He didn’t have the passion to be moved by anything enough to write about it. He felt tired, old, the world weariness that he felt the day he drove i...nto the country and stopped at Luke’s Bar and Grill was now dominating his days. He still thought about Wendy, remembered her passion and talent, then the pain of her disappearing from his life made him want to shove the thought of her away, but he couldn’t. Her face and angelic smile kept appearing. He knew he still loved poetry and hoped he would. Keith and Sam were both on guard duty that day, and both happened to be near the rear of the train, though on opposite sides. Based on their experience in fighting Comanches, they both decided that an attack was their best defense. Each one took on the attackers on his or her side of the train.Keith rode around to the back of the dune on his side of the train and looked up. He saw 17 men hunkered down and firing over the top of the dune. A man would shoot from a kneeling position, back up a few. "How are you, Doc?"Her lashes fluttered as she turned towards me when I closed and locked the door. Without waiting, she leaned up on tiptoes and pursed her lips, waiting for me to kiss her.I slipped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight enough she would know my cock was throbbing for her. She smiled and let out a long sigh as she felt it pressed into her tummy.My hands raced along her sides as she squirmed to my deep probing kiss. Maggie's hands rubbed up and down my arms and. He smelled amazing, having just showered after a work out. I laid there for at least an hour, imagining the moves I would make and touching my hard dick and bumhole. Finally I worked up the nerve, he had turned over to be on his back, I reached over and tugged at the waistband of his trunks. To my surprise his head popped out and he was rock hard! Must have been having a good dream! I touched his head with one finger and awaited a startled awakening and subsequent freak out. But it didnt.