Running With An Outlaw

5

Sam woke up the next morning from his position a little way away from Clint and stretched a little. It wasn't long after dawn, but the fire had gone out and the sun had already started to climb slowly in the sky. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and checked to make sure than the outlaw was still breathing.
Color had returned drastically to the man's face and he definitely looked much better now than he had the previous day. He groaned and slowly began to come to and he then looked over to the man beside him. "Samuel? O-Oh man... H-Help me up..." he breathed, sounding urgent.
Sam heard him and hurried to his side, glad to see the change in the man's color. He carefully put the outlaw's good arm around his shoulders and helped him to a sitting position.
"Is this okay or do you need to stand up?" He asked as he looked at him cautiously.
"Nah, nah, im good... J-Just am sore from the position I laid in to sleep..." he explained and then winced some and looked to his arm. "Hurts less today by still isn't pleasant... How're you this morning?"
Sam gave a soft smile before settling down beside him so that he was facing the brunette. "I'm okay, just worried about you. I'm glad to hear that it hurts less today," he said truthfully as he noticed the wince.
The outlaw smirked at the younger man and then grabbed his arm and pulled him down over top of him and he looked up at the man above him and smiled. Samuel let out a quiet yelp when he was grabbed and managed to catch himself before he fell onto him. He looked down at him with a roll of his eyes, but a small smile crept onto his lips.
"Hey handsome..." Clint said softly and then grabbed the man's chin. "What're you thinking right now? Hmm? Besides worrying about me?"
"That you're a pain in the ass," he laughed before leaning down and placing a short-lived kiss on his lips. "In more ways than one."
"Ah, well, now you just hurt my feelings..." he whimpered, acting like he was hurt by what the man had said but then he kissed Samuel back.
Sam smiled before teasing," And here I was thinkin' you were someone without feelings."
"That fine ass of yours still hurting, handsome? Maybe I could make it feel better..." he offered.
He gave a soft chuckle before shaking his head. "I'm fine, Clinton. You always this way in the mornin'? Cause I think I could get use to it," he answered before placing another kiss on his lips.
Clinton chuckled. "Nah, just more this way when you're around. You just bring out the horniness in me, Sam. Its just addictive; your lips, your body, your voice." he said and then kissed his lips back. Sam rolled his eyes and moved slightly so that he was straddling the man rather than leaning over him which caused the outlaw to look at him with a raised eyebrow and place his hands on Sam's hips. "What're you doing, handsome?"
"Why just me then?" The dark haired man questioned as looked down at the man's hands on his hips. "Getting comfortable", he answered before leaning down and kissing him again, pulling away slight to whisper on his lips. "Might as well, seeing as I'd rather kiss you than move."
"Because you're different than them I guess. They were fun and left when they were done with me. You decided to stay, whether it be kindness or stupidity... you stayed for me, so why not show you some affection the other men don't get rewarded with?" he said and then he smirked and kissed him back. "I love those lips, Samuel."
"I guess it could be a little of both," he smiled before kissing the male again. "I love yours, too," he added before moving off of him, he took a breath and looking down at him for a moment. "You're a lot different that I originally believed."
"Good, you can have them as much as you want. I won't stop you from doing so." Clinton said with a grin and then he brushed a bit of the Sam's hair out of his face, Sam smiled before kissing him again.
"What did you originally believe me to be, besides a killer?"
Sam pulled away and moved so that he was sitting beside him again. "Honestly? An asshole that didn't care for anyone but himself," he replied as he looked down at him.
Clinton raised a brow and then chuckled some at the young man. "Well, your idea of me wasn't too far fetched." he said and then yawned some before his hands slid so his fingers rested just inside the waistband of the back of Samuel's pants.
"I am an asshole." he said before flipping Samuel over on to his back, the outlaw over top of him now. "But I can occasionally show a more passionate side of myself." he grinned.
Sam smiled and looked up at him.
"You're gonna hurt yourself, Clint," he warned as his eyes flickered to the wound on his shoulder in concern.
One of the horses snorted nearby which caused Sam to glance towards them, the mare had only given the gelding a nip to make him leave her alone. The sheriff's son turned his brown gaze back back to the outlaw's own hazel ones.
"I think my stallion is trying to flirt with your mare." Clint chuckled and then he kissed the younger man softly.
"He's always had a crush on her, even after he was gelded but seriously, you're going to hurt yourself," he laughed before accepting the kiss.
"I'm fine. Now will you stop worrying and just enjoy me?" he asked before he started to plant hot kisses down along the man's more sensitive neck areas.
He rolled his eyes at the request but found himself flushing at the kisses, moaning almost silently when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Why'd you have such a stunning steed gelded?" he asked and continued to plant kisses along the man's neck, slowly allowing his fingers to slide down further in Samuel's jeans. "Mmm, you like those kisses on your neck? Hmm?"
"Not my idea for him to be," he answered before turning his head to allow the man better access to his neck. He could feel the outlaw's fingers sliding into his pants but didn't stop him as he wrapped his arms around his neck, careful of his injured shoulder. He didn't have to answer the question as another quiet moan answered for him.
The kissing continued between the two and the outlaw wasn't about to stop it anytime soon and it didn't seem like Samuel wanted to stop either. The brunette exhaled slowly and then bit his lip a little before he then whispered into the man's ear.
"I want you to make love to me now, Samuel." He said in a lust-filled tone.
"I have no idea what I'm doing though and you're hurt," he reminded, a little disappointed when the kissing stopped, but his voice turned him on and he found himself leaning up to kiss along his jaw, neck, and collarbone seductively. Clinton bit his lip slightly at the kissing taking slow, steady breaths. Samuel ran his hands down his sides to rest on the man's hips before leaning back to look up into his face.
"Well, if you don't start to learn then you'll never know how." he stated in a calm tone despite the fact that he was starting to get a very lust filled expression. "Mm, th-..." the outlaw trailed off as the sound of impeding hoofbeats became evident.
"Samuel, s-stop... We need to get out of here. They've been tr-tracking us."
The sheriff's son cursed and slid out from under him and hurried to saddle the horses, not letting Clint lift the heavy tack because of his shoulder.
"We should have left earlier," he said worriedly as he finished Clint's horse before moving to work on his own as quickly as he could.
"No, you should have headed home earlier. I should've never involved you into this mess. If you go now you can tell them I held you hostage and you escaped. That I'm heading south." he said and then got up with a slight groan and then mounted up on his horse. "No argument. Go home, Samuel."
Sam finished saddling his horse and looked up at him with a glare before mounting the brown animal.
"Shove it up your ass, Clint. It isn't happening, as much as you don't want to admit it, your goin' to need help out there," he growled as he looked over his shoulder nervously as the sound of the hooves drew closer.
"Excuse me, boy? Who do you think you are? You better know that kind of talking to me could end very badly." he said before kicking his horse into a gallop and heading off away from the impeding hoofbeats, knowing if they didn't soon get going they'd both be caught.
Sam kicked his own horse into a gallop after the outlaw not caring about the threat. He urged the animal on until he was riding beside him, their horses almost neck and neck as they raced away from their trackers. His face was set in a stony expression as he rode, keeping his eyes away focused on what was in front of them.
Clinton kept up the gallop on his gelding. A few hours passed, miles behind them and their route changing several times so they wouldn't be followed. They were finally away from the men and it seemed as though they were now safe, finally. Clint slowed his horse to a stop and then dismounted. He slowly sat down near the very old building they had rode up on. He ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. "We'll bunk here for the night..."
Sam stopped his horse but didn't dismount as quickly as Clint had. His horse danced under him, breathing hard from the long ride, and he eventually dismounted. He slowly uncinched the saddle and laid it next to the building before doing the same for the gelding.
"Sounds good to me. One of us should go hunt though, and with that shoulder of yours don't think you should be using a rifle," he said in a calm voice as he laid the saddle next to his own. He had let go of his own anger more than an hour before, but he couldn't help but wonder if Clint was still mad about what he had said to him.
At least for tonight they were safe and could sleep soundly without having to worry about anyone tailing them, but the only problem the outlaw faced now was the risk of infection from the open wound he had now earned in his shoulder by a single bullet.
"I think th-that'd be a good idea, but just be careful out there. Last thing we need is a second man down... and I would be able to carry you back up here, but barely..." he said and an brushed a hand through his hair after taking off his hat.
Samuel swept his over the male with concern, hearing the break in his words. The dark haired man stretched his stiff legs from the ride and let out a soft breath. He took a deep breath and grabbed the long firearm from beside Clinton's saddle but paused instead of walking off to hunt like he had suggested. Instead he turned to the slightly older man, the outlaw he had previously disliked so strongly but now had mixed emotions over. He turned to leave but hesitated again, looking over his shoulder at the brunette.
"What are you thinking about? Somethin's obviously bothering you," he asked as he turned toward him again to wait for an answer.
The outlaw sat in silence as he thought deeply about a couple of things. There was a lot on his mind and that was obvious.
He suddenly looked up as the younger man broke his train and he tilted his head some as he watched the younger man, rifle in hand and ready to make a kill when he got out hunting.
"What?" he questioned, not having heard anything the younger man had said to him but knowing he had said something, just because he was still standing there and hadn't left yet.
"Nothing, it's not important", he sighed before turning to walk away figuring the outlaw didn't want to talk. He carried the rifle at his side, pointed toward the ground so if something happened it would fire in that direction rather than to the side.
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Samuel came back after a while with a couple of rabbits hanging from his hand by their back legs. He sat the rifle against the building before moving a short distance away to clean the animals to cook. Eyes occasionally glancing up to look for Clint.
As the younger man returned with a couple rabbits dangling from his fingers, Clinton managed a soft smile.
"Nice job..." he complimented and then slowly got up and walked over and sat down beside him and sighed. "I'm sorry I was short with you earlier and was kind of a jerk..."
Sam looked up from what he was doing for a moment when Clint walked over.
"No, it's okay. I snapped at you as well, and I shouldn't have," he sighed finally as he finished one rabbit. The dark haired male turned slightly so that he was facing him a little better.
"How you feelin'?" He asked as he started the next rabbit, being careful to get the bullet out of it so they wouldn't find it later when they were eating.
"I'm doing fine for the moment, but if we don't find something to close up his wound I'm going to die..." Clinton said nonchalantly, as if it didn't matter much if he died. He looked at the rabbit before he stole the third one away and began working on skinning it first.
"Tell me what I need to do and what you need and I'll take care of you," he said with a faint smile as the man grabbed the third rabbit.
"It's hard to, um, show how I feel... so... that's what I was thinking about earlier. I was trying to figure out your feelings towards me, and mine towards you..." he admitted quietly.
Samuel worked on his own as he listened to what he was saying. Taking a moment to collect his own thoughts.
"The honest truth? I'm not even sure how I feel about you completely," Sam started before looking up at him again, stopping what he was doing for a moment. "I know I like you, but I'm not sure what that means."
"I appreciate the help, really I do, but I don't know how much I can have you continuing running around like my nurse..." the outlaw said and then fished the rabbit before he sat it down and wiped his bloody hands off on a cloth and then looked to Samuel.
"We'd need medical supplies; things we do not have available, which would cost us another trip somewhere to find them." he explained and then he looked down and then back up at the man who had helped him a lot.
"I don't know how I feel towards you either, Sam, but I will tell you... its much different than anything I have felt with any other man I've been with..."
"I'm more than willing to help you, Clint. You should know that by now; and if that means running around as your nurse, so be it," he sighed before finishing his rabbit and wiping his own hands. He rose to his feet and started to gather wood from around the area for a fire to cook on. "There's a town not too far from here, I can make a run tomorrow for supplies, but I wouldn't want to wait much longer than that because you're already running so high risk of infection."
He walked back and started setting up the pit, listening as Clint spoke again. Looking up to examine his face, he gave a soft sigh.
"That's good though, right? Your feelings towards me?"
Looking at the man, Clinton sighed and then nodded softly. "Yeah, its good... I think, but um... I don't want you getting the wrong idea."
"Don't worry, I don't get my hopes up easily. So you're okay," he replied nonchalantly, turning his eyes back on the outlaw," I'm not going to get any wrong ideas."
"Well, one day I'll return the favor - somehow, someway." Clinton told him and then watched as he got up and gathered firewood for a fire for the night. Hopefully they were now out of harm's way and there was no more running for a few days at least.
"If you're going to go on a dangerous mission to find medical supplies then I'm coming with you. Just because I have a bum shoulder doesn't mean I can't help, Samuel. Let me help."
Samuel nodded in response as he finished the pit and worked on putting the wood in the middle. "You can come I suppose, I can't really do anything to stop you," The younger man sighed as he started the fire, and worked on setting the rabbits to cook.
"Well,I just don't want you to think that we're going to end up being something or something, because there's a good chance in the following days here, I'll be dead. I just don't want you to be crushed by that... or anything, cause I do care about'cha, Samuel." Clinton said and then he helped turn the rabbits so they cooked evenly.
"There's just too much life left for you to waste on an old piece of shit cowboy like me, is all."
"Don't worry, Clint. I'll be okay, but with any luck you won't die for a while longer. Plus. I'm used to death and I know the risks of running with an outlaw", he sighed as he looked at the brunette for a moment.
"And you aren't a piece of shit, Clinton."
"Oh so you're saying you'd like me to stick around for a while? Most people want me dead." he said and then he moved closer to the man and grabbed his chin and pulled him in closer, giving him a soft kiss on the lips and then whispering on them.
"Maybe not to you, but I feel like I am. Honestly, my life isn't worth much, Samuel. So, I'm glad at least one man cares about me..."
"Everyone's life is worth something, and yes, I'd like it if you stuck around for a while", he smiled before giving him another short kiss before turning the rabbits again.
"Not mine right now. The only one that matters right now is your life and how you choose to spend the rest of it. With me or back home where you belong." Clinton said and then he looked down before looking slowly back up at the man. "I care deeply about you, Samuel. Why're you wasting your life on me?"
"I don't have much going for me there but the horses. I don't know, I guess I just want to do something, anything, different and being someone people would barely remember the name of if it wasn't for who my dad is," he sighed after several long moments. "I don't think I'm wasting it on you, Clint. You make me feel alive again and I guess I just like that feeling."
"I that no you have a lot more going for you than you think you do, but its your choice what you do." Clint said and then he exhaled slowly as he brushed a hand through his hair.
"There's so much you just don't know that's going to happen in the next couple of days and none of it is going to be good for either of us - mostly me, so I need to know now if you have my back or not, Samuel...."
Sam listened to him speak and was quiet for several moments as he mulled the words over in his thoughts.
"Of course I have your back, Clinton. I'm not going to turn around and betray you, I'm just not like that. I'm also not going to leave when things get hard either," he said with a stony expression as he looked at the outlaw for a moment and than back to the orange flames in front if them.
"Just because you have it for now doesn't mean you'll have it later on." Clinton stated and then he looked to the flames before he pulled out the cooked rabbit and set it aside to cool some before they ate.
"There's so many things that could change your loyalty to me and I don't want you to feel forced to tag along with me. None of this was your fault. I'll be fine on my own, Samuel." Clinton assured.
"Will you stop trying to drive me away? It isn't going to work. There might be some things that test the two if us, and but I don't think it would ever change the fact that I see you as a good friend and I don't turn on friends. So knock it off, and accept the fact that you're stuck with me," Sam sighed in frustration as he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself. He was stubborn, Sam knew that, a bit like a racoon who would rather die than let something go when he believed he was right.
"I'm not going to sit around and let you die because you were too stupid to just go home and save your ass? I'm not trying to have you leave, force you to leave, but if its what I have to do to save your ass from death I'll d..." he trailed off and grabbed his shoulder, his hand clenching white-knuckled tight. "Da-Dammit..." he stammered before he looked at Sam.
"Just don't do anything stupid... Got it? I see you as being more than just a friend to me, Samuel..."
"My life is mine to decide what to do with, whether it's because I'm 'stupid' or something else. If I die its because of what I chose to do with it on my own," he moved a little closer to the outlaw and looked at him with concern when he groaned in pain and clutched his shoulder.
"Alright, I'll stop trying to change your mind. Its your choice to make, I'll respect that." Clinton said and clenched and unclenched his hand, watching it and knowing it was bothering him more every minute that passed, but he wouldn't let the younger man know that.
He noticed the way that Clinton was clenching and un-clenching his hand, but didn't say anything figuring that he was just attempting to stop the pain in his shoulder.
"I won't do anything stupid on purpose.... and I do too Clinton. I just don't know what it means because I've never felt it before." He took a deep breath and looked at his face again," You need to relax, I'm sorry that I'm putting stress on you."
He smiled at him and shook his head, "You're not stressing me out. Come on, let's eat, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow..."
"Thank you, Clint," Sam smiled back at him, glad that he had finally given in on the matter. The dark haired male nodded slowly and leaned over and pulled a leg off one of the rabbits and offered it to him, waiting for him to accept before doing the same for himself.
"How long have you worked with horses, Samuel? How many years? What age did you start?" Clinton asked curiously and then he smiled slightly, taking the leg that was offered to him and taking a bite out of it. "Man, that's good..."
"Since I was old enough to start riding and ever since. I just liked being around them", he started before taking a bite himself.
The brunette looked up as it started luring down rain.
"Oh fuck! Are you serious?!" he cussed and got up and rushed to his saddle bag and got out a large blanket that had been folded tightly to fit in nicely and he shook it out and then draped it over some branches, making a good enough tent. He took his horse's lead rope and Samuels that were in the bags and used them to secure the thick, almost waterproof blanket. He then grabbed the remaining meat.
"Come on, under the tent!" he hollered, Clinton's gelding shaking off, quite enjoying the rain on his sweaty coat.
He almost groaned when he felt the first drop on his face and moved to get the saddles out of the rain when it started pouring so they wouldn't be ruined while Clint made the tent. Once he was done with that he moved under the blanket with him, shaking out the drops of rain that had collected in his hair.
"Cloud burst, hopefully it won't last too long," Samuel sighed as he settled down beside the other man. He took a breath and looked at him when he heard thunder in the distance. "Never mind, I'm probably wrong."
"Well, good thing a little rain never hurt anyone." Clinton chuckled before eating another bite of the semi-soaked meat and then he looked at Samuel. "Well, you surely got a talent in you for the horses by the way." he said and then pushed his soaked hair out of his face.
"Why don't we get some of these soaked clothes off? We can squeeze them out and then hang ten up to dry some once the storm passes. I may have some dry clothing for us in my saddle bag we can put on later. But these clothes are just going to drop our temperature even faster." he said and then sat down his food.
He started to unbutton his shirt groaning as he pushed the clothing off his bad shoulder and then got off his shirt.
Sam nodded in agreement with a smile and took a bite of his own before looking up at him when he said he had talent for the horses.
"It's not so much talent as it is skill... If you had spent as much time around them as I have you would have the same abilities," he shrugged before taking another small bite of the rabbit.
With a small sigh he agreed about the clothing and sat down his own meat and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, noticing the way Clint moved slowly and groaned as the shirt brushed against his bad shoulder. He chewed the inside of his cheek in thought before looking down at his slightly wet jeans.
Clinton then went on to undo his belt and then he semi-stood up, somewhat bent over so he didn't hit his head on the tent and he pushed off his jeans, now only in his briefs. He threw the wet clothing to the side and then sat back down and looked to his shoulder with a slight grimace. The wound was red and looked quite irritated. He sighed and then picked his food back up and went back to eating.
"Once the rain stops, I'll grab you some dry clothing from my bag. But no point in trying to grab it and have it soaked by the time I reached the tent right now... And I think you're just being modest about your talents, boy. I was around them a lot, too, never managed to get one of my steeds down a gorge like that... It was impressive."
Sam sighed and did the same until they were both in nothing but their underwear. He started to eat his own meat again before his eyes glanced up at the wound that was on Clint's left shoulder.
"Tomorrow we are definitely doing something about that. It's not looking very good, we should put another clean bandage on it now before it gets worse but they are in my saddle bag..." he sighed as he motioned toward it but looked up at his face when he said something about dry clothes. "I'm not sure you're clothes will fit me. I'm a good deal smaller than you," he commented before taking a bite of the food and chewing thoughtfully.
"I know it's not looking good. Don't feel very good either." he said and ten exhaled slowly before he looked down and then he exhaled with a quiver as he moved his shoulder.
"I could teach you, if you want. It's useful to know in case you need a quick getaway or need to get down somewhere steep like that. Not a lot of people can do it because it takes a lot of self control on our part to stop from freaking out when the horse suddenly turns downward."
"Damn." he stammered and then looked to Samuel. "You'd teach an old dog new tricks? Ha! Good luck with that one, son..." he said and then laid back after finishing his meat. "You're not that much smaller than me, body wise... Your endowment on the other hand, might be better than my own." he grinned and then pulled Samuel down over top of him and softly kissed his lips.
"You can't be that much older than me, so I believe there are a couple new tricks I could teach you," Sam laughed as he was pulled down to rest carefully on top of him, moving slightly so he wasn't putting any pressure on the brunette's bad shoulder. He kissed him back and shivered at the feeling of his hand across his back.
"Mmm, maybe so. Well see what you can teach me when the time comes."
"So, when will I get to feel what you have to offer for me?" he asked and then brushed his hand slowly down the man's bareback. "You didn't get hurt earlier did you?"
"As soon as I don't need to worry that I'm going to hurt you with a wrong movement... and no, I'm fine, thanks for your concern," he chuckled before brushing a strand of his damp, brown hair out of the outlaw's face and kissing him again.
Clinton chuckled and then he kissed Samuel back and smiled as he brushed his hair out of the way for him. "And why is my bum shoulder stopping you from making me feel good, huh?" he asked and rubbed Samuels back in a caressing type of way. "If its really that you're just too scared, I understand. But don't make excuses for not wanting to..." he said softly and brushed his hand along the younger man's jawline.
"I mean, the next couple of days are going to be life and death. I'd kind of like to know if you're man enough to love me or not, boy. Cause if you aren't, then I think maybe I'll just have to show you how to toughen up... and stop being scared."
"And I'm glad you're okay, I really am."
Sam's smile fell away when he started talking about him being scared and if he was man enough. He looked down and started to say something but instead just bent down and kissed with controlled passion for a few moments before pulling away a fraction of an inch. "I'm not scared, Clinton. I'm just worried about you, but if you want to mess around and risk you getting hurt more that's on you," he whispered on them before kissing along his jaw slowly. He pulled away for a moment to wait for the outlaw's response.
The outlaw moaned at the kiss, turning his head away some as the younger man kissed along his neck. "You can be a real a-animal, can't you?" he stammered out, his voice a bit off because his breathing had picked up substantially.
"Oh man, I'm n-not gonna get hurt anymore th-than I am, so stop worrying, sweetheart. Its adorable and all, but I'm okay, really."
Samuel smiled at the stammer and moved so that he was straddling the man like he had done earlier in the morning . "I can be when I'm accused of being afraid," he joked before kissing his neck again, pausing now and again to kiss Clinton on the lips. He was taking Clint for his word, but know he would feel bad if he accidentally hurt him.
Clint's breathing picked up slightly as he pressed himself against the male, moving his hips against him through the fabric, feeling like it was what he should do even though he was completely clueless.
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The two men didn't get much further than some foreplay the night before because Clinton had to stop because of his shoulder like Sam had been worried about.
Clinton woke up to the sun shining through a small hole in the fabric of the blanket he used to make shift tent and he groaned and rolled onto his side, looking at the naked man laying beside him. He smiled and then kissed Samuel's forehead, waking the man without meaning to, before he got up and went and grabbed dry clothing from his saddle bag, brought it over and sat it down.
"Wake up, and try these on for size." he said and an yawned some before kissing him again. "Sorry we didn't go very long last night. Shoulder just started hurting too much." he apologized and then he brushed a hand through his hair.
Sam gave a tired smile at the second kiss and looked at him as he brought over the saddle bag.
"I tried to warn you that, but in all honesty it's okay," he said as he sat up and pulled on the clothing as it was handed to him, but he own briefs. The clothes were a little loose but not too bad and once he had finished dressing his stretched his arms over his head with a tired yawn before leaning over and kissing the outlaw softly on the lips.
"We got a long day ahead of us..."
"Yes we do, but hopefully nothing bad happens," Sam sighed as he pulled away to examine the male's face.
"And by the way, last night was amazing. Just saying," Clinton said and then he kissed the younger man back with a smile before he brushed some of the man's hair away out of his face and then kissed him once more.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me? What'd I do?" he asked and then tilted his head some, wondering what was wrong. Wondering what he could've done wrong.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I thought it was, too",Sam smiled but forced his gaze away from his face when he mentioned it.
"I was appreciating how handsome you are," the sheriff's son laughed quietly before standing up and making his way out of the tent. He stretched again once he was standing up right, letting out a pleasant sigh as his back popped quietly.
"Ah, sure you were." Clinton chuckled and then pulled on his own briefs and stretched some before pulling on a pair of clean jeans and buttoning them, then zipping them up. He then grabbed a shirt and walked up beside Sam. "Mind helping' an injured cowboy get his shirt on?" he asked, knowing it'd hurt worse to try to do it himself. "If you wouldn't mind, that is..."
"I really was admiring you!" he laughed quietly and watched as Clint came out with his shirt in hand.
Samuel nodded with a soft smile and accepted the shirt as it was offered before helping him into it. He buttoned it up for him and paused to smooth the collar when he reached the top.
"There... though I do prefer it when your shirtless," he teased as he took a small step away.
"Thank you. I prefer you shirtless as well, handsome." he said and then he kissed him again before starting to tack up his gelding.
"You should get your mare ready. We have a long day ahead of us. Want to eat first?"
Sam accepted the kiss and smiled at the statement followed by the second kiss before he watch Clint move toward the gelding to start putting the tack on the animal.
"You aren't lifting that saddle," he scolded before lifting it into the gelding for him. He moved to his horse and started to do the same for her, shaking his head at the question."I'm fine, but you go ahead and eat something if you want it," he replied with another while as he tightened the girth.
"Yeah, yeah, Ma, I know. I know." Clinton grumbled and then cinched up his saddle before he bridled his horse and then mounted up with a slight groan. He then looked at Samuel. "Before you mount up, grab the blankets and lead rope and dismember the firepit. We don't want any evidence of us being here." he said and circled his horse to try to keep him calm while he waited for Samuel. "I would do it, but my shoulder's getting worse..."
Sam nodded and worked on getting the camp disassembled and mounted his horse, moving her so that he was beside his companion again.
"You ever get into any trouble, Samuel? I'm just curious."
Sam looked over as Clint rode up beside him and thought about it for a second.
"Well, I was in my pa's jail for a few hours once before because I instigated a fight in the tavern a while back. But I never really got into too much trouble because of being the sheriff's kid", he shrugged as he looked forward again.
"Mm, you got in a tavern fight? I don't believe that for a second. You're like a giant teddy bear, Sam!" Clinton joked and then he nudged his horse into a steady canter and began riding him along, watching where Samuel was taking them.
"I'm only a 'teddy bear' to those I like and friends. I get into fights a lot more than I probably should because if you haven't noticed, I don't hold my tongue very well," he countered as he sped up his horse so that they were riding side by side again.
"I'm worried that once we get into the town that they will recognize you. My face they probably won't know, but if your reputation is true they will notice you if given the chance," he thought out loud as they rode.
"Then I have a way so they don't have tao know who I am." Clint said and pulled his horse to a stop and reached back and pulled a bandana out of his saddle bag and tied it around his mouth, nose so only his eyes were visible. He then closed the bag and kicked his horse into a canter again and began riding once more.
"I'll be fine, alright?"
"Yeah that might work," Samuel sighed as he looked forward again. They were less than two miles away from the town and would most likely be there before the hour was up at this pace.
"I'm sure they will have what we need.... What is that exactly? Sorry but I'm used to gashes on a horse from careless owners, not bullet wounds."
"Hopefully so." he said and then he looked at the man riding beside him and he nodded and then began to list off what he could think of at the moment that they'd need. "We're going to need some kind of sterilizing solution - alcohol of any kind will work just fine. We'll need gauze, sutures, and a needle. Tweezers. Um... And some kind of medical taping." he said and then continued on riding.
"If either of us get into trouble we take off and meet up back at the campsite from last night? It's far enough away from the town that it might be safe," Sam suggested as the road, memorizing what they needed. He waited a few minutes before looking at him again, noticing that he looked like he was thinking on something.
"What are you thinking about?"
"And if one of us gets caught, don't be stupid enough to try to be a hero and save the other. Just run." he said and then looked at Samuel. "I'm not thinking of anything. Don't worry about it." he said and then he looked again to Samuel.
"Just... if I'm caught don't do anything stupid, got it?"
Sam was quiet for a while, chewing his cheek in thought but finally made himself nod in agreement.
"I won't do anything stupid, so long as you don't do anything stupid to get caught," the black haired man sighed as he turned his brown eyes onto the outlaw. The words came out colder than he had meant and he instantly looked forward. "Lets just get in, get what we need, and get out," he said in a warmer tone.
"Hmm, thanks for that. I'll try not to, but no promise on my end that I'm not going to." he said and then he yawned some. It was obvious the outlaw hadn't slept well the night before, but that didn't matter now.
"How much longer until we get there?" he asked and looked over to Samuel.
Sam still couldn't put to words how he felt about about the outlaw, but every day it was slowly becoming clearer on what those feelings could really be.
"Roughly ten minutes or so, I doubt we are more than a mile away from the town," he answered with a smile before leaning forward slightly and patting his horse's neck as they rode to encourage her.
He kept thinking back to Clinton's last request and found himself wondering if he could actually just leave if something happened to him, the longer he thought on it the harder the answer became. He gave a silent sigh as he leaned back in his saddle so that he was leaning as far forward and kept his eyes on the ground in front of them as they rode.