You could win this election hands-down.”Shit. That would be just what I need. An interim sheriff had been appointed by the governor and a new sherif... would be chosen in a special off-year election in November. Like Joe had been. I really didn’t want anything to do with it.“Obert, Jack, Josh, thank you all for expressing your faith in me. But guys, put on your Stetsons. Which one of you would give up your ranching to be a sheriff?” They all shook their heads. “This land, them steers, that’s what. "Aww, shit!" Ohh, Paul, you're making a mess." Alison stepped closer, feeling her big, firm tits sway sexily under the terry robe. "Look at how you're trembling, Paul. What are you so excited about?" N... N... Nothing. Mrs. Ross." Paul," Alison said, in a softer voice. "Why are you staring at my body like that?"Paul gaped at her, his eyes opening wider as he distractedly put the glass and carton back on the table."I... I wasn't... " Yes, you were, Paul." Alison smiled and stroked his hair. "You. He can fuck your ass and I can clean him up. Or I can fuck him with a strap on and you can eat my asshole while I do it.”Mom was visibly excited now. Her nipples were erect. Heather had started to strip, hoping to have her first threesome. By this time I was already on the bed, my mother on top of me, kissing me, massaging my body and rubbing her huge pussy against my leg. I had my finger up her loose anus. “Fuck me, my son, my lover, my husband!” mom whispered as I fingered her asshole.“Fuck. I shot from the hip with my Henry, hitting him under his chin, ripping a hole through his throat with the .44 rifle slug.When it was all over I looked around and none of them were moving, not even their horses. There wasn’t a sound up and down the crick. The first thing that came to mind was, I had just killed three men. Hell, I tried to tell them I was going to if they didn’t ride on and leave me alone.I didn’t let it bother me though, I did what I had to do to stay alive.By the time I had.