..She did not know where they were going. She had picked up a fair amount of their Dark Tongue over the last year, but they obviously had other names ...or concepts and places, so she had not been able to determine their destination. She suspected they were going north though, but it was hard to judge as they were marching across the frozen tundra in a light blizzard. Damn, she wished she could have used her sorcery to keep warm she thought, but all in all; she was only cold and in no danger of. They walked, and she took in his scent. It was an intoxicating blend of scents. Leather, sweat, the dust of the trail, gunpowder…but the smell of death was most prevalent. This man made his dime killing people, that she could tell. She broke the comfortable silence between them. ‘So what do you do…for a living?’ She asked. He paused, most likely considering how to answer Mickey’s question. ‘You could say…that I’m a freelance law-man.’ He said finally, satisfied with his response. ‘A bounty. He began to cry.His father reached across the kitchen table and grabbed Sammy's hands, attempting to console him."Listen, Sammy. It's not that bad, relatively speaking. We men are boxed into a corner and we do what we have to do to survive these days. I wish you were born a girl so you wouldn't have to go through this crap, but that's simply not the case. I know it's not easy for you but you just have to learn to roll with the punches and live from day to day. I love you Sammy and I need your. No, its not something I really want. I just think about it sometimes. He relaxed. I would still love you, he whispered. Nothing could change that. But would you still desire me? I didnt want to find out. Kiss me, I told him, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock. He hesitated until my thumb brushed the head of his cock, and then his lips glued to mine and I lost myself in the the feel of his lips, the scratch of his whiskers, his musk. Why ruin this? I threw my arms around his neck, pulling.