Chapter 19
Bonner said nothing about the job and I saw he liked to consider things, maybe enjoy a robbery in mind, which will always be successful. I had to give him credit. Amid the bluster, the brute was a thinker.
I was not happy when, after supper, Bonner pulled Frank into the shack. I stewed a few minutes, then walked up the canyon, took a piss, then continued on a bit more. Must have walked a mile before I sat, but that didn’t last long because idleness put me in a stew again. At least things were moving now, the job getting planned. Not long until I’d be free of Merle Bonner. But what about Frank? Another kind of stew with him. How do I keep him free of the law?
When I returned to camp, the fire was out, the shack silent. I laid out my bedroll, slid under the blanket, but sleep wouldn’t come. Only when I freed my dick and brought myself off while thinking on giving it to Frank did I gain relief.
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