It's been almost two years ago now that Big Buck and Little Buck Buchanan were sent off to the state pen for the attempted murder of Sheriff Big Dave Sexton. But there's a new Judge in town by the name of Judge Bill Creed. A lot of folks say he can be bought for a price...and the price ain't too high. Judge Creed heard an appeal from the Buchanan boys and he determined that 20 years was excessive for only attempting a murder, even if it was an attempt on a Sheriff. The Buchanans' sentence was commuted to time served. They're coming back to town and Judge Creed has ordered Sheriff Dave to leave them be. Seems that was part of the deal the Buchanans paid for.
Back in Butte, Sheriff Dave has a new deputy. Deputy Jason has big shoes to fill created by the loss of the previous Deputy Joe who has moved onward and upward becoming U.S. Marshall based over in Billings. But Jason has no problem filling shoes or anything else as he stands a robust 5'8" and 320 lbs...just a little shorter and a little girthier than the Sheriff himself. It's a rare horse that can carry Jason for long so he usually takes the wagon on the occasions that call him out of town.
"The stars...they're on fire!" Sheriff Dave walks up behind Jason as the hefty Deputy is gazing in wonder at the night sky. "What is wrong with you? How much did you drink tonight?" The two lawmen are standing around back of young Jason's small house on the edge of town. "Look at them, Dave. Did you ever see so many stars?" It's after midnight and the whole town has turned in for the evening. So the two men feel safe standing outside in their longjohns. "You're nuts...oh wait! Looks like a shooting star!" "Where? OOOFFFFFFF" Dave drives a fist into Jason's gut. "There...see if that'll wake you up." "Oh, okay. You want to dance, Sheriff Chub? Let's go!"
The two 300 pounders lock up trying to wrestle the other down. Big guys like these need lots of exercise and these two have been giving it to each other since the day Jason pinned on his badge. After trading gut punches and choke holds, the Big Sheriff has got his deputy down and is rubbing his cock over Jason's face through his longjohns. Jason is taking a breather. "Take a good whiff, boy. That's the sweet smell of defeat!" Jason bucks up hard, sending Sheriff Dave end over end. The big boys struggle for a while but it's the end of a long day. The two partners both lay flat on their backs looking up at the stars as they catch their breath. "You're right. The stars do look really bright tonight. Must be a million of them." "Sheriff...you worried?" "About what?" "The Buchanans...they're coming back. Could be within a few days." "Let 'em come. They don't scare me." "Big Buck ain't the type to forget and he sure ain't gonna forgive." "Well, Big Buck may have Little Buck but I've got you. I like those odds." "I got your back, Dave. And your front." "OOOOFFFFF" Jason's big belly splash leaves Sheriff Dave gasping. "GET OFF!"
The next day two men enter the Hotel Wonttell and inquire on the whereabouts of a certain Judge. They head up the stairs and find his room. After a knock on the door..."Yeah. Come in." They find a shirtless Judge Bill Creed giving himself a shave displaying a stout but powerful upper body. "So you're the Buchanans, huh? Boy, what you lookin' at?" The younger Buchanan is admiring Judge Bill's arms. "So, you like the look of a strong man, huh? Feel this." The Judge proceeds to flex his left bicep. Little Buck, a man in his mid twenties, gives the arm a squeeze and then gets squeezed. "OHHHH" Little Buck groans as the Judge applies a headlock. "Heh heh heh...don't hurt him....too much, Judge. He's my nephew but sometimes he's dumber than dirt." "OHHHhhhhhh" The Judge easily hoists the 220 lb Little Buck and flips his back onto his right shoulder. "UUUNNGHHhh" "I do enjoy showing a man who's Boss! And around here..." "OHHHHHHHH" "I'm the Boss!" "UUUNNNGGGGHHhhh" "Long as you boys remember that, we'll get along fine." "OOOFFFFF" He drops Little Buck on the floor. "I got you out of the hoosegow." "OOOFFFF" The Judge drops his heavy boot on Little Buck's gut. "And I can put you right back behind bars if you cross me. You got that, Buchanan!" "Yes sir." "How 'bout you, young man." "Yes sir. Can I get up now...please." "Heh, you still like my muscles?" "Yes sir." "Here...let me help you up." Judge Bill pulls the younger Buck to his feet. "OHHHHHHH" And wraps him up in a crushing bearhug. "UUNNgghhhh" "Now, who is the fucking Boss?"
Over in Billings, about a four day ride east of Butte, Marshall Joe Jakes is reading the report of recent releases from the state pen. "Damn! Buchanans released by order of Judge Bill Creed. And I know just which way those two scum buckets are headed. This time that crooked Judge has gone too far. Paul! Take over for me. I'm headed to Butte!"
It doesn't take long for Sheriff Dave to bump into Big Buck Buchanan. "Buck Buchanan...or should I say Fuck Buchanan since that's just what I did to you last time we crossed paths." "Fat man with a badge. That's all you are. But the law's on my side now and your time here is coming to a close and believe me it will be swift and final. Speaking of which..." "SHERIFF!" Judge Creed strides up behind Sheriff Dave. "I believe my orders were explicit that you were not to harass Buchanan. Disturb this man again and I'll have your badge! Am I making myself absolutely clear?" "Crystal clear, your honor. I understand exactly what's going on here. The way I see it there's justice and there's injustice. I aim to see that justice is done." Sheriff Dave begins to walk away. The Judge steps in front of him and gets in his face. "Are you testing my authority, Sheriff? Do you think you're man enough to do that? You couldn't take me on the best day of your life, boy. Bigger men than you thought they could take me down. They failed. You'll fail too. Bet on it!" "Excuse me, your honor." The Sheriff's tone is dripping with sarcasm as he walks away. "How do we plan to do this, Judge? Want me to shoot him in the back?" "No, Buchanan. I won't have my authority challenged in broad daylight. That's going to require some real punishment. I'll deal with the Sheriff myself. And I'll do it with my bare hands."
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10/11/2019 12:22 AMEpisode 3 - 1886
It's been almost two years ago now that Big Buck and Little Buck Buchanan were sent off to the state pen for the attempted murder of Sheriff Big Dave Sexton. But there's a new Judge in town by the name of Judge Bill Creed. A lot of folks say he can be bought for a price...and the price ain't too high. Judge Creed heard an appeal from the Buchanan boys and he determined that 20 years was excessive for only attempting a murder, even if it was an attempt on a Sheriff. The Buchanans' sentence was commuted to time served. They're coming back to town and Judge Creed has ordered Sheriff Dave to leave them be. Seems that was part of the deal the Buchanans paid for.
Back in Butte, Sheriff Dave has a new deputy. Deputy Jason has big shoes to fill created by the loss of the previous Deputy Joe who has moved onward and upward becoming U.S. Marshall based over in Billings. But Jason has no problem filling shoes or anything else as he stands a robust 5'8" and 320 lbs...just a little shorter and a little girthier than the Sheriff himself. It's a rare horse that can carry Jason for long so he usually takes the wagon on the occasions that call him out of town.
"The stars...they're on fire!" Sheriff Dave walks up behind Jason as the hefty Deputy is gazing in wonder at the night sky. "What is wrong with you? How much did you drink tonight?" The two lawmen are standing around back of young Jason's small house on the edge of town. "Look at them, Dave. Did you ever see so many stars?" It's after midnight and the whole town has turned in for the evening. So the two men feel safe standing outside in their longjohns. "You're nuts...oh wait! Looks like a shooting star!" "Where? OOOFFFFFFF" Dave drives a fist into Jason's gut. "There...see if that'll wake you up." "Oh, okay. You want to dance, Sheriff Chub? Let's go!"
The two 300 pounders lock up trying to wrestle the other down. Big guys like these need lots of exercise and these two have been giving it to each other since the day Jason pinned on his badge. After trading gut punches and choke holds, the Big Sheriff has got his deputy down and is rubbing his cock over Jason's face through his longjohns. Jason is taking a breather. "Take a good whiff, boy. That's the sweet smell of defeat!" Jason bucks up hard, sending Sheriff Dave end over end. The big boys struggle for a while but it's the end of a long day. The two partners both lay flat on their backs looking up at the stars as they catch their breath. "You're right. The stars do look really bright tonight. Must be a million of them." "Sheriff...you worried?" "About what?" "The Buchanans...they're coming back. Could be within a few days." "Let 'em come. They don't scare me." "Big Buck ain't the type to forget and he sure ain't gonna forgive." "Well, Big Buck may have Little Buck but I've got you. I like those odds." "I got your back, Dave. And your front." "OOOOFFFFF" Jason's big belly splash leaves Sheriff Dave gasping. "GET OFF!"
The next day two men enter the Hotel Wonttell and inquire on the whereabouts of a certain Judge. They head up the stairs and find his room. After a knock on the door..."Yeah. Come in." They find a shirtless Judge Bill Creed giving himself a shave displaying a stout but powerful upper body. "So you're the Buchanans, huh? Boy, what you lookin' at?" The younger Buchanan is admiring Judge Bill's arms. "So, you like the look of a strong man, huh? Feel this." The Judge proceeds to flex his left bicep. Little Buck, a man in his mid twenties, gives the arm a squeeze and then gets squeezed. "OHHHH" Little Buck groans as the Judge applies a headlock. "Heh heh heh...don't hurt him....too much, Judge. He's my nephew but sometimes he's dumber than dirt." "OHHHhhhhhh" The Judge easily hoists the 220 lb Little Buck and flips his back onto his right shoulder. "UUUNNGHHhh" "I do enjoy showing a man who's Boss! And around here..." "OHHHHHHHH" "I'm the Boss!" "UUUNNNGGGGHHhhh" "Long as you boys remember that, we'll get along fine." "OOOFFFFF" He drops Little Buck on the floor. "I got you out of the hoosegow." "OOOFFFF" The Judge drops his heavy boot on Little Buck's gut. "And I can put you right back behind bars if you cross me. You got that, Buchanan!" "Yes sir." "How 'bout you, young man." "Yes sir. Can I get up now...please." "Heh, you still like my muscles?" "Yes sir." "Here...let me help you up." Judge Bill pulls the younger Buck to his feet. "OHHHHHHH" And wraps him up in a crushing bearhug. "UUNNgghhhh" "Now, who is the fucking Boss?"
Over in Billings, about a four day ride east of Butte, Marshall Joe Jakes is reading the report of recent releases from the state pen. "Damn! Buchanans released by order of Judge Bill Creed. And I know just which way those two scum buckets are headed. This time that crooked Judge has gone too far. Paul! Take over for me. I'm headed to Butte!"
It doesn't take long for Sheriff Dave to bump into Big Buck Buchanan. "Buck Buchanan...or should I say Fuck Buchanan since that's just what I did to you last time we crossed paths." "Fat man with a badge. That's all you are. But the law's on my side now and your time here is coming to a close and believe me it will be swift and final. Speaking of which..." "SHERIFF!" Judge Creed strides up behind Sheriff Dave. "I believe my orders were explicit that you were not to harass Buchanan. Disturb this man again and I'll have your badge! Am I making myself absolutely clear?" "Crystal clear, your honor. I understand exactly what's going on here. The way I see it there's justice and there's injustice. I aim to see that justice is done." Sheriff Dave begins to walk away. The Judge steps in front of him and gets in his face. "Are you testing my authority, Sheriff? Do you think you're man enough to do that? You couldn't take me on the best day of your life, boy. Bigger men than you thought they could take me down. They failed. You'll fail too. Bet on it!" "Excuse me, your honor." The Sheriff's tone is dripping with sarcasm as he walks away. "How do we plan to do this, Judge? Want me to shoot him in the back?" "No, Buchanan. I won't have my authority challenged in broad daylight. That's going to require some real punishment. I'll deal with the Sheriff myself. And I'll do it with my bare hands."