“Marshal, is all this yours?” Amos Curtis asked as he saw the huge sign painted in black letters across the oil storage tanks with a big black cro... painted over the white Marshal’s star background:CROW RIDGE OIL AND CATTLE COMPANY“Yep, and if you four will work hard and mind your manners like Marshal Hopkins told you, you can have a stake in what we got going on here too. Now let’s get off this train, I haven’t been home in two weeks and I see some of my young’uns riding over here to welcome. Micheal? I askedvwhen I heard some noises in the garage.I slowly opened the door and went in.He looked at me like a deer in head lights.I slowly walked over to him.Hey.You okay? I asked sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.No.Sorry about that guy.What was his name? He said putting his face in his hands.Rory.Its fine.As long as no one gets shot or dies, Its fine. I said putting my hand on his shoulder.He looked at me.That was when I really saw what he looked like.He had light brown. Thomas looked over to me. "Dude, you got to let her go, she's notinter- hey, did you change costumes? That one looks a lot better."I shook my head. "No, the costume itself changed."Thomas laughed. "Yeah. Sure it did." Seriously!" I exclaimed. "Isabelle would know-" But my attention wasdrawn to a freshly made drink. Dry ice was dropped into it creating amist effect for the holiday, and I saw the mist coalesce into the shapeof that fire spirit I saw that night. The misty form in the vague shapeof. I sat back to watch the show as the still blindfolded Mrs O sucked on Marks cock while Aron fucked her hard and fast. Mrs O began to come as she squealed with every stroke finally reaching a shuddering orgasm that almost brought the house down. Aron pulled out of her and Mark took his place. Mark pulled her from the seat turned her around and bent her over the chair shoving his cock in her from behind. I lay back on the sofa wanking as mark thumped into her and she sucked at Arons cock until he.