"So, Mary Beth," Will started, "I 'spose I told ya before that I have been with other women before, right? I know it's not a pretty topic but it's important."

"Yes, ya told me that."

"Well the first one I was with was a girl my age named Elizabeth. We were eighteen at the time and she was the daughter of a gang leader I ran with. It's Henry Thompson. With the Thompson gang. I joined him young cause I knew him pretty well. My mother ran with him when I was young and on the rare occasion she was around, he wanted far out. She was supposedly his right hand woman. Since I knew him and needed some money to help my da out, I did a job with him. Then, I kinda fell in with them. I eventually fell for his daughter and we started courting in secret."

"Okay," Mary Beth said, a little worried, "Go on."

"Well, she didn't want me to pull out one time and at the time, I had rather to stay in, so I did. She got pregnant, and her father almost killed me. He kicked me out of the gang and sent her packing with me. We wound up in Montana, where Dutch found me."

"That image is goin' to be hard to get out of my head."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Continue."

"Anyways, I ran with Dutch for one or two

years, sending money to them when I could spare some. I didn't visit them as often as I wanted to, but Dutch already didn't like me leavin' that much. He suggested I take them on the road, but when I asked Elizabeth she said she didn't want Theo to have that life, and asked if I'd come and stay home, use the money I already got to buy some sheep and start a farm. I told Dutch and he gave me permission to leave, but I found out some O' Driscoll bastards killed them the day after, when I was getting on the road. I rode to the ranch to check it out, and buried them. I rode back to Dutch the day after and asked him to let me back in. I hunted the men down and killed them both. A few months later I left again to go nurse my father when he got sick. I have no idea why I'm telling you the rest of this, you was there when I left, both times. Their deaths were about two years ago, now." She saw he was really sad for the last part of the story.

"I'm sorry, Will. You didn't deserve that."

"I don't deserve you, either."

She slapped him on the cheek, then kissed him. "Don't talk that you fool. You deserve way better than me."

"You're talking nonsense."

"You're a good person, Will. You're lovin', caring, and you are really romantic."

"Bullshit."

"Oh, really," she said, smiling, "How about I remind you just how romantic you are?" She pulled the blanket off of both of them and started grinding her sex on his still exposed member. They both made lots of noise, and she slipped herself onto his package. As she did, she moaned loud enough to scare all the animals in a mile off. He moved over so he could take control of the work, but she stopped him.

"It's my turn to do the work, cowboy." She kept sliding up and down, and they both continued to moan. Eventually, even before she felt her first climax, she told him, "Will, I still want you to release inside me. I'm not only willing to risk gettin' pregnant, I want it. Your story did make me sad, but I still want you to knock me up. I get what happened between y'all two, but wherever you go I'll follow you. I'm ready, and eager. But I understand if you aren't. That story brought back some memories, and if you're not ready I'll let you off the hook."

"If it's what you want, Mary Beth, I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

She smiled and started going harder on him, and eventually her first climax hit. She yelled out loud but continued working on him. Soon after, she felt him start to tremble in her pulsing walls. She smiled and went as fast and hard as she could, and he spent inside her, then pulled it out. First, he used his thumb to clean the little bit of spend that got on the outside of her bits off, which warranted multiple sounds of pleasure from her. Then he rolled onto his back and signaled for her to clean the fluid off his member. She moved herself over him and used her mouth to eagerly clean him off. After, they both slipped under the blanket and fell asleep in Will's thin tent.

As the sun rose the following morning, Will woke very early. Mary Beth still sleeping, he kissed her forehead and carefully slipped from under the covers. He pulled some clothes on and walked to the woods to piss. He started back, and packed up the entire camp save his tent. Tired of waiting for Mary Beth to wake up, he decided to look for some berries and some small animals around camp to give them a fresh breakfast. About thirty minutes later, he walked back into camp with a rabbit and a satchel full of berries, and he started towards the fire to set them down so he could prepare them. But then he noticed something. Two more horses had appeared at camp, saddled and hitched. Will had then heard some noise by the tent, and then Mary Beth started screaming. Will ran and grabbed his gold-and-silver Schofields and ran towards the tent. Inside he found two O'Driscolls trying to force Mary Beth to take off the bedsheet and get on the ground. He had already pulled back the hammers, so he pushed the noses of the guns into the back of the two outlaws' heads.

"Let the lady go, and drop your weapons to the ground and kick them over to her. Then you're going to kneel down and keep your hands behind your head."

One of the O'Driscolls tried to turn around and pull his gun on Will, but Mary Beth's scream as a bullet ripped through the man's head was heard before the man could even pull back the hammer. Will pulled both guns onto the other man and the fearful bandit did everything Will asked. Will tied him up and stored him on his Turkoman. He and Mary Beth packed up the rest of camp, and Will thought to himself, 'Thank God she didn't give up that sheet.' They were both ready now and mounted Will's horse, Mary Beth having to ride uncomfortably on Will's lap because of the O' Driscoll on the back.

"What do you think I should do with this skunk, Mary Beth? Should I bring him to the law in Valentine or Dutch?"

"I think Dutch will want to interrogate him. We should probably bring him into camp."

"I agree. Dutch would like that."

So they started riding towards camp, and a few minutes later they came into the Van Der Linde gang's temporary shelter.