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 Chapter Five
   "Yes Sir, I'd like a room upstairs with a great big bed in it and three
bathing tubs with hot water."
   "We'll get the water carried up right away, here's your keys, you and
your friends will be on the fourth floor in the Governor's room."
   "Shoot, we wouldn't want to take his room, we're gonna be here for a
week or so, he may need it."
   "No, that's just the name we gave the fancy room, it has a huge,
oversize bed and all the comforts and amenities."
   "Well, I reckon we'll take it then, put us down for a week and I'll pay
now, if we need more days, I'll pay more," Clete said as he and the sisters
smiled at each other.
   "That will be twenty eight dollars for seven nights, with daily hot
baths and valet service included."
   "That sounds like a deal to me," Clete said as he paid the man.
   "Clete, you just spent over half of what we agreed to pay you, for a
week in this hotel," Annie said as they walked up the stairs to the fourth
floor.
   The sisters were still dressed like boys and were even scruffier looking
than Clete, with their baggy britches and dirty hats and floppy shirts.
   "I aim to get my money's worth while I'm here though, you'll see.  I
sure hope you both have gotten over your sore pussies," he said.
   "We have, we're ready for your ass now, you'll see.  How long will you
play cards after we eat?  Annie and I want some of that cock tonight, and
every night we're here," Franny said and smiled.
   "I planned on puttin' a time limit on our game with Mr.  Blackwood
before we start, he'll think he's only got a few hours to take my money
that way.  I'll tell him that we can play some more over the next week,
when I am more rested and can think better."
   "Clete, I think you're playin' a game of cat and mouse with that man,
are you?" Annie asked as she looked at his unsmiling face.
   "Well, I might be.  I have played a lot more poker than I let onto him
that I have, I'm gonna take him down about four good notches, then turn him
loose."
   "In other words you're gonna take some of his money.  You don't cheat do
you Clete?"
   "Franny, I never cheated in a card game in my life, never even had to."
   "Then you're that good?" Annie smiled now, at the thought of Clete being
a poker player with his solemn face and boyish looks.
   "Pa taught me well," he said, and they all left it at that.  The tubs
were filled with steaming hot water and all three stripped naked and
stepped into their tubs.  The girls had asked if they could wait until they
had eaten and watched him play some poker before they came back to the room
and fucked the rest of the night.  Clete liked that idea, he was hungry and
itchin' for a good poker game; besides that, pussy don't spoil.
   The dining room was smaller than the one in Kansas City, but then not
many west of the Mississippi will ever match that one, until one gets to
San Francisco, that is.
   The waiter had already been informed to provide the best service and the
best steaks available to the party of Mr.  Clete Hawkins, as the personal
guests of the owner; Leamon Blackwood.
   During the meal, Clete asked the sisters to help with a little 'poor
boy' scam to help his poker game.  He gave them each two hundred dollars to
stuff down their bosoms to be brought out as a loan, only when he told Mr.
Blackwood that he only had a hundred on him, until they get paid for the
freight.
   "Clete Hawkins, how far are you goin' to take this game you're playin'
with him?"
   "As far as he lets it go.  I figure I'll own an interest in his business
by the time we leave here next week."
   "Damn Clete, he'll have you killed," Franny said.
   "He'll be the one that wants to keep playin' and uppin' the stakes."
   "Clete, are you really that good?" Annie asked.  This was makin' her
want Clete's naked body next to her; him bein' so shy actin' and handsome
and a sneaky-ass card player all rolled into a good ol' boy with a huge
cock.
   "Pa taught me well," Clete said.
   "Sir, would you like an after dinner cigar and a shot of brandy?" the
waiter asked.
   "I sure would.  I'm nervous about playin' your boss in a card game
later, I need to settle my nerves down some.  Bring these pretty ladies a
shot also, they need to settle down a mite themselves," Clete said.
   Annie and Franny wanted to run back up to the room to take a piss, they
were impressed with the little stool a woman could raise a lid on to sit on
and piss, and the dribble would run into a tank located outside on the
ground.  What would they think of next.
   "Mr.  Hawkins I trust you and your companions enjoyed your meal.  I see
you enjoy an after dinner cigar as I do," Mr.  Blackwood said as he seemed
to come from a another door as soon as Clete walked out of the dining room
alone.
   "The meal was good and the cigar is as good as they serve at The Hotel
Kansas City."
   "Well thank you, would you like to join me now for a friendly game of
poker?"
   "I appreciate the offer, I sure hope my luck holds out from earlier
today.  Would you be offended if we only played an hour or two tonight, I
have guests in my room and I need to spend time with them.  I'd be more
than glad to play some more tomorrow night, we'll be here all week."
   Clete played his first card before they even got to the table.
   "I'll keep a table open for you, I may have a few of my friends join us
one night, I hope you wont mind."
   "Not at all, may be that I'll learn a few things about poker, if I watch
the bunch of you," he said as he played his next card.
   "We're not really that good, we just like to get together and play a
friendly game two or three times a week with the passers through and some
locals."
   "Sounds like fun, save me a place."
   "Since this is our first poker game and you're not that schooled in the
art of the fifty two card deck, I think we should keep the ante at fifty
dollars or less, until you feel more comfortable that is."
   "I really thank you Mr.  Blackwood," Clete let Mr.  Blackwood win a
hand.
   Clete was already down a hundred and fifty dollars when Annie and Franny
came back down to watch the game.
   "Mr.  Blackwood, this is my friends, Annie and her sister Franny
O'Brien. Girls meet Leamon Blackwood, the owner of the hotel and the man we
hauled the freight here for."
   "Pleased to meet you Mr.  Blackwood and thank you for the fine meal,"
Annie said.
   "Same here, Mr.  Blackwood, the food here is the best," Franny smiled.
   "Girls I hate to ask this, but do you have a few dollars I could borrow
until we get paid?"
   "Sure Clete," They both said and turned away from the table to retrieve
the money from their bosoms.
   "Here's two hundred from each of us, good luck with it," Annie said as
she kissed the money.
   Franny kissed her bills and lay them in front of Clete and moved away
from the table to sit and watch.
   An hour later, Clete was up three hundred.
   "Perhaps you would like to play higher stakes the next few hands and
call it a night Mr.  Hawkins," Leamon Blackwood said and smiled his ugly,
'know it all' smile.
   "Sure, since I am up a few hundred."
   Clete won fifteen hundred in two hours, with Mr.  Blackwood still
smiling.  He knew he would get it back.
   "Girls, lets get to our room, we have had a long trip here and a long
day of it as well." Clete bade Mr.  Blackwood goodnight as did the girls.
   "You girls have earned one pussy sucking and one pussy fucking each for
the night, get naked and get on top of me," Clete said as they all swung
around and around in their big room.
   Annie was first on his cock and Franny was first on his face as they
once again put their pretty little bodies to the test on Clete's hard cock
and long tongue.
   "Does it hurt your pussy Annie?" Clete asked as he fucked up into her
heaving body while she pounded her pussy down to his belly.
   "God no, it's better than ever before, now that my pussy isn't sore. 
Fuck me good Clete," she said as they kept hammering into each other. 
Franny was getting her pussy sucked out good while she sucked Annie's
little titties.
   Clete held his hard cum back, he was about to eat Annie's pussy and he
wasn't about to suck his own cum out.
   The girls switched and Franny went into a fuck fit on his cock that even
Clete had to work hard to keep up with.
   Clete sucked Annie's pussy and decided that he didn't even taste his own
cock and sucked a big cum out of her as she rode his face.
   Annie and Franny washed Clete's big cock for him as he lay in bed, then
washed their pussies in the wash pan left by the maids.  There was even
fresh water buckets under the wash stand for them to freshen up with in the
morning.
   Clete was up and dressed at daylight; he looked down at the sleeping
sisters as they lay in bed naked.  He felt his young cock get really
excited, but he was hungry too.  'I'll let'em sleep a while and give'em a
double fuckin' later on, ' he thought as he walked out the door.
   After a big breakfast, Clete stepped out on the boardwalk, his cheroot
puffing smoke as he looked the cow town over good from the front of the
hotel.  He took a walk down the sidewalk a ways and cut back to the alley
in back of the hotel.  He saw what he was looking for and headed to it.
   He stepped into the toilet and did his usual morning constitutional
duty; he just couldn't get used to the idea of shittin' in the same room he
slept in, no matter if they did say it all washed downstairs to the tank on
the ground.
   Clete felt like a new man this morning, after a night with the sisters,
a good shit and a cigar to start the day.  With a smile on his face, he
walked back into the hotel and bought three more of those fine cheroots. 
Lighting one, he looked into the sporting room of the hotel and saw Mr. 
Blackwood and three more well dressed men playing cards.
   "Clete, come join us and meet my friends, we were just about to have us
a friendly, early morning card game.  Fellows, this is Mr.  Clete Hawkins
from over in Missouri," Mr.  Blackwood said as he stood from the table and
waved Clete over with a big grin.
   "Good morning Mr.  Blackwood, morning gentlemen," Clete greeted them.
   "Clete, meet my friends, this is Frank Latham.  He owns three thousand
acres of the finest grazing land in the area as well as a cattle buying
operation and slaughter house," Mr.  Blackwood said as he pointed to a tall
skinny man with a big black mustache.
   "Pleased to make your acquaintance Mr.  Latham." Clete smiled and shook
his hand.
   "Likewise Mr.  Hawkins.  We laughed at Leamon when he said you took his
money last night, he usually takes ours when we play." The man never smiled
as he looked the kid over.
   "Clete, this is William Hogan, he too is a rancher and owns almost four
thousand acres that joins Franks spread south of town about ten miles."
   "Pleased to meet you Mr.  Hogan," Clete said to the short fat man with
the bald head.
   "Likewise as well Mr.  Hawkins," The fat man said and wiped the sweat
from his bald head.
   "Clete, this is my brother-in-law, Chester Milliken.  He and I are
partners in the new gambling hall we're building and he also owns a sizable
spread joining Mr.  Latham and Mr.  Hogan."
   "Pleased to meet you Mr.  Milliken, I wish you well in your new
business." Clete looked at the bigger of the three men.  He had a heavy
beard, thick mustache that covered his lips and shaggy eyebrows.  He stared
at Clete with a hard look as if sizing the kid up.
   "Please join us Mr.  Hawkins.  We like playing new comers, it gives us a
look at other people's take on card playing," Mr.  Milliken said without
even a hint of a smile.
   "I sure feel good after getting a night's rest in this fine hotel.  I
think my luck from last night just may run over into this morning.  I
believe I will sit in for a few hands.  I sure don't want to bring a jinx
to any of your games by not being that good at cards, although my Pa did
school me in the winning hands of a card game."
   "Just play for a while and if you feel that you need to get out, we'll
understand," Mr.  Blackwood told Clete with a smirk.
   "We were playing a friendly game with a hundred dollar ante and a limit
of a hundred on our bets.  Is that alright with you Mr.  Hawkins, or do we
need to lower the limits?" Mr.  Milliken asked, his mustache never moved as
he spoke through the thick hair on his upper lip.
   "Well, since I'm playin' on Mr.  Blackwood's money and I'm feelin'
lucky; deal me in for a few hands to see how my cards fall," Clete smiled
around the table.
   By the end of the second game, Clete was up another five hundred, he had
already figured out they were baiting him and that they were all playing
against him, with Mr.  Blackwood chosen as the one to take him out when the
time was right.  During the next six hands, each of the four men had a
feeling that this ignorant kid from Rawlison Creek over in Missouri, was
one of the luckiest bastards they had even seen.  No matter what they
played, he won.  No matter what they tried in their bag of tricks as they
ganged up on him, it didn't work.
   Each of them watched him like hawks as he played his cards and smoked
his long cheroot cigars.  He never smiled or frowned, he talked in a smooth
easy voice when he did speak.  He always had a serious look on his face,
but never a worried look.
   At ten o'clock, They all agreed to take a short break, and meet back in
thirty minutes to continue the game, Clete was just absolutely thrilled
that he had caught on to their ruse of throwing cards to the man on the
left as they played.  He could almost tell what cards a man had in his hand
by the way he looked at them.
   Clete met Annie and Franny coming down the stairs as he was going up, he
walked with them to the dining hall and sat a few minutes as they drank
coffee and ordered breakfast.
   "Girls, when you finish breakfast, come in the sporting room and stand
behind me for a few minutes, watch us play one complete hand, then excuse
yourselves to go shopping across the street, I feel like I may be on a good
run of luck that will make us all land owners by the end of the week. 
Here's five hundred each, buy yourselves some fancy clothes, we're gonna be
partners in a hotel AND gambling hall by nightfall." Clete grinned as he
handed them a handful of money each.
   They each jumped up to kiss him before he went back to his card game.
   Franny and Annie walked into the sporting room as Clete had asked them
to, they each placed a hand on his shoulder as he played the final bet of
this hand and won a whopping pile of money, that he raked over to his
already huge pile of cash and coins.
   The next hand was nothing but a wipeout as he baited his four opponents
into betting high and raising his bets each time.  The pot was well over
fifteen thousand when the men nervously looked at the girls and threw their
cards down on the table, only to be beaten by the kid from Rawlison Creek
once again.
   Franny and Annie smiled at the gentlemen at the table, made their
excuses and kissed Clete on his cheeks as they prepared to leave.
   "Girls, if you are through shopping by one o'clock, meet me back here
and we will have us some dinner in the eatin' room," Clete said in his best
country boy way.
   "Mr.  Hawkins, when we break for you to join your friends, I feel that I
must return to the ranch, you've just about taken what I had in my pockets
this morning," Mr.  Milliken said.
   "I sure was hoping to continue our game, I'm about to catch on to this
game some now and I just know if I don't' keep playin' my luck will run
out. Of course, I can understand that when a man feels like he's lost all
he can afford to lose, he needs to back out and not play no more until he
feels lucky again," Clete said, dropping a small ante in the man's lap.
   "I'll be back here at three o'clock, if you're still feeling lucky Mr.
Hawkins.  You seem to be having an unusual run of good luck, and it has to
be beginners luck because we have all been watching you.  You are too
fucking dumb to know how to cheat," the man said with a scornful voice.
   "Mr.  Milliken, I was invited to a friendly card game.  I'm going to
ignore that remark and let you play again when you come back.  That is if
you gentlemen have the guts to up the stakes and play for real money, now
that I have a nice poker stake and can afford to be reckless with the money
I took from you," Clete said in a casual voice as he looked at the man
squirm and his friends look away from the table.
   "Mr.  Hawkins, I feel we all need to take a long break and resume our
friendly game at three o'clock as Chester suggested.  We'll each have
enough on our person to cover any and all bets you may want to wager when
we return," Mr.  Blackwood said with a gracious smile.
   "Fair enough I reckon, but let me pass on a few words of advice to each
of you.  I was once accused of cheating at cards by a couple of men after I
had asked them to stop the game and leave.  I hope I never get accused of
that again, I'm just too proud of my Pa's teachings to resort to cheating
at cards, PLUS I'd sure hate to have to kill another man that couldn't take
losing.  If you feel that you don't need to lose any more of your money or
your possessions, then please don't return." Clete looked each man in the
eye as he gathered his winnings in his hat, after stuffing his pockets
full.
   "I meant no offense Mr.  Hawkins, please excuse my language, we'll be
here at three o'clock to get our money back," Mr.  Milliken said as he
walked off.
   Clete met Franny and Annie as they came through the front doors of the
hotel, and led them to the dining room, where they dined on fine beef,
vegetables and fresh made bread, topped off with a fine after meal glass of
brandy.  Of course Clete replenished his supply of cheroots before they
parted and the girls went to the room.  Clete had asked that they have a
bill prepared for Leamon Blackwood for the freight and he would collect the
six hundred and fifty dollars at the three o'clock meeting to resume the
poker game.
   When Clete made his entrance to the sporting room, he politely presented
the freight bill to Mr.  Blackwood, who immediately appeared to resent the
fact that Clete would try and collect the money for the freight just before
a friendly card game.
   "Mr.  Blackwood, you are a business man, we contracted to bring your
building materials from Kansas City by freight wagons when there was no one
out there that would risk their lives and livestock to do so.  I have
presented you a bill for this freight, if you refuse to pay, I will
consider you have reneged on our business deal.  I refuse to play friendly
cards with a man that refuses to pay for the services he has contracted to
pay," Clete said as he gathered the papers and walked out of the room.  He
made it to the center of the lobby before Mr.  Blackwood caught him and
handed over the money owed to him.
   "Please forgive me Mr.  Hawkins, I am already down to you over thirty
thousand dollars and I was not in a fair mood when you approached me about
the bill I owed.  I hope you can let this pass and give me and my friends
an opportunity to recover our losses."
   "Mr.  Blackwood, I have been talked down to twice this day by you and
your brother-in-law.  I have heard enough of your palaver, either you play
cards and keep your mouth shut, or I will gather my friends and seek
lodging elsewhere."
   "As you wish Mr.  Hawkins, we will all play cards and concentrate on
winning our money back."
   The card game resumed and the stakes were raised to five hundred dollar
ante and five hundred dollars raise and bet limit.
   By six o'clock, Clete was up over three hundred thousand dollars for the
day.
   "Gentlemen, I ask each of you to please stop this ridiculous loss of
your assets, I am on a good luck roll and you need to stop now." Clete
stirred the pot with those words and he knew it.
   "Nonsense, Mr.  Hawkins, I intend to get my money back, please let us
play another four hours.  It will only be ten o'clock at that time and we
will have won a major portion of our money back from you."
   "As you wish gentlemen, will any of you need to visit the bank before we
continue, I myself, would be happy to loan you any amount of cash you wish
to borrow, with no interest, as long as I know I have collateral."
   "I'll take fifty thousand of that Mr.  Hawkins, and I offer my fifty
percent share in the gambling hall to be built," Mr.  Milliken said, red
faced but needing cash.
   "Put that in writing Mr.  Milliken and I'll count the money."
   "I'll take fifty thousand Mr.  Hawkins, the idea of no interest is
appealing," Mr.  Latham said with a smile.
   "And your collateral would be?"
   "My slaughter house business, it's valued at over a hundred thousand."
   "Put that in writing sir." Clete shook the two men's hands as they
closed the deal for the money.
   By ten o'clock that night, tempers were flaring.  By eleven o'clock,
Clete had loaned over a hundred thousand dollars out and won it all back.
By twelve o'clock, he was tired and the four men were fighting amongst
themselves as they placed bets and called hands with no more than a pair of
sevens.
   "Gentlemen, I feel that we are all in need of rest, any who wish to
continue this game, I will be here at eight o'clock in the morning, if you
need cash, the same loan offer stands.  Please bring the collateral you
have already lost and if you need cash, please bring whatever you plan to
offer as collateral before we start our friendly game," Clete said as he
gathered his winnings and placed them in a bag the Bell Captain brought
him.
   At three o'clock on the third day of the poker game, Clete owned over
thirty thousand acres of prime Kansas range land, all in one huge adjoining
block, with three homesteads, twenty five thousand head of cattle, fifteen
hundred head of horses, a hotel, a slaughterhouse, a cattle buying
operation, and enough building materials to build a new gambling hall on
the huge lot he owned across from his hotel.
   "Mr.  Milliken, I have a business proposition to offer you, if you are
interested."
   "Please continue Mr.  Hawkins, I have nothing left but time."
   "I'll pay you ten percent of the gross of the hotel and gambling hall
once it is built, if you oversee construction and operations for me."
   "You got a deal Mr.  Hawkins." They shook.
   "Call me Clete, all my friends do."
   "Will you and your friends be staying in the Governors Suite Clete or
moving out to one of your new homes?" Chester Milliken asked.
   "We will need to keep that room reserved for us at all times Chester, we
will be visiting the ranches in the coming week to decide which to make our
home."
   "May I suggest you and the ladies take a close look at the Frank Latham
ranch house, it's nearly as large as this hotel.
   "Thanks Chester, we'll be heading there as soon as they bring our buggy
around."
   "Your buggy is out front now and your horse is saddled and tied to the
buggy, Clete."
   "See you in a day or two Chester, run it like it was yours, but be
friendly with the guests and employees."
   "I'll do just that Clete, enjoy your trip."
   Clete gathered up Franny and Annie, and all their new clothes and headed
south to their new ranch lands.
   "I got a question for you both," Clete said as they rode south in the
evening sun.
   "What is it now Clete, whatever it is, we're in.  You told us you were
going to own a ranch and a hotel, we believe you now and whatever it is, we
want in on it," Annie said.
   "I want you both to be my wife and have my babies."
   "OH GOD YES," Both sisters yelled.
   "Get naked girls, your little pussies have been neglected way too long."
   "You mean here in the buggy?" Annie looked at Franny and they both
laughed as they stripped off naked.  Clete let the fast trottin' buggy
horse have his lead, and pulled his britches off, his hard cock jerking in
excitement.
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