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Deadwood Dick 4 The Medicine Show (1/6)

Title: Deadwood Dick 4 -
The Medicine Show (part 1/6)
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story and have
nothing worth suing for.

Summary: The boys continue on the trail Spike is a gunfighter
Xander an ex-saloon boy. Together they travel west.

Warning this chapter: Politically very incorrect. Also het.
It is not necessary to have read the other stories to read this
one, so why not saddle up and join us on the ride.

Special thanks to petxnd for her wonderful manips that make my stories look so wonderful!!







"So what do you think, Spike?
How far south should we go?
We did decide on south didn't we?
I know we talked about it last night but to tell you the
truth I was kind of distracted at the time.
You know on account of you having your dick in my ass.
But, no, I think I remember south."

Spike and Xander were still on the trail.
Spike in the lead and Xander pulling up the rear,
which neither of them questioned as it
seemed to be the most natural position for him.

Spike refused to turn around knowing if he looked at Xander
it would only encourage him further.
'Jesus, God, can that boy babble.

If we weren't hoping to make Utah by next week
I'd get off my horse and shove my dick in his mouth
just to shut him up'
Spike sighed and kept his attention on the trail.

Suddenly something up ahead caught
his eye and he pulled up to a stop.
It was not much more than a cloud of dust,
but it was what was causing that dust that
had Spike's interest.

Xander, who was still happily babbling behind him about
directions and places in those directions was unaware
that Spike had stopped.

"Oof"

The impact of Xander's horse's head with Spike's horse's
ass knocked Xander to the ground.

Turning calmly in his saddle, Spike looked down on the
love of his life and asked,
"O.k. down there, Xan?"
"What the fuck happened. Spike?
I thought we were headed south.
Are we south yet?"

Gritting his teeth and remembering his promise to
hang up his guns and not shoot anyone,
especially Xander,
Spike nodded his head towards the trail.
"somethings coming."

Xander squinted he could see something
but it was to far off to make out.
"What is it ,Spike?"

"Looks like a couple of wagons."
Spike answered, still straining to see.

Xander climbed back onto his horse.
The babbling had stopped. Finally he
looked over to Spike and ask fearfully
"You think it's a posse looking for a certain ex-gunfighter?"

"Don't think so, Xan. Posse's don't travel in wagons
or buck boards. No seems more likely to be homesteaders
or miners maybe"
He didn't think they were facing any real danger,
but caution was always the best route to take.

Spike nudged his horse and started up again slowly.
"Stay behind me, Xan. If this looks to turn out wrong
we bring the horses around and ride hard back the way we came.
Can't no wagon catch us on horseback"

Xander could see by the tight straight set of Spike's
back and shoulders how tense he was.
He knew he was ready and would protect them from
any thing that came along.
Xander always felt safe with Spike. Safe as houses.

Cautiously they stayed on the trail, slowing the
horses to a walk.
Finally they got close enough to see that
there were banners hanging on the sides of the wagons.
Banners that were hard to read as they were flapping
in the breeze of the hot dessert wind.

After riding for another half hour or so they
were close enough to read the wording on cloth signs.

Xander was the first to realize what it was and shouted to Spike,
"Hey, Look! Spike, it's a traveling medicine show.
Wow I heard about those, but didn't never see one.
Come on!"

With that Xander kicked his horse yelling
"Yee Haw"
and he took off down the road at a full Gallop.
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