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Denny’s mind had shifted down to soft focus. “Yeah.
Sure,” he said. Looking at the two intense men, poised on
the verge of their scene, Denny understood Arrow’s years of
lust for the likes of Jex-Blake.
“Tonight’s your night.” Jex-Blake’s dry-as-leather voice
rode slow and easy through the thick brush of his big
moustache.
“Yessir,” Arrow said. His quiet, resigned tone sounded
like a man who had seen the ultimate wall and the writing on
it: Wanted Dead or Alive. He had thrown down his gun and
surrendered to a rugged justice he knew would hang him
high. His father had been a feedlot boss. He had grown up in
a far-off Wyoming town he had thought of no consequence
and he had wanted out; but lately something deep within
him wanted back, and this was his way home.
Jex-Blake adjusted his six-inch brown-leather wrist cuffs.
His gloves, tucked in his belt, hung palm and fingers down
over his crotch, looking for all the world like a loose codpiece
flopping over the meat bulging through his Wranglers. He
radiated the severe, defined Look of a man who is what he is.
He stood, legs bowed, a hard rider. A real working cowhand
who never heard of an identity crisis. The nape of his redneck
had sunbaked to the texture of beef jerky about the time, a
dozen or so years before, when he turned twenty. When he
swigged on his canteen, he wiped his forearm across his wet
mouth. A natural man. Denny could smell his wild uncut
dick. But Denny could hardly know of Jex-Blake’s two-week
drunk the winter before in Ensenada: how a stocky Mex
had taken the shit-kicking gringo’s cock in his hand and
tattooed snake eyes on its pure white head, and the rattles
of a snake across the sac of his balls. Denny checked out the
cock coiled in Jex-Blake’s basket. The bulge was framed by
the cutaway crotch circle of his chaparejos made of heavy
bullhide to protect his legs from brush and thorns. Jex-Blake
was a cowpuncher, more straight than not, but he preferred

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