Chapter 16

The first light of the early dawn woke up the Ioway shaman/chief.

As the light started to move like a slowly dancing spirit on the surface of the sacred lake inside the spirit cave, he took a long loving look at his pair.

Jim was sleeping deep and dead to the world. Corey had to give it to him that his exhaustion was well-earned. He, himself felt a nice mild stiffness in his muscles and it just brought back all the hot and nice memories.

To stretch his body out and check on the horses, he silently walked out from behind the waterfall and was greeted at once by their four-legged friends.

His own patched horse put his head on his naked shoulder and Prince nodded and huffed happily at him also.

Petting both animals, he sat on one of the rocks to let his pair sleep in while he just enjoyed the energies of nature around him.

One part of it was awaking, and the other just making a nest for resting while the sun was up. A perfect cycle of how beings use the forest in balance. He felt more home outside in the open dusty fields and the forest than anywhere else. And as he was sitting there just letting his whole being filling up with the smells, noises and feels of nature, he felt that inner peace again. The feeling of knowing everything is happening in a way it is the best, mother nature taking care of all. The spirits of the world chose him, and he has to listen. Worrying only makes him deaf and blind to the signs. Worry have no use at all... It’s a waste of energy. Just like his bitterness or anger...

With a long deep sigh he rubbed his head with the growing short hair. Remembering the day before he rode into town and his father cut his hair... He knew from his behavior and words that his father knew what was coming. No use to be angry at the things set solid and predicted like such. Shawn's death was an important point in the lines of happenings and changes. He now looks after Corey from the spirit world. And Coyote knew he has to carry on his work.

After a while the tall sheriff started to come around too back in the cave. Stretching his long body out with a satisfied moan, he could also feel the effects of the previous night in his muscles, but it was a good kind of tiredness and it made him smile as he sat up and looked around.

Frankly, by the time they both fainted into sleep, Jim was a bit calmer about his pair. Before coming to the cave with him, Corey has been messed up from everything that'd happened lately. Naturally, Jim wanted to help on him to find his balance again so it wasn't a question that he would accompany him into the cave.

The hot pictures that followed made him blush even now as he got up too and walked naked towards the entrance of the cave. He just knew that he would find Corey there. Yes, he seemed to be spiritually more awake too now and he loved it. So listening to his instincts, he walked out into the bright sunlight and once his eyes adjusted, he quickly noticed the peacefully grazing horses and the meditating shaman.

With a bigger smile, Jim quietly walked to Corey and sat down next to him, giving him some time to come back from the spirit realm. Meanwhile his eyes roamed the beautiful and peaceful surroundings and he couldn't stop a cute little sound when he noticed a pair of raccoons appear by the lake not far from them.

Corey was fully aware of when Jim sat beside him. He opened his eyes to focus more to the world outside. Not moving a muscle, he just enjoyed the amusement and how patient his man was just watching the playing raccoons, letting Corey be.

"Rakvool is the totem of wisdom and adapting to everything. A very high ranked totem," he said already grinning playfully on how he used the Indian name. "Or rahaugcum," he added as he nudged his pair giggling.

Jim moved his head to glimpse at Corey for a second before looking back at the animals with a little hum then smiled from the nudge. "I assume you're talking about the raccoons," he murmured feeling at peace being next to his more balanced pair and in nature. A gust of wind swiped his long and a bit messy hair off his freckled shoulder as he was also enjoying the warm sunlight on his naked skin.

"We call them trash bears in the cities as they like to dig into the trash for food from the same reason. Adapting and surviving everything life might throw in their way," he added and slid his nicely healing tattooed arm around the warm waist of his man.

"I'll remember their Indian names now. Thank you," he added and took a better look of his pair. "You look and feel better. It makes me very happy, my love," Jim added and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Corey's cheek.

Corey smiled proud of his pair, who seemed to take new information and what life throws in his way also more easily than when they met.

"I feel better. And I love you. You feel better and more in balance than the last time we were here," he said forming his thoughts into words. He raised his arms to hug Jim's long neck and peck his plump lips with love.

"Yes, you're right. I feel... liberated and somehow lighter and very, very fucking much in love with you," Jim rubbed his big hands along the tattooed arms around his neck and down on his shaman's sides and back, stealing short teasing kisses from him.

"I'm very happy you feel better and even more if I played a part in that..." he murmured. "C'me here..." Jim pulled his man closer until Corey straddled his naked lap so they could be closer physically too, not just spiritually.

"Hmm... I love my big bossy sheriff..." Corey giggled and crossed his legs behind Jim, pulling them even closer as he straddled him. Maybe even rubbed his bare ass to his pair's groin as he stroked his chest and planted small kisses against the short stubble. "Maybe I should let my beard grow..." he hummed before kissing his man again.

Moaning from that playful small ass rubbing against his very much interested cock, said sheriff wrapped his long arms around the redhead. "And I love my frisky small shaman boy," Jim added and kissed into the thick marked neck, inhaling the familiar scent.

"Hmm... I'd love that. You with a beard..." he outright purred, sliding his hands down to cup the firm butt and help it rub against his awakening parts. "I love your fiery colors. Did I tell you that before?" he chuckled and playfully bit Corey's bottom lip.

"You mean red. You wanted to say red and Irish I think..." Corey giggled and pressed his ass more to the hardening cock "No, you never said that..." he added as he started to chew on Jim's skin from the crook of his neck all the way up to his earlobe and suck on said piece of flesh with loud sloppy sounds.

As shiver after shiver ran down on Jim's spine from the kissing and sucking on his flesh, his long fingers kneaded Corey's ass firmer, a few times managing to slide it against his aching shaft. "Yeah... that too," he moaned starting to get lost in his deep lust for his playful man.

Letting Corey's ass go with one hand, he pulled back enough to free his bitten skin and to look him in the eye as he offered two of his fingers to continue the sucking on that. "Be my good boy... You know what I want..."

"White men are so strange..." Corey giggled. "I thought you wanted your dick to be sucked from what I did," but before Jim could react to that in any way, he was already slurping with a lot or drool on the long fingers while his ass moved to rub hard against the pulsing flesh under him.

He just loved the warmth of the morning sun on his skin. Hidden away enough by the valley of the sacred lake and being free to share their love for each other without boundaries out in the open.

Moaning louder from that suggestion, Jim's rapidly darkening eyes were glued now to what Corey was doing with his fingers. Needless to say, it made his cock jump, being more than okay with that idea.

"Oh you'll suck on it soon, but first..." he slid his fingers out and placed them against the tight hole, rubbing and massaging it until they found their way in. " As he pushed his fingers deeper, he kissed his man passionately, his free hand resting on Corey's nape to keep him close and where he wanted him while fingering that amazing ass.

Corey let Jim have his way and just returned the kiss shivering from the pleasures his man caused with his fingers and dominant way. He hasn’t often seen Jim like that... Yet... Their relationship was still new in a white man's measure. But they both knew time can flow differently and bonds are tying them stronger already. Natives know that.

Soon the concurred shaman moved his ass faster on the teasing fingers as his moans and groans escaped. And his moves and kiss demanded more from his pair under the curious gaze of the horses...

Jim didn't notice any of that as his world was now narrowed down only to Corey and his demanding moves and kisses. Smirking into their current one, he broke it off, tilting his head up a bit so he could watch the pleasure on the flushed stubbly face.

"Ready to put your pretty pink lips around my dick now?" he asked a bit playfully, rubbing a thumb across Corey's wet bottom lip, his fingers in him curling to lightly massage his pleasure spot before pulling them fully out expectantly.

Of course that earned a very upset groan from Corey. But the offer was good enough as an exchange… Pushing Jim's chest he made him lean back a bit and he laid on his belly on the warm flat rock and took a hold of the hard meat.

Raising his shining blue eyes at his man, he stuck out his tongue and started licking the jumping cock up and down, rolling his tongue around the tip playfully again and again.

Jim's arms onto which he leaned to be able to watch his devilish shaman were a bit trembling from both the sight and the feeling and a few moans and grunts left his by then swollen lips. "To all the spirits, you are so amazing..." he murmured, lightly bucking his hips up to feel more of that sinful tongue. "Come on, my love. Suck it... I know you want to..."

Corey wanted to add that his man seemed to be reading his thoughts, but he was already too lost in his pleasures and the bucking up moves distracted his cloudy focus. So with the next upward move of Jim's he wrapped his lips around the dripping shaft and continued to swirl his tongue around it while his pink lips were rubbing it up and down. He even let his groans to get loud to bring more pleasure to his pair with the deep sounds resonating along in his throat and mouth filled with the tasty flesh.

The second those lips wrapped around him, Jim let out a throaty groan of pleasure and his head tilted back. Corey's reward was more pre-cum to suck and lap up and Jim also put a big hand behind his head, so missing the longer locks now around which he loved to curl his fingers into a fist. Instead he lightly scratched along Corey's skull and with fully blown pupils bucked up into his mouth, making him gag a couple of times.

Damn, he loved that sound and feeling so much. He couldn't help himself.

But when he got dangerously close to come, he pulled his pair back up onto his lap, attacking his lips with that burning lust Corey managed to awake in him once again. Moving him with the firm grip of his strong fingers, he kept rubbing his dick against the wet and open hole, wanting to get as close to Corey physically as he felt him (and his beast) spiritually right now.

"Come on... I want to feel you…" Corey panted and gripped Jim's shoulders hard and impatiently. He was moving against the teasing rubbing of the wet cockhead as he wiggled his butt more urgingly. "Please... Be one with me, my love..." he added remembering how Jim loved to hear it. Even used a white man line "Come on... Give it to me..." he growled by then in synch with his hungry beast.

"You're such a good boy..." Jim chuckled hoarsely, shivers running down on his spine from Corey's words and also lust slamming into his groin up to the point that he couldn't hold back anymore. Taking a firm grip of the hungry ass, he kept Corey in place and groaned long and loud as he bucked up in time with slamming his pair down onto his aching flesh, uniting them physically too.

The hot tightness, Corey's reactions and the burning of their joined bodies and soul felt like nothing else in this world to Jim. "Mine..." he panted and pulled back only to ram into his shaman again before keeping himself fully buried in that pulsing heat, his hands making the wide hips circle around his hard dick.

Corey's nails dug deep into the wide shoulders and moaned loud. A violent tremble rushed over his body as Jim filled his body perfectly. Moving as his man wanted and picking up his own pace slowly, he had to lean down and bite into Jim's shoulder too... All was so overwhelming and blurring away the borders between them and the worlds around them.

"Slower... Let me feel you and the worlds fully..." Jim panted without thinking as he opened up himself. His eyes closed but he saw much more than the colorful dots dancing behind his eyelids. He was aware not just of his own body – how his skin was throbbing where he was bitten, or the way he was buried in his pair – but Corey's too as he kept guiding his man by his firm ass.

He could also feel their souls becoming one in the spirit world while Jim could sense the energies and presence of nature around them. Everything was living and breathing and growing around their joined being, even the spirit god in his soulmate. It was beautiful and so overwhelming that Jim didn't know if he wanted to cry or laugh. Instead he just smiled and moaned and kissed his pair with all his love.

As he was asked, the small man slowed down and drew slow circles with his hips and he moved up and down on his man's cock. Feeling connected more to him and all the spirits and worlds around them. Kissing Jim back with all the tender love and wild passion he had for him, his hands slowly and lovingly caressed the sun-kissed skin. Making Jim feel just how special he is for the shaman.

Taking a wobbly breath from what Jim felt through their bonded soul, he opened his eyes, looking at his man with tenderness and love. Cupping the beloved face with one big hand, he caressed Corey and gave him soft kisses, just watching the beauty riding him so perfectly.

They were both getting close, he could feel it. And the slow building was beautiful and deep and overwhelming. A part of him never wanted it to stop, but the other longed to melt into the blinding white bliss that was right there behind every move they made.

His breathing hitched and he sometimes panted between his shaman's lips, the hazel eyes never leaving the blue one as he held him closer and tighter with each move and then he gasped for air and suddenly tipped over the edge, moaning his pleasure as he unwittingly bucked up into his pair, finally releasing his seed, never leaving Corey's eyes.

Their huge orgasm that merged their souls even more left the shaman trembling and lightheaded. Leaning more against Jim, he grabbed onto the other body for support, trying to find his breath.

All the emotions and senses were rushing through him as he slowly came down and hid himself in Jim's embrace, shedding a few tears of relief as he finally felt again that he was where he belongs.

***

The air froze in the Reverend's house. The bandits blinked at each other and fidgeted uneasily in their chairs. Chris furrowed his brows and even Sid blinked quietly at the mountain of a man as he literally jumped up, letting his chair hit the floor behind him with a loud bang, blue eyes shining with anger as he eyed the Madame's bruised and split lip.

"I'm gonna kill him..." the rumbling growl tore itself out of him without thinking and before he could control his anger in front of their... guests.

"No. You won't do such a thing. It won't solve our problem at hand," the Madame said on a calm yet strict tone as she gracefully walked to Mick and placed a lace-gloved hand on his upper-arm in an attempt to calm the bounty hunter.

"What happened?" Chris found himself asking quietly.

To that question Stacy broke the eye-contact with Mick and looked first at the bandits then at Chris. To the Reverend's barely visible nod that it was okay to talk, she sighed. "It was my fault because I pushed him a bit harder for information than I should have. I know his moods but felt desperate to pull something out of him so we can move our case forward," she said openly, knowing that Munky and Fieldy were there with a reason.

Mick's answer was only a sarcastic snicker. "Yeah. Everyone is conditioned to know his moods like it was with his father too. I was going after them for years. I have the order to arrest him for several robbery in Texas. With the scam he tried to pull here, he will be surely hanged," he told while in contrast of his radiating anger he helped Stacy very gently to his seat to take it.

"You two need to find his personal papers to prove his real name is what is on the papers. I am sure the bank knows it also for such investments all birth papers are needed to make contracts with the railway company."

The bandits swallowed hard and looked at each other. "We can try... I know some of his hidden places..." Fieldy started slowly.

"Yeah, he keeps some papers at Brian in the bar too. They had grown up together and Mr. Davis trusts him the most," Munky added.

"That is interesting... Maybe I can distract him for you..." the Madame started but cleared her throat as she caught the furrowing brows of the man of law present. "Or one of my girls can…"

"Ya all must be careful. Sheriff will be back soon and maybe that will distract them enough. You guys tell the Mayor that the sheriff wants to meet up with him about the Indian problem. I will figure out things with Jim Sheriff when he is back. But don't be a fool, only tell him when the Sheriff is in town, or he will ask where you get that from…" Sid chimed in, his small eyes already shining with a forming script. He was called the weasel for his wit for sure...

"That is actually not a bad idea," Chris summed it up. "Mick, you must come with me to Craig, he will help us seeing the order and your badge. I think we have to be very, very careful and when we act, act fast and be sure of things. If not, he might slip away."

***

The main villain of the town was enjoying his solitude. Well, that was not entirely true…

Mayor Davis was irritated to his core. Mainly because he could feel the tension in the air. And all the silence... Rather ominous... It was surly the calm/silence before the storm.

His men slowly got killed or just vanished on him during the last year. By then he only had Head at the salon and those two mongrels, Munky and Fieldy on whom Jon was sure he was losing his grip too.

Even he always put up the ruthless leader act, he was no idiot. That stupid little prick Ray and Brian killing him off was a big deal with such people like his bandits.

Of course he couldn't show remorse to them. But also that meant that the two men still obeying him out of fear will slip from his hands. And he will only remain with Brian... Good old also self-oriented and very unstable Brian.

Honestly, Davis was surprised he didn't betray him so far... Keeping most of the important secrets in his vault, Jon had to bear with him and his acting as someone powerful.

In a way he was...

That thought only made the mayor groan. All in his life he let others rule him... Maybe it looked like he was the top boss on the outside... but before this town he was doing his father's dirty businesses in Texas. Then when the law almost caught up with him, his father managed to make him mayor of Iowa. Dying a few months after and leaving the town and the dirty laundry and business to his son.

He inherited Brian also as a family secretive caretaker. And the salon owner knew fully how much power he has over the first man of the town…

Opening and almost killing half of a bottle of whiskey didn't help much on the darkening thoughts of the man sitting behind his impressive richly decorated huge desk in his fine white silver suit. He felt more and more like a parrot in a golden cage...

The thing that triggered all his glooming was what happened with the Madame. That woman wanted to know things... And the other day he saw the bounty hunter Thompson arrive back. That man always acted as if he was above and outside the town’s laws. Maybe he was. Davis knew how much traveling and service Thompson did for justice...

And the mayor was not able to fully convince himself about the big man holding back his anger over Stacy's face, even if it meant to go after Davis... Love can make anyone act without thinking or regretting their deeds.

As the whiskey disappeared more, some desperate things started to form to thoughts and decisions inside his head. He had enough of having to rely on others and do as they want him to be. He really has to start new...

Get free... He already gathered enough to live well from the fee the railway company will pay him. All the stress was getting to him more and more… He should get rid of all the shackles and proof against him.

It can be done easy and fast… He just has to do it himself. Make the time right to have Brian there too. He can do a visit to prepare everything… And during the night finish it all forever.

Just as he started to find some solace in his decisions and clunk his glass to the bottle cheering himself, from the corner of his eye he spotted a white horse… Making a grumbling deep breath, he turned to take a closer look at the Sheriff riding back into town... He must act fast with his plan. They, the sheriff and the ones close to him, also seemed to be planning something… Davis could feel it...

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