..”I didn’t get to hear the rest of what he said. Between his whiny tone, and all of my family needing me to do every fucking thing for them while... complaining the entire time that I wasn’t doing it the way they wanted me to, I’d had it.Like I said, I cracked.Before he knew what was happening, I had snatched the belt out of Carver’s hand, pulling it free of the couple of belt loops he’d worked it through, causing his trousers – threadbare, and much too large for him, as they were hand-me-downs. Get going as soon as you can. When this is all over, I'll make sure you get a ride south and home."Thanks, Marshal."These men were so quiet, I didn't hear them move. Occasionally I could glimpse a shadow pass in front of the dim campfires. I figured fifteen minutes and most would have followed my instruction. If not, too bad. Now was the tricky part. I directed the ranchers into a half circle just across the crick. They had some cover and out of the light from the outlaw campfire.I was ready. " She glanced around at the short order cook. "I finish in half an hour." I nodded. "Fine. I'll be in the lot. The Lincoln."Sure enough in 30 minutes there she was, hustling across the lot in her short waitresing skirt, with a jacket pulled over her head against the rain. I pushed the passenger door open, and watched as she slid in. Her skirt rode up high enough to show me a flash of pale skin above stockings. I was going to enjoy this. "Throw your jacket in the back, let me see you." I let me. But I complied with her command and lowered by hands to my side. Then I felt her hands slide up both of my thighs until they reached their intended target. I stuttered at the feeling of anticipation, stimulation and sheer excitement as her tender little hands found my cock, my balls and two fists full of pubic hair. I sucked in a breath through my clinched teeth and my knees started to buckle. Her eyes never left mine until she looked directly at my swelling cock just inches in front of her.