Come Hither, Cowboy

An excerpt from Come Hither, Cowboy

"Step back, Clem! This is between me and him!"

"Stop it!" Evie screamed, clutching her blouse to her naked body.

Clem still stood between Cap and Harry. "Put it away, Cap!"

"Caspar, stop it!" his sister screamed, but Cap kept waving the pistol around, looking for an opening between Clem and Harry. Harry stumbled back, covering his privates with this dungarees, but his mass of cock hair peeked out, as yellow as the shock of hair on his head.

"I told you to stay away from her, you mangy dog!" Cap shouted. Evie rushed to him, leaving her clothes behind, and tried to trap his gun arm. "Let me go!" He shook her off, and she fell on her naked backside.

Cap pointed his gun at Harry and squeezed off a round over his head. That made Clem duck aside, leaving Harry open—naked and vulnerable.

"Stop!" she screamed again, and leaped up at him. Cap shot again, but this time, Evelyn was in front of him, naked and vulnerable herself. She screamed as the pistol barked and fell to the dusty ground.

Everyone froze. Evie lay back, looking up, clutching a red, gushing wound in her belly. "Shit! Oh, shit!" Harry squawked. And he turned and ran.

Evie lay gurgling on the ground, legs splayed lewdly, hair splashed wildly around her face. "You killed her! Jesus, Cap, you killed Evie!" Clem cried.

"Shutup! Shutup! It don't matter! She was a whore!" But he tossed the gun aside anyway and turned away.

Clem scrambled to her, cradled her naked body in his arms, her head against his chest. "Don't you fuckin' touch my sister!" Cap screamed.

"Jesus, Cap, she's dyin'!" Clem cried, the tears streaming down his red face.