I was dressed as a man and was wearing my hair that way, so I wasn't worried about no trouble when I waltzed up to the bartender in a saloon and asked...the reason for the name. He asked, "Where are ya from, Mister?" and I answered that I was from Central Texas.He said, "OK, now I understand. I'll bet ya ain't never seen a prairie fire, have ya?" I shook my head "no," and he said, "Well, back in the summer of '39 or '40, I fergit which, it was a damned awful dry year an' the prairie grass was. She started crying. I could not control and took my hand and hold her hands and told her life doesn’t end here. She is educated so she can live on her terms.Her house came, I stopped the car and hold both her hands and told her treat me as her friend and release all her tears.She gave a smile.After that day I started giving a lift her almost every day. We started becoming closer and become more comfortable.One month passed and the project was going in the right direction. We decided to take a. I slowly stripped her top off and quickly undo her bra. Her smooth and pale C cup breast dropped as I removed her bra. Her areola circle on her breast was large and her nipple was very pointy. As I grabbed her breast, she whimpers quietly and she told me they are extremely sensitive. I slowly removed her shorts as I discovered her smooth inner thighs. As she was down to only her white thin panties, I pulled out my semi-erected cock. I hadn’t need to tell her, she quickly grabs a hold of it and. I hoped they had. The smell of death was familiar now, but it was no more easily borne now than it had been, at the beginning.We were nine, now. A great range of ages. Three men from Canada — fishermen now far, far from home. A housewife from St. Cloud, Minnesota. A 17-year-old boy from Atlanta — by way of Cripple Creek, Colorado. Two young black boys from Chicago. A disabled 50-year-old man and his 25-year-old daughter from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.A motley crew, perhaps, but better, somehow, than.