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Chapter Six | Sins Amongst Men

"I know a place we can take over for a while," Peter said as they galloped across the prairie.
"Where is it? Might've already been there."
"A small little farmhouse in the middle of New Hanover? Lots of goats." Arthur pondered his memory for a brief moment.
"Must've missed that one." He said,
"Then there we go."

Luckily they were only a few minutes away from the house, so it wouldn't be long.
"That it?" Arthur asked as they approached the home. A small hut tucked into a hill, grass on the roof. Like it's been overgrown.
"Yeah." Peter said as they stopped their horses, "Guy who used to live here owed a lot of money to the camp. He's not here anymore I know that much."

The man had gotten the death treatment, he was brought into the O'Driscoll camp and executed in front of everyone. Some poor farmer, never hurt nobody.

The goat had died from starvation, all of the animals now barely anything more than bones. It'd been left to rot after the man's death, it is hard to find. Tucked away in the middle of a massive field.

Inside wasn't that bad, a nice and comfortable-looking bed. A hand-stitched quilt was laid atop it, along with proper pillows. There weren't any separate rooms, it was all crammed into a rectangle. Well, that's what Peter thought until he found the bathroom.

Inside was a cast iron tub that sat in the center of the room. Underneath was a burner of sorts, something to heat the water. Along with a bucket to collect well water to actually fill the tub.

That's exactly what Peter did, didn't take long. Have Arthur time to dust a bit. And after the tub was filled, Peter lit the burner and waited for it to heat up. It'd be a while that's for damn certain.

The bed was beside the wardrobe, then on the other side of the room was the kitchen. And in between was a table and a fireplace. Everything you'd need to live somewhat comfortably.
"Place is pretty nice actually," Arthur mumbled as he sat down his satchel and gun belt on the dusty table.

Peter walked over to the bed, stripping it of its fabrics as he shook them out. A cloud of dust and sediment pushed out as he cleaned the bed. It was still definitely not clean but it was at least dust free. The place certainly smelled farmy.
"What's the time?" The younger man asked, looking over to find Arthur watching him without a care in the world.

"Oh! Uh," Arthur pulled out his pocket watch, "five o'clock."
"Then I reckon we should stay here tonight. Bed looks cozy."
"You tryna get me in bed?" Arthur asked with a smirk,
"Do you want me to get you in bed?" Peter inched closer to his partner.
"That depends what you wanna do in it."
"I want you to fuck me tonight. Roughly too."

Arthur's eyes widened gleefully, a grin stretched across his stubbled face.
"Thought you wanted to be in control?" Arthur asked with a confused tone,
"Just for tonight... I'm yours, cowboy."

Peter watched as Arthur's eyes dropped to his task, pulling the buttons to Peter's vest apart before reaching back up, slipping his hands between the fabric and Peter's dress shirt to slide it off his shoulders.

Arthur threw it aside to work on his gun belt, pulling his pants down to his knees before tipping him backward onto the bed. Peter huffed indignantly as he landed on his back, Arthur catching his feet to remove his pants completely.

Those were also casually tossed somewhere, Arthur keeping his grip on Peter's ankles.
"You're finding those for me later." He warned, some of the gravity of the threat lost considering his current position.

Arthur didn't seem concerned, shrugging as he stared down at him with an almost disconcerting grin.
"That's what you're worried about right now?"
"Distract me then." Peter purred, pressing his toes into Arthur's shoulder. Arthur turned his head to kiss the arch of that foot, sliding his hand down the back of his calf.