Chapter 20
I had one task before returning to camp. I sat on a box in an alley, took my pocket knife, and poked my thumb until I had a bit of blood. This I smeared on my handkerchief, which I’d be using to mop my mouth when I was back with the gang. I doubted anybody would want to see the hole the barber had left. After tucking the handkerchief into my shirt pocket, I sought my horse and rode back to camp.
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The day was near gone when I reached there, the fading sun casting shadows. I heard a squeal toward the water and saw Frank naked against the rock, water flowing in front of him while Bonner, also naked, fucked him. Rath was not to be seen.
As my bedroll was laid out on the nearby grassy spot, I avoided it and unsaddled my horse, who went right over to have himself a drink. He didn’t much care on men fornicating when water and grass were in sight. I walked up the canyon as I couldn’t remain in camp with such a sight before me.