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|Introduction: A bounty hunter chases an old nemesis.|
A Dirty Western 2 – Sisters at Spanish Rock
Taggert had hauled his newest prisoner to the sheriff’s office. Since he caught the outlaw with his pants down, it had actually been harder to track the man than take him into custody. Lou, the stage robber, was now safely behind bars and the stolen cash from Wells Fargo had been returned.
Sheriff Jackson counted out the bounty money and the 10% recovery fee as well. Taggert knew he could have kept some of the cash from the robbery without anyone knowing, but he preferred to be the one chasing the bad guys instead of the other way around. He had seen his share of fighting and knew first hand the law always came out on top. That’s why he walked the precarious line between outlaw and lawman, not really either and both at the same time.
“This is a good payday,” the sheriff was saying, “I don’t make that much money in 3 months.”
“Neither do I,” said Taggert flatly. The joke was lost on Jackson so the bounty hunter rummaged through a stack of wanted posters, pulling a few aside. He was about to put them down when he saw one that made his blood run cold. He plucked the poster from the stack and showed it to the sheriff.
“Any word on where this one might be?”
The sheriff looked at the sketch on the paper and shook his head. “Not in this area, and glad of it,” he said, “that hombre is a real bad character. I heard he was in the Indian Territory a week ago, over near Spanish Rock.
Taggert took the stack of posters he had put aside, rolled them up, and headed for the door. “Hey!” the sheriff started, “You can’t just take…” His voice trailed off as the big man walked out into the street.
A week since Tom Davis had been at Spanish Rock. That area was controlled by Comanche and if he stayed there long, he would have to be working with them. The Comanche only saw in black and white when it came to friend or foe. Davis was good at making deals, so Taggert decided to play a hunch.
The stocky grey gelding was standing nervously at the hitch rail and ready to go. Taggert liked his horses big and full of energy, especially if there was going to be trouble. He swung his 6’2” frame into the saddle and pointed the horse toward the rocky terrain that led to Spanish Rock.
Taggert made his way toward the top of the rocky embankment. It had been three days since heading out to Indian Territory and he hadn’t found any sign of Tom Davis. He had been scouting the area when he heard shots and wanted to see what was going on.
Hearing shots wasn’t that unusual, but the shear number and different caliber’s made him think it was a shootout, rather than someone hunting. He pulled himself into a position to see over the top of the hill and found himself looking down into a small canyon.
Two covered wagons were at the bottom with one being on its side and the other still hitched to horses about 20 yards ahead of the wrecked one. There was a man lying face down in the dirt, obviously dead, and several rough looking men pulling something out of the back of the wagon that was still standing.
Taggert couldn’t see what they were after, but he could hear the high pitch scream of a female as the men jostled at the back of the wagon before dragging not one, but two women to the ground.
A man stepped from the rocks across the canyon and strode over to the fallen women. Taggert would know him anywhere, even at this distance. It was Tom Davis.
Davis studied the women on the ground for a few moments. “Strip,” he barked at them. The women held each other and refused to move. Tom nodded at the two closest men and they began tearing at the women’s clothing. The women shrieked as the garments were removed, desperately trying to hold on to the stray bits that weren’t ripped from their hands. In a matter of seconds they were both nude and left sitting in the dirt.
“I think I’ll try this one first,” Tom said casually. He pointed to the dark haired woman and the two henchmen each grabbed an arm. She didn’t fight as they stood her up, instead, she looked Tom in the eye and waited for what she knew was coming next. Her blond sister on the ground was curled into a ball and crying hysterically.
“What’s your name?” Tom asked.
“Tammy,” she practically spat back at him.
“Oh,” Tom said calmly, “the brave one of the two no doubt.”
“Kiss my ass,” she said vehemently. Tom smiled broadly at the insult.
“I intend to do much more than that with your ass my dear,” he said. The men broke out in laughter and Tammy looked at the ground humiliated.
“You two get over here and hold her legs,” Tom ordered two more men. “I don’t want to get my pants dirty.” The two thugs appeared at her side and grabbed her legs. She knew resisting was pointless, so she allowed them to spread her legs, completely holding her off the ground. They moved in unison until her pussy was right in front of Tom at crotch level. She glared at him, but the look only elicited another smile as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the ground. His cock was already hard from watching the women struggle, so he had only to step forward and plunge into her.
She gritted her teeth at the pain of being penetrated without lubrication but managed not to cry out. After a few strokes, Tom spit on his cock to relieve the burn that her dry pussy was causing him and then began to fuck her in earnest. He banged into her as hard as he could, trying to get a reaction out of her. It wasn’t working.
Finally, he reached out, caught a nipple between his fingers and twisted it as hard as he could. Tammy screeched at the pain and the men laughed loudly. Tom increased his pace and sawed in and out of the writhing woman faster and faster. She would groan each time he slammed all the way in, and although she tried not to, screamed each time he twisted her sensitive nipple.
Tom was getting close, now that she was reacting to his brutal tortures, and his balls began to tighten. He let go of the leg he had been holding and took each nipple in a hand. He waited for Tammy to open her eyes and look at him before twisting and pulling as hard as he could.
Tammy’s ear splitting scream could be heard from miles away and Tom reveled in her agony. His cock swelled and he blasted her insides with his cum, shuddering from the effort. He finally let her nipples go and stepped back so his cock could drop out of her now dripping hole.
“Have at ‘em boys,” he said. The men whooped and then began to fight to see how the pecking order would work. The biggest of the men grabbed Tammy by the throat and instantly the others backed off and headed for the woman on the ground.
“I can get a scream out of you,” the giant said. He was at least 6’5” with an enormous gut and scraggly beard. He pushed her to the wagon wheel and began tying her face first to it. Tammy stood unresisting until she felt the first strike of the bull whip.
She heard the whoosh and the crack before the searing pain shot through her back and then her entire body was on fire. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She leaned her head on the wheel in front of her and simply hoped for unconsciousness. Her sister Barbara was faring no better.
She was being held down by the rest of the men as one of them climbed on top and hastily shoved his cock into her. He hadn’t tried to lube it first, but it really wasn’t needed. His cock was small, and within a few seconds he had already come.
“Get out of the way Bobby!” a voice behind him said. Bobby was jerked off Barbara and replaced by another man who repeated the process of pounding into her as hard and fast as possible. He was getting close to cumming when he heard a shout.
“There’s another one!” Bobby yelled, pointing up at the rocks behind the wagons. Almost halfway to the top of the wall was a young, blond haired girl trying to escape over the ridge. The men holding Barbara’s arms let go and took off in the direction Bobby was pointing, scrambling to get footing up the canyon wall to catch the girl.
Bobby slapped his leg and laughed at the comical attempt of the outlaws trying to catch her. They were much bigger though, and it was only a matter of minutes before they were within a few feet. Bobby heard a noise to his left and looked down the canyon to see a rider on a dun horse heading for him at full gallop.
“Who the hell is…” Bobby began, but his sentence was cut short by a bullet crashing through his skull.
Taggert had seen the small girl desperately attempting to get over the ridge while the men were busy with the other women. He knew there was no chance she would make it so he had slid back down to the gelding and mounted up. He found a game trail up the side of the canyon wall and headed the horse up it, not knowing if he could make it or not.
The big horse navigated up the rocky terrain like a mountain goat and then slid most of the way down the other side on its haunches. Taggert was impressed, and when he turned the gelding down the canyon, the speed of his mount put him almost on top of the men before they ever saw him coming.
Taggert took out the one directly in front of him first and then fired a few shots behind the two climbing the rocks after the girl. One of the men was almost to the girl and reaching for her leg, so she slid down and kicked him squarely in the face, causing him to fall backwards and head over heels to the canyon floor. Taggert slowed the gelding and the next shot kicked up small rocks and dirt inches in front of the girl’s second attacker, making him retreat hastily back to the ground.
Whoosh, crack! His next shot was pulled off target as he brought the horse to a stop in front of the wagons. The giant had caught his right arm with the whip and was trying to drag him to the ground. Taggert reached into his belt with his left hand and pulled his second Colt .45 from its holster. He quickly leveled it at the monster and let off 3 shots in rapid succession. The big man crumbled face first into the dirt.
Taggert untangled the end of the whip and swung both .45’s back toward where the women were. One man was attempting to get around the wagon so he shot him in the only thing still showing, which was his leg. Taggert had lined up his guns with the man coming off the rocks when he felt the concussion of a bullet just in front of his knee. The gelding lurched and stumbled as Taggert grabbed his rifle and kicked free of the saddle just in time. He hit the ground running and bullets seemed to be coming from all directions. Diving behind one of the wagons, he looked up to find a terrified naked woman tied to the wheel looking back at him.
“Evening Ma’am,” Taggert said calmly. He sat with his back against the wagon and began reloading his handguns. He then holstered them, picked up his rifle, and moved over to Tammy to cut her loose from her bindings. She immediately started in the direction of her sister next to the other wagon but Taggert stopped her.
“Not a good idea,” he told her, “let’s move this one first.” He went to the front to find two horses hitched and standing nervously in their harnesses. He had to move before the outlaws had a chance to get set, so he took a chance and stepped quickly to the lead horses head. Taggert began backing the wagon and Tammy used it for cover until it bumped into the one on its side. He then pulled the beasts behind the wagon so he would have cover as he unharnessed them. Even though the horses had stood for a while without getting spooked, it wouldn’t do to have them run off with a large portion of their cover.
“Hey! You down there with the girls,” Tom called out, “who are you and why are interfering?” Taggert didn’t answer. He took in his surroundings and moved to a rock that was protected from gunfire. Taking his rifle he pointed it down the long canyon where he had ridden in and waited patiently. The women exchanged puzzled glances but didn’t say anything, even though it appeared he was about to shoot at nothing.
“You still alive down there,” Tom called out again.
“Yep,” Taggert replied.
“Well, we got seven to your one and I don’t think those are good odds, do you?” Taggert remained still and continued to aim the gun. Suddenly there was a man running across the canyon floor almost 100 yards away. Taggert squeezed off a shot and the sound echoed along the rocky walls. The man took one more step and fell to the ground.
“I agree Tom,” Taggert said, “you better go get some more help.” He continued to hold his position in case another fool tried get behind them. There was a moment of silence and the sounds of men moving in the rocks above could be heard.
“Taggert?” Tom yelled, “Is that you?”
“Damn,” Tom laughed loudly, “I thought you was dead!”
“Not hardly,” Taggert said grimly, “no thanks to you though.”
“Aww, come on buddy. You know that was an accident.”
“Then show yourself so I can accidentally put a bullet in you and we can call it even,” Taggert answered. Tom’s laughter filled the canyon and Taggert moved his position and began pointing the rifle at the rocks above them.
“Tell you what,” Tom said, “you head out and I’ll forget this ever happened. You’re free to go.” Taggert scanned the rocks slowly until he spotted a head that was periodically peaking quickly over the rocks. There was a rifle laying on the boulder in front of the man, loosely pointing in his direction. Taggert timed his up and down movement and the third time he came up, a bullet ripped the top of his head off.
“You’re loosing men, Tom,” Taggert yelled, “you want to give yourself up now or just let me keep picking them off?” There was a loud commotion in the rocks and suddenly someone began firing rapidly at them. The bullets ricocheted off rocks and slammed into the wagon but none of them really came close.
“You bastard!” a new voice yelled at him, “You killed Kenny!” Taggert had already moved to a new position lower and between the two wagons. As the gunman began firing again, Taggert easily found his position and took his shot. The rapid fire from the rifle above them stopped instantly and it was obvious that he had been wounded or killed.
“Tom, you ready to give up yet?” There was no answer and Taggert wasn’t surprised. Just like all the battles they had fought in the war, Tom was the last the last one to the front line and the first one out. He had already ridden away and left the others to pin Taggert down while he escaped.
“Tell the girl up there to stay where she is and not to move,” Taggert said turning to the women.
“Carrie,” Tammy yelled to the young girl, “stay where you are and don’t move.”
“Not planning to,” came the reply. Taggert grimaced as he took in the scene around him. He had plenty of ammunition since the rifle and pistols took the same kind. The cover was good but nightfall was only a few hours away and that would work to the outlaw’s advantage.
He spotted a game trail that went over the ridge that had no cover on it for a few feet. If they were going to try to get the angle on him they would have to cross that trail eventually. The smart thing for outlaws to do was waiting until dark, but they hadn’t shown too much in the way of brains so far. He moved to the front of the upright wagon where there was a clean shot and set up his rifle. He waited patiently for almost 10 minutes before there was movement near the trail. A few seconds later a man moved into the open in a low crouch allowing Taggert to easily sight him in before squeezing off another shot. The man fell to the ground and frantically dragged himself back into cover.
“You boys want to call it a day and ride out?” Taggert called to them. “I’m sure you’re low on ammo by now.” They didn’t answer but he had to assume they were still there. He moved back to the two women and laid out his plan. Taking the body of the man that had fallen behind the wagon, they stripped off his shirt and Taggert replaced it with his own. He pulled off his hat and jammed it tightly on the corpse’s head before taking a piece of wood plank from the wagon and threading it up the shirt sleeve of one arm. Together the three of them slowly pushed the body face down to the end of the wagon and did their best to make it look like it was Taggert was reaching for a gun one of the outlaws had dropped during the first part of the battle. Taggert pushed while the women worked the board and, once half the body was out from behind the cover of the wagon, two shots rang out almost simultaneously. The dead body jerked and Barbara screamed, dropping the board and began crying hysterically.
“You killed him,” Tammy yelled, “oh my God you killed him!” There were hoots and hollering as the remaining two men congratulated themselves.
“Throw that rifle out where I can see it,” one of the outlaws yelled. Tammy took the gun and pushed it out next to the corpse.
Please don’t hurt us,” Tammy said, “we’ll do anything, just let us go.”
“Move out from behind that wagon,” came the reply. The two naked sisters moved away from the wagon and out into the open. “That’s more like it.”
Taggert could hear the movement as the two men headed down the slope to claim their prize. He waited until he could hear their boots on the soft canyon floor before stepping out from behind the wagon with a pistol in each hand.
The two outlaws were shocked to see the shirtless man appear and their reaction was too slow as Taggert fired three quick shots into each of them at the same time. The men staggered backwards and fell dead without even firing a shot. Moving quickly, Taggert ran up the steep incline to where the men had been. Several bodies he had shot laid strewn about, but he continued to looking for any wounded.
Finding a blood trail, he followed it cautiously until he caught up with the badly bleeding man. Already too weak to raise his gun, he laid out on his back as Taggert approached.
“You here to finish me off,” the man asked in a raspy voice.
“No,” Taggert said flatly.
“You have to,” the man said as his face took on a panicked look, “don’t leave me to die like this!”
“Where is Tom Davis?” Taggert asked.
“I’m not sure,” the dying man answered, “we all just got hired on and we never been to the hideout.” Taggert considered this as he reached down and took the man’s gun.
“What do you know?” he asked.
“Nothing,” the man whispered, “I don’t know nothing.” His voice faded and he lost consciousness. It would be almost impossible to stem the flow of blood considering how it was pouring from the man’s shoulder. He probably wouldn’t make it through the night.
Taggert moved in the direction the man had been going and within a few hundred feet, found four horses tied to some scrub brush. He mounted one and led the others down a trail until it emerged at the mouth of the canyon. The women and the young girl came running to him as he rode up.
“Mister, you ain’t gonna leave us here, are you?” asked the young girl.
“I brought you some horses,” he said, “and I can point you in the right direction. If I ride out now I might be able to catch him.”
“No!” all three said in unison. Barbara began to cry and Tammy tried to console her while Taggert dismounted and began working the saddle off his dead gelding.
“We can pay you,” Tammy said coming up behind Taggert, “we still have some money that my husband sent from California. We will give you all that we have.” Taggert ignored her and continued to pull the straps from under the horse.
“I will also give you…” she hesitated, “myself.” Taggert turned and looked at her. She still naked, with her hands on her hips. She was a good looking woman and the offer was tempting. He was close to catching Tom though, and he had been looking for him a long time.
“No thanks,” he said, “I need to get moving. You should pick up a few guns and put on some of these hombre’s clothes. No one will know you’re a woman from a ways out. You might make it back without getting hurt.”
“You can have me too,” said Barbara as she walked up to them. She tried to smooth out her hair and make herself look presentable even though she was covered in dirt and still had dried cum on her legs. Taggert ignored the offers, his mind made up.
“You can have me too, Mister,” Carrie said. She looked to be only thirteen and he didn’t think she even knew what was being offered. Taggert stopped what he was doing and turned to face the three of them. He realized that leaving them would most likely be a death sentence and he might as well shoot them here.
“How much money?” he asked.
“About $600 is all we have left,” Tammy answered.
Taggert nodded, “$600 and all the pussy I can handle until we get to Waco. Is that the deal?” All three nodded.
“Except for you, Carrie,” Taggert said, “I’ll need you to watch the horses at night and tend the fire.” Carrie was obviously relieved and nodded eagerly. He turned to Tammy, “Give me the money now.”
“No,” Tammy said, “we will pay you when we get there.” Taggert simply turned his back to them and pulled the saddle free of the dead horse.
“You still get all the pussy you want,” Tammy said, “just as soon as we’re on the trail.”
“Wasn’t the deal,” Taggert said as he walked over to the horses he had brought down. He picked the best looking mare and pulled off the saddle that was on her back. The women watched as he began the process of putting his own saddle on the mare. They exchanged nervous glances and Tammy stepped to the opposite side of the horse.
“Please don’t leave,” she said, “we will do anything you want.”
“I want the money,” Taggert said insistently.
Barbara began wringing her hands and gave Tammy a worried look. Tammy moved over to the upturned wagon and went inside. She stepped over the maze of broken furniture and began pulling at a floor board in the middle of the wagon. It finally popped open and a small tin box fell out. Tammy picked it up and brought it to Taggert.
“It’s all we have,” she said. Taggert opened the box and removed the paper bills. He began counting, but there was less than $500. He looked at the women for an explanation but they offered none, so he took the money and put it in his saddle bags.
“I don’t like liars,” he said simply, “you lie to me again or try to get out of our deal and I will make sure you regret it.” The women nodded and he continued, “The deal was for $600 and all the pussy I wanted, so you owe me $110 to start with, and I want some pussy right now.”
“You have the money,” Barbara said, “We’ll give you plenty of pussy when we get to Waco.” Taggert was already moving the moment she spoke. He picked up a small flexible stick that had fallen off a piece of broken furniture and grabbed her by the hair on his way by. He dragged the crying naked woman to the upright wagon and bent her over the floorboards. Taggert used his left hand to pin her down and with his right, he swung the small switch making it whistle through the air. It impacted Barbara’s ass with a crack and she began wailing. He brought it down half a dozen times before letting her fall to the ground a blubbering mess.
“If any of you lie or try to cheat me out of our deal,” he told them, “you will all get the same, but a lot worse than this. Is that understood?” All three nodded and Taggert undid his belt and let his pants drop. His large cock hung down and the women gasped at the sight. Taggert pointed to Tammy and she moved in front of him.
“Get on your knees and suck it,” he told her. A look of revulsion crossed her face but she said nothing. She sank to her knees and took his cock in her hands before working the end of it into her mouth.
“You too,” he said, pointing at Barbara. She pulled herself up to her knees and moved next to her sister. Taggert grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her mouth to his balls. He twisted her hair until she was lapping at them frantically with her tongue, hoping he would release his grip. He guided both of them by their hair, making them lick and suck his shaft until it was completely hard.
“Get up on the wagon,” he told Tammy. She stepped up to the cart and sat on the wooden floor with her legs dangling off the back. Taggert grabbed an ankle in each hand and pushed up and out so he could move between them. He plunged forward and his cock sank to the hilt in Tammy’s wet pussy. She seemed embarrassed that sucking his cock had aroused her, and that she was beginning to warm up as he pounded away.
“Bend over right here,” Taggert said to Barbara as he patted the wagon floor next to Tammy. She moved slowly but got up and shuffled next to her sister. “Bend over,” he told her. She leaned over warily and he reached over to fondle her ass that now had several red welts. He spit on one of his fingers and began pushing it into her ass, causing her to try to get up.
Taggert quickly subdued her with his right hand by pressing hard into the small of her back. Since he was still fucking Tammy he didn’t have a free hand to pick up the switch.
Whoosh, crack! The sound of the switch made Taggert flinch as another angry red line began to form on Barbara’s ass. Standing next to her, switch in hand, was sweet little Carrie.
“Don’t move bitch!” she yelled at her sister. She swung the wooden stick again and it landed with a sickening pop that caused Barbara to scream with a renewed energy.
“Stop! Stop!” Barbara sobbed, “I will do anything you want, just stop hitting me.” Taggert took it in stride and with Carrie ready with the switch, he began probing Barbara’s ass again. She moved a little, but stayed in place, allowing him to slip his finger inside.
In the meantime, Tammy had been building to a climax as Taggert’s huge cock hammered in and out. She was stretched to the max and now she maneuvered herself so her clit was stroked by his erection on every thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to groan as the first waves of orgasm hit. Taggert picked up his pace and within seconds Tammy’s pussy was spasming around his cock as she let out a long, loud moan. Lost in the moment, she grabbed Taggert around the neck and hugged him to her as she shuddered in an explosive climax. Finally sated, she released the big man and flopped back into the wagon, allowing him to pull out and move behind Barbara.
He grabbed the bent over woman’s hips and began to work his well lubricated cock up her tiny ass. She whined as he pushed forward but didn’t try to resist for fear of another beating at the hands of her younger sister.
Taggert kept up the pressure and Barbara whimpered as the large cock popped past the outer ring and began to move deeper into her. He didn’t stop until his balls were touching her pussy and he was erection had completely disappeared into her ass. He then slowly sawed in and out of her in long, deep thrusts that made her moan continuously.
He began to pick up the pace and soon he was hammering into her almost as hard as he had done with Tammy. Taggert felt his balls tighten as he continued and it wasn’t long before his cock began to swell and her ass was flooded with cum.
He took a few steps back and found a small piece of cloth from one of the destroyed dresses. He was wiping his cock off when he heard swoosh, crack. Barbara yelped and immediately her hands were rubbing a new welt on her ass.
“What was that for?” cried Barbara.
“You know,” said Carrie as she twirled the switch between her fingers. Barbara started to say something but thought better of it and just laid her head back on the wagon bed. Carrie then moved over to Tammy and stood holding the switch as if daring her to say something. Tammy looked away and Carrie triumphantly turned back to Taggert.
“What now?” she asked. Taggert studied her closely for a hint of what had just happened but decided it was none of his business.
“Let’s get all the guns and anything that might identify them,” he said, indicating the dead men, “they might have bounties on them that I can get paid on.” Carrie moved to the first dead outlaw and began going through his pockets.
“You two get the two hitch horses and bring them back. Go through the wagons and get out what you want to take,” he told the older sisters. The two looked at each other in surprise as they realized they would not be taking the wagons.
“We got all our stuff in those wagons,” Tammy started, “you can’t expect…” She stopped short when she saw Carrie headed her way with the switch in hand. Taggert caught her by the collar and she slashed the weapon through the air in the direction of Tammy. The older women’s shoulders slumped and they set off to complete their task.
“What is it with you and that switch?” Taggert asked the young girl.
“Ever since we started this trip,” Carrie told him, “they have been making me do all the work and beating me with a cane when it suits them. Now I have the cane.” Taggert smiled and let her go. She immediately began pilfering the pockets of another dead man near her.
It took over an hour to get loaded and started down the canyon. Carrie efficiently picked up a few pots and the food along with an extra dress. The two older women argued over the most trivial baubles to the point that Taggert let Carrie sort it out with her stick. It was quite amusing watching her put the women in their place.
One thing that confused Taggert was the lack of clothing the older women had. With two wagons full of furniture and curios neither had an extra dress to put on. They draped blankets over themselves for a while but quickly decided to sit on them instead when they realized the areas that might be blistered by the saddle leather. They had found their boots but the only sock to be had was under the giant man, with three of Taggert’s bullets in him, and his blood had soaked the cloth until it was useless. So they both rode naked with only their boots in the evening sun.
Carrie chose not to ride beside her bickering sisters and stayed 30 yards ahead of them with Taggert. She recounted how the three of them had set off to California with $800 that Tammy’s husband has sent. The older women had tricked and lied their way across the country all the way to the Mississippi. At that point they hadn’t paid much to anyone as a guide and neither had followed through on their promise of sex.
“After we crossed the river on the ferry,” she said, “we met a nice man named Smiling Sam.”
“You mean Sam Dawson?” Taggert asked.
“Yes, that’s him. Do you know him?”
“We rode together a few times,” Taggert said, remembering the fight the two had come through with the Apache. “He is a fine and honest man.”
“I know,” said Carrie, “he brought us all the way to Waco without getting a penny or pussy from my sisters. They kept promising, but they were just lying to him. In Waco he said goodbye.” She seemed fond of the older man, and had hated to see him go.
It took 5 full days to get back to Waco and Taggert was glad to be rid of the two older sisters. He had grown to like Carrie though. She had developed a lot of confidence on the trail back and the older women now looked to her as their leader. She had used the stick on them several times and on one occasion a cane appeared to keep her charges in line.
Taggert had taken full advantage of his deal with the women and fucked one or both of them several times a day. Tammy never resisted and seemed to enjoy her time with him but Barbara never warmed up.
As they rode across the Waco bridge into town, the older sisters caught up with him. “Taggert, we need some money for clothes,” Tammy said, wrapping her blanket around her.
“Get a job,” Taggert replied.
“How can we get a job?” she retorted, “we don’t have any clothes!”
“You two would make good whore,” Taggert told her evenly, “don’t need clothes for that job and every cow town has a lot of cat houses.” Tammy started to say something but decided to keep her mouth shut. She had learned that Taggert wasn’t one to play games with.
They rode up to the main street and Taggert turned to the sisters. “We are now in Waco,” he smiled at them, “our business is concluded and we can now part ways. If you really want a job I recommend Sadie’s.” He pointed to a two story building about halfway down the street with a sign featuring a half naked girl. The two older sisters said nothing and simply pointed their horses in the direction of the whorehouse. Carrie stayed behind.
“Will I see you again Taggert?” she asked.
“Possibly,” he said. He took a small bag from his pocket and counted out some money. “Take this, you do a good job of wranglin’ the horses… and other things.”
“Thanks,” Carrie laughed. She took the money and sat quietly, taking in the town. “I’m not sure where to go,” she admitted.
“There is a lady with a boarding house that I know,” Taggert said. “I might be able to get you a job with room and board if you’re interested.” Carrie nodded and he turned his horse the opposite direction of the other sisters.
Two hours later, Taggert was in the Gupton Saloon. Carrie had settled in at the boarding house with a job and a roof over her head, and he heard the sisters were also employed at the other end of town. Across the table from him sat Sam Dawson. Taggert was asking if there was any news about Tom Davis.
“The only thing I heard was a guy came in with a hole in his leg,” Sam told him, “man said a bunch of Comanche had attacked them and he was the only one that survived. Don’t think I believe him though.”
“Me either,” said Taggert, “anything else going on that might give me an idea of were to find Tom?”
“Not really,” said Dawson as he gulped down a drink, “Comanche Joe took out for that area today though.”
“Anyone with him?” Taggert asked.
“None that I could see, but he did have two pack mules loaded down.”
Comanche Joe traded with the Indians and outlaws near Persian Canyon some miles past Spanish Rock. If he had two pack mules it might be supplies that Tom would need for a group of men the size he was collecting. Taggert had an idea that Davis was planning something big to need that many forces, and since more than a half dozen lay dead in a canyon, he would probably need more.
“Sam, I appreciate the drink,” Taggert said, “and I found something out today that might interest you. There’s a new girl working at Sadie’s you might want to check out.”
“Taggert, you know I don’t really go for those whores much,” Sam replied.
“I know you don’t,” said Taggert, “but go ask for Barbara and then let me know how it goes.”
Taggert moved out to the street and found his mount standing quietly where he had left her. He would need a better horse to go after Comanche Joe and it was too late to find one now. He would take the horse to the stable and spend the night at the boarding house in a real bed.
Tomorrow, he would go hunt men.
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