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The padre took him right down, licking him clean, taking every drop he had to give. Then
Preacher all but bowled him over rising up to kiss him.
He took that kiss, wrapping right around Preacher, arms and legs. Grunting, Preacher
humped against him, cock settling against his hips through the wool pants Preacher still
had on.
He reached down, fighting desperately to get to skin, to feel Preacher's heat against him.
The man moved into his touch and those buttons popped all over, flying through the air,
and finally Preacher was naked against him, cock hot and damp, sliding along his skin.
Preacher groaned like a man in pain, rocking hard on him.
His hand curled around Preacher's hip, pulling the man closer, tugging hard.
It took maybe another two, maybe three thrusts before Preacher called his name, voice
soaring right up to startle the birds. Hot seed landed on his skin, making him moan.
Their lips met again, both of them blinking and staring.
And smiling.
Smiling like two newborn fools.
Preacher kissed him one more time before stroking his cheek and nodding. "Time to
move on, huh?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I reckon. You done your job."
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"Then let's ride, Hawk. I can almost feel Jett on the wind, telling us to move on. Abraham
agrees."
"I'll be with you." Right where he belonged, whether or not anyone approved.
"You said you'd ride with me, by my side. I trust you to stay."
That was all he needed to hear.
It was time to go. Together.
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Epilogue
Goddamn, he needed to get himself a church.
Oh, Preacher knew that wasn't his mission. He needed to be a traveling man, but it still
hurt his ass.
He glanced over at Hawk and Bear, who were tearing down the tent and packing up the
mules. Abraham had stayed behind at Jett's homestead, claiming they needed a home
base, and while Preacher missed the man's face once in awhile, he sure didn't miss the
farting.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Preacher wandered over, the dust of the town feeling gritty
on his hands and face.
"Y'all gonna be chapped at me if we move on this afternoon? I want to get out and get
away from the prying eyes."
Hawk's icy blue eyes laughed at him from under that big, old hat brim. "You got enough
of their pennies and souls, Padre?"
"I do. I'm ready to move on." They'd saved a few souls. He knew it deep in his bones.
That was enough for him.
"Well, then. Get your bony ass up on that horse."
Bear laughed at them, the sound weird and rough, but a sound, nonetheless. A laugh.
His old gelding was gone, lost not long after the fight at Jett's. He had a brand new
mount, a big, rawboned dapple gray that acted a hellacious lot like Fred. "Soon as y'all
get packed I will. I swear that horse has the roughest gait I ever did feel."
"He's got some spirit to him, sure enough." Hawk looked like he knew something there
for a second, eyes sharp and bright for just a heartbeat, then it faded away.
Sorta like Hawk's memory of all the stuff that'd happened to them. Sometimes the man
would dream, but mostly? It was just gone.
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"He does." Fred had perked up since the cussed thing had shown up, too, so Preacher
couldn't complain.
That apple-headed critter nudged him good and hard, almost like it was poking at him.
Fred, the old shit, just stamped and whinnied, making Hawk shake his head.
"Come on, sky pilot. We need to feel the wind. Bear's got bacon for supper."
"We can even have beans." Grinning, he mounted up while Bear tightened the last strap
on the packs. The big gray danced under him, making him cuss and clutch at his hat.
"Don't fall now." Hawk swung up into Fred's saddle, those dungarees pulling tight over
the man's hind end making it look...
Damn.
They left the town behind in short order, all of them making tracks. It was just harder to
be among folks after all they'd seen and done. After all they knew. He kicked his mount
into a lope and let him run, hearing Hawk whoop behind him.
It felt damn fine, to let the horses have their heads, to head northwest toward the
mountains that Hawk kept muttering about. The wind was crisp and cool, and he didn't
reckon they'd get to where they were going 'til the spring rains, but that was okay.
They slowed, finally, Bear searching the horizon for a place to camp, Dime barking his
fool head off, and him and Hawk riding side-by-side, just like he figured they ought.
He could hear water running, just burbling and dancing somewhere close and he'd be
damned if Hawk didn't grin over, nod once. "I'll fetch us water for the night."
"Bear, you need anything?"
When the stocky half-breed shook his head, Preacher grinned himself. "I'll help."
"Yeah. Come on then." Fred tossed his head as Hawk kicked him and off they went, dust
just a flyin'.
Preacher took off after, suddenly feeling years younger. They rode until the horses took
over, barreling toward the water.
Hawk pulled up, Fred coming up just short of the water, hooves actually splashing a little
as Hawk hooted.
Preacher almost went ass over teakettle when his horse stopped, and he patted the big old
monster's neck. "What do you figure I ought to name him?"
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Hawk tilted his head, thinking on it. "He's a fierce 'un. What was your Jett's family
name?"
"Cain. Now that would be a good name for him." He patted the silly nag's neck, ground
tying him and letting him graze.
"There you go." Hawk pulled the water jugs down before stripping his jacket and
shirtsleeves off, heading straight off to wash in the cold water.
Watching, Preacher admired the lean lines of that body, that man he'd fought so hard to
save. Lord, he did love that feller.
"Damn. It's cold as a well digger's butt." Hawk splashed a little more on himself, then
stood up, letting Preacher see that long, lean body.
He moved toward the stream, drawn like a bee to honey. "Yeah? Sounds good after all
the dust." His long, black coat hit the dirt on the bank.
"It's sweet as all get out." The drops of water hung from that mustache, Hawk licking
them away.
Preacher pushed right on into the water, gasping as it rose above his boots. He pulled his
shirt off and tossed it aside, too, before splashing himself. "Shitfire."
Hawk chuckled, hat going to sit atop their clothes. "Makes your balls crawl up, don't it?"
"It does. Good thing I got you to warm me up." He grinned back like a newborn fool,
rubbing his arms.
"I reckon." Hawk leaned forward, licked some water off one shoulder before backing
away.
Glancing up, he caught Hawk staring, chuckling, and Preacher scooped up a palmful of
water, slinging it right at Hawk, his aim sure and true.
Hawk sputtered and growled, pouncing him, their skin slapping together before they
slipped, going ass over teakettle into the river with a splash.
Cold.
Cold.
They came up gasping and cussing, slogging up on the bank together. Hawk's body was
firm, hard against him, and Preacher let himself lean a little when they sat, watching the
puffy, little clouds overhead.
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His hand landed in Hawk's lap and he'd be damned if Hawk didn't lean in, whisper low.
"You best watch it, Padre. I hear I'm trouble."
"I've heard that about you. Good thing it's my job to borrow trouble, huh?" God, he loved
it when Hawk laughed. It wasn't near as rare a thing as it had once been.
"Damn good." Hawk hauled him close, brought their lips together in a kiss that liked to
set him afire, balls to bones.
The cold water was just a memory by the time that kiss ended, and when they finished the
second one his hand was doing more than just sitting there. Yes sir, it was a busy old
hand, pushing against Hawk's crotch.
Hawk groaned into his lips, that heavy shaft pushing and throbbing and begging for more
of him. "Padre. I got a need."
"I can feel, Hawk. I surely can." His fingers worked at Hawk's buttons, a little stiff from
the cold, but getting there anyway. Once he had that fly open, Preacher dug right in,
groaning when Hawk's prick pushed against his palm.
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