened that back door and blinked. "I'll get the whiskey." As she spun on a heel and snagged the bottle, then Marshall's hand. Leading him right to her bedroom. She tore the cork free took a swig and passed it to him. "Speak to me Marshall?" As she got them on the bed sitting.

 

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Eric moaned at her caresses. Hearing her he smiled removing his shirt and trousers. His cock sprung free. "So bold I like it." He whispered gazing in her eyes.

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Morgan nodded "I wish i could of done more for him." He kissed Ivy holding her as they sat down in the kitchen chair together.

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Marshal followed her and downed a swig with her. Sitting on the bed he said "A old friend of mine he died today. Never turned his life around like me. He died taking out another criminal like him. That was never how it was suppose to go. We had this history with each other he would almost shoot me. I would almsot shoot him. Somehow I thought i would finally put him behind bars. Not six feet under." Marshal took another swig of the whiskey and said "thanks for being there for me Gretchen.

 

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Emily blushes, giggling. "I'm not, not really, but I feel warm and comfortable, and I think it's the whiskey." She did, however, watch him get naked there with her, and those delicate hands were drawn to stroking down his chest, even with what she said he might be surprised as she seeks to tease nails through the tuft of hair and then wrap a hand about his cock. Only the second only she'd touched but she was really comfortable due to the whiskey!

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Ivy has her kitchen chair right beside Morgan's. "..so I suppose I should adapt to calling you Tom?" A curious look at him.

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Gretchen listened to him. She vaguely remembered something about things her husband had said regarding Marshall and this other friend of his. She lent in kissing his cheek, watching him drink another swig of whiskey. It had her stand and seek to slowly slide that dress off and step out of it. Leaving her in her underwear, as she kneels on that dress looking up at him. "..I think you need some kind of release, maybe..." Her hands went to his trousers and undid them, one hand delicately sliding inside as she took that flaccid cock in her hand and touched it. "...even this sort of release..." A lean in as she drew it free, and bought her mouth to take half of it within her mouth. Letting him feel the delicious warmth of her mouth and tongue there, and seeing if she got some kind of agreeable reaction out of him.

 

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Eric moaned his cock already semi hard started to harden as she worked her hand up and down its lenght. "Emily that feels really good." He parted her thighs with is own hand. Running his fingers across her slit "fuck your wet." He moaned sliding two fingers inside her.

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Morgan chuckled "once my record is expunged I can more freely go by morgan if anyone asks I can say tom is my middle name and I for awhile prefered it but my insistent new wife wouldnt take no for a answer and likes my first name." Giving her a smile. He pulled her into a kiss.

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Marshal watched her stip. Standing there in only her underwear. When she sank to her knees before him he said "mmm Gretchen you dont have to." Seeing it wasnt' a chore for her he smiled and reveled in the embrace of her mouth. "Mmm fuck gretchen." His hand went to her hair. playing with it as she licked and sucked. His cock easily growing to full mast with her skilled mouth "Take it baby that feels amazing.

 

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As Eric slides two fingers in, he may realise Em's pussy was really tight. Those inner muscles hugged his fingers, even with her feeling soaked inside. A moan left her as she felt it, her hand rubbing over the tip encountered moisture, Em simply spread it down his cock as she strokes him a little quicker. Her breathing a touch quicker.

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Ivy giggles. "I like that idea. A lot." A seek to softly kiss Morgan's cheek. "How is the hand?"

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Gretchen mms about his cock, those green eyes looking up at him, even as she slowly took it deeper, he might feel that tip slide slow into her throat, as she for a moment buried his cock deep within, only to pull back suckling firmly. Those eyes expressing trust and love to Marshall.

 

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Eric moaned pumping his faingers a little faster in her tightness. "Fuck you feel good practicly squeezing me emily." His thumb brushed over her clit. Taking her breast into his mouth he sucked as much of it in as he could.


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Morgan smiled "feeling better numbed up now." He hooked his other hand around the back of her head. Pulling her into a deep kiss.

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Marshall groaned his brown eyes meeting her green ones. "Fuck I love how good you suck my cock baby. I love all of you." He scratched her scalp lightly.

 

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Emily arched into those quicker moving fingers, her hand stroking Eric's cock moving quicker. A moan left her then, as he felt those muscles tighten in a twitching way against his fingers.

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Ivy smiled then. And as Morgan pulled her in for a kiss, She kissed him back with an instant open of her mouth. Tongue darting to meet his.

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Gretchen moans muffled at Marshall's words and he felt it vibrate against his cock as she took him deep into her throat again, starting to bob her head faster, sucking harder on his cock. Those green eyes still on his brown ones.

 

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Eric removed his fingers kissing emily he looked at her as he moved his cock to her entrance. Pressing in parting her lips as his cock took her.

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Morgan moaned into the kiss. His tongue danced with Ivy's. He tasted her sweet mouth and when they parted for air he said "You know it sounds like were gonna be free of your pa for awhile.

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Marshall moaned as gretchen bobbed faster. "Fuck" his hips jerked on there own fucking her mouth sending his cock deeper. "if you keep this up gretchen im gonna cum down your throat like a common saloon whore. My own personal whore that no other man gets to have."

 

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As Eric kissed Emily she felt him move over her, feeling that tip pushing in she moaned softly into his mouth. warmed by whiskey has her lifting into it, encouraging him.

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Ivy broke the kiss, breathing some what quicker. "With your hand hurt, maybe I should get creative?"

Said as she slid to her knees undid his trousers, dipped her hands in pulling out his cock as Ivy began sucking it slow.

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Gretchen's green eyes might just look vaguely hurt as he termed her a whore. But she didn't let it stop her from still seeking to take that cock deep and stuck it. She was going this to bring him relief and a better moment than their conversation.

 

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Eric slid in he was too horny and drunk to realize or care that he felt no resistance. Once in her he moaned "ow Emily." He started fucking her building a rhythm.

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Morgan moaned feeling ivys lips slide over his cock "ow fuck ivy." His good hand slid through her hair.

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Marshal noticed the hurt he said "I'm sorry love was just trying some dirty talk." He decided just to enjoy her attempt to help him. "Oh god that feels good Gretchen. I love you."

 

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Emily gasped, softly seeking to cling to Eric, and then kiss him. Even as she began slowly rocking up into those thrusts. then a more gentle moan.

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Ivy muffled a moan about the cock in her mouth. Lovingly looking up into Morgan's eyes, feeling his fingers in her hair. She began sucking him more.

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Gretchen moans soft about his cock attempting to encourage Marshall to keep enjoying it, a lick of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Cheeks hollowing a moment with her sucking.

 

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Eric kissed her back "ow Emily.' He said against her lips he kissed her neck. He kissed down and sucked her nipple. Technique sloppy but he was hitting all her pleasure spots. There moans and slapping flesh filled the air. It was like animals giving into there baser instincts. "You feel amzing emily." Finding a rythm she seemed to like. He fucked her deeper. Kissing her neck. Biting the tender flesh lightly.

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Morgan groaned fisting her hair "God above woman your mouth I'm so lucky to have you." He thrust lightly building a rythm of fucking her mouth but not wanting to push her farther than she was ready for. His hard cock slid past her lips again and again. Threatening to make her deep throat him if she didnt do something to stop him. He gazed into her eyes his pleasure and love evident in his gaze. "What do you want me to do to you tonight Ivy? What desires do you have." Easing her off his cock to give her a chance to speak.

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Marshal moaned "fuck Gretchen I'm gonna cum...." Trying to be polite and worn her. He fucked her mouth and soon his cock pulsed and he groan "FUCK!!" his hot seed hitting the back of her mouth. His hips twitched as he rode out his orgasm for a bit. Watching to see if she swallowed him.