Bareass Bunkhouse Boldness
The sun was just rising when Chet finally got back to the bunkhouse of the Bent Arrow Ranch. It had taken him longer than he'd expected and he prayed no one was awake in there yet. He'd have a hard time explaining to the other guys just how he'd manage to lose his pants and his horse, so that he'd had to walk all the way back from the farthest range half-dressed. You couldn't blame that sort of thing on hostiles any more and they would rag him mercilessly.
Worse than that, though, was the possiblity that some of them were lying awake inside and curating their morning woods, especially Big John. If he caught sight of Chet's bare ass cheeks peeking out of the back of his chaps he'd not be content to just look at them and joke about it. No Siree, he'd be out of bed like a shot to give him and his ass a hard time of the kind that would wake everyone else up, primed for action and eager to join in.
He shuddered and checked his step, then set his boot down as gently as he could on the step. It creaked and he suppressed a curse. His bunk was close to the door, if he was quick he could sneak in and slip his gear off quietly under the blanket, then no-one would ever know. Better get his boots off first out here then. As he sat down on the step to slip them off it creaked again. Trembling with tension, he tip-toed up the step and into the darkness beyond the doorway........
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