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“How’s this?” Chris asked, about the small spear he’d made from a small branch of the small, pitiful tree. “Hey, it looks pretty good. I’m not an expert, I’ve never hunter with a spear before, just guns.” Said Lance, tying his knife to another small branch of the tree (Which now, with only 5 branches left looked more like a tall shrub than a tree). “Well, I’m done. Let’s go find food.” said Chris. Lance nodded and tied one more knot, then looked around. “There won’t be anything around here. We’ve probably scared everything off by now.” Lance said, getting on Montana. Chris groaned and went to sandspur. “Don’t bother. He’ll be fine here if you’ve got him secured to the tree good. Just hop onto Montana behind me, and hold on. Okay?” said Lance. Chris was happy to not be riding sandspur and eagerly hopped onto Montana, pressing close against Lance and wrapping an arm around, holding his spear in the other. Lance felt himself becoming aroused as Chris’ bulge pressed against his ass. “They call his GAME hunting?! Games are fun!This is WORK” whined Chris as he ran after a rabbit and threw his spear, missing entirely. “Well, I don’t expect you would be able to get anything on foot, like that.” Said lance. “Why don’t we just use the gun?” “Because we need that for protection.” “Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh!!!!!!!!! I’d KILL for a Tech-Bow about now.” “A what?” “It’s a weapon from a N64 game. It’s this bow and arrows and when the arrows hit into something, they explode!” Said Chris, getting his spear. “I’d love to make those stupid bunnies exp-Aaah!” he yelled. Lance rode over. “What?” “Woo-Hoo!!!!!” Yelled chris, jumping into the air. Lance soon saw that chris was celebrating a kill. “Lookit that! I hit him in his head!!!” An unfortunate rattlesnake had happened to be slithering by at the same time Chris frustratedly threw his arrow at the jackrabbit. “Wow! What luck! And it’s a big one too!” Chris said, and bent to pick it up, but stopped half-way. “It is dead right?” He asked, looking up at Lance. Lance tore his eyes away from Chis’ beant-over ass and replied. “Chris, if you got hit between the eyes with a spear, would you be alive?” Chris pulled up his spear and carried the snake to the saddlebag at arms length. He put it inside, using a twig to scrape it off the spear. “”You think I should like, cut out it’s liver, bite a piece and eat it raw to commemorate my first kill?” Lance looked at him with a questioning expression. “You know, like in “Dances With Wolves”… Lance laughed. Chris started to widen his smile. “What?” He asked. “You.” “Me?” “Yeah. You. You’re silly. ‘Cut out it’s liver and eat it raw’. As if. You wouldn’t even pick it up with your hands.” Lance said, chuckling. “So!? If I cut it’s liver out I’d know it was dead. I just don’t want to get bit. Is that okay with you, mister ‘I-know-everything-about-the-wilderness’?” Said chris, hopping onto Montana and pressing his body against Lances. “Okay, Chris. Whatever.” Said Lance. As they started off back to the campsite, Lance thought up a new universal truth- The saddle was no place to have a hard-on. |
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