Free Standoff in Santa Fe by J. R. Roberts Page A

Heck said. “How is that any different from the rest of us?”
    *   *   *
    Craddock followed the girl into her room.
    â€œWhat’s your pleasure, cowboy?” she asked. She turned to face him with her hands on her hips. She was medium height, slender, but with large breasts, which Craddock liked. She looked to be about twenty-five.
    â€œI’m not a cowboy,” he said. “Take off your dress.”
    â€œNo, you ain’t,” she said. “I heard some talk about you downstairs.” She reached behind her to undo her dress.
    â€œDid you?” he said. “What did they say?”
    â€œThat you hunt men,” she said, letting her dress drop to the floor with a whisper of the fabric on her skin. “That you kill them.” She stepped out of the dress and kicked it away. She was naked, her dark brown nipples already puckering.
    He knew the talk of killing was getting her excited. He walked past her, took off his gun belt, and hung it on the bedpost, then undid his belt and the buttons of his trousers.
    â€œI kill them when they make me,” he said. “When they leave me no choice. Now come over here.”
    She walked over to him. He could smell her skin, and the wetness between her legs. His own excitement was building.
    â€œTake them down,” he said.
    She got down on her knees, tugged on his trousers until they and his underwear were around his ankles. His hardening cock sprang out at her, almost hitting her in the nose.
    â€œSuck it,” he said.
    She smiled at him, wrapped one hand around his cock, and said, “You don’t leave me much choice, do you?”
    â€œNo,” he said, “I don’t.”

TWENTY-THREE
    â€œSo the Crystal Queen is part of your rounds?” Clint asked Thad.
    â€œYessir.”
    â€œHow come I haven’t seen you in there today, or yesterday?” Clint asked.
    â€œUm . . .” “Did the sheriff tell you not to go in?”
    â€œNo, sir.”
    â€œThen what? Were you nervous about going in?”
    â€œYessir.”
    â€œAll right, then,” Clint said. “Why don’t we go inside together?”
    â€œYou and me?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œWell . . . yessir.”
    â€œGood man,” Clint said, slapping the young deputy on the back.
    They went through the batwing doors, into the Crystal Queen.
    Bat saw Clint in the mirror, then turned and shielded his eyes.
    â€œThe badge, the badge,” he said. “It’s too bright.”
    In point of fact, the badge was sort of tarnished.
    â€œVery funny,” Clint said. “This is Deputy Burnett. Thad, this is Luke Short, that’s Heck Thomas, and the funny man is Bat Masterson.”
    â€œWow,” Thad said. “It’s an honor to meet you all.” But at the time his eyes were searching the crowd.
    â€œLookin’ for the bad men?” Bat asked.
    Thad blushed, looked down, and said, “Well . . .”
    â€œHardin is halfway down the bar, Clay Allison is all the way at the end,” Luke said.
    â€œWhere’s Craddock?’ Clint asked.
    â€œWent upstairs with a girl,” Heck said.
    â€œHas Conlon been out?”
    â€œHaven’t seen him,” Bat said.
    â€œWe’re getting on toward dusk,” Clint said. “He better get this thing started soon or he’s going to have a revolt on his hands.”
    â€œHe’s sellin’ a lot of whiskey,” Heck said.
    â€œWhich could be good,” Bat said, “or bad.”
    â€œFor her,” Luke said.
    *   *   *
    Upstairs, the girl, whose name was Delilah, was avidly sucking on what she was thinking of as a killer’s cock.
    Craddock growled as she gobbled his cock, which, despite its size, she was able to take all the way in. She wet it thoroughly, let it pop from her mouth, then took it in again. Then Craddock got into it, moving