The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(160)

“Whatever, *! Your wife is a whore, his wife is a whore, and his wife is a whore!” Tyson yells, thoroughly deranged and pointing at Junior, Dandy, and Dwight in turn.

“Fine. Our wives are whores,” Junior says, the smile never leaving his lips. “And you are a hypocritical pig who parades about how holy he is because you are an elder at the church. Well guess what? I got you your job with the county, and the only reason that you are in a position of power with the church is because I allowed it. Right Preacher?” he asks a man who had been sitting in the corner the entire time. “You knew that I was against his appointment as an elder, didn’t you? Well here is why…I had to fire him as a way to try and save him…he has been beating his wife, screwing every prostitute in the county…and his daughter, Elizabeth too!”

The silence in the room was palpable as Tyson Abrams stared Junior in the face. The seconds stretched into days as he sized Junior up, and then he finally lost his composure and lunged at Junior, screaming some kind of war cry, “euarrrrrrrrrghhhh!!!!” but when he got within arm’s reach of Junior, he was met full force by Junior’s right hand, dropping him to the floor, unconscious. The room around them was covered by an audible silence, until Junior himself broke it.

“Folks, these men,” he began, gesturing toward Dandy and Dwight, “these men just want what we all want. They want to live their lives peaceably and to raise their families. Dwight was married for many years to Amanda, a woman from Coleman County like the rest of us. Dandy has lived here his whole life, and rid this county of Doc Dawson, the criminal. Do not let yourselves be taken in to believe something that goes agains what you know to be true. They aren’t whoremongers…well, not any more at least,” he said winking at Dandy, who was widely known as a playboy before Sarah Anne came along. “These are good men. You know it, I know it, and God knows it. Don’t give yourselves over to madmen like Tyson Abrams. Give yourselves to God, who is the just judge. Who sees the heart, and separates the sheep from the goats.”

After the scene at the Hanged Man, Dandy had the distinct pleasure of arresting Tyson Abrams…and locking him up in the Atoka Lockup, just as he had wanted. Sarah Anne gave birth to a little boy, who they named after Dandy’s former employer and the former owner of their ranch. The little boy was named “Junior Parker Darby.”

Dandy went on to become sheriff of Coleman County, and winning no less than seventeen quick draws against outlaws while riding with the Rangers in that capacity. He retired undefeated at the age of fifty-six, and wrote his memoirs.

Dwight Butler and Pauline went back to Voss, where they were named Junior Darby’s godparents, and they helped Dandy and Sarah Anne to raise him up. Dwight’s daughter by Amanda, Emily, married a man who performed quick draw demonstrations for the rodeo, and they traveled all across Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, and Oklahoma doing demonstrations. Dwight lived another fifteen years, when he died of a heart attack, and he was buried between Amanda and Pauline, his two wives.

Junior and Ruth returned to Nebraska, where they finally conceived a child together, three years after Tyson was arrested. They gave birth to a young girl, naming her after Junior’s mother, Annabelle. She went on to marry a Mr. Trevor Thomson in Nebraska, and he was elected to the state legislature.

Sally eventually recovered from her injuries, but within six months, she was gone from Coleman, never to be seen again.

Tyson was forced to resign from his post as jail-master in the Atoka Lockup and elder at the Atoka Church of God. He then left Coleman County for good. His wife, Emily, finally left, and his daughter, Elizabeth made a full recovery from the emotional trauma that Tyson caused with his abuse of her.

Emily owned a saloon in Montana, and died there twenty five years later. Tyson, on the other hand, got his just desserts outside of a brothel in Dodge City, Kansas, when he was caught beating one of the women there. The madam who owned the establishment shot him between the eyes with a Colt .45, just under a year after his arrest.

No one ever found out who the matchmaker was. She continued working as Postmaster for Coleman county, and never made a match again, feeling that all the headache was more than it was worth.

In short, they all lived the lives they so craved and deserved.

SEAL’D With A Smile

A Mail Order Bride Romance

This deliciously dirty story is a part of Julia Becker’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.

This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!

It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!

Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.