My Indian

A/N: New story. Although characters and events are created by myself I have been inspired by many other sources.
And, as always: No review, no update, no story, so keep em coming guys!


One

My name is Zack Rivers and I came from Tulsa, Oklahoma, across the border to a ranch named Five Rings just south of the Colorado River in Texas. I'd worked on a friends ranch a few times and after my life started a downturn I rang around and found a spot down south.

Mom always said I belonged with the outside, the city too claustrophobic for my tastes. I guess she was right. In all my life I'd never been so comfortable than when I was out in the air, riding alongside my pals, dusty cattle wandering around us. Of course, little did the family know that shortly after, Michael and I would end up in a hay stack somewhere, fooling around naked.

Gay cowboy...yeah I know, a cliche in two words. But in the end, if that's how we're made then there's nothing to a cliche.

And so I made my way from Tulsa in a beat up wagon, all my belongings in a couple of rucksacks. I didn't wanna bring anything else, and I didn't have too. Rooms and furniture provided.

It was a family ranch, run by Billy Hart, his son Franklin, his daughter Bella and Bella's husband Lyle. There was a couple of other hands, the foreman and half a dozen kids running around. They were having trouble keeping some of the horses in check and that was why I was there.

When I arrived I was greeted by Bella Santoro and Franklin Hart, shading their eyes from the Texas sun.

"Well, you must be Zack?" Bella called out as I parked my truck and got out.

"Hi there."

She took my hand and shook it, her brother doing the same, "I'm Bella, this here's my brother Franklin. Welcome to Five Rings."

"Thanks, it's good to be here."

Franklin scanned me from head to toe, "You e'er worked on a ranch before?"

"A few times, old pal o' mine owned one so I spent a lot of summer out there."

"Hm," was Franklin's reply.

"Well, so long as you know your way around that's fine by me," Bella took one of my bags "Let's show you to your room."

I followed her up to the house, my eyes roaming. It was a big ranch, I knew that from the phone call, and all that was around me was the main house, a few out buildings, large stables and an enclosed paddock. One of the mares was in there, a bay with gentle temperament. A guy stood there, stetson pulled over to hide his face from the sun, a cigarette between his fingers.

I didn't have much time to look as I was shuffled into the house.

It was a pleasant enough house, obviously one that had been in the family for years, decor clearly dated. But I wasn't one to complain and was happily guided up the pine stairs and along an immense stretch of hallway.

"We've been addin' on to this house for years," Bella said, arms waving to indicate the whole building." Some parts are a couple of hundred years old, and some parts, well, we only finished paintin' it last month. Here's your room."

A door on the right was opened and I was guided in to an airy room, with cream walls and a single bed. There was a wash basin and stand on one side and the window overlooked the yard and stables. It was a nice enough room, basic but comfortable.

"All the rooms are pretty much the same. I hope it'll suit you."

"It's lovely, thanks."

"Well, once you been here a lil' longer you can decorate how you want. We wanna make sure you're stayin' first though," she winked at me, her delicate face smiling. "Dinner's at six and we'll let you set down before you get to work. In the mornin' Frank'll take you to Rex and he'll show you the ropes."

"Rex?"

"The foreman," Bella wandered to the window and pointed down the the guy in the black stetson. He now had a thin white cord around the neck of the mare and was gently guiding her around. "He pretty much runs the yard and knows everythin' 'bout the horses so you'll be stickin' pretty close to him."

I nodded, watching him closely. He was in a black tank, the sneakings of a tattoo on his right shoulder, and light washed jeans hugging his long legs and tight ass.

I was going to like it at Five Rings.