“There ya go! Now you’re a real man!” Brad laughed, patting Johnny on the shoulder.“Not quite. We all know that Johnny isn’t a ‘real’ ma... yet.” Their friend Charles laughed.“Hey now, he’s been shot at and killed some Nazi bastards, I’ll give the man some credit.” Brad replied.“Fair enough. We just need to find a sweet young lady to make little Johnny a full-fledged man.”Charles grinned as he lifted his beer mug to his mouth.Brad nodded and laughed and as he lifted his mug up, scanned the room.. She leads him to the bed and says, “Oh god, I’m so wet right now. I’ve been waiting for someone to fuck me all week. Thank you.” He looks shocked, but recovers quickly. He grabs her and rubs the tip of his prick against her ass. “This might hurt,” he warns, “don’t you have lube?”She replies, “Just shut up and fuck me hard mister!”He puts his dick in her ass and rams it. Her asshole torn, she continues to rock her body against his, fucking his brains out. “Oh yes mister!” He pulls out and shoves. Doug sent the boy who had fired the bolt down to recover it so that the others would still not know what had attacked them.About an hour later, a shaman appeared in full regalia and chanted incantations at Doug's Town for the rest of the day. Doug was sure that this chanting and dancing was supposed to drive away any spirits protecting Doug's Town, and he expected an attack either that night or the next morning, probably the next morning. To be on the safe side, Doug asked Little Bear to. The stories convinced me to take a look at the Indian Territories. I was looking for adventure, and that was touted as the place to look.OK, while the weather was so good, I started on my journey. I aimed in a southwesterly direction through Springfield and beyond. This was where I had my first Western adventure. I was about halfway to Springfield when I was accosted by two men who rode out of the bushes to one side of the trail. They were both holding pistols aimed at me, and I was caught.