Running With An Outlaw

8

Samuel smiled and kissed Clint's forehead playfully. "That was amazing," he commented as he moved to lay beside him. They were both half dressed after their time together, but Sam didn't want to get dressed completely quite yet. He kissed the male on the lips quickly and wrapped his arms around his chest in thought.
Clinton out his hand under his head a d exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, but his chest still slightly heaved from their activities. He turned his head and smiled as Samuel put an arm around him. "You enjoy snuggling up to me, babe? How do you feel?"
"I feel just fine, babe. But I wouldn't mind hanging around here with you for a little longer," he hummed as he kissed him again. "How're you feeling, Clinton?"
"Little sore, but nothing I can't handle," Clinton said and he then caressed his finger over Samuel's chest and he watched him quietly.
"I'm glad to hear you're not hurting too bad," Samuel smiled as his eyes glanced down at the finger caressing his chest.
"Do you like me, Sam?"
His brown eyes danced back to his face at the question. "Of course I like you, Clint. Why you asking?"
"Well, I was wondering when we'd figure out what we were to each other." he said and then smiled at Sam and took his hand, intertwining fingers with his.
---"Well... what do you want to be?" Sam asked before kissing him quickly. He thought on the question for a moment and tightened his fingers slightly in the outlaw's.
Clinton rolled over so he could look down upon his partner. "I want... t-to be more than just a lover for you. I want to... be your boyfriend.." Clinton said hesitantly, not sure how he'd react to the words.
Samuel watched as he rolled over and looked up at him for a moment, eyes widening at what he said. A smile formed on his face and he leaned up and kissed him for a moment. "I would love to have you as my boyfriend, Clint." 
"You would?" Clinton replied, a bit surprised that the younger man looked so excited to be his boyfriend. "I promise to protect you and treat you right, and if you ever decide to go back home to your family again... I'll understand." he said and then placed his forehead to Samuel's. 
Samuel nodded and kissed him again before leaning back against the ground to look up at him as he spoke again. Smiling when he put his forehead. "I trust you, Clinton. I'll treat you right, too and take care of you as long as you'll let me... And don't worry about that, I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon," he said affectionately.
"I'll always allow you to be there for me as long as I can be there for you as well." Clinton said and stroked Samuel's cheek, a smile coming onto his lips.
"Where are we going to run off to?" The outlaw asked in curiosity.
"Hmm.... I think Oklahoma is nice this time of year."
He smiled at Samuel's choice of state. "Sounds just perfect."
"It's far away where we won't get bothered."
"We should get going, huh?"
"I guess we should."
"We should get going, long day ahead of us both..." he said almost regrettingly
A broad smile formed on the dark haired man's face as he started lovingly into his partner's.... no wait.. boyfriend's eyes. He smiled at the word as it ran through his head, never actually believing that he'd ever have someone to call his own. When Clint mentioned that they should be going he nodded reluctantly. "Well get up, cowboy, and we'll get going," he laughed quietly.
Clinton smiled and whispered onto Samuel's lips. "You're going to only be mine until the day I die." he said and then got up and helped Samuel up. "Oklahoma, right?" he asked and brushed his hand over Samuel's cheekbone. "I'll always have your back."
"Hopefully that won't be any time soon," Samuel smiled before he was helped to his feet. He nodded when he was asked about Oklahoma. "Unless you have somewhere else in mind?" He asked as he turned his face slightly into his touch," I'll always have your back too, Clint. Nothing will ever stop that." He moved to finish getting dressed.
"Yeah, we'll hope." Clinton said and then smiled and shook his head before he watched Samuel get dressed. He dressed himself and then he scooped Samuel up into his arms and leaned down, kissing his lips.
"Was last night better than our first for you?" he asked as he held him.
Samuel gave a surprised yelp when he was suddenly scooped up by Clinton and gave a soft laugh before kissing him back. "Much better, if I'm completely honest," he answered with a broad smile.
"Did you enjoy my tongue?" he asked and kissed Samuel again before stealing a soft, playful love bite on his neck and then setting him up onto his mare that he had tacked a bit ago for Samuel. He smiled up at Sam. He then gathered up the blankets and got them in the saddle bag and mounted up on his horse.
"I did, you're very good at that," he blushed before smiling at the bite. He chuckled almost silently when he was sat on the saddle of his horse and repositioned so that he was sitting properly.
"Maybe you can get some more when we get to Oklahoma..." he said with a slight grin and then he gathered his horse's reins. "You want to lead the way or me?" he asked and then looked at Samuel and then he looked ahead.
"You have a dream last night by chance? You rustled around a lot."
His face flushed noticeably at the question about the dream. "Yeah, it was a good one," he answered which was only half the truth. Part of it had been heartbreaking and he wasn't willing to even think about it.
"I think in a few more days I can get a saddle back onto him. And by the way, what's this gelding's name anyway? And what was your dream about?"
Samuel rolled his eyes and moved his horse so that he was next to him again. "I'll be looking forward to that," he purred before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You can lead the way, I feel like you'd know the way better." He straightened up in saddle and nodded," I'm sure he'll be okay by then, probably just needs some rest without it.. And I never really named him, but this kid that came by the barn to pet the horses used to call him Ash because of his color."
"Well, he needs a name I think. What about something like Gunpowder 'N Ash or something?" he suggested and then he exhaled slowly and ran his hand down the horse's neck.
"Hmm... I like that name, suits him," he answered after a moment of thinking, watching as he ran his hand down the gelding neck.
"You still didn't tell me what your dream was about." he said before softly kissing him back and then nudging his horse, he headed off in the direction Oklahoma would be.
He gave his mare a gentle kick so that he was walking beside him as he thought about how to answer about the dream. 
"It was just about how I pictured Oklahoma with you. Settling down, maybe starting our own ranch or something... but it quickly turned sad and I don't even want to think about it..."
They continued on their way and got about
three miles along. His horse suddenly reared and he barely held on. Ash came back down on his hooves and Clinton's eyes got wide as he saw multiple men circling around them now.
"Sam, run!" he exclaimed, knowing their was time for his lover to get away. He pulled out his pistol and aimed, but one of the men instantly had a gun at Sam's head and yanked him off his horse and dropped him forcefully on his knees.
"Drop the gun of he dies!" the man said threateningly. Clinton was just about froze, in shock. They were finally caught. "I said, drop your gun, Clinton!" the man said.
The sheriff's son looked up quickly when Ash reared and tried to figure out what had caused it, but waisted the time he had looking for the cause instead of running, pulling out his own gun when he saw the deputies. The weapon was knocked from his hand when he was ripped from his horse, causing her to rear as well but was grabbed by one of the men around them. He struggled against the man's grasp but stopped cold when the cold metal of the gun was suddenly pressed against the back of his head. 
"Well, well. Look we what have here. A murderer and my traitor son, must be my fuckin' birthday," the familiar voice of Sam's father said in a mocking tone as he rode up to them on his black stallion.
"Better drop your gun, boy. I'm not going to stop him if he decided to put a bullet in Samuel."
Clinton looked at Samuel and he then looked at the deputies. "You want me? Come get me." he said and kicked his horse, taking off, twisting himself around quick enough to shoot two of the deputies. This gave Samuel enough time to get away while the rest hurried after who they really wanted dead, the outlaw. "Well come on sheriff! Come and get me!" he teased as he rode onward. Sam knew that he was trying to start a distraction to let him get away, but there was no way he was just going to kick up heels and run.
The sheriff growled angrily when Clinton shot two if his men, killing one and wounding another as he rode away. He couldn't help but think that maybe him and his son weren't together like he had began to believe as he looked back at his dark haired boy who was scrabbling to get away from the deputy that had him. The older man gave another growl and turned his horse and chased after the outlaw, shooting at him, but missing. 
Samuel moved quickly once the shots were fired, punching the man that had his horse and grabbing his gun from ground before swinging up into his horse. He started to turn and leave because he knew it was what Clinton wanted him to do, but growled and wheeled his horse around, knowing that he couldn't leave Clinton to deal with his father and the four men who had chased after him, guns blazing. He pulled out his gun and shot one in the upper shoulder causing him to fall off his horse and roll onto the ground.
Clinton ducked as a shot rung out and then he looked back and noticed Samuel following. He kicked his horse faster and turned down towards a gorge, but his horse slipped and tumbled, rolling down the gorge with him. The deputies stopped and the sheriff stopped as well and looked at Samuel. "There's no way he survived that. You're safe now." he said, but didn't sound like he cared. The deputies turned and headed off. The horse laid at the bottom of the horse, disorientated and slightly scraped up, but okay. Clinton, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen.
Was this the end of the outlaw? Did the deputies and sheriff finally kill the wanted man?
Sam watched in horror as the horse fell down the gorge with Clinton on him, pulling his mare to a hard stop at the edge of it. Tears formed in his eyes at the deputy's words and he fought to stop them from falling. He watched his as Ash stood up, scrapped up and disoriented at the bottom of of the fall and looked for his boy friend as well, not seeing him. His father rode up and put a hand on his shoulder calmly.
"Come on, let's get you ho-" he started but was knocked off his horse by a sudden right hook from Samuel. 
"Don't fucking touch me ever again you bastard," he growled as he jumped off his horse, walked over and kicked his old man's side causing him to double over. 
"What the hell are you doing b-boy?" He managed as he clutched his side.
"You couldn't just leave well enough alone?! Go home pa, I don't want anything to do with you ever again," he growled before mounting back on his horse and heading down the gorge on her carefully, tears streaming down his face wanting to at least have some proof of Clint was actually dead.
As Ash got to his feet, he shook out the dirt and dust he had in his coat and then shook out his mane, snorting to get the dust out of his nose and then he took a couple faltering steps, his body not steady quite yet from the fall, but he didn't look to bad. Bruised, and a bit scraped, but nothing serious. The only thing noticeable right off the bat that was the outlaw's was his cowboy hat that laid semi-near where his horse had been, but the dust was so thick in the air that it was hard to see much else from where Samuel had been.
The sheriff finally managed to remount his horse and took off with his deputies, knowing without a doubt that there was no way the outlaw had survived a fall like that, and that gave a big grin to his cold face.
As Samuel got to the bottom of the gorge, the gelding looked to the younger man, but was too out of it still to really go over to greet him, so instead he just stood there. There was still areas on the side of the gorge where small groups of loose rock began tumbling down into the gorge, but it was all small loose rock and debris, nothing very dangerous, but it didn't help with the already thick dust up in the air. 
The outlaw was still not able to be seen in the denseness and there was no sounds of life, either.
Samuel jumped off his horse, coughing against the thick dust and pulling his shirt up to keep himself from breathing it in. He walked slowly, afraid of what he might find when the dust cleared, and made his way over to the grey gelding, touching his face softly, and his tears renewed when he saw the hat near the animal and picked it up with shaking hands.
"Clint!" He called out in a hoarse voice and ended the call with a thick cough as he breathed more of the dust that was slowly settling, but not fast enough to be able to see as quick as Samuel would have liked. He didn't know what he called out, tears pouring down his face as the thought formed in his head that he would never hear the outlaw speak again.
"Clint!!" He called again as he clutched the man's hat in his hand, his legs shaking as he took a step forward and didn't feel like they would support him much longer. He matched as the dust settled more and could see the rough outline of a man on the ground and ran forward quickly, dropping the hat on the ground and dropping down to his side, barely about to hear anything and barely able to see.
"Come on, please don't be dead..."
The body that laid on the ground was unrecognizable and looked horrific. No movement was noticeable and the body was so covered in dust that it wasn't noticeable who it was. Suddenly a sound came from Samuel's right side and a man stumbled out. There was blood down the side of his face and he was holding onto his one arm. His clothes were quite ripped up, and his voice was hoarse.
"Wh-Who's that? Di-Did the sheriff fall?" he asked, and the voice was Clinton. He took another step forward, but collapsed to his knees in a coughing fit and then he inhaled sharply as he tried to catch his breath and he then looked at Sam.
"Wh-Why didn't y-you listen t-to me and ru-run?" he asked, not moving from where he had knelt down, because he was too weak and hurting too much. The body on the ground was of some other deputy. Now it was obvious what had happened when Clinton was running. One of the deputies came up beside him and when Clinton felt his horse slipping when they started going down info the gorge, he grabbed e deputy to try to yank himself back up and over the deputy's horse and onto the ground, but instead the deputy went down with him and Clinton's horse, but the deputy's horse took off unscathed. The deputy was killed, Clinton got lucky.
Samuel jumped at the sound and looked up to see Clinton stumble out to his right. Sam's eyes widened and looked at the body in front of him and now that the dust cleared he could see that it wasn't Clint. He jumped from where he was kneeled down and ran over wrapping his arms around his neck, the tears running down his face falling harder as he buried his face into his shoulder, forgetting about the blood and how badly his partner was hurt. All that mattered was that he was alive and not the mess that laid a few feet away. Samuel's body shook with his sobs and he pulled away slowly, as he took a second to process the outlaw's question.
"No, it isn't the sheriff," he shook his head lightly.
"You dumbass! Why did you go to the gorge?! I thought you were dead!" Sam cried as he looked him over, he was in rough shape; his stiches ripped free, one arm hanging limp at his side, and his face half covered in blood. He purposely didn't answer his question about why he didn't run, feeling that there was more pressing matters. Samuel pulled off his shirt and pressed it over the worst of the bleeding on Clinton's temple as he tried to wipe away the tears that just kept coming.
Clinton groaned slightly as Samuel's arms wrapped around him and he sunk into him in a heaping mess of tears. He would've hugged his lover back, but his body hurt too much to move.
"I wa-was trying to get the guys to ch-chase behind me and get them to hit the lo-loose patch and fall down into the gorge, bu-but Ash slipped," he explained and then everything rushed back to his head.
"I-I tried to grab the deputy and swing over his h-horse and escape falling, but Ash slid and the de-deputy went down with me..." he said and then he gasped slightly when the shirt was put to his head. 
"I'll be fine, the deputy g-got the worst..." he said and finally put his ripped open shoulder around Samuels body and pulled him in, stopping him from doing anything more with his head.
"S-Stop worrying about my h-head and ju-just let me hold you.. I-I'm okay, shhhh...." he cooed, trying to comfort Samuel, his own tears falling now. He softly kissed the top of Samuel's head and held him.
What he said next, he hoped Samuel would answer, even though it was going to sound like a horrible question. "D-Do they thi-think I w-was killed, Sam...?"
Sam listened as he spoke, and wiped his eyes again to clear them. He nodded to show that he understood before he wrapped his arms back around him when he was pulled back against him, his body still shaking with grief and from happiness that he was alive. He tried to take deep breaths to calm himself, listening to Clint try to calm him down, but wasn't very successful and kissed his neck carefully. He looked up and tensed at the question he was asked before nodding slowly, new tears forming in his eyes when he saw the tears in Clinton's.
"We all did..." he mumbled quietly before burying his face back into the outlaw's neck. "I was s-so afr-raid that you w-were actually d-dead..."
Clinton still kept his arm around him, knowing his other arm was in even worst shape than the one that had been shot and the stitches were now out of. He had no idea how he was going to manage to get back out of this gorge but right now thats not what he was worried about the most - no, what he was worried about the most was his boyfriend. "You're not going to ge-get rid of me th-that easily," he said and he whispered in an almost inaudible voice on Samuel's head.
"G-Good th-they think I w-was ki-killed. They'll st-stop looking now."
"Th-Theyre gone n-now. W-We should get going.. I-Is Ash ri-rideable?" he asked and slowly pulled back from Samuel and sniffked, some tears still in his own eyes. Small pebbles and dirt were plastered to his cheek along with the blood and his hair was matted some in the back from where he had bled and it got mixed wit dirt in the blood. He just looked horrific.
Sam gave a small nervous laugh and kissed his cleaner cheek and pulling away, brused some of the pebbles from the other side. His tears had slowed as he looked at just how bad of shape his boyfriend was in and he looked at him with concern evident on his face. He looked half-dead, covered in blood and debris from the fall.
"I think he's okay, just scraped and dazed. W-would have been worse if he had the saddle on... but you are not moving, Clinton. You are hurt so b-bad..." he stated as his eyes swept over the wounds again. "We'll get you in better condition, and then we'll talk ab-bout leavin'." 
He could hear water running behind them and moved to get the empty canteen from his saddle bags and filled it, his movements still shaky as he did so. He made his way back and wet his shirt, which barely had any blood on it from when he had pressed it against Clint's head, and offered the rest to his lover knowing he needed to drink something. Samuel worked slowly to clean him up and take inventory of all the cuts and gashes that would need to be cleared and taken care of.
Clinton watched him and then winced as he brushed away some of the debris, most of his face still numb from the fall, but some feeling coming back slowly. His body looked worse than anything else. As Samuel was busy with getting the water, Clinton took the moment to cough a bit more and get the last of the dust and such out of his throat. He took the canteen and swallowed the water quickly, but he heaved over and coughed it back up as he got a horrible burning in his throat. He gasped for a breath and groaned some,
"Da-Dammit..." he gasped and then looked at Samuel and he rested his head somewhat on his boyfriend's shoulder and allowed him to keep the wet shirt to his head.
He wasn't up for moving anymore and his throat burned horribly now. It must've gotten scratched up some from all the dirt that he inhaled. It was probably irritated, too.
"H-How ba-bad d-do I look?" he asked in a weakened tone. "A-And are y-you sure A-Ash is alright? Y-You're alright?" he asked, gagging a bit and spitting out a small bit of blood, which was from a cut on the inside of his mouth on the back of his lip. He ran his tongue over his lip and felt the cut and sighed. "T-Tell me Do-Doctor Samuel, i-is my ha-handsome face ru-ruined?" he asked, sounding serious but trying to make his boyfriend smile.
Sam watched with worry when he coughed the water back up and found himself hoping he had just inhaled too much dust and that it wasn't a different problem. He allowed him to lean against him, kissing his cheek slightly as he did so, before moving the wet shirt from the wound and wiping a little of the blood from his face.
"I didn't check Ash over, but he just looks dazed and scraped up. And I'm okay, Clinton. Only thing hurting on me is my hand from punching the Sheriff," he said not even willing to think of the man as his father any more. Sam watched as he spat out the blood and looked at him with concern, but couldn't stop the weak smile that formed on his face at his lover's question.
"Completely wrecked, can't even recognize you anymore," he joked half-heartedly before placing the shirt back on the head wound which had slowed down in bleeding. He looked at Clint's now mostly clean face and kissed his cheek gently again. "But want to know a secret? I wouldn't care less if it was actually messed up horribly, I'm just happy that you're alive."
Clinton slightly winced with each wipe on his face, but he knew it needed to be done so Samuel could see the other wounds and see how bad he really was. His face consisted mostly of just scrapes and bruises, it was his body that was in the worst shape. The stitches in his left shoulder had been torn out mostly, exposing the open wound that was now covered in almost microscopic rocks and such and his right arm was immoveable, his arm out of it's socket. His back was also quite ripped apart but Clinton couldn't even feel that. And pretty much everything else was just bruised and achy.
"Its not really th-that bad, is it?" he asked, choking some at the thought. He also worried that his throat might swell up from the irritation and he'd stop breathing, but he wouldn't worry Sam with that.
As Sam reassured him that he'd love him even if his face had been that bad, Clinton sighed in some relief. He didn't really care how he looked, but the thought he was that badly hurt had scared him. "E-Everything hu-hurts, S-Sam...." he got out,his voice breaking some. His adrenaline was starting to wear off and the full extent of pain was starting to be more evident to him. Things that had been numb now hurt, burned, stung, or ached... "I-It re-really hu-hurts..."
Sam looked at him with worry before pulling out a knife out of his belt harness and cutting away Clinton's already shredding shirt. He nearly fainted at the condition he was in and more tears formed on his face as he tried to figure out what to do. Sam wasn't sure if he'd be able to take care of so many wounds on his partner's body and knew he didn't have the knowledge. He thought back to the doctor back in the town a few miles away, but didn't want to risk leaving him or moving him. He took a deep breath and more tears welled up in his eyes when Clint finally told him that he was in pain. 
"Shh, I know baby. Just stay calm for me, okay. I'm going to take care of you the best I can," he assured and moved to get a blanket from his saddle bags, lay it down, and move Clint carefully onto it so that he wouldn't be laying in more dirt while he attempted his best to help him. " Lay down for me on your side, I'm gonna have to clean you up and bandage you up."
Clinton bit his lip sharply when he was moved into the blanket and he barely managed to get himself onto his side. His shoulder that was out of the socket was all bruised and swollen and his back looked like he had slid down the gorge without a shirt on, every inch it was gashed up and bloody. His breathing was ragged now and he closed his eyes, groaning.
Sam apologized once he was settled into the blanket and looked him over, not even knowing where he would begin.
"G-Get my s-saddle bag off A-Ash and br-bring it to me..." he said in a pained tone, his body hurting so much now he couldn't even hold back the pain in his voice so he wouldn't upset Samuel.
"Please g-get the b-bag, S-Sam..." he whimpered out again and closed his hand into a tight fist, hoping that he could focus on that instead of the pain.
He looked up when he was told to get the saddle bag and nodded, before running to fetch it. The horse nipped at him when Sam brushed a tender spot but Sam ignored the attempted bite and carried the bag back over to Clinton trying to keep himself calm as he sat it next to him and one else back down, sitting on his knees as he did so. 
"P-please tell me what to d-do," he begged as he looked down at Clint with worry as he tried to remember what the doctor had done before.
"I-In the bag is a blanket and a fu-fully loaded pistol." he said and his voice broke as he continued. "I-I want you t-to put the b-blanket t-to my head and then pu-put the pistol against it. I-Itll mu-muffle th-the shot..." he said and bit his lip, tears sliding down his face.
"I-I wa-want you t-to ki-kill me, Sa-Samuel.... Pl-Please. I-I know i-it'll be hard t-to do it... i-I know, b-but please d-do it f...for me..." he said, more tears sliding down his face.
"E-Everything hu-hurts a-and its ge-getting harder t-to breathe. Ju-Just lay down be-beside me... h-hold me.... an-and pull the tr-trigger, ba-baby... I-I won't fe-feel anything. Ju-Just let it b-be over with...." he cried, everything hurting beyond explanation now that the adrenaline had fully worn off.
Tears ran down Samuel's face at the request and he looked down at his legs, chest heaving as he tried to get a hold of himself. The request was hard for him to take and he scrunched up his face against the pain he felt in his heart. 
"N-no. Y-you're going to b-be ok-kay. Th-hat is the one th-hing I j-just can't do for you, C-clint. I l-love you t-too much. You're going to be okay, I'm go-going to make you feel better, and we-we're going to live together while I take c-care of you," he sobbed, his fingers digging into his own jeans as he spoke.
"I k-know you're hurting, baby. Ple-ease don't ask that of m-me." He opened his eyes and moved the saddle bag away from the outlaw so he wouldn't get any ideas. He moved to his own bag and started to gather the things he would need to take care of him, the things he had gotten from the doctor the day before. 
Memories of his nightmare the night before flooded full force into his thoughts as he settled down next to him again. "Pl-lease don't hate m-me."
Clinton bursted into tears when Samuel refused to end his misery and he clenched the blanket. "B-But i-it hurts s-so much!" he exclaimed and tried to gr-grab the bag, but it was pulled away from his reach. He curled into a ball and his body shook in pain and from the amount he was sobbing from the agony his body was in.
"D-Dont y-you ge-get it?! " he cried and then he grabbed at Samuel and he managed to just barely sit himself up and he buried his face into Samuels chest. "I-I lo-love y-you, t-too, bu-but it hu-hurts so bad.... I-I can't ta-take it..." he cried and he then got really quiet and he barely whispered out. "Wa-Was th-this what ha-haopened in yo-your dream? D-Did you kn-know...?" he asked, his hand clenching Sam's shirt, somehow feeling slightly better in his arms.
"I-I don't w-want to die, b-but I don't want t-to live like this... I-I can ba-barely breathe... Ev+-Every breath hurts... I-... W-We need to get out o-of here, so-somewhuere I ca-can see the f-full ex-extent of the injuries.. an-and somewhere cl-cleaner than he-here..." he got out, the longer he was in Sam's arms, the less he hurt and he was starting to notice it, too.
Sam started crying harder when he bust into tears. "I know you're hurting. But please dont think like that. Soon you'll be better and won't have to worry about the pain anymore. He wiped his eyes wrapped his arms around him, careful of his fresh wounds, waiting for what he had sneakily given him to take effect on his boyfriend's pain wreaked body.
"I didn't know this was going to happen exactly, but I dreamt you got hurt... bad," he admitted. He waited for several moments as Clint spoke and kissed the top of his head lovingly, noticing that his breathing seemed to be becoming easier as he seemed in less pain.
"The doctor was worried that if you ever got hurt again that I wouldn't be able to keep you held down on my own... so he gave me some sedative to ease your pain and to sedate you so I could patch you up," Samuel said quietly before kissing his cheek. "I'm taking you back to him because I frankly can't do this on my own and I need help, but I can't move you if I know it's going to cause you that much more pain. Relax, baby. I'm going to take care of you."
"Y-You drugged me?!" he exclaimed and pushed away from Samuel and looked at him with pure betrayal and hurt in his eyes, "H-How co...." he trailed off as the drugs took full effect and he was knocked out cold.  Taking him back to that doctor could be a risk, but ere was none others nearby so what would be his other choice really?
Clinton was out cold now on his horse, laid over him on his stomach on the gelding as Samuel led the gelding along with his mare. Wherever they went, the journey wouldn't be easy either way.
Sam looked at him seeing the betrayal in his boyfriend's eyes and tears formed in his own.  Moving him to the horse had been a chore and the gelding wasn't too happy about it, but didn't fight against him. He lead the animals up a slightly less steep area of the gorge and checked to make sure that Clinton was okay before starting the long ride back to the town, worry on his mind and knowing that Clint would probably never trust him again. 

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This was probably one of the hardest chapters for me to write so I really hope that you guys enjoy it... Well those of you are actually reading it lol.
Dedicated to my friend Dove who has given me some tougher skin to sad things XD