Christmas In July

I’m just a simple guy who grew up in a family that switched from raising cattle to raising Christmas Trees. All my youth my family got real big into the Christmas Spirit. My maternal grandmother always decorated the entire house on Thanksgiving Day as we’d watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and that evening the entire family would gather for dinner at either of the sets of grandparents. My paternal grandparents would decorate the first of December, papa with his silver tree and monster blue and white bulbs inside and out. As a teenager and young adult I’d convince my folks into allowing me to do fireworks in the Colonial Virginia tradition as our family had been among the Jamestown settlers and help build our great nation. Ahh the innocence of youth.

As the entire family were members of the local volunteer fire/ems things could suddenly get put on hold when a call came through. The week of Thanksgiving the department would help the town by putting the decorations up and down Main Street and even the monster Blue Spruce on the old courthouse lawn before they cut it down after a bad ice storm. The first Saturday of December the department would hold its annual Christmas Dinner for all the firemen and families and the kids would anxiously await the arrival of Santa on the back of the old 1931 fire truck. As the years rolled by I think half the guys on the department ended up as Santa at some point. I usually got out of that as I was in the Sparky outfit helping Santa hand out presents, I got to hand out the gag gifts to the firemen and ladies auxiliary.

As the years progressed at the tree farm we would spend 10 months out of the year tending the trees, mowing, spraying to protect them for harmful insects in spring. Summer was sheering season when it was 90+ outside and sweat pouring from every pore. The fall we’d continue spraying to prevent any bugs from being around when they were harvested and from entering people’s homes. Around early November we’d begin the harvest depending on the need of our customers who were wholesale produce haulers that delivered the trees all over. Once the harvest ended around mid December we’d take a few weeks off before cleanup in the fields and then Spring planting would begin and the routine all over.

As tasking as this was for us we all enjoyed it knowing our trees would bring some city dweller a fresh live tree as they seldom if ever got to see one in its natural environment. That is until both of my paternal grandparents had passed away, then a few years later my maternal grandmother who always brought the spirit of the season to life more than anyone I knew. After her passing my passion for the season began to dwindle. My young niece and nephews began to get older and the joys of the fireworks launching in the cold of night (even the occasional snow storm didn’t stop me) seemed to dwindle and my disgust with the ever increasing greed of retailers and families hell bent to out do each other on who could give the most gifts in quantity and costs made me sick.

By the time I was thirty even the joys of raising the trees had began to dwindle and we finally talked dad into the fact it was time to begin retiring the farm as the demand for live Christmas Trees was also dwindling as many municipalities were issuing ordinances prohibiting the use of live trees due to safety concerns. Needless to say the former Santa’s helper turned into a combination of Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch, that is till I met Mark.

Mark was ten years my junior when we met, he was 25 and I was 35. He was six foot two, dark hair, green eyes and a smile that could melt the most stone chiseled scowl. His chest was smooth and well chiseled with a small patch of light fur running a pinky width down to his fuzzy tummy. He always wore skin tight shirts and snug fitting pants or shorts that left nothing to the imagination hugging his eight and a half inches and bubble butt.

When we met it was late fall and were introduced by a mutual friend. Mark worked in the entertainment industry and I was drug along to a show that he was in. I was mesmerized by his performance and as a result my friends introduced us and although we didn’t start dating we did keep in touch. As I was working in the retail industry at the time the holidays hit early and my schedule kept me from talking to him much and I think the picked up on My revulsion of the greed and hipe as people had forgotten all about the meaning of the season. Mark seemed to understand all too well himself as his family was Jewish.

We finally began dating after the first of the year and really hit it off well. We would eventually start doing almost everything together and even agreed to a meet the parents, well his anyway as mine are too homophobic to even consider me a part of the family since I came out after my grandmother’s passing.

My birthday was approaching which is close to the end of July. We decided since I had vacation time that we would head to the mountains for camping. Mark chose to surprise me and picked me up from work where we would head directly to the gay campground we enjoyed. At “The Ranch” there was everything from primitive tent sites (what we like to do) to cabins, a bunkhouse and guest rooms along with spots for camper and the long term seasonal RV spots. There was the pool with a swim up bar out in the middle, two hot tubs, steam room, dry sauna, massage therapist, camp store and recreation hall, dance hall with full service bar. Then there was the “Barn”.

The Ranch had originally been a working cattle farm dating back to the 1850’s and had seen tragedy according to folklore. Sometime during the War Between the States Yankee troops were foraging the area and the farmer confronted them as they were stealing his last milk cow and they shot him in the back killing him leaving two small children. Then after the war the older boy shoved the little sister out the open door of the upper barn loft killing her. The widow out of grief killed the boy before taking her own life. Although the old barn was the only building still standing it had been converted into a play area with different environments, a dungeon in the lower cellar, bondage on the main floor and the upper loft as a “dark room”. From time to time apparitions would be seen around the barn giving it that eerie feel at night.

Mark and I arrived at The Ranch later Friday afternoon where I discovered that instead of our usual tent site he had changed the reservation to a plush guest room for my birthday. Unknown to me this wasn’t the the only surprise he had in store for me. It turned out the weekend theme was Christmas in July and the 25th was on Saturday.

Everywhere we saw Christmas decorations throughout the camp as The Ranch often gave out prizes for special weekend events including best themed campsite. Some of the seasonal guys had their RV’s decked to the nines including a few with string lights synchronized to holiday music. It was fun even though Mr Scrooge was in town, yet camping always seemed to soften me up in someways and hornier than usual in other ways. Mark and I didn’t hesitate to look and drool over the hot bodies running around naked, however we only played together when we wanted a bit of spice to keep things interesting in our relationship.

Friday night at the dance hall an announcement was made that a very special Christmas show and pageant was going to be held with a special surprise ending and everyone needed to be there. The pageant part had been a regular thing for special event weekends so that wasn’t a surprise. Anyone wishing to participate in the pageant was told three parts. Best Santa’s helper, best Toy, and best reindeer. I just looked at Mark and stated “this could get very interesting quick tomorrow night, should we join in? After all we won 2nd place last year for Halloween when we dressed as Smurfs.” Mark just shrugged and we went back to our drinks.

As things wound down in the dance hall we went back to our room and changed into our leather gear and strolled down to the barn. I wanted to get Mark into the mood to make me his bitch that night and let the others watch him put me in the Saint Andrews X and plow me hard in the stockade and sling. Heck I was soo horny by that point I was willing to let him share me if he desired.

We reached the barn and found it packed with hot and horny men everywhere. In one corner of the bondage area guys were skull fucking several guys on their knees while being pounded from behind. In another the sling had guys lined up waiting to plow a hot twink that was blindfolded laying there with cum dripping from his ass while his playmate stood watch. The opposite corner the St Andrew’s X was the scene of a muscle stud wearing a black hood being flogged. Downstairs in the dungeon area several guys were chained up with their cocks and balls bound and straining for release as the dungeon masters slowly tortured them in various ways.

We went back upstairs to the bondage floor and found the padded bench was free. As Mark took me by my harness he led me to it and bound me with my head down and my arms and hands secured by the straps. He then went to work strapping my feet so that my ass was in the air and at the perfect height for easy access. He left my jockstrap on and went to town eating my ass with a vengeance. “Oh gawd Mark yes that feels amazing, please don’t stop,” I cried out as his tongue drive deeper and deeper.

Mark continued exploring my hungry ass as his hands reached up underneath me and teased my straining cock in the jockstrap making me ooze precum by the bucket it seemed. By this time several guys had gathered around us with their cocks out stroking as they watched. This turned us both on even more as they were longing to join us. Most of the guys we knew well enough and had played with before at camp. Mark then pulled out his eight inch hog and slowly began to fuck me making me moan with intense pleasure as he knew I could do nothing but take it.

The next thing I knew I had a nice thick seven incher being fed into my throat, I couldn’t see the face but I recognized the lucky charm tattoos like bookends for his trimmed pubes. As lucky charm feed me Mark increased his rhythm forcing deeper and deeper, resulting in me taking Lucky further down my throat hitting my gag reflex with each thrust. The others stood around stroking their cocks watching the show. Just before Mark blew his load, Lucky blasted a hot load deep down my throat as i struggled to swallow every drop. As his cries of ecstasy joined those of others in the room I could feel Mark’s cock swelling ready to blast off unleashing a torrent of warm seed up my ass, a feeling I would enjoy forever. At the same time the others watching us began shooting all over my face showering me in warm cream.

Mark released me from my bondage led me to the stockade next where he secured me once again. As my legs were fairly numb from the intensity of the bench, I was a bit weak in the knees. However this didn’t stop him from giving me another ass eating tasting his own cum before giving me another intense pounding as others stood and stroked to the scene. This time as I felt his massive hose swell he stopped and took me and forcefully slide me in the sling securing me like the pro he was.

Mark’s well rehearsed movements ensured a scene that could rival the best porn flicks. Again his tongue worked it’s magic on my ass as he pulled my cock out of the Jockstrap pouch and as his fingers worked my hole his tongue nearly made me cum instantly in his throat. However he could sense I was close and kept me from blowing my load. Again Lucky Charm appeared above my face as he stroked dripping his precum onto my face mixing with the cum from the others earlier as he watched Mark take to plowing me harder than before as I swung back and forth to the sound of the chains rattling. Lucky leaned in and sucked my nipples as his shaft teased my lips causing me to lick it as best I could. Before long he was blasting another hot load as I tried to lick every drop as it mixed with the loads of two other dudes that couldn’t last any longer as Mark blew his precious seed deep inside me till my ass dropped with his cum.

After a few moments we regained ourselves and left the barn, my ass still dripping as Mark licked my face and neck clean of the cum shower I had received. We had brought our shower bags with us as many guys often did and went straight to the shower and cleaned up. After some shower fun where i rimmed Mark good and sucked him off for a third load, we deposited our gear in our room and gravitated to the hot tubs to relax. There several guys were talking about tomorrow’s show and pageant and what they planned on doing for it.

The next day arrived (the 25th) and it was business as usual, pool, hiking, socializing, etc. However late in the day Mark excused himself as I took a nap. I didn’t mind and figured he was going back to the pool. Later that evening we stepped into the camp store as we wanted to pick up a few snacks and check out any new toys and clothing they had gotten in. The clerk asked if we were participating in the pageant and I said no. However he looked at Mark and grinned. I looked to see Mark with a cat that ate the canary look.

Night fell and the evening activities began as the dance hall began to fill up with guys all decked out for the pageant. At ten o’clock the DJ announced the show was starting. The first category was the Best Toy. Several guys appeared on stage dressed as toy soldiers, baby dolls, teddy bears, and etc. the winner was a hot young twink scantily clad in a toy soldier - less uniform and only a jock strap, red vest, soldiers cap and toy musket. After he was awarded his prize he vanished behind stage, then came the Santa’s Helper. Once again several guys dressed Elves appeared and all wearing sexy outfits, again the winner disappeared behind stage. The reindeer contest began and a good dozen guys appeared, wearing very little other than some antler headpieces, and more than one with a red nose. The winner and runner up also vanished behind stage. The entire show Mark was now where to be seen which made me uneasy wondering what he was up to.

As the MC finished up his spill the music switched to a upbeat tune and the MC broke in “Gentlemen, Gentlemen Guess what we just spotted outside!” As everyone started cat calling about Santa the MC replied “you guessed it and that’s not all! Santa asked for Scott Keith to step up.” Needless to say I was taken aback with this and slowly worked my way to the stage. “Scott, Santa said you’ve been a very good boy this year and that tomorrow was you birthday and he has a very special prize for you. Now close your eyes, no peeking!”

I embarrassingly did so as the DJ pulled up “Santa Clause is Coming to Town”. Next thing I hear slowly bells and “Ho Ho Ho” and a whip snapping. I open my eyes to find Mark in the Sexiest Santa outfit ever; a Santa cap with red velvet jockstrap and matching harness all trimmed in white fur. He is being pulled on a sleigh by the two sexy reindeer with the Santa’s Helper leading them, all dressed in red and green harnesses and matching g-strings. Suddenly “Happy Birthday” erupted as I was stripped down by the Santa’s helpers and crowned Mr Clause 2018. At that instant Mark took me by the hand and dropped to his knee as he pulled a tiny box from his jockstrap. Opening it up he said “Scott you mean the world to me and these past few years together I felt this would be the perfect way to melt Scrooge’s Heart of Stone. Will you marry me?” Instantly my heart double in size as tears rolled down my cheeks as I said “Yes! yes! yes! Mark I’ll marry you!” Turning to the cheering crowd “And everyone of you wonderful guys are invited”

Yes instead of going to the barn again, we retired to our room. I took Mark in my arms kissing him a renewed passion as I caressed his sweet body all over. “I’m yours now and forever baby. Your wish is my command Scott.” As I slowly worked my way down his neck his moans made me hornier and hornier. As I began nipping his hard nipples his hands caressed and teased my own nipples make my cock throb. I worked his velvet jockstrap down with my bare teeth as my fingers played with his bubble butt and began licking the length of his throbbing pole. “Please fuck me Scott, I want you inside me tonite!”

I slowly turned him around and bent him forward slightly as I dove in nibbling his sweet buns as the straps from the jockstrap framed his beautiful ass, working my way to his winking rosebud. As I drove my tongue in and out in an intricate dance his moans of pleasure grew to pleads for more. After what seemed and eternity I rose and spit lubed my cock as I slowly inserted it. Making Mark beg for more and more till I was full in. Slowly pumping in and out withdrawing each time till the head was barely inside I’d slam it deep and hard as his pleasure grew as did mine. I kept up the rhythm till I was close and flipped him over onto the bed and pulled his legs over my shoulders I leaned in kissing him as my cock continued to grind away.

We changed positions for comfort several times as I continued plowing not just my boyfriend but now as my fiancée. Finally I had him on his back one last time with his knees and legs pinned agains this sexy chest. Suddenly without even touching his throbbing cock he began shooting thick ropes of cum that splatters his chest, face and even the wall beside the bed. This pushed me over the edge as I filled his sweet warm hole with a massive load. Not pulling out I collapsed on top of him keeping his legs pinned as I licked his sweet cum from his sweaty body and sweet angelic face.

When we got home the next day I found a fresh Christmas tree already decorated in the house. As I examined it I suddenly realized the decorations were those my grandparents had used when I was a kid. A note was attached “Happy Birthday from mom and dad. We hope you’ll finally bring Mark home to meet us. This was his idea and we agreed thinking what a wonderful way to celebrate your new life together”

The Bandit

Texas, 1876

A little over fifteen years and the War Between The States has ended and cattle rustlers and roaming gangs were ripe throughout the country west of Mississippi River. Texan cattle ranchers hard pressed by the taxes imposed still by the government to pay for the war that took soo many fathers, brothers and sons still found themselves with massive herds of the hardy breed of Longhorn cattle that adapted well to the harsh western bad lands. Many great herd had already been driven north to where the railroads were for eastern markets as well as new ranches springing up all over.

Rick was the son of one of these Texan ranchers. After his father seriously wounded and most of his men had been killed by a gang of former soldiers during a cattle drive he chose to join the Texas Rangers once his father recovers and resumed the day to day operations. Rick himself had served with General Hood’s Texas Division during the War reaching the rank of Captain having enlisted in 1862 at the age of sixteen having lied about his age. His father had served with General Sam Houston during the Texas Revolution and again during the American-Mexican War before about the time he was born.

Now at the age of thirty he was once again the Captain of a Ranger Company. Rick had a dark complexion, green eyes, brown hair made light from the intense Texas sun standing a hulking six foot three inches he stood as a giant among his compatriots. His company comprised of some twenty men of different backgrounds and ages, of which half served with him during the war. An outlaw by the name of William Jones, aka Calico Bill had been terrorizing the cattle drives moving through the state heading for Kansas along the Chisholm Trail. Calico Bill was also notorious for stage holdups and an occasional bank job.

Rick’s company had been ordered to bring the outlaws to justice dead or alive after word arrived of another stage ambush. Days drug into weeks as they searched the region thought to hide the outlaw gang. Many times stumbling upon a hastily abandoned camp and even a straggler here and there that had been wounded during skirmishes with Ranger Scouts. The prisoners would often offer up information in lieu for leniency, at which time Rick would dispatch a Ranger(s) to escort the prisoner(s) to the nearest jail.

Eventually over several months of hard trailing Rick’s company had rounded up or killed all but Calico Bill himself. His company reduced significantly from shootouts with the outlaws and the occasional run in with hostile Injuns to just Rick and Sergeant Davis whom had been seriously wounded by a Comanche arrow and which Rick left with a farmer to tend as he continued one alone into the Indian Territory after his foe.

After two weeks Rick learned that Calico had back tracked and slipped into Louisiana and out of his jurisdiction. Not to be undone by this he set out in pursuit taking passage on a riverboat along the Red River following the trail of his nemesis into Louisiana. One day he was about to give in and chose to stay at a small hotel half way to New Orleans. After sending a telegraph to the Rangers’ HQ with and update of his pursuit the clerk advised that all the rooms were full, however if he didn’t mind sharing a room he did have one bunk left. Without hesitation Rick agreed and shown to his room and his horse taken to the livery stable across the street.

Rick decided since the bath house was still open that he’d get a hot bath, something he hadn’t had in a long time of trailing his quarry. Soaking in the hot tub of water Rick was left alone by the attendant and chose to stroke himself using the suds to glide up and down. About that time another dust ridden cowpoke wandered in and began to undress and occupy the adjacent tub. Rick didn’t recognize the stranger at first yet he seemed somewhat familiar. The stranger was of average height with dark hair and blue eyes starring out through the layer of trail grime. He was well toned with a light dusting of fur that was barely noticeable until it tapered down a narrow treasure trail to a mass of dark pubic hair that surrounded a massive eight inch cock and low hanging balls that needed draining.

The stranger smiled as he eased into his hot tub of soapy water and the attendant assisted him with the towels and soap just as he had for Rick and left the two alone. Rick introduced himself leaving off that he was a Texas Ranger. The stranger looked at him and grinned, “you don’t recognize me do ya Cap? It’s me Corporal William Jackson.” “You gotta be kidding me, last time I saw you was back in ‘64 when we got ambushed by that Yank patrol and you got knocked off your horse and vanished.” The two men continued catching up on events and discovered Jackson had been captured and held as POW up north for the duration.

“I noticed you were stroking when I came in Cap, don’t let that stop you on my account as I need to do the same. Besides I saw you checking me out as I undressed.,” Jackson chimed lowly. “I have to confess, I had always thought you were sexy as hell,” he continued grinning at Rick who was rock hard. Before they knew it the attendant returned and advised their time was up and they dried off admiring each other’s physique. As they walked out of the bath house they stepped over to the hotel, “this is where I’m staying tonite Rick chimed. “So am I,” came the reply as they started up the stairs to their rooms. Stopping at the front desk for their keys the clerk looked at Rick and said “Well Captain I see you met your roommate.” The pair looked at each other and smiled as they took the key telling the clerk they had served together in the war before going up stairs.

Upon reaching the door Rick looked at Jackson to see his eyes were focused down low. Opening the door he allowed Jackson in first and as soon as the door closed behind them found himself in Jackson’s embrace and his lips pressed tight against his own. Without delay the pair began undressing each other with a rabid passion, their lips not releasing unless necessary.

The room was dimly lit from the open window and the single lamp turned down low on the dressing table next to the wash basin. As Rick pulled Jackson’s shirt over his head he stopped and held it in place as he began nibbling his neck and slowly worked his way down to his nipples making Jackson moan loudly as he bit down on em one at a time. Keeping the shirt over Jackson’s head and blindfolded somewhat he continued down into his pubes and buried his face as he licked the length of his cock and balls. The moans grew louder as Rick moved to the v-line where his crotch met his inner thighs. Continuing to to tease Rick slowly worked his way up Jackson’s torso until he reached his lips once again planting them firmly.

Without a spoken word Jackson returned the favor as he eased Rick onto one of the worn out bed as the creaking springs gave under their weight. The thin walls it was hard to not hear every moan and every spring as they explored each other head to toe. Fortunately only the clerk downstairs knew they were in the same room and he had closed up for the night and departed. The other guests were either still out at the saloons or bordello down the street.

Jackson took Rick's throbbing cock into his hungry mouth as he looked up as if seeking approval from Rick only to find Rick’s eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head as he moaned louder with every inch being sucked down. Jackson worked the massive meat slowly at first like a kid with a new stick of rock candy. He engorged himself to the point of gagging but didn’t let that stop him from savoring every delicious inch as Rick’s pre-cum oozed by the bucket it seemed. At the same time Jackson was toying a nipple with one hand as the other cupped Rick’s balls and teased his prostrate making him buck and lift his hips forcing his cock deeper as Jackson gasped for air, pulling off as he felt Rick’s massive load draw closer and closer to exploding.

Once the sensation eased off Rick pulled Jackson up settling his ass over his face and began probing him with his tongue. As if a master artist creating a new work of art, Rick’s tongue dashed and dabbed and licked its way all over his right hole driving deeper and deeper as Jackson’s moans filled the room before plunging himself back down on Rick’s aching cock that was oozing like a volcano. As Rick continued to eat Jackson’s ass, he could feel Jackson’s own hog leg oozing onto his chest begging to be released. Without hesitation Rick pulled Jackson’s cock into his throat where he massaged the fine cut of beef with his throat muscles just as his tongue had done to his ass. All he could hear was “Mmmmfffff, Mmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff!” With that he knew Jackson was gonna blow and as if a signal had been given drunken cowboys let loose a tirade of gunshots in the streets which sent both men blowing massive amounts of man seed down each other’s throats, the noise muffling their loud moans.

Not wanting to stop both kept sucking the cock in his mouth slightly before they collapsed in each other’s arms. Jackson whispered “I have wanted to do this since we first met when the war broke out.” Rick was flattered, “I wish I had known back then, things would be a lot different. I’d have searched heaven and earth to find you after that ambush.” “Well Cap, now that you’ve found me what do you want to do with me,” he grinned. “As soon as we regain our strength a bit I’m gonna plow that sweet ass till you wish you were breaking a wild mustang! After that you’re gonna do the same to me stud.” Within minutes Rick was making good on his promise.

Rick didn’t hesitate to push Jackson back onto the bed pulling his ankles up around his shoulders as he eased his cock slowly into Jackson’s eager hole. “Please don’t be gentle Cap”, Jackson said looking up into Rick’s eyes with a grin. With that said Rick plunged in balls deep and began plowing away making both men moan and groan with ease thrust in and out. Slowly picking up speed Rick pushed Jackson’s legs further and further to his chest drawing his impaled ass even higher where he could pound harder and deeper. By the point neither of them cared who could hear their moans as the rickety bed squeaked with every thrust.

As Rick felt himself getting close he slowed down and pulled back till just the Head was inside Jackson’s ass. Carefully he rolled Jackson onto his side lifting one leg over his shoulder as he fucked him with Jackson’s legs spread like a wishbone as he drove him wild. Once again just before he blew he carefully repositioned Jackson onto all fours, still keeping his cock impaled in his ass.

Jackson was seeing stars as the pounding seemed to never cease as he’d never felt such sensations before that night. Just when he thought Rick was done he found himself in an even more intense situation as Rick leaned in drawing a sheet rolled up into a makeshift bridle as he drove in even harder than before as if riding a bucking bronco. After what had to be a good hour or more Rick let out a war hoot blowing what felt like a gallon of warm jizz deep inside. Rick didn’t pull out but instead collapsed onto Jackson’s back whispering “Your turn to ride me cowboy”. Needless to say Jackson didn’t hesitate and quickly flipped places with Rick

The next morning came and the pair awoke to the sun peeking into their room. As they got dressed they tossed the unused bed to make it look slept in before finishing dressing. As Jackson was digging through his bedroll for a fresh outfit Rick noticed several Calico shirts. The exact same shirts Calico Bill was known to wear. However suspicious Rick was he himself often wore the same type of shirts as did just about half the male population. As Rick dressed his badge fell to the floor with a ding. Quickly snatching it up Rick thought he had concealed his being a ranger, however Jackson did see it and stayed silent.

The pair made their way downstairs hoping no one had taken note of the racket they had made all night. The clerk was the same old fella that had been there the night before. Giving them a sly crooked grin and a wink as the pair departed toward the diner across the street for breakfast. Obviously it wasn’t the first time for the old codger and knew how to keep a secret.

As they ate breakfast, Jackson slipped into the conversation “I know Rick that you’re a Ranger, I’ve known for a long time now, there’s no need to hide it from me.” Rick nearly choked on the steak he was eating. Jackson continued, “I even know you’ve been trailing Calico Bill for several weeks too and that all your men have turned back with members of his gang and you’re here in Louisiana on your own and have practically given up the search. How come?”

Rick was dead silent for a few moments as he gathered his bearings again. “Well Jackson, I know exactly who Calico Bill is and where he’s at. At first I didn’t until a few weeks ago I caught glimpse of him through the binoculars as he was looking back galloping away after the last encounter with his gang. At that moment I knew exactly who he was as I had served along side of him in the war and thought he was dead.” Jackson became very still and almost turned white as a sheet as Rick continued. “I know the things you’ve done as Calico Bill, and the only reason I followed you here was that here I have no jurisdiction and hoped I could find you and ask you to give up the bandit ways and join me on my ranch, since no one ‘alive still’ can possibly identify you as the bandit you’re welcome to be my equal on the ranch, heck we could both just up and start a new life farther away from Texas together if you choose”. Jackson could only grin a mile wide and whispered in Rick’s ear his response.

The last anyone saw of the two they were boarding a river boat headed to New Orleans