“It seems to me, Brother Saul that it might be wise for you to head south of the border for a spell because they don’t take kindly to professed mu...derers in Indian Territory.”Saul’s hand was hovering in that no man’s land only inches from the handle of his shooting iron and Sam began to wonder if there was a special place in Hell for gents that shot their own blood relative even in the dire circumstances of possibly being sent there first with a blast from his own brother’s handgun.Still, it. There were only a few of us left. I looked over to another booth and the most beautiful young man I had seen in ages was sitting with his male friend.He was wearing a Davey Crocket hat with beaver tail and a fringed suede jacket.I could overhear that he had a French accent but was speaking English. I had had a few beers by then and I was feeling bold,I got up and pulled the tail of his hat and asked if he would like a beer.He smiled and said that he was leaving soon but thanks anyway.He got up. Sissies don’t waste that shit. Now, get down on the floor and clean that shit up.” I ordered. I watched eagerly as this slut not only cleaned off his sperm cover feet but also washed his slimy cock with her mouth.“Damn son, I’m fucking spent, if I didn’t have a client early tomorrow, I’d keep you guys company for the night.” Carlos declared as we finished off the Blunt. I unleashed my bitch and walked my friend to the door. He admirably stated, “Yo Son, you got a winner there. Keep in mind what. Even I had learned a lot from the specialty classes. My own classes had gone very well also and the men were coming together as not only squads and platoons but as a company – a brotherhood of Rangers.As the fifth week and the end of May were drawing to a close, to my surprise we had only lost 20 men and were now down to 80 trainees plus the Officers and the Sergeants, and I had begun to worry. Weapons training was due to start in a few days and there were NO weapons. Captain Prawit came to see.