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Chapter 6.

Written by Wolfie Steel.

Another morning dawns over the courtyard of the old O'Neil ranch, the smell of bacon and eggs being fried wafts up to my nostrils, I turn over in bed and place a gentle hoofed hand on the depression in the sheets left behind by Tyler, there is still a little warmth there so I know that it hasn't been long since the Doberman woke up from his slumber.

I hear the creaking of the landing floor boards as Taylor and Makeria have also just awoken to the delicious smell of breakfast being prepared, I get out of bed and use the chance to grab a shower before the others lay claim to the bathroom.

A soft and gentle murmur leaves my mouth as I step under the warm stream of water, and I know that there is one thing for sure, a nice hot shower beats the old tin bath any day. As the stream of water flows down over my equine body my mind wonders back to the past few days, Friday evening at 7pm saying good night to Michael as I clamber into my truck and head home for the weekend, Monday morning early near being forced off the road by a huge removal truck, meeting with the bank manager, and then his slightly wayward step son, finding Makeria and also finding the guy who I want to be the love of my life, Tyler.

My thoughts then drift to the night of...punishment... that I dealt out to Taylor with the help of Tyler and Makeria. Suddenly my mind fixes on the image of Tyler and my equine shaft begins to stiffen, I imagine Tyler in the shower with me, his taught and very juicy butt wrapped around my length, the loud grunts and groans of Tyler as I pound him hard...my thoughts are distracted by the sound of Tyler's voice.

"Christian, breakfast is on the table, so get down here and eat it before Taylor does"

I let out a soft sigh as my daydream is ruined; I quickly rinse my body off and shut off the shower. I wrap a towel around my nether regions and quickly head back to the room that I share with Tyler, fortunately with my short equine coat it doesn't take long to dry and I make it down stairs fully clothed in just ten minutes.

As I enter the kitchen my eyes fix on a feast fit for a king, the large table is absolutely full with plates and dishes containing everything from bacon and eggs, to sausages and hash browns, there is even three plates for toast, one plate of wholemeal; one plate of white; there is even a plate of sesame seed toast. When Tyler cooks, he cooks.

6:15am and the plates and dishes are all empty, and four furry bellies are full, we all pitch in with cleaning up, after all it wouldn't be fair to expect Tyler to clear up after he has just prepared the food. With the plates and dishes now clean and returned to their storage cupboards, Tyler, Taylor and Makeria head upstairs in a chain to use the shower, leaving me sat at the table with my thoughts.

7am arrives and we all head out into the courtyard with one mission, to convert the old disused out buildings into living quarters for the guests and the guys that are hired as trail riders. I figure that having two guys working on each of the buildings will mean that they will be ready in but a few days, the final building that will be converted is the old horse tack room, which because it has running water will be used as a washroom for the patrons and hired riders.

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It is now 4pm on Wednesday of the following week, and the final touches are being done to the washroom, in just nine days the ranch has gone from being pretty much beyond habitation to resembling something that would rival the South Fork ranch on the TV series Dallas. With all of the hard work that everyone has put into the rebuild I decide to hold off on opening the ranch until the following Monday, to allow the guys to rest.

9am Thursday morning and both myself and Tyler are heading to the local horse auctions, I have in mind the fact that for now I'm going to purchase just six horses, three for patrons to ride and three for the trail riders that will lead them. From my experience of working with horses, and of course the fact that I am one myself, I know that the horses I get for the guests need to be good natured and capable of being ridden by complete novices, as for the horses that will be for the trail riders, they can be a little more advanced as I have no intention of hiring riders that are wet behind the ears.

4pm Thursday, a shit load of money and six horses later both Tyler and I are heading back to the ranch having secured delivery of the horses for that evening. We arrive back at the ranch and just fifteen minutes later, the first of three double horse boxes pulls up in front of the ranch house. Makeria and I both help unload the horses and get them settled into their newly refurbished stables while Tyler is preparing dinner, and Taylor is using the tractor to move some hay bales into the paddock, he actually manages to complete this task with just one small accident, maybe just maybe he will turn into one of the best ranch hands around.

8pm and with the horses settled into their new homes, the four of us sit around the kitchen table ready to tuck into what I know will be a hearty meal, the incredible smells of the food being prepared are only bettered by the visual feast, a huge roast turkey dinner with all of the trimmings, I put my hoofed hands together as I speak.

"Well guys, tomorrow the four of us will head into town, Makeria, you and Taylor will do the grocery shopping which Tyler will give you a list for, you will also try to find a party store and purchase garlands and bunting for the grand opening on Monday, as for me and Tyler, we will be looking out for a few more guys to help us with the running of the place and also put the advertising up to announce the opening"

I get three silent nods of acknowledgement before we tuck into the bountiful feast. Two hours later the meal is over and the dishes have been put away, I open the fridge and take out four cans of beer, I walk into the small living room at the back of the house, well it is more of a snug than a living room, the three other guys follow me.

I motion for them to sit on the deep leather couches and chairs that line the room and hand each of them a beer, Taylor takes his can and then looks at me with a confused look upon his face, and so I give a slight chortle.

"Look Taylor, I know you have had your problems here at the ranch and that you have pissed Makeria off big time on occasions, but like it or not you are now part of the team and you have done a fair amount of work, so the way I see it is that you deserve a beer, and don't worry, your step dad won't find out"

With my speech over I take a seat in my recliner and then there is the satisfying hiss as four cans of beer are opened and consumed. At 11pm we all head up to our beds to get our much needed sleep for the morning, and the final push to make the ranch ready for its first paying customers.

Tyler and I crawl into bed and snuggle up next to each other; Tyler gives me just the gentlest of licks across my muzzle.

"Christian, I have a confession to make babe, when Makeria called me and told me about the job I must admit at first I was not over enthused at being asked to work on a ranch, but then I realised that work is work and so I came with Makeria, I am so glad that I did, because when I first saw you getting out of your truck I had the mother of all boners, I had such a crush on you in that first moment, I never even dreamed that I would be in the same bed as you"

I snuffle a little and then nuzzle Tyler's cheek.

"Babe, you had the same effect on me, though at first I was afraid to show it, plus I was afraid that you wouldn't be interested in a guy like me I mean look at us, I'm a horse and you are a dog, talk about chalk and cheese and yet here we are, sleeping together"

Tyler now wraps his arms around me and we snuggle in closer for a good night's sleep.

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The morning comes around too soon and we all get up and ready to face the day, Tyler writes a list of groceries that he needs for our meals and also the grand opening party, he then hands the list over to Makeria, once that is done Tyler and I head out to my new truck.

"Ty, before we head into town, I need to head home and collect some things like my laptop and TV so that I can both run the business and make the ranch house feel more like home"

I fire up the truck and we head out onto the main highway to begin the two hour journey back to the place that I once called home. After the drive we pull up outside a modest single storey house, I put the truck in park and clamber out while Tyler exits his side of the truck.

"So Chris, up until two weeks ago this was where you rested that gorgeous body of yours?"

I blush deeply as I hear the shortened version of my name, only three others had ever used that name, my mum and dad, and Michael, I guess I have to get used to hearing it from Ty's muzzle now.

We both head to the front door and I pull the keys from my jacket pocket, I open the door and instantly we are hit by the smell of milk that has gone bad, I quickly head to the fridge and open the door, inside I see the culprit of the smell, a bulging plastic milk carton.

I open the carton and pour the contents down the sink while running the cold water; I then rinse the carton out and throw it in the trash.

"Ty, once we get Miles To Go up and running I will need your helping paw to empty this place so that I can put it back on the market, after all it is pointless living at the ranch and having this place standing empty"

Ty gives a gentle nod of acceptance and then removes his paw from where it is pinching his nose. I locate my laptop, printer, TV and hi-fi and load them into the truck, with that done I head back into the house and clear the mail from behind the front door.

As I bend down to pick up the letters and junk mail, Tyler grabs a pawful of my butt; I let out a sexy snort as I raise my tail in invitation. The invitation is declined but I know that later on me and Tyler will be fucking like rabbits.

I check through the mail and find that most of it is junk mail and is dealt with accordingly, and then I come across an envelope that gains my interest, the address on the envelope is written in pen so I know that it is not junk mail, I open the envelope and find a hand written letter.

I open the letter out and begin to read.

_ "Hey Christian it's me, Michael, I trust that this letter finds its way into your hands and that you are well. Look sweets, there is not a moment day or night where I don't think about what I did to you when I left the ranch, I wish that I had waited for you to show up at work and then taken you with me. I know that I hurt you badly and for that you have no idea how sorry I am, I know that the money I left you is nothing when compared to the love and hard work you gave me, but something tells me that you did the right thing and used the money to get yourself started in another job, and who knows, maybe you have a new guy in your life. One thing that I do hope is that you don't hate me for what I did, as I said in the note that I left pinned to the door, it was the only way I could think of to escape from my life and debts. I still love and miss you like crazy, and maybe one day we can get back together again, but if you have yourself a new guy, then I wish you both well, all my love...Michael"_

Damn him, why did he have to send me this letter? Why can't he just leave me to rebuild my shattered life? Oh sure, part of me still wants the Palomino that is Michael, but now to use the lyrics from an Alison Moyet song, the grass has grown under his feet and someone else is sitting in his seat, that someone else is the new love of my life Tyler.

Ty can see that there is a little moisture in my eyes, he takes the letter from my hands and reads it.

"Christian, I want you to answer me just one question, if this Michael came back to the ranch tomorrow, would I be kicked to the curb while you and he resume your relationship or would you choose to keep me as your new mate?"

I wrap my arms lovingly around my Doberman as I make my reply.

"Babe there is no contest, I had been with Michael a lot of years, and yet he still couldn't find it in himself to let me go gently, and so to answer your question, if Michael were to come back to the ranch tomorrow, I would stand strong and proud hand in paw with you my sweetheart"

I give my loving Doberman a passionate kiss and then we head out of the door making sure that it is locked as we leave. Today sees the start of a new life for me and the completion of my old one.