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"The Man in Black " The sun hung high in a cloudless sky, the burning orb cast its searing gaze down on the town of Red Rock, the heat radiated through every person who found themselves caught in its gaze. The air crackled with a dry heat, the sounds of distant cicadas singing their plea to the sky, the restless shuffle of horses with their coats glistening with sweat, the murmur of towns folk hustling from building to building to escape the heat. Red Rock, a town that not many knew of, even fewer cared for, but that mattered little to those who call it home. The town’s people were a collection of all types, from the elderly store owners to the ladies of the night at the saloon brothel, there were all types in the town of Red Rock. Clara, a sharp-tongued fare skinned young lady known for her quick wit and curvaceous frame nursed a whiskey at the counter of the saloon bar, the bar keep polished a glass. The saloon pianist played a jaunty tune as a group of halfway drunk miners accompanied by the ladies of the brothel upstairs laughed and cheered in the corner as they played cards. A coach pulling up outside the saloon was the thing that drew Clara’s attention away from finding out what lay at the bottom of her glass. She slowly spun in her stool to face the entrance to the saloon; the coach driver dismounted his seat and opened the door of the vehicle. The figure that emerged from the dark shadows of the coach was a tall, broad individual wearing a black duster, his face obscured by the shadow cast from the brim of his hat as he approached the saloon. As his boot hit the wood of the deck out front of the saloon the heavy sound of the leather sole of his boots hitting the wood was all Clara could hear, for a moment the stranger took all her attention as he entered. After hanging his coat and hat on the provided rack the man in black took a seat at the bar, the stool strained and creaked under the weight of the stranger. “Rudy, you ever see that man in here before?” Clare whispered leaning over the counter to talk to Rudy, the bar keep. “I can’t say one way or another if I have Miss Clara, he seems a might familiar, but I’m not fully certain. He caught your eye has he Miss Clara, someone finally going to get at that old lock box of a heart you have?” Rudy teased her with a jovial chuckle, as he put an arm up to deflect the playful hit from Clara that followed his comment. “No, a little bit curious not often we get new faces in this town, especially new faces that look like that.” The man in black was indeed a sight unfamiliar to the sleepy town of Red Rock, the scars that riddled his forearms visible due to the rolled-up sleeves of the black button down he wore under a black leather vest. The scar adorning the right side of his face and the accompanying eye patch, his worn leather pants that shifted under his chaps as he moved on the stool where he sat, and the dirt covered boots that rest on the foot rail of the bar. All an abnormality in Red Rock, no one dressed in such a way, no one had the need to, the man in black was clearly a man in a gritty line of work. The man in black raised a hand then two fingers making eye contact with Rudy as he did so, the short bar tender walked over and asked, “What’s your pleasure stranger?” The man spoke his voice deep and raspy, it reminded Clara of the low rumble of a herd of cattle in the distance mixed with gravel underfoot, “I’ll have what she’s having, fill her up while you’re at it,” he said gesturing to Clara with two fingers. Clara nodded at him and stood from the stool she was perched upon with a thud as her boots connected with the wooden floor, her dress falling down around her ankles, she walked over to the man in black and took up residence on the stool beside him, she leaned on the bar directing the low cut of her dress in such a way that he could have a pretty view of her breasts as the two talked. “Where did you blow in from, stranger in black?” she asks, taking a sip from her glass. He smiled a crooked smile at her, “No where special, just figured it was time to come on home is all.” He replied after looking away from her and taking a drink from the glass that had found its way to him. “Home, you from Red Rock then?” She said her tone grew low and sultry as she spoke, the man’s attention lingered on the electric light flickering by the mirror behind the bar. “The man who left was, not too certain that same man has come back,” his eyes fell to the glass in front of him as he spun it slowly between his finger and thumb. Clara’s head cocked to the side to better see the mans face, her eyes narrowing trying to put together who he was, “Boone?” she murmured under her breath, the sliver of recognition in her eyes as the pieces fell into place in her mind. “How you been Clara?” he said that crooked smile gracing his features once more as he met her gaze. “Boone, is that really you, truly,” she asked taking his face in her hands and leaning closer to him, “they said you had died.” Boone’s eye drifted closed as he pressed his cheek deeper into her hand, the warmth of her skin soothing the years of sorrow, of pain, of loss. “God, I’ve missed those hands something awful,” he said his voice laced with a twinge of pain. His mind drifted back to decades past when they were nothing more than dumb teenagers doing stupid things. “Come on you fuddy!” the voice of a young Clara no older than eighteen rang out through the woods, “I’m coming I’m coming” the young painless, energy filled voice of Boone called back in response. They were heading to the lake, as they often did to wake up in the morning. Clara was halfway undressed by the time Boone got to the lake side, the ethereal light of the golden hour reflecting off the lake framing the form of the young woman as he arrived, stopping in his tracks at the sight, stunned more than usual. She had always been a beautiful girl but something about that day at the lake, was it the light, the gentle fog rolling over the still surface adding to the other worldly nature of the scene or was it because that was the morning he saw her in a different way. She was no longer just his friend, she had grown to be more than that, she had taken up residence in his mind and refused to leave. “Quit your gawking boy and take those clothes off” she said with that giggle that he had come to hear in his dreams. She did not bother waiting for him and jumped off a rock into the frigid water, the spray of her splash painting a rainbow that hung in the sky. Boone’s eye slowly drifted back open, meeting the eyes he had come to miss more than the relief of water after a long day’s ride in the sun. “God look at those eyes, how long I’ve been waiting to see them again,” he said in a low whisper his right hand coming to rest on her hand that held his face, his thumb softly rubbing the back of her hand. “What took you so long to come back to me?” she asked tears were starting to well in her eyes. “You left without even saying goodbye, what did I do, why did you leave me?” Clara thought back to that day when she went to his house looking for him early in the morning. The knock echoed through the house followed by the creak of the door opening, “Hello, Boone?” The voice of young Clara echoed through the still, silent house; she would look everywhere in the house but found no one. She sat down on the steps leading up to the farmhouse, her mind racing as she wondered where he was, she sat on those steps all day waiting for him to come home, finally, she buried her face in her knees, the sound of soft crying filling the empty silence of the once lively homestead of Boone’s family. He had left, why, he never even said goodbye to her, would she ever see him again? She looked at his marred face, her mind raced with ideas of what could have happened to him all these years, her vision blurred from the tears beginning to flow from her eyes. Boone traced a slow path down her arm with his hand, leaving a phantom touch as he reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek, “No need to shed a tear their ain’t no need for it, there wasn’t a thing you dun wrong, there ain’t nothin you could ever do that would push me away darlin.” His one good eye softened as he looked at her, “I’m sorry it took me all this time to get back to you,” She pulled him closer her lips slamming into his with the passion of years lost to pain and heartache. She broke the kiss, a smack echoing throughout the saloon as Claras hand connected with the side of Boones face, “You dumb boy, don’t you dare leave me ever again, you hear” Boones eye widened in surprise as his hand came to rub the side of his face where a red mark was starting to form. “Yes Ma'am, heard loud and clear, you know that’s the first time you ever kissed me,” He replied a grin playing at his lips as he looked at her. “Oh, shut up you fuddy,” she said her hands grabbing his collar pulling him back into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands gripping the back of his hair. His hands wrapped around her waist the two stood awkwardly from the stools never breaking the kiss. She broke the kiss with a soft pop and whispered softly, “I need you” she followed the plea by jumping onto him wrapping her legs around him. Clara slammed a collection of change on the bar and said, “For a room,” to Rudy between kisses. The two made their way upstairs, Boone supporting Clara as her legs gripped his waist tightly, there was a soft thud as Claras back hit the mattress of the bed. Boone’s lips moved from hers going down her neck softly sucking as he went, the feeling of his warm lips and moist tongue on her skin sent shivers cascading through her body. The wetness started to dampen her breeches as she found herself becoming increasingly aroused, she felt the soft touch of Boone’s fingers as they pealed the material of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. His lips moved down her neck and onto her collarbone as he undid the buttons on the back of her dress holding her close. Clara’s dress quickly found itself on the floor of the room followed in quick succession by her coreset, breeches as well as Boones collection of clothing. Boone was on top of her, his tongue exploring every centimeter of her erect nipple and areola. His fingers roamed her folds as they searched for her clitoris, she let out a loud pleasure filled moan as he found it, his fingers slick with her juices rubbing her. Boone found his mind consumed with a need to pleasure her, to make up all the years they had missed, to give her the pleasure of a thousand days. Boone’s fingers found their way into her entrance coaxing a loud moan from her lips as her hands gripped the comforter of the bed beneath her. “I need you inside me now,” she demanded grabbing his head and pulling him up, their lips once more colliding in a passionate kiss. The throbbing member of Boone pressed against her pelvis before she seized it in her hand and moved to take the long hard member into her mouth coating it in a thick layer of her saliva. Clara bobbed her head up and down on his member slowly, softly sucking as she did, she looked up at him, her eyes wandering over his scar-ridden body. Her mind raced with a need to make up for all that pain, to make him feel enough pleasure to make up for his suffering. The feeling of his saliva coated member as it pierced her entrance caused Clara to let out a loud squeal followed by a moan; her fingers gripped the skin of his back as he began to thrust into her. A soft moan left Boones lips as his breath began to grow more feral and heavier as the two became one, sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room joining with the erotic cacophony of breathing and moaning. The erotic sound only added to the ravenous desire of the two as they fucked, Clara’s hand grabbed his head pulling him down into a kiss, forced to his elbows by her actions. Their bodies forced closer, his member reaching deeper inside her cavern, he went so deep he hit her cervix. As he was forced deeper inside her it caused her to reach orgasm, her body shook her walls tightening around his member which was already on the verge of climax, the extra stimulation put him over the edge as he exploded deep inside her with a moan, the two came in unison moaning into a passionate kiss as he filled her. The two lay together, basking in the afterglow of their encounter, Boone wrapped his arms under her back drawing himself closer to her. He buried his face in Clara’s bountiful breasts, he could hear her heartbeat as he held her, the rhythm of her heart as she settled, her heart rate slowing to a normal rhythm soothing him as he listened. Clara ran her finger through his hair softly massaging his head, “I’ve waited so long to do that with you Boone, after hearing that you were dead, I had resigned myself to the fact I would never be able to.” He looked up at her, you mean, “I’m glad I waited for you to be my first” He said with a smile she shook her head no, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.” He looked up at her through her breasts, “you thought I was dead you ain’t go to feel guilty for movin on with your life,” Clara pulled him gently into a kiss, “I love you Boone,” He smiles, “I love you too Clara.”

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