The Rugged Valley -- (Author) TeddyBearCowboy

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Author: TeddyBearCowboy
Timestamp: Mar 14, 2018 at 8:08 AM
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This is a story that I wrote years ago which is unlike any other diaper themed story I have ever come across, and is about as unique as this Teddy Bear Cowboy is to the whole ABDL community. --There just isn't many of us true life cowboys that are padded and share in communications with the ABDL community.

It is along the lines of a Louis L'Amour or Zane Grey novel, which I kind of doubt many others here are familiar with. So I am guessing it is a bit different for most of you. You may or may not like it. I posted this years ago on another ABDL site and I did get some positive comments on it, one of which was, "This is great, it is like Brokeback Mountain was to the LGBT community only for ABDLs"

So, please let me know what you think. Good or bad, I would like your feedback.

So... with no further adieu, here is the beginning chapters of, "The Rugged Valley"

THE RUGGED VALLEY
Introduction – Alone in the Dark

Suddenly he awakened.

The night was still except for a very slight breeze whispering through the small leaves of the sagebrush. Immediately his senses were alert, his eyes piercing the dark, cautiously searching for what had awakened him. Yet all was quiet.

After a moment, a night bird called in the distance. It wasn’t quite midnight, he decided. There was no moon, only a vast sea of stars filled the expanse overhead. But the change in the stars told him he had been asleep about three hours. Everything seemed as it should, but he had lived too long in this country to be ignorant of the unseen, the unknown.

As he tried to move, pain seared through his right shoulder and he could feel the stiffness created by the coagulated blood from his wound. He could barely move his right hand and it felt tight and swollen. He knew that if it came down to it, it would be useless in a fight. “Damn!” he swore silently. “Why my right hand? . . . My shooting hand!” If that wasn’t enough, he couldn’t feel his right leg and his abdomen screamed with each movement he made. Just how busted up he was, he didn’t fully know. However, what mattered most was getting through these next few moments and whatever they might bring.

Cautiously, he managed to pull his Navy Colt from its holster and secure it in his left hand. The colt had been given to him by his grandfather. Although he could have had his choice of the newer, better models, he favored the colt for the sentiment it provided. He had practiced well enough all right. Most folks thought he was mighty fast. Some even fancied him the fastest draw around. But that was foolishness. Only a fool would think of such things. And now it meant nothing, as the almost humorous thought came over him, “I have never really even practiced with my left hand.”

For what seemed like hours, the silence continued until he sensed something behind him, dangerously close. There had not been any sound, nor motion that could have been seen, but he knew it was there. To move now would most certainly give away his presence, but what or who was out there was impossible to tell. Suddenly, this thought vanished as the cougar’s scream deafened his ears. In an instant, with some unknown reserve of energy thought already hopelessly spent, he spun around just as the cougar was upon him. His life flashed through his eyes at the same time the flash exploded and report of the pistol cracked through the night air. Then he felt as if he was being crushed, hopelessly crushed and being carried down into the very earth itself. His thoughts cried out, “Sandra!” . . .
 
Chapter 1 – The Meeting

When the riders found him the next morning, even before they got there they knew that he was dead. Slowly, they eased their horses down the steep slope, avoiding the jagged rocks that could so easily tear horse and rider alike. When they reached the bottom, the heavy set man said solemnly, “Johnson, get a blanket and find some poles. Sandra will be wanting us to bury him at home.” “Jake, you get down there and see how hard it is gonna be to get him out of there.”

Mike Johnson got off his horse and started to unwrap the blanket from the pack mule.

Jacob “Jake” Townsend dismounted as well, obeying his father’s wishes. He approached the arroyo quietly, trying not for anyone to see the moisture building in his eyes. Jake was only ten years old, and he had really taken to liking Tom. It seemed Tom was the big brother that he had never had.

When Tom first came to the ranch, he treated Jake as one of the other hands, not just some button kid. “Button” was what many of the other ranch hands had called him. He hated that nickname. Tom, however, always referred to him as just, “Jake”. Tom often sought Jake out when going to look for strays and included him in his work. Jake felt bigger and more important when he was around Tom, and he couldn’t have been happier when Tom began calling on his older sister Sandra.

Sandra was considerably older than Jake by a full sixteen years. Jake’s father had married his mother after Sandra’s mother died of the fever when Sandra was fourteen. Sandra had lost her own first love to the fever four years later, just three weeks before they were to be married. Now, at twenty-six, Sandra still had never married. She had always ascertained that she was waiting for the right man to come along. There had been nobody that had compared to her first romance. Well, not at least until Tom showed up.

From the moment he had rode onto the ranch, Sandra glimpsed at him and studied the stocky, broad shouldered man with admiration. His weather beaten features gave him a rugged appearance. Yet his sandy-brown hair and eyes were warm and friendly. She couldn’t remember when she had met a more handsome man. When Tom turned to introduce himself to her, he took off his hat and said, “Howdy, Miss . . .?”

She could feel the rush of blood to her face and surprisingly felt like a little school girl again. Almost embarrassingly, she stammered, “Miss S...S...Sandra Townsend. Pleasure to meet you.” She chided herself immediately for being so foolishly awestruck at his presence. She hadn’t felt this way in years!

Tom found work with Sandra’s father, and his wisdom and expertise were soon recognized. The other men respected him and his abilities. They quickly realized he had a great many miles behind him. At the age of thirty-four, he was younger than many of the men, but he had a special knack for knowing what needed to be done and how to do it. By the end of the year, Tom had been given the responsibilities of foreman over the ranch crew. His abilities to break horses had also not gone unnoticed, and if there was a new colt to be broke, Tom was asked to do it.

The next year passed by quickly, and as fate would have it, Tom and Sandra fell deeply in love. Tom had even been considering riding into Watsonville to purchase a ring to announce his intentions. However, this was a three-day ride, and he had committed to breaking the young black stallion colt for Sandra’s father before the annual sorting. He already had two months on the colt, and he felt that given two more weeks, his work would be finished.

He had set out to take the colt on a short ride through “The Rugged Valley” as they called it. The Rugged Valley was a jagged, twisted maze of rocks and desert that Tom found to be an amazing place for finishing a colt. While it was an unforgiving place, the steep slopes, tight canyons, and its overall complexity created conditions that you would either end up with a well-broke horse or a dead one. He had kissed Sandra passionately before he left, tousled Jake’s hair, and stated he would be back before noon. When the young black strode back into the ranch at sundown, the bridle reins were broken, the saddle hanging upside down and Tom was nowhere in sight.

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Chapter 2 – Unexpected Discovery

Young Jake reached the edge of the arroyo and at first jumped back at what he saw. He grabbed at his own pocket-gun that he carried whenever they ventured on the range and lay prone on the ground. His father and Johnson whirled at the action and each drew their rifles.

“What is it?” Jake’s father bellowed.

“I think it’s a mountain lion and it’s trying to eat Tom!” Jake stammered.

The older men ran towards the arroyo and all three reached the edge at the same time. “What in the blazes?” Johnson blurted out. “It looks like the cougar is already dead and is lying right on top of him!”

The three carefully made their way around and down into the arroyo as quickly as they could manage. When they got there, they couldn’t believe their eyes. “Tom’s alive! Look, you can see him breathing! Get that thing off of him!”

It took all three of them to pull the heavy lion off from Tom. Jake’s father stated, “He’s in really bad shape son. Get some water, fast!”

Tom was unconscious. The last thing he had known was the lion jumping toward him, his attempt at firing his colt, then pain, and blackness. The cougar had died instantly, the colt’s shot having gone straight through the lion’s heart. However, the momentum of its leap had continued to carry it forward until it fell on Tom, pinning him to the ground in merciful unconsciousness.

The three worked quickly. Johnson and Jake constructed a travois that could be used to carry Tom back behind the horses. Meanwhile, Jake’s father poured the contents of the small whiskey bottle onto Tom’s wounds. Tom’s body quivered at this, but he remained unconscious. He then bandaged the wounds the best he could and put a splint on Tom’s leg and arm which he could tell were both broken.

“It’s gonna be a hell of a ride for him to get back. I hope for his sake that he can remain out of it until we get home. Those breaks look bad, and my guess is he has some broken ribs as well“, said Jake’s father.

“Mr. Townsend, look over here. You can see where Tom’s horse fell down into the arroyo. It must be over twenty feet! It’s a wonder Tom’s alive at all! It looks like the horse must have fallen right on top of him the way he’s beaten up. It’s a miracle that the horse even survived and came back! And then the lion must have come afterward . . .” Johnson marveled as his voice trailed off as he continued to study the tracks.

Jake’s father said, “Yeah that looks the way of it. Well, let’s get going. If Tom’s to have a prayer of a chance, we’ve got to get him back soon. “

Carefully, they managed to lift Tom out of the arroyo and placed the travois behind the horses. It was a long, slow ride back to the ranch. In places, they had to dismount and carry the travois like a stretcher in order to avoid the largest of the rocks, cactus, and other obstacles. It was an hour after dark when they finally arrived at the ranch.

Sandra came running out at once, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh Tom! Tom, can you hear me? Tom, I love you. Please stay with me! Stay alive, Tom.” Tom remained silent, his breathing weak and raspy. It had been a day and a half since he had fallen with the horse.
 

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Chapter 3 – A Change Occurs

The curtains in the room flowed softly back and forth with the late summer breeze. It was night and dark in the room, but the windows were open to capture some of the cooler night air. As the curtains brushed softly together, it soon became the sound of the wind whispering through the sagebrush.
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Suddenly conscious, he tried to focus on what it was that had awoken him. He lay there in the arroyo desperately trying to see. “Where are the stars?” he thought. The sense of something out there was overwhelming. Still there was only the soft whisper of the wind in the sagebrush.

Then instantly he felt, rather than heard or saw the presence of something behind him. Inwardly he knew something was behind him, something dangerously close! Pain engulfed his right arm and leg, and he knew they would be useless in a fight. Then he heard the noise, a scratch in the soft sand and rocks. The cougar!!!

With all of his might, he turned to fire the shot! He would have no time to lose. But wait, where was his colt? As he turned, he felt himself falling. He hit the rocks and earth and then the weight of the lion fell upon him!

“Tom! Tom, are you alright?” Sandra’s voice cried out in the darkness of the room.

As Tom tried to understand, Sandra struggled to light the lamp.

Immense pain seared throughout his body. “Sandra, is that you? Where am I? What about the lion?”

As the light from the lamp began to glow, Sandra scrambled toward him.

Tom lay in a heap on the floor next to the bed. He was covered in blankets and the mattress had slid off the bed with him as he had attempted to leap at the imagined cougar.

“Tom, you are home! My father and brother brought you back two days ago. You have been in and out of consciousness for the past two days, drinking only water and a few shots of whiskey to keep you from the fever. Are you alright? Oh, Tom, here let me help you.”

She knelt down next to him and stroked his hair. “Don’t try to get up. I’ll go get Miss Dibbons to help in a minute. Tom, I have been so scared, you have been in and out of the fever. I have been so worried I would lose you too!”

Tom struggled to speak, “But, what about the lion? I thought I was dead. When it jumped on me, the last thing I could think of was you. How I wished that we . . . , well, how I wished . . .” His voice faded.

Sandra continued to hold his hand, and stated, “I know. I know. But you are here now. We are here now. You somehow managed to kill the cougar before it got you.”

Tom tried to get up, but the pain was immense. “Arrgh!” he exclaimed.

“Tom, hang on. Let me go get Miss Dibbons and we will get you back into bed. We are still waiting for the doctor to arrive. Jake and Mr. Johnson left the same night they brought you in. They should be back the day after tomorrow. Until then, you need to not move any more than possible. “

Sandra hurried from the room and returned with Miss Dibbons. Miss Dibbons was the cook and housekeeper. They quickly put the mattress back on the bed and Miss Dibbons whispered something to Sandra, then quietly removed the sheet and placed a new sheet and some other things on the bed.

Tom had to fight to even remain conscious as the pain was so intense. It seemed his mind was placing tricks on him. As he lay there, he thought he had seen Miss Dibbons change the sheets over the rubber mattress cover. He struggled to clear his mind and it seemed it was clouded over. He hadn’t seen a rubber mattress cover since he was a little child. Surely he was imagining things.

After the bed was ready, Sandra and Miss Dibbons carefully helped lift Tom back onto the bed. The excruciating pain almost caused him to pass out. As they lifted him, the covers slipped off from him. It was only then that he realized he was no longer dressed. Except for his bandages and splints, the only clothing he wore was a rather large, and somewhat, wet diaper.

“Sandra,” he groaned. “Oh, please, Sandra, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Tom, it's OK. It was just the only practical way that Miss Dibbons and I could have of taking care of you while you were unconscious. It’s OK. Nobody else knows and I don’t think you would have wanted any of the men helping you.”

Tom groaned in both agonies from the pain, but more in embarrassment. “It’s just, well; I think I would rather take my chances with the cougar than face the thoughts of you seeing me this way. Can you please just put the covers back on?”

“Tom, I understand, but we can’t just keep you in that wet . . . thing. Let us at least get you changed first.”

Tom almost exploded, “No, I’ll take care of it, just please leave for a minute.”

Sandra protested, “Tom, I don’t think you are able.”

Tom stated, “I’ll manage.” He tried to sit up but a wave of pain hit him like a wall and his ribs hurt so bad he realized he really wasn’t going to be able to do this.

Sandra rushed to his side. “Tom, it’s OK. Let me take care of it. What do you think Miss Dibbons and I have been doing for the past two days? I’ve already, well, you know, taken care of you since you came back.”

Tom couldn’t believe this was happening. Even if this is the way it had to be, it wasn’t him. How could the roughshod and tough cowhand been as helpless as a baby and back to wearing a diaper? He would have gladly faced the cougar and the horse falling on him a thousand times. Even the pain from the injuries, as excruciating as they were, paled in comparison to facing this. As tough as he was, his eyes moistened and he felt a tear start down his cheek. Quickly, he brushed it away with his good hand before it could be noticed.

With Miss Dibbons help, Sandra very quietly and discreetly unpinned the large homemade diaper. As carefully and gently as she could, she managed to remove the diaper and place a new one around Tom. Tom was gritting his teeth. Sandra knew this must have been from the pain from moving him to change him and felt a little of the pain herself in sympathy and love for this man. She very softly and reassuringly pulled the covers back on and kissed Toms forehead.

Quietly, Miss Dibbons left the room with the wet diaper and left Sandra alone with Tom.

Sandra stated, “Tom, I am so glad you are back. I know it’s going to take a while, but I will be here as long as it takes.”

“Sandra, it is good to be home. I am glad I am still alive. There’s a lot that you and I have to talk about while I’m getting better. I’m sure I’ll be back to branding cows before long.” Tom chuckled.

“Well, you just take your time. I’m anxious to hear what the doctor says and to make sure we got those bones set properly. Don’t go jumping out of bed again.” Sandra kissed him and started toward the door, “I’ll be back in just a minute with some soup Miss Dibbons has made.”

As Tom lay there on the bed, there were so many emotions going through his mind. He was grateful to be alive. He knew he would get through this, he had been broken up several times before after being thrown from a horse, saloon fights, and who knows what all else.

But this time it was different, he never had been so helpless. And having to wear a diaper! The embarrassment was so intense, but somehow he couldn’t stop thinking that if had to have anyone help him . . . care for him . . . change him..., he would hope it would be Sandra. Somehow, she didn’t seem to mind. She actually made him feel safe and comforted while doing it.

“What? Feeling safe and comforted! Where did that thought come from?” he questioned. But deep inside, he knew that was exactly what he felt, and he admitted to himself that it actually felt good.
 

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Chapter 4 – Recollection of the Past

As Tom thought the about the diaper and the strange closeness that he felt to Sandra as she cared for him, his mind slowly drifted again out of consciousness. As Tom slept, his mind clouded with moments of pain and horror of the agonizing fall with the horse, and the horrific screams of the lion as it leap upon him. Although he was unconscious, it was not a restful sleep.

Meanwhile, Sandra spent the hours praying and waiting, hoping that Tom would soon awaken. “How could this have happened?” she inwardly cried to herself over and over, “and just as they were preparing to marry”. Sure, Tom had not yet proposed, but it had seemed an almost infinite fact that she and Tom were meant to be together.

She had never felt this way before. Yes, she had been about to marry once, and he had died of the fever only a week before they were to marry. But still, this was not the same. Her first love, Charlie, had been a good man. He was handsome, charming, and oh, how she had enjoyed the times they had spent together.

It had seemed that Charlie was a favorite of everyone he met –even by those who had only heard of him. He had been decorated in the 5th cavalry in one of the last skirmishes with the Navajo in the Four Corners in Arizona in ‘09. Everyone had admired the accomplished soldier he had become, especially with the not too distant memories of the terrors from the Piute and Ute attacks. It didn’t matter what breed of Indian, after the killings of so many of the settlers, any soldier who had fought in the Indian wars with the States had become a hero of sort.

When Charlie returned to Sandra shortly after the battle in Arizona, it naturally had been a conclusive thought that they would wed. His affection for her was more than apparent. His dashing features were the envy of almost every girl she knew. She had grown up with Charlie, become playmates at an early age. Her father and Charlie’s father had fought together in the last part of the Civil war and were the best of friends. Her mother and Charlie’s mother got together almost every Saturday on some outing or another. They had grown up as friends and because of the closeness of their parents; it was automatically assumed that they would marry. So, Sandra had basically just followed along.

Had she loved Charlie? Well, most certainly. They had grown up together. They had been childhood friends, and she had confided in him even as if he had been her older brother. Perhaps, that had been it. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but although she had loved Charlie, her affection had been more of a friendship rather than a physical attraction. It wasn’t that Charlie wasn’t everything a young frontier girl could wish for, but it was just different with Tom.

Tom was good looking, able minded and competent, but there was something that just electrified her when she was around him. She remembered the first time they met. She had acted like a little school girl. She couldn’t even talk straight. There was some sort of attraction to him that was nothing like what she had ever felt before.

When Charlie died of the fever, she had cried for months, certain she would never find someone who she could be as close to as him. However, when Tom rode in on his horse, covered in dust, haggard from days on the trail, it was if the darkness inside her left just like a room with a window shade opened to the morning sun.

Her thoughts drifted back and forth from the past to the present. She had hardly slept since Tom’s horse had come back dragging saddle and reins.

Again, she thought of the oddness of events. She thought of the future that she and Tom could have together, but now worried by what might happen.

She remembered the closeness to Charlie that she had felt. It had been more than half her lifetime that she had known him. His parents had moved to the valley and they had met practically even before she was hardly out of diapers. . .

The thought of diapers brought Sandra back to the present. Who could have known? Here she was, now waiting at the side of her most dear companion, whom she now loved most dearly, and she had been thinking of the past. She was thinking of a previous time, when her previous friend and would-be husband suffered in a similar state, in-and-out of consciousness and not even able to care for himself. While this might have bothered some, Sandra didn’t give it a second thought. She understood the situation both men were in, and her love for them was beyond any such thoughts. Besides, how could she feel any other way when she had, herself lost her own control over such things . . . But soon she was lost in the thoughts of the past.
 
Chapter 5 – The Doctor’s Visit

Papa! Sandra! We’ve made it back with Doc Burleson! Is Tom okay? The shouts from outside awakened Sandra and immediately she leaped to her feet.

Sandra soon awakened, but her mind still somewhat groggy from the thoughts and memories shared in a distant dream. She checked on Tom, who was still mercifully asleep, and rushed out to meet them.

When she saw Doc Burleson, he stated, “How is he?”

“I am really not sure, he is sleeping, but he seems to be hurt pretty bad.” Mrs. Dibbons and I have been taking care of him since he arrived, and there doesn’t seem to be any fever. However, he is quite weak and he seems to be in a lot of pain.”

She added pleadingly, “Doc, please, do whatever you can for him.”

“I know, I know”. “Sandy”, as this is what Doc Burleson usually called her, “I understand. It has to have been really hard for you since you lost Charlie. I’ll see what I can do.”

Doc Burleson headed upstairs to the bedroom and told Sandra and Jake to wait outside. Sandra’s father took Sandra by the shoulder and hugged her. “I’m sure Tom is going to be okay.” “He’s as tough as they get.”

Doc Burleson knocked on the door, but Tom was still unconscious. He stepped in, put his bags on the table and approached Tom where he was lying on the bed. Tom’s breathing was shallow, and he seemed to have a grimace of pain expressed on his face, even though he was asleep. Right away, he could smell the pungent odor of the whiskey that Sandra and Mrs. Dibbons had been giving Tom on account of the possibility of fever and as the only anesthetic they had in order to ease the pain.

“Tom. . . Tom, this is Doctor Burleson. Can you hear me?” He nudged Tom softly and as he did so, Tom flinched and again almost rolled out of bed.

Tom went for his gun, but as he fumbled with nothingness, and as reality set in, he cried out, “Sandra, is that you?”

Doctor Burleson opened the curtain slightly to allow a little more light. As he did so, Tom blindly recognized him and said somewhat groggily, “Howdy Doc, am I glad to see you. I think I have been run over by a stagecoach and left for the buzzards.”

Doc Burleson chuckled and said, “Well, at least it looks like you haven’t lost your good nature and sense of humor.”

Tom stated, “Well, maybe not, but it hurts like hell to laugh.” “Gawd how my ribs and stomach hurt! It feels like someone stuck a pitchfork in there and forgot to take it out.”

Doc Burleson said, well, “Let’s take a look”. As he started to take off the covers, Tom remembered his condition and what he was wearing underneath. He tried to sit up and stop him, but was unable to do so before the doctor had taken the bedding down to look at his injuries.

Tom went beet red. As a result of not having anything else comprehensible to say, he swore under his breath.

Doc Burleson immediately saw the diaper and also the reaction of his patient. “Now, Tom, it’s not like you have any reason to be concerned. I’ve been fixing people up since you was a young ‘un, and it’s not like there is any reason to be ashamed. I can’t imagine you have been very mobile since they brought you here. So, stop being embarrassed and let’s figure out what’s going on and how we can get you back up to punching cows.”

While Tom was mature enough to understand the situation for what it was, and secure enough with his own masculinity not to concern himself over his appearance with the doctor, he couldn’t help feeling awkward about the situation. He struggled as he responded, “I know Doc. But . . . but, I can’t help feeling upset over being so helpless!”

Doc Burleson had Tom lie back down and asked him about the pain. He examined his arm and wrist and confirmed it was broken. “Looks like you’ve got some broken ribs too”, he said as he gently pressed on his chest area. “There’s a lot of bruising on your stomach as well, and it looks like it is all the way down your upper thigh.”

As Doc was examining his stomach area, he pressed on Tom’s side and Tom suddenly groaned in agonizing pain. Then to his horror and shock, Tom felt a warm sensation on his bottom and upper legs. At first he thought he was bleeding, but then he realized that he was actually wetting in his diaper! He tried furiously to stop but was powerless to do so. He tried to muster the strength to pull the covers over him to hide the spreading dampness on the cloth. His face flushed in pain and embarrassment. But he found he did not even have the strength to sit up and reach the bedding.

Tom tried to speak and tell the doctor to leave, but because of the strain, he felt dizzy and suddenly overwhelming flashes of pain came over him. He felt like he needed to puke, and tried to hold it. But as the spasms came, the pain became so intense that he could not bear it. Doc Burleson tried to help him, and Tom fought to control himself. He tried to speak, but as he did so, he helplessly passed out.

Doc Burleson quickly checked Tom’s breathing and pulse and determined he was okay for the immediate moment. However, the swelling around Tom’s midsection had him worried. It was black and purple and he could see that there had been some internal damage. How serious it was, it would be hard to tell until a few more days had passed. The bruising continued down Tom’s hips and legs, and it appeared as if the horse must have rolled right over Tom’s lower abdomen and pelvis. Whether the pelvis was broken or not, there would be little he could do.

Doc Burleson had seen other injuries like this, and usually they had not had a positive outcome. He called in Mrs. Dibbons, and she took care of the wet diaper and then helped Doc set the fractured bone in Tom’s right arm and wrist. It would be awhile before they would heal, but this seemed to be the least of the problems. There were two lacerations on Tom’s head that he sewed closed, but the other scrapes and cuts had already started to heal. They would be best left alone except to keep bandaged and clean. He taped Tom’s ribs, but there was nothing he could do for the lower injuries. Time would tell.

Throughout the rest of the ordeal, Tom had not regained consciousness. This was a blessing, as even the setting of the bone fractures in the arm and taping the ribs would have sent a conscious person screaming.

Once finished, he and Mrs. Dibbons left the room to face the somber faces of Sandra, her father, and Jake. “How is he, Doc?”

Doc Burleson was a man of compassion, but this was the frontier. They would have to know the extremity of his condition if they were to help Tom and he had any chance of survival. He explained to them about the obvious fractures and visual injuries, and then told them of his concerns about possible internal damage to his lower abdomen.

Sandra struggled to maintain control, but wept softly as the thought occurred to her that she might still lose him. Her father held her in his arms and told her that he was sure it was going to be alright, but inwardly he felt an agonizing pain of his own over the thought that he might yet lose his close friend, and possible husband for his daughter.

Jake rushed off, not wanting others to see his own tears. He went to the barn, knelt down beside the pole fence, and prayed.

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Author: TeddyBearCowboy
Timestamp: Mar 16, 2018 at 9:11 AM
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howiebabe said:

I usually don't comment on stories. But for this one WOW! Keep it coming!!!

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Thank you Howie for your comment.

I realize this genre of story is much, much different than what most ABDLs are use to, or perhaps have an interest in. But there really is an active western action/romance following out there, just perhaps not so much with the ABDL realm. As a real life cowboy and one who loves western novels, this is a niche area that perhaps I alone am unique in combining the two.

I have several draft continuations made from this point in the story, with a bit different direction in each of them. I will go back and try to pick from the various angles that the story can take and post a continuation here again shortly.

Thanks for your encouragement.