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Brothers
By : cowgirl65
Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley
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Nick sat on Sample’s porch in the bright early morning sunshine. “I tried to run for cover,” he told his rapt audience, gesturing for emphasis, “but these claws were ripping right into my back, and the teeth were hitting my neck. I've been up against some cats before...”
“How’d you get out?” one of the men asked.
“Her husband came home.” Jarrod walked up behind him to lean against the post and ignored Nick’s glare. Most of the men were already there, checking their pistols, loading their rifles and making small talk as they accepted cups of coffee from Nettie Sample, trying to distract themselves from what was about to come.
Nick crossed his arms. “What time is it?”
Jarrod reached into his pocket and pulled out his watch. He opened it, glancing briefly before returning it to his pocket and squinting off into the distance. “Ten minutes to eight.”
Nick slouched more heavily against the rail, smacked his black-gloved hands together impatiently and the brothers waited together in silence.
“Jarrod. Nick.” Frank Sample nodded in the direction of town and both men turned their heads towards the sound of approaching riders.
Nick jumped from his perch on the porch rail, moving to stand behind it while Jarrod stepped out in front. Rifles and pistols were readied as almost two dozen men rode into the yard.
“Nettie!” Sample called to his wife and she came slowly out of the house, her eyes never leaving the approaching men. “Where are the kids?”
“In the cellar.”
“Get with them,” Sample told her. Nettie glanced at him before she moved to do his bidding.
The men pulled their horses to a halt, milling restlessly in front of the house. Sheriff Lyman dismounted and approached.
“That’s far enough, Harry,” Frank told him, the determined farmer slowly walking towards Stockton’s sheriff. The air was silent, only the snort of a horse breaking the stillness.
The sheriff slowly pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He started to read. “ ‘At 8:00 a.m., by order of the governor of the state of California’...”
“We know what it says, Harry,” Jarrod broke in, his posture deceptively casual.
Harry continued reading. “ ‘And the power vested in me as sheriff of this county’...”
“We know what it says,” Nick repeated belligerently.
Harry folded the paper, regret in his eyes and turned at the sound of more hoofbeats. Everyone else turned with him and Jarrod exchanged a glance with Nick when he recognized the rider. Jarrod’s disappointment when Heath turned out to be a blackmailer lessened. No man would come to a fight that wasn’t his if he didn’t have some principles.
The sheriff tried again. “Frank, these people have been empowered as agents of the Coastal and Western to take possession of your property.”
“I’ll be dead first.” The normally genial farmer’s eyes were cold.
“Now, Frank, you listen.” The sheriff’s voice was almost desperate, pleading with the assembled men. “All of you, listen.”
The black horse galloped through the assembled riders, stopping at the house as its rider jumped from the saddle, pulled the rifle from its sheath and hurried onto the porch. Heath held the rifle firmly as he took a position behind his brothers.
“These men have been duly sworn and deputized, and every one with the right to do as they see fit if they're defied.” Harry Lyman looked from the men assembled on the porch to those who would use whatever force necessary to take that land away before turning back. “Frank, you've got family. Now that must mean something. You think of your people.”
No one spoke, not a muscle twitched. He turned to appeal to the men whose father had been a leader in the valley. “In the name of God, Jarrod, Nick!”
Everyone stared, unmoving, not speaking. The leader of the hired men took a look at his watch and held up a finger to indicate one minute.
“You have no way!” the sheriff tried again. “Jarrod, tell them!”
“Get out of this, Harry,” Nick warned. Neither of them wanted to see an old friend get killed for just doing his duty.
“You men are asking to be killed!” It was as if Lyman was talking to a stone wall. “You're fighting for something you haven't a chance of winning!”
“The courthouse opens at 9:00,” Jarrod offered, taking one more chance to avoid bloodshed. “Will you wait?”
Sheriff Lyman looked to the railroad’s men, undecided. Pistols were loosened from holsters, rifles were readied and Jarrod slowly removed the safety loop from his gun. Without warning, the leader drew his pistol and shot Sample dead in the chest, the unfortunate farmer flying backwards to lie unmoving in the dirt.
Nick jumped over the porch rail and pulled his gun, firing as bullets started flying in all directions. Harry Lyman moved in a circle, as if still trying to find a way to stop the altercation. Jarrod watched in horror as a stray bullet felled his friend and fellow upholder of justice. He looked up as a man was hit and toppled from the barn loft clutching his chest and the lawyer finally pulled his own gun to pick several men off their horses. Pain ripped through his arm and Jarrod fell back, clutching at the gunshot wound. He saw Eugene come off the porch and crouch down beside him as he regained his composure and sent a few more shots into the fray.

Taking careful aim, Heath used the skills he’d learned as a sharpshooter in the Union army to pick off several of his opponents before he saw Jarrod fall back against the steps. He almost leaped down beside him before he saw their youngest brother do the same and shoot the man who looked to be taking advantage of Jarrod’s momentary incapacitation. His heart started beating again when Jarrod resumed firing and he realized the other man hadn’t been seriously wounded. Heath took aim and felled another man who’d taken aim at Jarrod. He took no pleasure in killing and knew he’d be an emotional wreck after all was said and done, but that didn’t make him hesitate to pull the trigger.
Finally, the hired guns turned tail and ran, knowing they had been beaten. Men helped wounded comrades to ride double, followed by a few more shots fired from the defenders as Nettie Sample rushed from the house to the side of her slain husband and as the false euphoria brought on by the fight drained away, Heath had to find a place to sit before his knees decided to buckle.

Jarrod looked around at the carnage. Nick came over to stand beside him and Jarrod let him look at his bloody sleeve without complaint. Too many good men had died and even though Jarrod wished they’d waited for the courts, he knew they’d only done what was necessary.
Then he saw Heath sitting against a barrel, his hands shaking as he tried to roll a cigarette, and the last of Jarrod’s resentment slipped away. No man hard-hearted enough to ruin his brother and family would risk his life in a fight that wasn’t his. He realized that Heath’s ultimatum in the barn was most likely bravado and bluster and suddenly didn’t believe Heath really would have gone through with his threat. Besides, he couldn’t believe any man that cold-hearted would have hands that shook so much after a firefight that he couldn’t roll himself a smoke. Jarrod still didn’t know what to think about their physical relationship, but Heath was his brother, just like Nick or Gene, and he vowed to do everything he could to make up for what their father had done.
Jarrod walked slowly over to his brother and one-time lover, pulled a cigar out of his pocket and held it out.
Heath looked up and cautiously accepted the offering. He bit the end off the cigar before looking again at Jarrod and their blue eyes met before they gazed back over the field of dead.
“Too many good men,” Heath said, echoing Jarrod’s earlier thoughts.
Jarrod looked over the field again. Nick was helping Nettie take care of her slain husband and Gene was helping Sig carry the sheriff’s body to the house. But maybe something good could still come out of this day, an affirmation of life and family. He turned back to Heath. “Come home with us, Heath.”

Heath raised an eyebrow at the gesture. He honestly hadn’t thought that Jarrod would give in to his demands and again felt guilty for making them. “Jarrod, you should know that I was never going to go through with it. The blackmail, I mean.”
Jarrod nodded. “I suspected as much when you rode up this morning.” There was silence for a moment before he spoke again. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re Tom Barkley’s son, Heath. We just have to convince our brothers and find a way to break it to Mother.” He fixed Heath with a stern look. “I won’t have her hurt, any more than can be helped.”
Heath agreed. She was a kind and gracious lady and reminded him a lot of his own mama. Then he met Jarrod’s eyes again. “And Jarrod? I’m sorry for what I did, back there in the barn.”
Jarrod gave him a wry grin and sat down beside Heath. He struck a match, lit his own cigar and then lit Heath’s. “It’s not like I was complaining.”
“But it still shouldn’t have happened like that. I don’t know what came over me.” Heath tried to meet Jarrod’s eyes but found he couldn’t.
“Water under the bridge, Heath.” They smoked in silence for a moment before Jarrod got to his feet and held out his hand. Heath let Jarrod help him to his feet and they walked together over to their brothers and the second battle of the day.

Jarrod shut the door wearily behind him. It had been a long, trying day and in spite of his protests to the contrary, his arm hurt like hell where he’d been shot. But in spite of his distaste for the carnage that morning, he’d done what he needed to do. Jarrod’s injunction was upheld and the railroad had backed down for the time being. He’d also made his peace with Heath and the only one who still had any objections to Heath’s right to the Barkley name was Nick. Jarrod sighed as he sat on the bed and took off his boots. It was going to be a battleground around the ranch for the next little while but Jarrod had faith in his brother’s heart and his love for family. Nick would come around.
He unbuttoned his shirt with his good hand, eased his injured arm carefully out of the sleeve and looked up at the sound of footsteps.
“I could help you with that,” Heath offered, closing and locking the door quietly behind him. “Don’t worry, no one saw me.” He sat beside Jarrod, helped him take off his shirt and ran his hand across Jarrod’s chest and down his belly. “And your room’s at the corner of the house, no one should hear us either.” Heath tugged at the fastenings of Jarrod’s pants.
Jarrod inhaled sharply when Heath’s hand delved into his pants and squeezed his cock. “Doesn’t it bother you that we’re brothers?” he asked quietly, but he didn’t even try to stop him as Heath pushed his hand deeper into Jarrod’s pants.
Heath did pause though. “Not really,” he answered. “Men, brothers, I reckon we’re gonna burn in Hell for either of them, so why bother denying ourselves?” He leaned in and gave Jarrod a hard kiss. “Does it bother you?”
Jarrod shrugged but made no move to pull away. “I don’t know,” he admitted. It obviously didn’t bother his dick at all; it was already at attention and ready for action. “I think the thing that bothers me most is how much I want your cock up my ass.”
Heath grinned. “And that’s a problem?” he teased, pushing Jarrod back onto the bed and pulling off his pants. “Always happy to oblige.”
That comment went straight to Jarrod’s groin and he gave up trying to think. Heath ran his hand over Jarrod’s engorged member before standing up and taking off his own clothes. Jarrod couldn’t take his eyes off the hard shaft sticking out from Heath’s body.
“I think I’ve got something you want,” Heath drawled with a grin. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket before tossing his clothes over a chair. “Came prepared this time.”
Jarrod’s breathing quickened as Heath poured some of the bottle’s contents over his hand and slicked up his cock. Then he crawled onto the bed, knelt between Jarrod’s legs and hooked his hands under Jarrod’s knees to spread them wide. Jarrod held his legs up as Heath grabbed his cock and pushed ever so slowly inside. Jarrod closed his eyes, relishing every inch as it went deeper. Firmly embedded in Jarrod’s ass, Heath leaned over, bent Jarrod almost double and kissed him hungrily,
“This way I can see your face when I make you cum,” Heath told him with a lascivious grin as he pushed back up to his knees. He grabbed Jarrod’s thighs and used them for leverage as he started to thrust. Jarrod moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, Heath, harder,” he groaned. Heath didn’t hesitate to oblige; he picked up speed and watched the carnal enjoyment on Jarrod’s face. Jarrod reached down to stroke his own cock and the sight of him pleasuring himself while being fucked inflamed Heath’s lust even more. He bent over Jarrod again and bit and sucked on his chest until he knew he’d left a mark. Then he pounded into him harder and faster until Jarrod’s seed covered his hand, his belly and some had even splashed as far as his chest. Damn, he was even hotter wearing his own cum and as Heath felt his own climax approaching, he pulled out and held his cock so his semen splattered across Jarrod’s face. Now that was a sight Heath would never get tired of; his immaculate older brother sweaty and dishevelled by sex and covered with cum.
Jarrod looked at him in surprise. Heath leaned over and licked a drop off Jarrod’s cheek. “Now that is just the way I like you,” he drawled. He got off the bed, pulled on his clothes and peeked carefully out the door before opening it all the way. “You might want to clean yourself up,” he suggested with a wink before he slipped out and closed the door behind him.

Jarrod didn’t get up right away. He just lay there, catching his breath and marvelling at the sensations. He was sated in a way only Heath had been able to do for him and he could feel the sticky strands of cum on his face. Tentatively, he licked at the semen on his upper lip. It was sticky and salty and tasted like Heath. Jarrod swiped the rest off his face and looked at the milky substance on his fingers before he sucked it all off slowly. Now he knew the answer to his question from their first encounter; if Heath came in his mouth, Jarrod would swallow it greedily and work for more. With that thought in his mind, Jarrod rolled over and shut his eyes, not even bothering to clean off the drying semen splattered across his body.
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Brothers	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i don't own The Big Valley and make no money from this.

Brothers