Next day, we bring the herd into Globe, driving them into huge pens that line one side of the track. Once this is done, Bunch says we’ll stay over, then ride to the ranch next day. Lane flashes me a grin and I nod.
I know Globe, having grown up nearby, though I’ve been gone seven years. It’s grown up like I have, maybe done better for itself. There’s a new hotel, couple more saloons, and lots more stores. We stable our horses, take our gear, and head for the Continental Hotel, which Bunch says caters to cowboys. I’m all for that. Lane and I take a room, as it’s customary for men to share to cut costs. Once behind a closed door, we bust out laughing.
“Couldn’t have ordered better,” I say.
“Lets’ f**k,” he returns.
We are at it until after dark, licking, sucking, and getting our d***s in
