Sunday afternoon Beecham POV As I climbed off the stage, I smiled in triumph at my latest acquisition. My time in Austin was very lucrative. The bank robbery went off without a hitch. The drifters I ran into just outside of Austin were looking for a quick score and I paid them ten percent of the take to rob the bank in Austin. I didn’t tell them my name, so if they were caught, they had no way to implicate me. It was a sweet deal. I had been doing it for years. I leave the ranch for a few weeks, never telling anyone where I was really going, so I couldn’t be tracked down. Then when I arrive in my destination city, I find a couple drifters to con into robbing the local bank. Pay them a meager portion of the take, and leave town faster than you can blink. It was a beautiful plan and it worked like a charm. Glancing at my pocket watch, I saw that it was just after three o’clock in the afternoon. Yeah, I got time, I thought to myself. Gonna go over to Martha’s, have a couple drinks, the

James POV   It was over. Beecham was dead. His crimes were numerous and now he would have to face his maker and pay the price for his sins. The crazy part, though, wasn’t that he pulled a gun. I think we all expected it, that’s why Uncle Samuel, Elijah, Paul, Walt and I all had our gun belts that day. Nope, the crazy part was that Walt was my great uncle. Once we made it back to the ranch, we all decided to sit in the house. Elijah, Paul and Bo carried a few chairs from the bunkhouse so everyone had a seat. Walt, I mean, Uncle Walt explained that he had a brother who was about fifteen years older. His parents tried to have more children between the two boys but his mother had miscarried five times. They decided after Walt was born that they weren’t going to try to have anymore children. Each pregnancy was harder and harder on my great grandmother. When Uncle Walt was four, his older brother, Peter, married his sweetheart, Melanie. About a year later, my Pa was b

Jamie POV Being with Hannah was amazing. It was amazing how well we fit together. When I held her in my arms, she fit so perfectly that she could lean her head on my shoulder. She could nuzzle into my neck and I loved it. The morning after she agreed to marry me, I had walked into my childhood bedroom and she was putting her hair up using the dressing table that was in the room. She looked so beautiful that my c*ck was instantly hard. The sight of her lifting her hair off her delicate neck was too much for me and I couldn’t hold back. I f*cked her from behind while she leaned on the dressing table. She was watching me in the mirror as I watched her and the feelings that rose up in me were so intense that I was more forceful than I had intended on being. After I showed her the loose board from the bottom of my old armoire, I apologized to her for being so rough with her. She smiled and blushed, then said that she didn’t mind. She

Jamie POV   When Hannah and I returned from our ride, she was ecstatic to find her friends sitting in our parlor. I grinned as they all ran to each other. I turned to the kitchen, leaving the ladies to talk, and found Cookie pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven.   “Hey, Cookie. Those smell delicious! When did Hannah’s friends show up?” I asked as I walked closer to the table where he had set the tray of cookies.   “About an hour ago. Those four just kept yammerin’. I wanted to escape but there was no where to go,” he whispered back. “Bo stopped by and then left me to fend for myself. Glad you showed up when you did.”   I reached out and patted him on the back, “Sorry, friend. We didn’t know they were coming.”   He nodded in reply and I heard Hannah call out to me, “Jamie, come say hello.”   I raised my eyebrows at Cookie and he smirked, as if to say, “ni

Hannah POV “So…. give us details,” Mary Jane squealed as we pulled away from the ranch. “About what?” I feigned innocence. “Girl! Please, you have the ‘I just got f*cked’ look on your face. And your neck is bright red! Don’t play coy,” Mary Jane pushed for answers. I had scooted back from the edge once the wagon started moving. Deciding to ignore Mary Jane, I looked around at the land that was ours. It was peaceful here. I sat quietly dreaming about our future, until Mary Jane slapped me on the arm. “Hannah, focus! I know he’s a fine specimen of a man, and you want to day dream about him, but I want to know what happened,” Mary Jane whined. I think if she could have stomped her feet, she would have. “Mary Jane,” Aunt Esther broke in, her tone gently scolding, “The