The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(153)

First of all, I have the unhappy news of letting you know that Big Dave Butler was killed (murdered) only a few months after the two of you left. Junior, I know that you (like myself) had great respect for Dave, and I want to let you know that his death did not go unavenged, as I myself brought Doc Dawson to justice and collected the reward for his capture, dead or alive.

Finally, the biggest reason for my letter is this, Junior: Tyson Abrams is causing serious trouble in the county. Two other men have married matches from the matchmaker—myself included—and he is doing everything he can to make life hell for us. We are at a loss for solutions, so I am forced to turn to you. If there is any way you can come back for a short time, you are the only one who can control this animal.

I hope you can come. Please let me know,

Coleman S. Darby (Dandy)

“So what do you think, baby?” Junior asks Ruth.

“I think that we need to go back.”

“What?” Junior asks, surprised.

“Yes…we should go back, so that you can help your friends deal with this,” she answers. “It’s only right.”

“You know what?” Junior asks her.

“What?”

“That’s what I love about you.”

“What?”

“How you have such a well-developed sense of what is and is not the right thing to do,” he says, moving in to kiss her. The taste of his lips causes her to quiver, and she discovers that she is incredibly aroused by the sexy form of her husband standing before her, wrestling with a difficult decision.

Instead of pulling away when Junior does, she instead locks her hands behind his neck, and keeps him bent over to kiss her. A moment later, she sighs and removes her hand from behind his neck, and replaces it on his manhood which is throbbing with desire just as her slit becomes so moist that her desire for him becomes too great.

Within seconds, Junior has lifted her simple prairie dress over her head, and she stands naked before him. She quickly falls to her knees, and undoes his belt-buckle, quickly freeing his pulsating shaft. She immediately begins to lick and suck at the tip of his member, moistening him while also working herself to a climax on her own.

Junior lets out an almighty grunt, and the juice of his orgasm fills Ruth’s mouth, and forces its way down her throat, arousing her all the more. She continues to abrade his organ with her tongue until every drop of ejaculation has escaped him. She stands up, and turns her back to him, rubbing his still firm dagger with her hips and rear. He firmly takes control of the situation, and inserts himself into her soaking cavern from the rear, not allowing her the chance to relax on the bed while he pleasures her. He quickly settles into rhythm, slipping in and out of her channel, drenching himself with her juices with every plunge. He reaches around and squeezes gently on the nubs of her breasts, eliciting moans from his lover while he gently kisses her on the back of her shoulder. Within a minute, her legs are shaking violently and Junior has to hold her in an upright position as the power of her orgasm suspends her ability to stand on her own accord.

After they have both enjoyed the fruits of their efforts with one another, they walk to their bed, and continue loving each other until well into the evening. The next day, Junior sent Dandy a telegram saying that he was coming.

Chapter 3

The Black Notebook

Tyson is sitting at the bar in the Hanged Man, the saloon in Atoka in Northwest Coleman County. He has no desire to go home to his wife, Emily, and it is likely that she has no desire for him to come home either. No, instead, Tyson is sitting in the Hanged Man, waiting for his contact to arrive with some more information, definitively linking Sandra Ammor to at least one of the matches that has been made.

Tyson is unsure exactly his contact has had with the men that the matchmaker has set up with Eastern women, but he does know for sure that she has had extensive contact with at least one of the men: Dandy Darby.

Sally is a pretty, black former slave woman who has lived the life of a prostitute ever since she was a young woman, and until Sarah Anne Tarter arrived in Coleman on the train, she was Dandy’s main supplier of sexual trysts. This, of course, was because Dandy did not think he was ever supposed to marry, and as such, he made use of Sally and the other whores, who congregated around the walls of the Hanged Man in an attempt to provide for themselves.

Tyson is on his fifth beer when he feels a tap at his shoulder, and he turns to see Sally standing there, wearing a fine scarlet dress ornamented by many different feathers, creating a very appealing effect against her caramel skin.

“Hello, Tyson,” she said, walking up to him, to which Tyson grunted a reply. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I s’pose so,” he answered with the air of a man disgusted by the woman to his left. He does not look up from the tall mug of beer that he is sipping on.

“What’ll you have, Sally,” The bartender, Travis, asked, sidling up to her.

“A shot of whiskey, Travis,” she answered, flashing him a smile of perfect teeth.

“Coming up,” Travis answered before walking down the bar to get a bottle of whiskey for her.

“So, what do you have to tell me?” Tyson asked, still not looking at the prostitute.

“Well, I know who the matchmaker is, and how she has been doing this.”

“I know who the matchmaker is, so what makes you think that you have anything that can help me?”