Whenever the bounty hunter uses his big rifle and watches his kill roll out of the saddle, it gets 'em horny as hell. And a few minutes later, after he rides up to where the kid is lying, he feels the urge to reward himself. And after satisfying himself he tucks his boy-toy back into his leather Levi's. Fortunately, he keeps the inside of 'em well lubed with gun oil which makes it easier to slide his cock, still semi hard, between his leg and the skintight leather. And finally, before mounting up, he laughs to himself when he thinks about what the sheriff will say when he lifts the kid's head in order to match the face with the wanted poster. Sure, he knows the Sheriff of Leadville is just as perverted and sadistic as himself. That's what makes it fun. The sheriff tries to put on a "face" for the crowd of men and young boys that always gather around when a bounty hunter brings in his trophy. So first of all the sheriff will probably admonish him for using "overkill" and say something like, "Damn it, why did ya have to go 'n use yer .50 caliber man killer on a kid like this. Just look at the size of that exit wound... it's damn near obscene." Then he'll lift the head of the limp body that's draped over the saddle (holding it up long enough to make sure all those gathered around get good look) and say something like, "Now THAT was totally unnecessary. I can understand ya want'n to jerk off when ya was look'n down on yer kill, but ya didn't have to go 'n splatter yer sap all over his face. Poor kid. Just hope he was dead when ya did it."
