Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... was extended to him in greeting.

“Richard, Richard Alva Burton. I kind of inherited a small farm here in Helton from my late uncle Pete. Pete Winslow.” Richard offered by way of introduction.

“Yeah, yeah… the Winslow place. I remember hearing something about that. I’ve been out there a few times. I actually dated one of his daughters when I was in school a few years back. I hear she got married after I went off to join the army.” Cam said while still shaking Richard’s hand.

“That’d be Sissy, I’d venture. Cecilia… we all called her Sissy though.” Rich said as the two men released their hands.

“Yeah, that’d be her. I called her Sissy too. She wouldn’t have it any other way.” Cam added with a chuckle. Cam cleared his throat and in a more serious voice continued speaking.

“Sorry for your loss… Rich?”

“Thanks. It was hard to lose my uncle Pete and aunt Minnie, especially so soon after losing my own folks not long before that.

Cam could see the tightening of the skin around Richard’s eyes at the mention of the passing of his aunt and uncle, and his parents. He decided to change the subject. Cam reached down and picked up the tackle box and fishing rods for Richard.

“Gonna do some night fishing, I take it.” Cam said flexing the tip of one of the rods as if to test the sensitivity.

“I can see why you’re a cop, you’ll make detective in no time.” Richard retorted with a grin.

They both laughed as they walked towards the porch and the front door of the ...

... shanty. Richard raised the lantern to shine light on the door so he could unlock it with the key he had just pulled from his pants pocket. As he stepped up to the door, something crunched under his boot. Looking down, both men noticed the sprinkling of broken glass in front of the door, just a few pieces really, but still it was out of place.

Cam touched Richard’s arm to stop him from opening the door. Then he held his finger up to his lips signaling for Richard to remain quiet. They both stepped back off the porch a few paces, all the while carefully watching the old door.

“Are there any firearms in there?” Cam asked while setting down the tacklebox and the fishing poles.

“Not that I’m aware of anyway.” Richard said, then added. “There are some knives for cleaning fish and eating though, and a small axe for chopping firewood for the stove.”

“Okay, so we don’t just go in blindly. He might not be in there, but better safe than sorry.” Cam said.

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Walter had seen the glare of the headlights when the old truck had pulled up to a stop out front of the shanty. There was no electric to this little hideaway, so it was dark, but his eyes had long since adjusted to the ambient light coming through the dirty windows of the shanty. When the lights had gone out though, he began questioning his mind if he had actually seen the light in the first place. He’d almost convinced himself that it was a dream when the lantern flared to life.

Someone was outside. Walter ...