Her breath was ragged and shallow. She tried to calm down, but her heart was still racing. That was the strongest orgasm so far. Now, leaning against the sheriff’s desk, Darlene finally managed to get enough air in her lungs to say a single word. “Amazing.”

Sheriff Harper struck a match against the floorboards and lit his freshly rolled cigarette. “Glad ya liked it,” was his response through lips tightly holding the cigarette. He was trying to play it smooth, but he was exhausted. That was the fourth time he’d cum tonight and he wasn’t sure he’d be ready for another round any time soon. This time he had spilled his seed on her face. Almost all of it had struck from her brow to her chin and now it slowly dribbled down and what she didn’t catch with her tongue, she let fall onto her heaving breasts. So many orgasms in such a short time had caused him to not shoot so wildly and forcefully and when he felt the ejaculation approach she had offered up her face and willing, open mouth to receive it.

Darlene reached across his body and grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, taking one small puff before she passed it back to him. He’d never seen her actually smoke, but sometimes she would take an occasional drag from one of his after a particularly heavy session of rutting. They both leaned against the front of the desk, sitting in silence. Darlene draped one hand across his chest and played at his chest hair. He resisted the urge to grasp at her breasts and instead focused on the cigarette, concerned that too much play would cause his flaccid cock, which now lay flopped to the side onto his leg, to perk back up. He knew what that would get him, and he wasn’t sure his body was sufficiently recovered.

Papers littered the floor of the office. All sorts of things from warrants to “Wanted” posters to duty shifts had been scattered when Darlene violently swept them aside and slammed him onto the desktop before mounting him. It would take quite a while to clean up all this mess, but he supposed it would be a good chore for Deputy Carver. His disrespect to Darlene earlier still sat with the sheriff, and he would try to impose what minor punishments he could get away with.

Darlene rolled onto her side, letting her head rest on the sheriff’s chest and her breasts upon his hip and belly. Her hand played up and down his leg, narrowly avoiding his cock. Suddenly she stopped. “Damn,” he thought, “is she about to start up again? This woman will be the death of me.”

“Bill Parker,” she said blankly.

“It’s Dan. Dan Harper. I know we ain’t exactly exclusive, but I’d appreciate it if you’d at least get my name right when we’d been fuckin’ all night.” He said it with a smile, but to be honest, he was only half joking.

“No, Dan. This man.” She held up one of the wanted posters that had been partially covered by his thigh. The rendering was rough and crude, barely distinguishable as any particular person, but she caught the name beneath. Just beneath the big block letters that said “WANTED” there was a list of names. Apparently his real name was Curtis Haskins, but there were seven other names listed as aliases and one of them was Bill Parker. “Why do I know that name?”

“I dunno. That there is the blue-eyed bandit, though. Some sorta con man that’s been makin’ his way across the territories. Apparently he took quite a haul off some rich judge up north, name of Kevin Jasper, I believe.”

Then things all started to come together, the blue eyes, the easy charm. It was the man she and Maddie had met on the road. And she had sent him right towards the ranch!

“Is he dangerous?” she asked as she stood and pulled on her pants.

“I don’t think so,” the sheriff replied, still sitting nude on the floor of his office as a puzzled look crossed his face. “Least there’s no reports of violence there. But he’s a helluva thief. Apparently he’ll steal the saddle right out from underneath ya.”

“Get dressed.” Darlene said, tossing his shirt to him and then focusing on buttoning her own.

Sheriff Harper barely had his pants on when Darlene opened the door. To her surprise, Deputy Harold Keene was trudging up towards the Sheriff’s Office urging forward some staggering drunkard with tobacco juice staining his beard. “Hate ta intrude, Miss Dawkins, but I got a mean drunk here who I’m afraid I need ta lock up fer the evenin’.”

The kind young deputy nudged the man in the back and the man blurted out, “Get yer hands off me, asshole! I want my prize! Where’s that fiery red cooze I was promised?”

Maddie. It just had to be. Well, at least she wasn’t the one the deputy was locking up for the night, so Darlene figured it must have been a night of fucking and not fighting that Maddie had settled on. “Listen, Deputy Keene, when the morning comes, you tell Maddie ta load up the supplies and head back to the Double D without me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harold said, tipping his hat slightly. The sheriff came out of the front door behind her, fastening his gun belt, his shirt clearly misbuttoned.

“Me and the sheriff are gonna ride out there tonight,” Darlene continued.

“Wait,” Sheriff Harper muttered. “Where’re we goin’?”