Brian was sitting in the saloon with his friends, his gang. He hadn't see the young blonde man, Justin, since the night went to the clearing. He was starting to itch for some hot young bubble butt. If he didn't see the blonde soon, he'd have to ride out of town and get his desires met elsewhere.
The thing he couldn't understand, though, was why he couldn't get the blonde out of his mind. With his life as an outlaw, he had never let love in. Didn't feel the need to. Just get your needs met. In and out with the maximum amount of pleasure and least amount of bullshit. That had always been his motto, until now that was.
Sighing, he took a drink of his beer. "Hey, Bri, there's your man," Michael commented in a whisper.
"I don't have a man," Brian mumbled back.
"Yeah, right. We all know how you taken you are with a certain blonde," said Ben. Brian's eyebrow cocked and they could read the surprise in his hazel eyes.
"Anyway, he's coming this way," said Ted.
Brian looked and sure enough the blonde that had been invading his dreams for the past two nights was walking their way. When Justin saw him looking, he graced Brian with a big smile. Brian was sure that the sun was shining the dark smoky saloon.
Brian also noticed that his cousin, Chris, along with four of the other peacekeepers were watching Justin's progress toward Brian and his gang.
When Justin reached them, he said, "Hello."
"What are you doing here?" asked Brian.
Justin smiled. "My Aunt had to come into town, so she brought Casey and I with her. She's over talking to Misses Potter at the store, and told me and Casey to find something to entertain ourselves until she's done."
Brian smirked. "So you found me."
Justin didn't even blush, just smiled. "Yep. Why not? You're very entertaining, Mister Kinney."
Brian had to order his dick to behave when Justin said 'Mister Kinney'. Emmett, Ted, Michael, and Ben just smiled and shook their heads.
"So, Justin, do you play poker?" asked Emmett.
Justin shrugged. "A little. Haven't in a while though."
"Well, how about a friendly little game, then?" Emmett suggested.
Justin nodded, smiling his sunshine smile. "Sure, why not," he stated then grabbed an empty chair and pulled it to the table.
"What's Justin doing?" grumbled Chris.
"It appears he is sitting with those gentlemen and getting ready to play cards, Mister Larabee," Ezra drawled in his southern accent.
Chris shot a glare at Ezra and said, "I know that! But, does he know who that is? He doesn't need to be sittin' with them."
"Well, Miz Nettie ain't gonna be none too happy if she finds out that her nephew is hangin' around with outlaws," Vin quietly replied.
"Well, I know the leader's your cousin, Chris, but I agree with what JD said when they arrived. We should just arrest 'em. I mean, hell, they're wanted men!," said Nathan.
Chris sighed. "I know. But he's family. I just can't figure out why they're here. Brian's upto something, I just know it. I just wish I knew what."
"Think they're gonna try and rob the bank?" asked Vin.
Chris shrugged. "It's crossed my mind. But why wait this long? It doesn't make sense. Then, again, a lot of what Brian used to do never made sense." After a pause and a sigh, Chris nodded. "I'm startin' to think you and JD are right, Nathan. I need to just lock 'em all up and let that be that. Family or no family.
"I know he's a wanted man and we're lawmen. Technically, we can get into a hell of a lot of trouble if it's found out that we didn't lock 'em up. I'm surprised that Mary hasn't wired Judge Travis and let him know, yet."
"Mighta spoke too soon, cowboy," Vin said when he looked over the saloon doors and saw Mary walking into the telegraph office.
Chris gritted his teeth. "Great."
Chris knew that he couldn't blame Mary. She had actually waited long than he thought she would. He shouldn't let his emotions get in the way. Brian and his gang were theives and murderers, they should be locked up. But, Brian was his cousin. The only blood family he had left. But that didn't matter. He had a job to do and he had made his desicion. Standing, Chris started walking over to his cousin's table as the other four peacekeepers flanked him.