A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... towards Mr. Devin’s half of the land and in the direction of the chicken coops. I can hear the men folk catch up when Steven decides to ask a question. “So why are we out hunting coyotes,” the veterinarian asks keeping pace. “Chickens feed about a third of the working hands on this farm either by sale or by eggs and meat. We’ve had more than a couple get killed and dragged off in the night, coyotes are funny like that. So the two of you are going to wait inside a coop each and when you see a coyote come in you shoot it,” I give the two their marching orders and not one of them is manning up. “Ms. Donnelly I have never handled a weapon before and I don’t think I can do this,” Dalip says and I turn on him fast. “Dalip reach into those jeans of yours and find your balls. I’m going to be on the roof watching the front,” I point to Devin’s house,” You are going into the box with the chickens and you will defend those god damn chickens or so help me god I will take a testicle.” I never thought Indian men could get so pale but he musters up some courage and I show them to the two biggest coops and make sure they’re out of sight so they can wait for the coyotes. I head back to Mr. Devin’s house and Mrs. Masha is right there to welcome me with a hug and show me the new baby boy, Demitri. She loves her Russian names and since Devin doesn’t care I just settle in with the thermos of coffee and put my ass up on the roof. It’s a pretty sunset to watch and I see the two men folk peek out ...

... of their hiding spots, probably to talk about how scared they are of coyotes or if they ever seen one before. I’m hoping they see one tonight, tired of Mr. Devin going over numbers every time a couple go missing. Hours of not seeing anything from my perch on the roof and a recently relieved need to pee let me check the time to see it’s almost two in the morning when I hear voices, like people yelling before a shotgun goes off. I grab my rifle and check the scope only to get that sinking feeling when I see Dalip standing and a pair of boots with the rest of the body blocked by another coop. I’m down the ladder and running with my revolver in hand and my rifle slung when I round the corner and see three men, Dalip holding the shotgun, some man I’ve never seen before on the ground bleeding from his upper body and Steven holding his hands on the blood. “Gwen I this man has been shot,” Steve says getting my attention. “I shot the thief,” Dalip says shocked and if I’m not mistaken a little proud. “Well what the hell do you want me to do,” I ask hurrying to Steven. “I need a flat surface, tell Amanda that I need my brown bag and I’ll need vodka,” he tells me and I have to pause. “I’ll get some hands to help move him,” I tell the man stepping past Dalip and pulling him after me. It’s a fast move getting Devin up and having him radio a couple men and then radio Elmer to get Steven’s wife up from her bed. I watch as men carry the thief into the house, he’s kind of rugged looking but ...