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|Introduction: Long story set in the 1800's|
NOT A SEX STORY!
This is not a sex story, rather, a story with some sex. It is a very long, slow western, so please do not read any further if this does not appeal to you. This is fair warning before you start reading, get hooked on the characters, stay up all night, and find yourself going into work late the next day…
Thunder in Hell – A Dirty Western
Lou looked both ways down the narrow road that the stage would be traveling. He checked the tree again, for the twentieth time, and made sure the rope was ready. There had been only a few passers by during the two days he had been here and he wasn’t too worried about being noticed.
The large tree he had cut three quarters of the way through was not noticeable because of the mud he had caked onto the freshly hacked wood. The rope supporting it was high enough that a person would have to look up to see it, and he was convinced no one would. All he had to do now, was wait.
Lou had worked as a cowhand for the Pierce Ranch near Matagorda Texas for the last few years and he had finally had enough. Pierce was a hard man and he expected more than a day’s work from his all his hands and paid them little for it.
This spring had been the end of it for Lou. He was fed up with the coastal area, tired of the mosquitoes, the sweltering heat, and the poisonous snakes that seemed to be around every turn. He finally lucked out when he overheard Pierce tell one of his hands to meet with John Randall at Wheelock. The part of the conversation that got Lou’s attention was the mention that Randall would be coming to buy one hundred head of beef.
Lou had slipped away that night and made a beeline for Wheelock. He spent the next few days scouting the area and getting ready to rob Randall of the cash he knew he would be carrying, since Pierce did not deal in credit.
He looked up at the sky and the dark clouds forming seemed like another stroke of luck for the cowboy. If the rain hit today, all trace of his escape route would be erased and he would soon be back east. This time it would be different, because he would have money and the ability to buy his way into the hometown elite.
He lay back, gazing at the sky as it darkened, and daydreaming about all the whores and whiskey he would soon be celebrating with. All he had to do was stop the stage, grab the money, and get down the road. The spring storm would take care of anyone that pursued him, and he would be home within a week.
The creak of wagon wheels roused him from his thoughts and he looked down the road to see the stage. It gently rocked and rolled with the terrain as it approached, the horses moving at a fast walk along the trail.
Lou took his position as planned, waiting until the stage was only fifty feet away before tugging on the rope that was keeping the tree in place. The knot gave way and the tree, now unsupported, creaked and groaned as it lazily began to list to one side, picking up speed as it fell. It crashed to the ground with a heavy thud as the driver pulled the wagon to a stop.
“Get your hands up,” Lou shouted at the driver from behind his makeshift mask as he stepped out into the open. The man had other ideas and was already fumbling with the shotgun he had next to him. He swung it around in Lou’s direction and was cocking the hammer when a bullet slammed into his chest.
Lou stood shocked at what had just happened. He saw the man laying back against the driver’s seat, and the blood coming from his chest before he realized the fatal bullet had been delivered from his gun. He was frozen in place for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what he had just done. Movement in the coach caught his attention and he quickly stepped to the stage.
“Everyone out,” he growled as he popped the door open. A man and woman, obviously together, were first to exit. The only other passenger was an older man with a cowboy hat. “John Randall?” Lou asked as the man stepped down. Randall looked surprised to be called by his name and suddenly realized that he was the target of this holdup.
Randall grabbed at the gun in his belt even as Lou pointed the smoking revolver at him. John had been a bull of a man all his life and, had this happened ten years earlier, the out come might have been different. He tried to sidestep from the robbers line of fire and get off his own shot at the same time, but he was a second too slow and Lou’s bullet tore into his side, spinning him around. The next bullet hit him in the middle of the back and he went down in a heap.
“Damn it!” Lou exclaimed, “What is wrong with you people! All you had to do was just give me the money and go on your way.” As he chastised the dead men he realized there would have to be a new plan. He turned quickly to face the remaining passengers to make sure they were not pulling guns on him as well. They stood in obvious fear and clutched at each other for support.
“Give me all your money,” he said gruffly as he stepped over Randall’s dead body and searched for the money belt under his shirt. He found it and undid the buckle to pull it free while keeping a wary eye on the couple.
“We don’t have any money,” the man said feebly. He wrung his hands and the woman tried to comfort him. “We are going to Marlin to stay with my folks since things got bad for us.” Lou shook his head and was about to leave when he saw the ring on the woman’s finger.
“Give me the ring,” he told her. The woman turned pale and the small man, frightened as he was, stepped in front of her.
“That ring belonged to my grandmother,” he said with more authority than he felt, “I can’t let it be stolen the day before I am to see my family.” The woman was visible shaking now and Lou shrugged.
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” he quipped as he cocked the pistol that had already killed two men.
“Wait,” the woman said, stepping in front of her companion, “don’t shoot him. I..I will do anything you want if you will just leave us be.”
“Tanya, NO! You’re my wife” the man cried, “I can’t let this happen.” Taggert cocked his head and smiled at the offer. She wasn’t bad to look at and they couldn’t hang him twice. He nodded to the woman and she turned to her husband.
“Don’t be stupid Robert,” she said in attempt to calm him, “better I get fucked than you getting a bullet. I will do this and then we will never talk about it again.” She turned back to the gunman, “I assume you will want to tie him before we go somewhere to do this.”
Lou nodded again and stepped over to the small man as she moved out of the way. After her husband was secured and made to sit next to the large wagon wheel, the outlaw stopped for a second to take in his prize. She was average height but her breasts seem to be much too big for the dress she was wearing since they spilled out the top.
“Take off your clothes,” Lou said flatly.
“Here?” she seemed mortified, “In front of him?”
“Right here, right now,” he said, “unless you want to go back on our deal.” He nonchalantly pointed the pistol in his hand at her husbands head.
“No, wait.” She slowly began to undo the buttons that held the dress together in front. It took a few minutes to get through all the layers of clothing she was wearing, but eventually she stood stark naked in front of the two men.
Very nice,” Lou said with lust dripping off his voice, “get over here and down on your knees.” He pointed to a spot directly between her husbands legs and she hesitated for just a moment before complying. She knelt between his legs and Lou moved so his crotch was directly in front of her face… and her husbands.
“Take out my cock and start sucking,” he said menacingly. She fumbled with the buttons of his pants for a few seconds before reaching in and pulling his dick out. The half erect penis almost hit her in the face and both she and Robert gasp at the size of it.
Tanya took a deep breath and began sucking on the tip. Lou, quickly tiring of her half hearted attempt, grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat in one quick movement. She gagged and choked as her air was cut off but Lou didn’t seem to notice. He began fucking her throat roughly and his shaft rapidly swelled to full size.
It only took a few minutes of this before Lou was ready to burst. Still wanting more, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop and she gasped for breath now that her airway was clear.
“Stand up and bend over,” Lou told her. Tanya stood up but didn’t know where he wanted her until he pointed at the wagon wheel behind Robert. She sighed, and then resigned herself to her task, straddling her husband and bending over so the outlaw could fuck her.
Lou stepped behind Tanya and began working his massive dick into her dry pussy. Had her saliva not be coating his erection it would have been much worse as he pushed forward, driving his cock into her unprepared hole. She screamed as the head forced its way in and then Lou leaned heavily against her, pushing the rest of his member home.
Without waiting for her to adjust to his size, he began to ruthlessly pound into her as her husband sat merely inches away, watching as the giant phallus slammed into his wife over and over again. To make matters worse, Tanya was beginning to respond to being overfilled as very unladylike words began to spill from her lips.
“Ohhhhh,” she groaned, “oh, fuck me hard! Fuck me with that big cock!” She swayed her back to give Lou a better angle and her tits dangled just a few inches above Roberts face. She was sweating from her efforts and several beads dripped onto her husband as he sat sullen beneath her.
“Oh shit!” Lou exclaimed, “I’m going to cum!” His movements became more frantic and he pace almost doubled as his balls tightened. He renewed his grip on Tanya’s hips and as he began to cum, she was practically lifted off the ground with the force of his last few thrusts. She responded with an orgasm of her own that left her shuddering as his semen shot into her.
Finished, Lou backed away and his spent cock dropped from her pussy. She stood up and much to her dismay, a large amount of cum spilled onto Robert’s shirt as he sat dejectedly against the wagon wheel.
“Nice doing business with you,” Lou said mockingly as he refastened his pants, “if you ever get down to Galveston, look me up.” He turned to leave but then stopped and looked up at the driver’s area. Pulling himself up to the seat, he found a metal box with the words Well’s Fargo painted on the side. He hopped down with his bounty and made a beeline for the area he had hidden his horse, only to return a few minutes later.
Tanya was working on getting the knot loose that bound her husband when Lou rode up. He smirked at her and without a word, turned and walked his horse down the road toward the south.
Tanya and Robert stood surrounded by no less than twenty people in the small town of Wheelock. They had managed to unhook one of the horses from the stage and rode the rest of the way to get help. The sheriff was listening intently to their edited version of what had happened.
“What did his horse look like?” the sheriff asked.
“It was a big dun mare,” Tanya said, “and it had a brand on it like the letter P with some other markings.”
“The letter P?” a man standing in the crowd suddenly spoke up. He pushed his way to the front and stopped next to the sheriff. Kneeling down he drew a symbol in the dirt and looked up at her. “Is this it?”
“That’s it exactly,” Tanya replied. The man stood up and faced the sheriff.
“I know who did this,” he said, “Lou Stous was a hand at our ranch until a few days ago when he just disappeared. He must have found out Mr. Randall would be coming to town to buy cattle and decided to rob him.” The sheriff nodded in agreement.
“Did he say anything else that might help us find him?” the sheriff asked Tanya.
“He said something about Galveston,” Robert blurted out, finally joining the conversation. The sheriff turned to him and nodded again.
“Then he rode toward the south,” Tanya added. The men began rapidly talking at once and the sheriff had to yell to get their attention.
“You men mount up,” he said, taking charge, “It’s not raining yet but we better get on the trail soon or we’ll lose him.” He walked abruptly to the other side of the street and untied a small horse before stepping into the saddle and moving to the middle of the road. When all the men had joined him, he turned and headed out of town in the direction of the abandoned stage.
Tanya and Robert stood for a moment, watching the posse as it disappeared around a bend. They turned to walk toward the boarding house, almost running into the chest of a massive grey gelding. Looking up, they saw a large man in dusty cloths staring back at them.
“Can I help you?” Tanya asked, startled at his sudden appearance. The big man’s gaze settled on her ring and she quickly covered it with her other hand. He looked from Tanya to the dejected Robert and back again. Tanya blushed brightly as she realized he had figured out what had happened, and she felt utterly humiliated.
“No ma’am,” the man said, “I have what I need.” He pulled the horse around and rode out of town, in the opposite direction from the posse.
Waco Texas was alive and hopping at 9 pm the next evening when Lou arrived. The rain had stopped and the cow town was full of cowboys ending their drives. That was a good thing if you were trying to hide. He thought of signing on as a hand and riding out the next morning, but he wasn’t in a hurry. No one would be able to find him this quickly.
Stous had doubled back as soon as the rain had started and headed north. If a posse had managed to get together, he was sure the couple would have told them he was headed south and he had left obvious signs to make sure they believed it. As soon as he had changed direction, he had done his best to stop leaving any trace and the rain had helped as it poured buckets throughout the night.
He hadn’t been in the saloon for more than ten minutes before heading upstairs with two whores. Both were sloppy drunk and he had to help them up the stairs to the room he rented.
“Take off the cloths,” he told them anxiously. The women began giggling and then started to undress for him, one on either side of the bed.
“Get closer together,” he told them, “so I can see you both.” They laughed drunkenly and the blond moved to join the dark haired woman before continuing to undress.
“Now,” Lou said, “kiss each other.” Both the women’s head snapped up at the order and stepped back.
“Mister, you’re sick!” spat the blond. “We don’t do perverted stuff, just a straight lay.”
Lou pulled his gun from the holster and tipped up his hat with the barrel. “I don’t think you understand,” he told them firmly, “I’m the paying customer and you do what I want.” He let the gun barrel dip down to point at the women.
“But.. but mister,” the black haired whore was completely sober now and beginning to tremble in fear, “we’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Seems like a good night to try something new,” he grinned. The pistol was still aimed at the two and he slowly pulled back the hammer. The ominous click filled the room and the girls both gasped in horror.
“Do like I ask and nothing will happen to you.” He laughed suddenly, “nothing much different than any other night!” The blond moved closer to her friend and pulled her face toward her.
“Sissy,” she snapped, “just do like he asks and we’ll be done shortly.” Sissy was on the verge of tears but nodded.
“Ok June,” she mumbled. She let June pull her close and then they kissed. It was a long, passionate, deep kiss that made the outlaw’s cock rock hard.
“Perfect,” he said, “finish getting out of those cloths and then I want you on the bed.” The women rushed to comply rather than argue. They had seen the results of girls that tried to fight with drunken cowboys. The thought of yelling for help had crossed June’s mind, but there was no way anyone would hear them above the piano that was blaring downstairs.
“You,” he pointed to June as he was pulling off the last of his clothing, “on your back, and have your friend get on top of you.” The women moved into position and soon Sissy’s breasts were hanging down and almost touching June’s as she held herself up with only her arms.
“Kiss her again,” Lou told her. Sissy hesitated and Lou stepped to the side of the bed, pulling the belt out of his discarded pants as he moved and swung it in one motion. It whistled through the air and landed with a crack, making Sissy yelp. It was all the motivation she needed to lock lips with June. Sissy kissed her feverishly in an effort to ward off further punishment and June responded in kind.
Lou climbed onto the bed, belt still in hand and lined up his hard cock with Sissy’s pussy. In one thrust he was in to the hilt and began pumping into her. Sissy stopped kissing June for a moment to catch her breath, only to hear the whoosh of the belt and feel the leather as it slapped across her back.
“Oooowwwww!” she screamed. She quickly began kissing June again to save herself from another blow.
Lou slammed his cock into her faster as the excitement of having two whores at his whim was causing his dick to throb like never before. He felt invincible at that moment, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came.
Stous’ attention was suddenly pulled to footsteps out in the hall. They moved forward steadily and then stopped at his door. Lou listened for a second, assuming it was one of the other cowhands or another whore, but the person didn’t move on.
KABAM! The door slammed open and a large man stepped into the room. Lou pushed off Sissy and leapt for his gun on the small table but the intruder already had it in his hand. Too late to stop his forward momentum, Lou flew off the bed and crashed into the wall, landing in a heap at the stranger’s feet.
“What the hell is going on!” Lou bellowed. He looked up to find an army pistol pointed at his face.
“You robbed a stage,” the big man said, “I’m here to take you back.”
“Robbed the sta…” Lou looked at the man incredulously, “you tracked me here?” His mind tried to come up with a reasonable explanation.
“Sort of,” came the stoic reply.
“But, the storm,” Lou was frantic now. What kind of man could track him through a storm like that? Not only track him, but gain time as well.
“Who are you?” Lou finally asked.
“Oh shit! I thought you were dead!” Lou exclaimed.
“Not hardly,” Taggert replied. “Now stand up slow and lean up against that wall.” The outlaw warily complied and Taggert tied his hands behind his back.
“Sheriff,” June finally spoke up from the other side of the bed, “that man made us do perverted things!” Taggert turned to see June standing naked with her hands on her hips and Sissy cringing on the floor with a blanket pulled up to her eyes.
“Really,” Taggert smiled, “what type of perverted things?”
“He, he made us kiss,” she finally spat out.
“Oh?” Taggert feigned concern before turning to Lou, “Did you make them do that?” Lou hung his head and nodded.
“Was that all you were going to make them do?” Taggert asked.
“No,” Lou said, “I was going to… I was going to make them lick each other.” Sissy gasped again from behind the protection of her blanket.
“Did you pay them for the whole night?” Taggert asked.
“Yes,” the outlaw said with a puzzled look.
“Is that true?” Taggert asked June.
She shifted nervously. “Yes,” she said, “he paid for the whole night.”
“Did you cum?” Taggert directed the question to Lou.
He continued to look sheepishly at the ground. “No, I was about to when you showed up.”
“Well,” Taggert pretended to be perplexed. “We got ourselves a situation. You girls got paid and didn’t finish the job. I’m responsible for getting any unspent money back to the stage depot.”
“You can’t take our money!” snapped June.
“Hmmm,” said the big man thoughtfully, “maybe not. But he paid for all night and you didn’t work all night, so we have an issue. Maybe I have a solution.”
“What do you mean?” June wasn’t following his train of thought.
“I’ve been riding hard for a few days,” he said, “I’ll let you keep the money but I think you should do the work you got paid for. I’ll make sure you earn it.”
Realization finally dawned on June and she turned red. The lawman was going to fuck her and Sissy.
“That ain’t decent!” she accused.
“I certainly hope not,” retorted Taggert. “Get back on the bed while I finish with your friend here.” He made Lou sit in the arm chair and tied his ankles tightly. A loop around the chest made sure he wouldn’t be moving.
“Ain’t you going to take him to the jail?” questioned Sissy. “You gonna let him stay and watch?”
“He paid for it,” said Taggert as he shut the door and barred it with the table. June was obviously mad but she was used to being abused by men. She would do whatever he wanted and then sneak down and tell the owner while the lawman was sleeping. She would make sure he got his.
Taggert undressed as the women waited on the bed. He was over 6 foot 2 inches tall and there wasn’t an once of fat on his body. His skin was riddled with scars of past battles and the muscles of his arms bulged as he climbed onto the bed. Still on his knees, his large cock hung down and Sissy gulped at the size. “Suck it,” he said, “both of you.”
Both of the women moved into position on either side of him and began working on his massive cock. June sucked the end into her mouth and Sissy licked the sensitive underside in tandem. This was something they were used to doing and they performed the task to practiced perfection. Within minutes, Taggert’s impressive cock stood at full mast and even June was intimidated by it.
Glancing over his shoulder, Taggert could see by the naked man’s erection that he was obviously enjoying the show. “What were you going to have them do next?” he asked.
Lou sat stunned for a few seconds before answering, “I was going to have them lick each other,” he tried to nod his head to make Taggert understand, “like, flip flop, and then I was going to fuck the one on top.”
“You heard him,” Taggert said. He guided the women into the 69 position and then pushed his cock into June’s waiting pussy. Pressing on the back of her head made her mouth drop straight between June’s legs, and he held her there until she stopped objecting and began licking at the pussy in her mouth.
Slowly working his cock into June, he could feel his balls graze over Sissy’s nose. They landed on her lips and he waited until she opened her mouth and licked at them before moving again. Taggert stayed in this position for almost ten minutes as he stroked in and out of June while Sissy struggled to lap at his balls.
“What’s next?” he asked Lou as he continued to fuck June.
Lou had caught on to the game now and was more than willing to play. “I was going to switch them out and fuck Sissy in the ass.” Sissy moaned her objections with a mouthful of balls and June jumped up.
“Fuck this!” she yelled, “We’re leaving!” she moved to get off the bed but Taggert’s massive hand closed around her throat.
“You look familiar to me,” he said quietly as if contemplating, “maybe a wanted poster from Texarkana? I think I saw one with a couple of women about your age. If I remember correctly, it was for stealing from an older gentleman and then beating him half to death.”
June quit moving and sank back onto the bed. If he knew about their crime, he could take them both to jail and they would never get out. She had been wrong in thinking no one would recognize them here.
“It’s not me,” she said weakly.
“Oh,” Taggert smiled, “I guess if you stay, I won’t have to go check.” June’s shoulders slumped and she nodded but shot a dirty look at Lou.
”You sick pervert!” she spat at him. Lou turned red but then a smile crept across his face.
“I was going to have June get her friend ready by licking her ass,” Lou said to Taggert. June opened her mouth to say something but then closed it.
Sissy was pulled into position on her knees and it only took a menacing look from Taggert to get June behind her. Before long she was licking at Sissy’s anus, making the bent over woman moan with pleasure.
Taggert tweaked June’s nipple while she worked. “You can do better,” he said. June redoubled her exertions by pushing her tongue all the way into her friend’s ass. Sissy groaned loudly and bucked against June’s face.
“That’s enough,” said Taggert, “get under her and lick her pussy while I fuck her.” June moved onto her back and slid under Sissy while Taggert lined up his cock with her now lubricated hole. He pushed the head against her until it finally yielded enough to allow the shaft to pop in.
Sissy hissed loudly and then moaned as the big man’s cock slowly disappeared into her. June’s pussy was now in front of her and she licked at it with wild abandon. The over stimulated Sissy had June on the brink of orgasm as Taggert pumped into her at an increasing pace.
His large balls slapped June’s face as he stroked into the kneeling woman’s asshole and she swiped at it with her tongue when it was close enough. Taggert began to fuck Sissy in earnest and his cock swelled as he got closer to cumming. June was shuddering from her own climax as Sissy relentlessly licked her and pushed back against Taggert at the same time. He felt his own climax coming and hammered in and out of Sissy with blinding speed before finally cumming in her ass as she shuddered from her own orgasm.
All three were breathing hard as Taggert pulled his cock slowly from Sissy’s ass, allowing a large amount of cum to escape and drip into June’s face. She lie quietly without moving and let the warm liquid spill onto her. The three untangled themselves and sat up on the bed.
“Oh shit,” June said. She was looking in the direction of Lou as he sat tied to the chair with cum splattered all over his stomach. “You are a fucking pervert.”
Lou looked at her with hatred in his eyes. “I was going to have her lick all my cum up when I was done,” he told Taggert. June looked pleadingly to the big man.
“Get to it,” he told June. She groaned before moving to her knees in front of Lou and began lapping up the cum from his stomach.
“Then,” Lou said with a wicked grin, “I was going to fuck June in the ass and make her suck my cock when I was done.” June groaned at this but didn’t object. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 2 – Sisters at Spanish Rock
The next morning Taggert was dressed and ready to go by dawn. He had spent the night making sure Lou got his money’s worth and now it was time to go. He had threatened to take Lou to the jail stark naked unless he told the location of Randall’s cash and the Wells Fargo box. Lou finally relented and the women put his pants back on him, but nothing else.
“What kind of lawman are you Taggert?” June asked as he was pushing Lou out the door.
“Never said I was a lawman,” he answered as he stepped into the hallway.
Taggert hauled his newest prisoner to the sheriff’s office. Since he caught the outlaw with his pants down, it had actually been harder to find the man than take him into custody. His hunch that Waco would be a more likely get away route than Galveston had paid off as Taggert had actually made to town before the outlaw. All he had to do was sit and wait for a man matching the stage robber’s description to arrive.
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 three 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 Davis 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 though, 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 large frame into the saddle and pointed the horse toward the trail 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 twenty 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 before barking at them, “Strip!” 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. They 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. “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 unbuttoned his fly and reached inside to pull out his dick. 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 harder. He banged into her relentlessly, trying to get a reaction, but it wasn’t working.
Finally, he reached out with his left hand, 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 he could feel his orgasm rising. 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 cum.
“Get out of the way Bobby!” a voice behind him said. Bobby was unceremoniously 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 grey 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 her 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 man wielding the whip 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 one hundred 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 on the other side of the canyon 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 few bullets 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 Kenny’s friend 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 yelled 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 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, 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 sound of small rocks sliding 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 shots into each of them at the same time. The men staggered backwards and fell dead without even raising a gun. Moving quickly, Taggert ran up the steep incline to where the men had been. Several bodies he had shot lay 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 was still naked and had 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 in its place. They exchanged nervous glances and Tammy stepped to the opposite side of his new mount.
“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 stick.
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 did not try to get up, 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 his erection had completely disappeared into her ass. He then slowly sawed in and out of her in long, deep thrusts that made her groan 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 knew he was getting close 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 picked up a small piece of cloth from one of the destroyed dresses. He was wiping his dick clean 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 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. The two women turned up their nose at the dead men’s clothing and Taggert didn’t really blame them. They were drenched in blood and there was no way to wash them.
The sisters draped blankets over themselves for a while but quickly decided to sit on them instead when they realized what area that would 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 soaking the cloth completely. So they both rode away from Spanish Rock naked with the exception of their boots.
Carrie chose not to ride beside her bickering sisters and stayed thirty 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 five 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 cloths!”
“You two would make good whores,” 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, remembering that he had sot one of Davis’ men in the leg, “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 Gulch 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 Tom Davis 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.
Chapter 3 – Comanche Joe
Taggert shifted in his saddle to get a better look at the ground in front of him. He had been tracking Comanche Joe for only a few days and it appeared he was gaining ground by the recent signs that were left. The man he was following had a small Indian pony and two mules, making the trail obvious enough that any blind fool could have figured out which direction to go.
The big man rode quietly down the trail letting the mare pick her way as he pondered his next move. He would have liked to have picked up a better horse in town, but he hadn’t seen one that was superior to the mare he was riding. It would take some time to find a mount as good as the gelding he had lost in the recent gun battle.
He shaded his eyes and focused on a plume of smoke that was rising a mile directly ahead of him and wondered if Comanche Joe had decided to set up camp early for the day. A few minutes later it was obvious that the fire was much bigger than it would be for a camp and he instinctively knew there was trouble ahead. He pulled his rifle and kicked the mare into a lope as he readied the gun for action.
Comanche Joe stood by nervously and watched without comment as the Comanche burned the small, half built barn. A group of six warriors had descended on the homestead a few minutes before he had arrived and were furiously destroying everything they could find. Had the small cabin not been made of stone it would undoubtedly been in flames as well.
Two of the bucks had a man on the ground and were kicking him as if it were a game, while two more held a woman between them. Here eyes filled with tears as she watched her husband being beaten in their front yard.
The Indians finally quit kicking the man when they realized he was unconscious and turned their attention to the woman. With little fanfare, the leader of the group began ripping off her clothing as she was held in place by the other warriors. Within minutes she was completely nude in front of them and it wasn’t difficult to figure out what their plan was.
Joe moved further back and sat quietly on a freshly cut stump as the leader directed the woman be bent over a sawhorse. She was quickly moved into place and tied tightly before the men began to strip off their leather britches. The leader moved behind her, and without hesitation, roughly shoved is hard cock into her pussy. She screamed at the intrusion but there was no way for her to avoid the attack and the warrior wasted no time in building speed. He pumped in and out of her angrily while occasionally slapping her ass and leaving handprints. He pounded into her brutally for almost ten minutes before shooting his load and stepping aside.
Once the first man finished the rest took turns fucking her on the sawhorse. Her ass began to shine red from the slaps it received, and her pussy eventually overflowed with semen. It was over an hour later when the last man finished with her and began to get dressed. The leader pulled a knife from his belt and put it to her throat. He would have dispatched her then and there, but was interrupted by Joe.
Taggert moved slowly through the trees and down the slope that led to the smoke he had seen. Now that he was close enough, he could make out the figures at a small old line cabin at the base of the slope. He counted six Comanche plus Joe, who was standing back and watching as a woman was tied down and assaulted. He knew better than to rush in and try to save her as six Comanche would be more than he could handle. He sat back and watched as the men repeatedly raped the woman on the sawhorse.
He didn’t move from his position until the lead buck put the knife to the woman’s throat. Even then, he only looked through his small binoculars to make sure there were no scouts arriving that had found his horse hidden on the other side of the ridge. It surprised him that Comanche Joe appeared to be bargaining for the woman’s life.
Taggert watched in interest as Comanche Joe went to his pack horse and brought several small items back to the leader. It was impossible to make out what it was from this distance, but the Indian seemed pleased, and let out a war whoop before hopping onto his horse and riding out with the other Comanche close behind.
Comanche Joe wiped the sweat from his brow and Taggert could see that he was obviously shaken from the encounter with his long lost tribe. The fear was well placed because the big buck could just as easily killed them all without a worry. The small man had managed to bargain his way out of a sticky situation.
“Why take the risk?” Taggert muttered to himself. These settlers were stupid for ignoring all the warnings in town and then squatting in a cabin that had been raided many times in the past year. Comanche Joe’s motives became more clear a few minutes later when he dropped his pants and moved behind the tied woman.
Taggert chuckled to himself as the little man tried to mount her from behind only to find he was too short. He waddled, pants around his ankles, to the wood pile and rolled a block of wood behind her to stand on. It was comical to watch as the small rat faced fiend climbed onto the stump and sunk his cock to the hilt. The woman barely registered the assault as he pounded away, grunting and groaning as he balanced on his makeshift stepstool.
It didn’t take Joe long before he was cumming in the slick pussy before him. He moaned loudly and then began convulsing as if having a seizure, and then fell off the stump onto his hairy ass. Taggert had to stifle another laugh and took his hat off to wipe the sweat from his brow. Instantly, a bird chirped to the right side of the clearing and Taggert realized an Indian was watching him. He had heard enough calls in the past to know a warning and Joe reacted with a quick look around and began pulling up his pants.
Taggert hunkered down in his position until he was sure he couldn’t be seen before removing his hat and jacket. He left them laid out in the same spot and moved carefully back along the trail, being sure not to let himself be spotted again.
Comanche Joe was warily looking around but pretending he had no idea what was happening. He moved to the front of now unconscious woman and dropped his pants again. Moving closer to her, he tried to get his flaccid cock into her mouth but could not. He cursed as he waddled to get his piece of wood to make it easier. Once in place, he climbed onto it and began trying to fuck her face with his small limp tool.
Taggert reset about thirty feet up the trail at a location he felt would most likely be the angle his attacker would take. He watched Joe’s shenanigans and realized the small man had positioned himself an arms length from an ax.
‘Having a scout, and now using himself as bait,’ Taggert thought to himself, ‘old Joe is smarter than most people give him credit.’ The big man held his position behind a large tree as he waited for what he believed would be an attack. In the meantime, Joe continued to use the hapless woman’s mouth.
Within minutes a small Indian appeared and moved quietly toward the bounty hunter’s last position. There was no sound, and the dirt caked knife did not reflect any sunlight, but Taggert knew it would be razor sharp.
The Indian passed five feet from him and he waited patiently before stepping out from behind the tree and advancing toward his opponents back. The Indian whipped around but Taggert had timed his punch perfectly, and landed a solid fist to the chin. The dark skinned foe dropped to the ground and the big man was on top and ready to continue pounding away. It wasn’t necessary, because the attacker was already unconscious.
Taggert took the knife from the ground and was about to dispatch the small Comanche when he noticed something. This Indian was a female! He was confused by this, since Comanche would never let a woman join a war party. He started to cut her throat anyway, but something stopped him again. Hesitating, he pulled off her leather britches and began slicing them into long rawhide strips.
Using several pieces to keep her hands behind her back, he used two more to bind her feet before hog tying her with another. Finally, a longer piece was wrapped around her neck and secured to a medium sized tree. He had enough leather for a gag, so he strapped it tightly into place before moving down the trail to work his way behind Joe.
Comanche Joe was pushing his small cock in and out of the barely conscious woman’s mouth. She tried to suck him the best she could, probably thinking he was one of the group that had ridden away.
Joe was still watching and waiting for his back up to bring the intruder to him, like she had done several times before. The girl was a wild woman, and she was more than a match for most of the men Joe had ever met. He was so confident in her abilities that his focus shifted to face fucking the tied woman in front of him.
Balancing on the stump he developed a rocking motion with a weird rhythm that was beginning to build to his orgasm. He grunted and groaned as his pubic hair banged repeatedly into her nose and the strokes began to quicken. Joe used her hair as a handle and brutally fucked into her mouth until finally shooting a small load of cum into her.
Joe was weak kneed and struggling to keep his balance on the stump when he felt the knife at his throat. “That didn’t take long,” Taggert said as he nicked Joe’s skin with the blade.
“Who are you?” Joe asked in a raspy voice.
“I’m the guy with the knife,” Taggert quipped. He pulled the smaller man off the stump and frog marched him with pants around his ankles to a nearby tree. Picking up a rope on the way, Taggert tossed the coil over a heavy branch and tightened the loop end around Joe’s neck. Within a few seconds Comanche Joe was on his toes, trying to take the strain off his throat. Taggert took the belt from the trader’s pants and secured his hands behind his back before heading over the hill to get his horse.
Returning a few minutes later he found the naked woman was completely awake and fighting her bonds, so he cut her loose. She fell to the ground and crawled over to her husband, still unconscious from the beating, and began to weep. Taggert ignored her and headed up the hill to pick up the Indian he had left there.
The young girl was fighting mad when he arrived were he had left her. She was struggling against the rope around her neck to the point it was drawing some blood, and her wrists were rubbed raw. She stopped moving when he put the knife to her throat and cut the rawhide that held her to the tree. Once free of this bond, she began trying to fight him even though she was still hog tied.
“You got some spunk, ain’t ya,” Taggert grinned. He easily hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way back to the yard.
Comanche Joe had managed to get his balance and was keeping still enough to make it easier to breath. His eyes grew wide when he saw the girl slung carelessly over the big man’s shoulder. Taggert put her on the sawhorse where the older woman had been tied and cut her feet loose from her hands. He had to hold her firmly while tying her neck tightly to the wooden stand and she didn’t quit fighting until he finished tightly strapping her hands and feet in place.
“God damn, mister,” Joe croaked, “you done it now. She’s gonna kick your ass when she gets loose.”
“Not likely,” Taggert replied. He pulled his canteen from his saddle and took a drink.
“That bastard raped me!” the woman on the ground suddenly exclaimed. She jumped up and ran toward Joe. Taggert smiled at the sight of the naked woman sprinting across the yard with her small tits bouncing around. It was even more comical to see Joe’s reaction as he squealed like a stuck pig and, restrained by the rope around his neck, ran in tiny circles to get away from her. It became even more hilarious when he actually managed to make her miss, which sent her sprawling face first into the dirt. Taggert chuckled and made his way over to Joe and thwarted the woman’s next attack.
“That bastard raped me,” she screamed as Taggert held her back.
“He didn’t use too much,” Taggert said, nodding at Joe’s shrunken cock, “and besides, you owed him that much.” The woman stopped short and stared open mouthed at Taggert’s comment.
“I OWE him?” she screamed, “How the hell do I owe him? He and his friends raped me!”
“Joe here saved your life,” Taggert said. “He bought you from those other Comanche before they could kill you. If it weren’t for him, you and your man would be dead.” The woman stared daggers at Taggert and opened her mouth to say something but then closed it before walking around him and back to her husband.
“It’s true,” Joe echoed, “I did save her, and it cost me a pretty penny too. Does this mean your going to let me go?” Taggert turned back to the weasel and looked him in the eye. Joe saw no mercy in the bounty hunter and cringed as he was approached by the larger man.
“Depends,” Taggert said evenly, “where are you going with all those supplies?”
“Going to do some trading with the Indians.”
Taggert reached up and grabbed the rope coming over the limb and pulled hard. Joe’s feet left the ground and kicked wildly as he struggled to breathe. Taggert held the rope for a few seconds and then released it, dropping Joe back to the dirt.
“Don’t like that answer,” Taggert mused, “want to try again?”
“It’s for Tom… Davis…” Joe said as he gasped for air, “Honest mister… it’s for him and his gang… of thugs.”
“Where are you supposed to meet them?”
“I’m not,” he panted, “I was supposed to give them burros to another man in town, but he got into some trouble. I have to meet him on the trail two days ride from here. His name is Jack.”
“Yes… that’s the man,” Joe was regaining his composure as his lungs finally filled completely with air. “That’s all I know, I swear. I told you everything, are you gonna let me go now?”
Taggert wasn’t listening any more. Jack Stanton was known for his abilities with explosives and had run with rough crowds in the past. What would Tom Davis want with explosives? There was movement to his right and he quickly looked in that direction to see the Indian girl trying her bonds again.
“Why is that girl with you,” Taggert asked.
“I bought her,” Joe replied. “She’s Hopi from out west. The Navajo caught her as a little girl and sold her to the Comanche. She was raised Comanche, but they never treated her like a girl since she’s half white. I taught her some English, and she knows a lot of Injun.”
“What the hell did you buy her for?”
“I thought she was cute and I wanted to bed her. I only got to fuck her once and she wouldn’t let me touch her again.” Taggert shot him a disapproving glance. “She was grown when I got her,” Joe said defensively, “she just don’t like men.”
Taggert walked over to the young girl and took a closer look. She was long and lean, unlike typical Comanche women. She appeared to be in her late teens, judging by her still firm breasts and athletic body. Her bare ass was striped with old and new switch marks, probably from Joe trying to get her to do his bidding. Taggert could see the white lineage in her long legs and he realized she was probably taller than a lot of men he knew, including Joe.
“I’ll buy her,” Taggert said suddenly, surprising both Joe and himself.
“Buy her?” Joe coughed, “I don’t want to sell her.” The big man covered the yard in three quick strides and the knife was again at the trader’s throat.
“Although,” Joe squeaked, “I can change my mind on this subject at any time. You know she won’t stay with you. Once you untie her, she’s going to try to kill you and then catch up with me.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Taggert replied. He removed the knife and glanced over to make sure the girl was watching. “Tell her you’re going to sell her to me.”
Joe cleared his throat and began speaking in Cherokee. Taggert understood enough to make sure he was telling her what he wanted. The girls eyes opened wide and she shook her head as much as possible the way she was tied.
“She don’t want to go with you,” Joe said.
“Yeah, I got that.” Taggert pulled a small gold piece from his pocket and held it up for the girl to see. He placed it in Joe’s shirt pocket as she watched from the sawhorse, shaking her head in disapproval.
“Wait a minute,” Joe started as his trader demeanor automatically kicked in, “I paid a lot more than that for her!” He stopped as Taggert turned to stare at him, “of course this is a negotiation. I’ll call this a fair trade.”
“Tell her,” the bounty hunter prodded. Joe set off in a rapid tirade of Cherokee that included a few sentences about how he was getting ripped off, but in the end, explained that she now belonged to Taggert.
“She don’t want to go with you,” he said finally, “and if she does, she’ll sure enough try to kill you first chance she gets.”
“So let’s get that over with,” said Taggert as he approached the girl with the knife in hand. Unlike Joe, she didn’t cringe or even move, although he was sure she must be scared. He ran the sharp knife between her legs and down to the rawhide before cutting her bonds. She blinked in surprise but stayed still. He repeated the process with her neck rope, and then her hands, before stepping back.
“You done it now,” Joe yelled out from across the yard, “she’s going to kick your ass.”
“What’s her name?”
“What’s her name?” Taggert repeated as he watched the Indian girl get up and rub her raw wrists.
“Lomasi,” Joe said.
Taggert laughed loudly and the girl turned red before charging at him. He easily side stepped and with a push, sent her sprawling. She quickly regained her footing and turned to attack again. Circling more cautiously, Lomasi moved in a clockwise fashion, trying to get the big man off balance.
Taggert took a few steps back and took the knife out of is belt. The girl stopped for a split second, but then continued circling. Taggert smiled at the lack of fear and flipped the knife between them, causing the blade to stick in the ground.
“You got a death wish mister?” Joe exclaimed, “She’s going to cut you a new one!”
Lomasi stopped again with a surprised look on her face and then smiled. She sprang forward toward the knife expecting her opponent to do the same. Grabbing the handle, she scurried backward before he could catch her, only to realize he had never moved.
The Indian girl was furious at Taggert’s display of superiority in allowing her the blade. Her face reddened in anger and she lunged forward quickly, catching him off guard with her speed. Lomasi began circling again and smiled as a small amount of blood began to appear from a new nick in his belly.
Taggert quickly regrouped and smiled at the Hopi. She smiled back and shifted the knife to her other hand. The next attack came quickly, but Taggert was ready for her as he had seen this style of hand to hand fighting in the past. She rushed forward with the knife in her left hand but changed to the right just before getting to him.
Taggert shifted to one side and caught her knife hand, using it and her momentum to throw her heavily to the ground. When Lomasi bounced back to her feet, Taggert had the knife and was waving it at her. She was obviously furious with the way he was taunting her, but stayed back with a new found respect. He flipped the knife some 30 feet behind him and she rushed at him again.
This time Lomasi tried to kick him in the groin but Taggert was already well to one side before she could connect. She wheeled to attack again, but was stopped by a solid fist to the face. With blood dripping from her nose and down her lip she staggered back a few feet and took a few seconds to regain her composure. This time she came at him cautiously before ducking down to grab a handful of dirt to throw in his eyes.
She never got the chance to release it, because Taggert had stepped forward and blocked her arm with his knee. She looked up in time to see his fist coming at her, but couldn’t move out of the way as it connected with her chin. For the second time in the same day, Taggert had knocked her unconscious.
“Holy shit!” Joe shouted, “You beat that bitch to death! I whipped her ass before, but you done killed her!”
“She ain’t dead,” Taggert growled. He moved to his horse and pulled the canteen off the saddle before striding over to the prone girl. He tipped it slightly and a small amount of water splashed across her face, bringing her sputtering back. She sat in the dirt with a glazed look in her eyes as the fog slowly faded. Taggert squatted in front of her as she regained her senses and slowly stood up.
“Tell her she’s mine and to do what I tell her,” he called to Joe. His command was repeated and this time Lomasi looked down and nodded. “Now tell her to go bend over the sawhorse and wait for me.”
“She ain’t gonna do that!” Joe exclaimed, but began rattling more Comanche at her. She looked over to Joe before walking slowly to the sawhorse and bent over it with her dirt covered ass sticking up in the air. Taggert waited until she was in position before moving behind her and dropping his pants.
Lomasi stayed quietly in place as Taggert brushed the dirt from her ass before placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She didn’t move away from him as he began to slide his dick into her. She surprised him by being wet, and as he moved forward she pressed back against him. A small sign escaped her lips as the first half of his cock entered her, and then she began to hump back against him in earnest. Before long, they were rutting like animals, with Taggert slamming her full force with the length of his massive cock. She moaned loudly and bucked against him as he drove his erection relentlessly into her again and again.
Finally, he began to cum in her pussy as she convulsed under him. He continued to plow into her as they both shuddered violently from the intensity of their orgasms. The waves of pleasure began to recede and he pulled away, allowing his cum to slowly drain from her pussy and leave a trail dripping down the inside of her thighs. She lay limply on the rough sawhorse and didn’t move.
“I don’t believe it,” said Joe. “You beat the hell out of her and then she fucks you like a wildcat.”
“She’s Indian,” Taggert replied, “she was raised their way even if she is half white. You got to get her respect first.”
“You damn sure got that out of her,” Joe said thoughtfully. He suddenly realized his tiny dick was rock hard and hurting. “Can you let me go now?” Taggert had noticed his condition as well and untied to the rope from the tree before cutting him loose.
“You know she’s going to get away from you and find me the first chance she gets,” Joe said as he rubbed his wrists to get the circulation back.
“I doubt that,” Taggert said, “I used the part you never did.”
Joe turned red. “Maybe so,” he said, “but you got to sleep sometime, and I bet she won’t miss a chance to cut your throat.”
“Take your packs and go,” the big man responded. Joe pulled up his pants and strapped his belt back around him before taking a last look at Lomasi. He moved to his horse and pack mules, readied them quickly, and was on his way.
Taggert turned to find the older woman staring up at him from her husband’s side. He was sitting up now although he still looked dazed. “What about us?” she demanded.
“Do whatever you want.”
“My husband is hurt and those Indians took our stock! What are we supposed to do?” she yelled at him.
“I would stay out of Indian territory,” Taggert drawled, “it could be dangerous.” He moved to his horse and mounted before looking over to find Lomasi standing next to his mare. She had found her moccasins but was still bare from the waist down. He kicked the mustang up and began riding in the direction Joe was headed.
Taggert figured he would hang back and let Joe get out ahead of him since it was his best lead to Tom. Jack Stanton would tell him where Tom Davis was hiding and he would go find him. He glanced down at Lomasi again. She was walking along beside him quietly and he wondered what she had been thinking when he offered to purchase her.
“Unha huu tomopu?” he asked her.
Lomasi looked up at him with a shocked expression and it took a few seconds for her to realize he had spoken Cherokee to her. She replied to him in kind and he shrugged. So she was twenty years old. He wondered if being Hopi and white mix had something to do with her not being married at that age.
They rode in silence for the next few hours and Taggert pulled up near a small creek to camp for the night. There was no use in being in a hurry since the trail was so easy to follow. Comanche Joe would probably ride a few more hours and put as much distance as he could between them, in hopes of never seeing Taggert again.
Lomasi helped set up camp quietly and efficiently while Taggert unsaddled the mare and hobbled her. He built a fire and, although she hesitated, Lomasi gathered wood for later in the night. He explained in broken Cherokee that he wasn’t worried about the war party coming back this way for a while, and the small fire shouldn’t attract much attention. Besides, he wanted coffee.
He sat by the fire while she went to the creek to wash off and Taggert watched her carefully just in case Joe’s prediction of his pending doom had any merit. When the young girl returned to the fire she was practically glowing. She cleaned up nicely and now she was completely naked, allowing Taggert to really get a good look at her.
Her small damp breasts glistened in the firelight and Taggert immediately began to get hard. His reaction was not lost on Lomasi, who knelt down next to him. Tugging at his belt and pulling off his pants, she leaned over and began gently licking the underside of his rapidly growing cock. She sucked the length into her mouth and slowly fellated him as he lay back and enjoyed the sensation.
When he was fully erect, Lomasi squatted over him and guided his large cock to her wet pussy, engulfing him by letting herself fall onto his lap. He let her do all the work as she pumped up and down on his shaft, first slowly, then building speed until she was slamming his cock into her tunnel at a furious tempo.
He pulled her to him and rolled on top, picking up speed as she arched her back and pushed against him. He pounded into her with renewed vigor as she matched his efforts. Lomasi wrapped her legs around him as the beginnings of her orgasm pushed him to the brink, and then over the edge, as he came inside her clenching pussy.
Exhausted, he rolled onto his back and they both lay quietly as their breathing slowed to normal. He was getting tired and needed some sleep so he pulled a piece of rawhide from his saddle pack. Upon seeing it, she turned her back to him and offered her hands. She knew he did not trust her, and let herself be tied.
Taggert settled back onto his blanket and listened to Lomasi’s breathing until he was sure she was asleep. Only then did he allow himself to drift off.
The next morning Taggert was awakened by the smell of roasting flesh. He lay still, remembering what had transpired the day before, and suddenly he was wide awake. Something was roasting and he didn’t have any meat cooking.
He bolted up, grabbing his revolver as he went, moving away from the fire and scanning the area. Bringing his gaze back to where he had been lying, he could see Lomasi tending a rabbit over the flame of the campfire. She was giggling at his actions as she tested the meat to see if it was ready.
Taggert moved back to the fire and shook the cobwebs from his brain. He was sure he had tied her, but obviously not good enough. He could see the rub marks on her wrists and realized that she could have killed him in his sleep had she wanted to.
He relaxed and asked her about the rabbit. She held up the piece of rawhide he had tied her with, although it was now formed into a snare. She had gotten up early and caught their meal near the creek. Since Joe rarely fed her, she had gotten good at fending for herself along the trail.
Lomasi actually spoke English well enough for him to understand, and she told him a bit more about herself. Taggert listened without comment as he ate the food she offered. The rabbit was good and she obviously had some talent at cooking with almost nothing. If she could prepare other food as well as she had this impromptu meal, someone would eventually end up with a good wife.
Taggert grinned as he thought of her name. Lomasi meant ‘good flower’ in Hopi, and he wasn’t sure it fit her. Irregardless of her name, she was tough, smart, and fearless. He couldn’t help but think she would be very helpful on the hunt for Jack Stanton.
Chapter 4 – Jack Stanton TAKES a wife
Taggert rode silently on the mustang without worrying where he was going. The trail that Comanche Joe had left was so obvious even the bounty hunter’s mount needed no prodding to follow it. It had to be the most boring three days of his entire life with nothing to do but plod along slowly and follow the trader and his mules.
To make matters worse, Joe had tried to lose the big man on several occasions, making the trip even longer. It wasn’t as if Taggert couldn’t find the trail without a problem, but with Lomasi with him, he didn’t have to try. Had it not been for her alleviating his boredom, there may have been a dead trader along the road and a new plan to get Tom Davis.
Lomasi would disappear from view for a while before returning to walk beside his horse without a sound. He knew she was scouting the area around them but so far there hadn’t been anything of interest to relay back. During the slow ride up the trail he had been distracted by her still bare ass, since he had no more leather for her to make a new pair of pants.
He never seemed to tire of looking at her bare butt and if she realized what was going on, Lomasi never said a word. With only her moccasins and see through chest plate of bones and feathers, Taggert had plenty to look at and time to stop on occasion to enjoy her as well.
She spoke Hopi, Comanche, Apache, and Comanche Joe had taught her some English when she was with him. Taggert was impressed with her ability to learn and was becoming more intrigued with her as they continued on their way.
He had become so accustomed to Lomasi’s coming and going, that he almost missed the bird call that was meant to warn him. Trying not to tip his hand, Taggert surveyed his surrounding as the mare plodded along the trail. Due south, he made out a wisp of dust that seemed continuous, an indication that someone was headed his way. It took almost an hour before the ragged figure on a weary horse, picked his way across the rocky terrain to within shouting distance.
“Hello!” the thin man croaked. Taggert held his rifle low and out of sight, but the hammer was already cocked and his finger on the trigger.
“Hello yourself,” he called back. The stranger kicked his horse lightly in the ribs and began moving closer to Taggert’s position. The mustang pricked her ears, but stood quietly as they were approached. It wasn’t until there was less than thirty feet between them that Taggert saw the badge pinned on the dusty vest the man was wearing.
“Sorry to ride up on you like this,” the lawman said. His leathery face hinted at the time he had been in the sun. He looked worn down to the point that it would take more than one good night’s sleep to get the color back in his face. “I’m Sheriff Randall from Victoria.”
“Victoria?” Taggert mused, “you’re way hell and gone from that area.”
“Yep,” the lawman pulled his canteen from the saddle and took a long swig. “Been chasing an outlaw for over a week now. He kidnapped a married woman in town and took off with her.”
“You aim to take him on all by yourself?” Taggert queried.
“Had a posse when I started out,” Randall said, “but they’re working men, and had to go back to town after the first few days. I’m all that’s left, and I think I lost his trail.”
Taggert nodded but offered no reply.
“You haven’t seen a big fella riding a grulla mare have you? He has a woman, handsome like, with blonde hair. He goes by the name Jack Stanton.”
“No,” Taggert replied shortly, “haven’t seen anyone like that out here.” The sheriff looked carefully at the big man as if gauging his reaction.
“Been riding this area long?” the lawman asked. His instincts had kicked in, and he felt something was amiss with this stranger.
Taggert’s smile became deadly, and he sat silently staring into the eyes of the other man. He wanted no trouble, especially with the law, but he had seen his share of crooked sheriffs. Finally, Randall looked away and turned his horse north.
“Guess I’ll keep tracking a few days until I either pick the trail up or lose hope of finding it. There is a reward if you happen to see him.”
“Reward?” Taggert’s head snapped around and the sheriff now had his full attention. “What kind of reward?”
Randall pulled his horse up short and smiled. He had read the bigger man correctly as a bounty hunter. “$1000 for the return of the woman alive and unharmed.”
“What do you mean by unharmed?” Taggert asked.
“All her fingers and toes,” the sheriff replied flatly, “no one expects she hasn’t been well fucked by now.”
“What about Stanton?”
“Dead or alive he’s worth $400,” the sheriff said, “We don’t care how he comes back.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Taggert said.
“I’m sure you will,” Randall smiled. He gave the horse its head, and it slowly plodded toward the empty horizon to the north.
It was over an hour before Lomasi showed up at his side again. She had no doubt watched to make sure the sheriff didn’t double back on them for some reason. Since it was almost dark they stopped for the night and made camp.
Once the horse was hobbled, they settled down to a dinner of jerky and stale biscuits. Lomasi was quiet, as if contemplating something. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Are you a warrior?” she quizzed.
He was surprised by the question. “No,” he replied, “I’m more of a hunter.”
“What do you hunt?” she seemed very interested in the answer to this question.
“I hunt men,” Taggert told her. She had a blank look on her face for a few seconds before looking down at the jerky in her hands. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked up to find him smiling at her.
“Not hunting for food,” he laughed, “I hunt men for the law.” Lomasi continued to stare at him blankly. “I catch bad men and take them back to town for trial.”
“Why?” Lomasi asked, still confused with the concept.
“I find them and take them back so they can pay their debt for the wrongs they have done. The sheriff gives me money to find them”
Slowly, understanding began to show in her features, although she did not seem satisfied with that answer. She finished her jerky and sat across the fire from Taggert in contemplation before finally shrugging to herself as if to give up on figuring it out completely.
Lomasi moved over to the bounty hunter, knelt beside him and fumbled with clasp on his pants. She pulled his britches down and quickly grasped his cock in both hands before guiding it into her mouth. The young Indian had become quite the cock sucker over the past few days, and she seemed intent on swallowing the large shaft whole. She hadn’t succeeded yet, but Taggert didn’t seem to mind that she wanted to practice several times a day.
She slowly slid down his shaft as far as it would go before choking, and then willed herself to go a bit further. The large phallus jerked in her mouth, and she smiled at his response to her actions. There were only a few inches left, and she was determined to get the entire thing into her mouth.
Taggert shifted to allow her a better angle and his member finally slid all the way down her throat. He groaned loudly, and Lomasi began to move up and down his entire length while stroking his balls at the same time. It didn’t take much of this treatment before his cock began to swell, and he was shooting a huge load of cum into her mouth.
Lomasi swallowed as fast as she could until he was completely drained. When he was finished, she gently tucked his cock back into his pants and snuggled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal.
“Why take them back?” she asked suddenly.
“What?” Taggert didn’t understand the question.
“Why take the bad men back to town? Why not just kill them?”
Taggert smiled at her logic. Truthfully, he had thought the same on many occasions. “Because the sheriff won’t pay me if they are not the ones the pass judgment on the bad men.” She seemed to accept this answer, so they lay quietly until drifting off to sleep.
The next day they were up before daylight and on the trail as the sun peeked over the horizon. The cool air was just beginning to warm as they followed the obvious signs of Comanche Joe's mules.
“Why are we hunting Joe?” Lomasi asked as she walked next to Taggert’s mustang.
“We’re not. We are hunting the man he is going to meet.” Taggert replied. Lomasi stopped and looked up at him.
“I know where he will meet the man. I can take you there,” she said.
Taggert smiled broadly at the thought of not having to follow the slow mules another day. “Lead the way,” he told Lomasi. She immediately changed course and headed Northwest, and he followed with only a moment's hesitation. He thought about the fact that she could be wrong, but his instincts told him to trust her.
They moved at a much faster pace now and by the end of the day they had covered a lot of ground. The rocky terrain began to flatten somewhat, and they were moving along rolling hills covered with grass. They saw plenty of deer and when Lomasi told him it would be another days ride to the rendezvous point; he shot one for them.
He had waited until late in the day to down the buck, so they would have time to clean it. Lomasi went to work, and it was soon apparent that he wasn’t needed for this task. He spent his time setting up camp and building a fire. It was the first camp they had made where they hadn’t taken pains to hide their fire and conceal themselves completely.
Within an hour, Lomasi had cleaned the deer, had some of the meat cooking, and was working on scraping the hide clean. Taggert sat watching as she worked on the deer skin for what he assumed would be a new pair of pants. Obviously, Lomasi had done this before as she seemed confident in her task and moved with certainty only experience could provide.
Taggert relaxed, taking in the night sky and listening to the soft rustle of Lomasi as she worked. He was not worried about finding Stanton, but he had the feeling that trouble was coming his way and that bothered him. He had learned to trust his instincts and as a reflex he pulled his revolvers and began cleaning them.
Sunrise found the pair back on the trail with Lomasi leading the way. They made good time, but she was unable to scout around because of the pace they were moving. For lunch, they ate some of the deer meat without stopping, and by nightfall, Lomasi informed Taggert that they were almost to the area she felt Comanche Joe would meet with Stanton.
A large line of trees loomed before them, and Taggert thought it would be smarter to camp for the night just inside the cover of the forest and continue in the morning. He had scarcely finished unsaddling the mare when they heard a woman’s screams coming from deeper within the woods.
Taggert grabbed his rifle and immediately headed in the direction of the sound. Lomasi moved off to his right a few hundred feet, and together they carefully picked their way through the trees. The brush was thick and thorny so it took some effort to move quietly, but the sound of the woman was covering their movements, so they went as fast as possible.
Within minutes, Taggert could see the smoke from a small fire and then the clearing that it lit up. Near the fire was a young woman with her hands pulled over her head by a rope that disappeared over a branch of the tree she was under. Her naked back and ass were ablaze with angry red welts from a belt, and holding the instrument of torture was a stark-naked male giant.
Jack Stanton stood over 6’4” tall and was built like a bear. His large barrel chest glistened with sweat and there didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on his massive body. He twirled the belt in one huge hand and said something to the woman that Taggert couldn’t hear, but her moans indicated that it wasn’t good. Stanton took a step back, swung the belt at the defenseless woman, and was rewarded with a loud ‘crack’ as it landed on her ass, instantly creating another red welt that overlapped the ones already there.
Lomasi appeared suddenly at Taggert’s shoulder, and she seemed mesmerized by the scene before her. They watched in silence for a few seconds as the belt hit its target repeatedly before the huge man stopped and began talking to his victim again.
“Move around to the other side,” Taggert told Lomasi. “Grab the rifle next to the fire when I get his attention.” He indicated the weapon leaned against the base of a tree, and she nodded her understanding. She disappeared into the darkness, and he turned back to see what Stanton was going to do next.
The giant was now behind the woman, and his huge paws were on her waist. He pulled her to him, and Taggert could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a very large cock in the glow of the fire. From the angle Stanton was moving, Taggert could see that the woman was about to get fucked in the ass.
Stanton slid his hands down to the woman’s now red butt and used his thumbs to spread her cheeks apart to reveal her small hole. She gasped as his cock touched her entrance, and then he slowly began to push the head against her sphincter until it finally gave way, and the enormous girth popped into her.
The woman screamed with renewed vigor at the intrusion and Stanton began to pump in and out of her now stretched ass. He pulled at her hips, and as he gained speed her feet were lifted completely off the ground, suspending her between the rope and his powerful hands.
Stanton groaned as he pounded into her and the woman moaned loudly as her body bounced around like a rag doll while he pummeled her ass relentlessly. Finally, he gave a loud bellow and his entire body tensed as he came deep inside her. Taggert picked this moment to step into the clearing.
“Stanton!” he called out, “Are you busy?”
The giant dropped the woman, letting her sag almost unconscious in her bonds and wheeled around to face the intruder. Taggert had positioned himself for a clean shot once the man stepped back from the woman, but Stanton surprised him by moving to the left, putting him directly in between the limp woman and Taggert's firing line. Now the bounty hunter couldn’t risk a shot without taking the chance of hitting the captive.
Stanton turned to grab his rifle but found it missing from the tree where he had placed it. Lomasi had used Taggert's distraction to get in and grab it without being seen or heard. It took a second to register that he had been disarmed, but now Stanton immediately charged toward Taggert.
As the huge naked man sprinted for him, his erection leading way, Taggert flashed back to a bar in Missouri and remembered his friend Irish Pat. The small man had been drinking when he got into an altercation that somehow escalated into a larger man wanting to fight with him. Immediately, the Irishman began to undress and was all the way down to his long johns before his adversary walked away in disgust. “Nobody wants to fight the naked guy,” Pat had told Taggert later.
It wasn’t until this very moment that Taggert completely understood Pat’s statement. As Stanton closed in on him, he flipped the rifle over and grasped it by the barrel so he could swing it like a club. The charging man saw this and raised his arms to protect his head, only to be shocked when Taggert swung low, catching the end of his swelled penis with the rifle stock.
The big man immediately dropped his hands to his wounded crotch and completely forgot about trying to grab Taggert. His momentum took him past the bounty hunter and his hunched over position gave his adversary a clear shoot of the apple sized balls hanging between his legs. Without hesitation, Taggert kicked the big man’s nuts as hard as he could, eliciting a cry of pain, and knocking him to the ground.
“That was not fun,” Taggert said dryly. He knew there would be no way to control this man on the four-day ride back to town, so he leveled his rifle at Stanton’s head and cocked it.
“Nooooooo,” came the woman’s voice from behind him. Lomasi had just let her down from the tree, and she was running toward Taggert with part of the rope still attached to her wrist. She ran past him and straight to where the larger man had fallen, dropped to her knees and began hugging him protectively. “Don’t hurt my husband!”
Both Taggert and Lomasi stood dumbfounded as the naked woman hugged the moaning, writhing Stanton as he lay on the ground.
“But," Taggert started, “isn’t that Jack Stanton?”
“Of course it is,” the woman huffed.
“Aren’t you the woman he kidnapped in Victoria?” Her head snapped around and she glared icily at Taggert.
“My name is Virginia,” she said with venom practically dripping off her words, “and I was not kidnapped. It was my idea to leave, and Jack and I got married the next day.”
“Weren’t you already married?” Taggert asked unconsciously holding the rifle a little higher, perhaps in case she decided to charge him as well.
“I was,” she admitted, “but he was a low-life ass hole who never cared about anything but whiskey and cards. He gambled away everything, and we had to live in a wagon because of it. I thought I would end up freezing to death in an alley, until Jack showed up.” She turned back to her charge and brushed the hair out of his eyes.
“I thought he was raping you.” Taggert said flatly, “It makes no difference. You two are going back to town, so I can collect the reward.” He pulled at Virginia’s arm until she was on her feet and then pushed her toward Lomasi, who was staring at him wide eyed.
“Tie her up,” he said. Lomasi seemed reluctant to follow his order but complied. Taggert turned back to the big man on the ground.
“Mister, I got no reason to leave you alive for another chance at me, so listen good. If you make a wrong move, any move, I will put as many holes in you as I can.” Stanton blinked up at Taggert before painfully getting to his feet and slowly leading the way back to the fire. He sat quietly while his hands were being tied behind his back, only wincing occasionally from the pain in his still throbbing genitals.
“Watch them closely,” Taggert told Lomasi as he handed her one of his pistols, “I will go get the horse.” He moved away from the light of the fire and back into the now dark tree line. It took quite a bit longer to pick his way back through the brush and find the horse. By the time he had saddled the mare, the moon had risen high enough to provide light for him to find a game trail. It was narrow and winding but it led almost directly to the small clearing.
He could hear Jack and Virginia before he could make out the campfire. The unmistakable noise of someone having sex was coming from the small clearing and within minutes Taggert could see what was going on.
Virginia, hands still firmly tied behind her back, was sitting on Stanton’s lap while facing him. She was bouncing up and down on his cock as he lay back against a tree, letting her do all the work. Lomasi was squatting near the fire, gun in hand, watching in amusement as the woman fucked herself on Stanton’s giant cock.
“What’s going on?” Taggert asked. Lomasi shrugged without looking away from the scene before her.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said simply. Taggert began unsaddling the mare and the two continued to rut in front of them like no one was there. They were still going at it when he had finished taking care of the horse and found a place next to the fire.
Stanton’s cock seemed to be an impossible fit for Virginia’s tight pussy and Taggert couldn’t believe that he had recovered from the blow from the rifle butt so quickly. For her part, Virginia seemed insatiable and undeterred by the audience that was watching her. She began moving faster and moaned loudly as Stanton arched his back to help get his full length inside her. Finally, she slammed down onto his lap, fully impaled by his cock, and shuddered in release as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She slumped forward onto Stanton’s chest trying to catch her breath, as cum leaked out around his cock and onto the ground beneath them.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said again to no one in particular. Taggert tended to agree with her assessment of the situation. It was obvious that Virginia had not been kidnapped, but was with Jack because she wanted to be.
It turned out to be a long night as Taggert and Lomasi took turns watching the pair. Throughout the night, Virginia would wake up and coax Stanton into a position that would allow her to use his cock again, and to his credit, he rose to the occasion repeatedly. By morning, Taggert and Lomasi were exhausted while Stanton and Virginia looked refreshed and relaxed.
Taggert had begun saddling the horses just before daylight when Lomasi approached him. “What are we going to do?” she asked.
“We’re going to get them dressed and head back to town,” he replied.
“But we can not. They are together.”
Taggert stopped for a few seconds as he tried to understand what she was telling him. She could tell he didn’t comprehend, so she told him in Cherokee, to no avail.
“They are together,” she said again. She put her hands up in front of him and intertwined her fingers, locking them tightly, “together.”
Taggert finally got her meaning. Indians believed that some people were joined by spirit and to separate them would be bad luck for the person that caused the split. Obviously, she felt this couple was somehow linked that way.
This caused a dilemma for Taggert. Lomasi would not help him take the two into town and he knew they would be a handful on his own. He wondered if Lomasi would go back to Cherokee Joe if he decided to go on without her. He continued saddling the horses and thought about the limited options.
Finishing his task, Taggert headed back to the small clearing. “Where is Tom Davis?” he asked Stanton abruptly. Jack looked as if he had been slapped.
“Is that what this is all about?” Stanton asked. “I have the stuff ready except for the fuses. The guy was supposed to be here a few days ago but hasn’t shown up yet. You can tell Tom I did my part and I’m through.”
“I don’t work for Davis,” Taggert snarled.
“Then who the hell are you?”
My name is Taggert.”
“Taggert? The bounty hunter?” Stanton seemed surprised, “I thought you was dead!”
“Not hardly.” Taggert said, “Where can I find Davis?”
“I don’t know,” Jack replied, “I was supposed to make up the sticks and give them to the trader. He was supposed to take them to Tom.”
Taggert rolled his eyes at this new information. Following Comanche Joe and his slow as molasses mules would take forever. He didn’t think he could take many more days of that. “What is he planning?”
“I’m not sure,” Jack said, “he wanted the charges lighter than I usually make them, so my guess would be a safe. He didn’t tell me anything about what he was doing.”
“I’m about one step away from shooting you and taking her back for the reward,” Taggert growled, “you better come up with something or I’m about to be on my way without you.” He pulled a revolver from its holster and held it by his side. Virginia shrieked and tried to shield the giant by moving in front of him the best she could with her hands tied behind her back.
“Wait a minute!” Jack exclaimed. He began talking very quickly, “I know he has to get horses from someone named Garcia in Culver’s Canyon. When he was talking to me about the sticks, a guy sat down with us and Davis told him to buy 10 horses and that Garcia was to have them ready by the end of the month. That’s all I know, I swear!”
Taggert slipped the gun back into its holster and thought about what Stanton had said. He believed he was telling the truth, and that meant there was a chance he could mess up Tom’s plan by stopping this Garcia person from delivering the horses. Maybe Garcia knew where Tom was hiding. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded to go after the horses rather than chase Comanche Joe. The problem was, there were only five days until the end of the month, not enough time to take Jack back to town.
“Ok,” Taggert said finally, “we’re going to wait for Joe to get here with the mules and then I’m going to drag your ass back to town for my reward.” He was bluffing, but he wanted to make sure Stanton had told him everything.
“Wait, wait a minute.” Jack said, “I have money. How much is the reward?”
“It’s $1400 for the pair of you,” Taggert told him, “and it doesn’t matter if you are dead or alive.”
“I can pay you almost that much,” Stanton said, “I still have the money Davis gave me.”
“I have $800,” Stanton said, “cut me loose and I’ll get it for you.” Taggert smiled at the obvious ploy.
“How about you tell me where it is and I go get it.”
Stanton realized he had no choice. He would have to take the chance that Taggert would release them after he had their money. “It’s in the bottom of my saddle bags. Look for the peach jar wrapped in a rag.”
Taggert moved over to the big Grulla mare and checked the saddle bags. In the bottom of one he found the rag wrapped tightly around a jar with the money. Counting it out, he tallied just over $800 in bills.
“That’s our money for a new start.” Virginia grimaced, “What are we to live on?”
“Don’t worry Baby,” Jack calmed her, “where we’re going, we won’t need much money… or cloths.” Virginia giggled at this and then they both turned back to Taggert expectantly.
“I can get $1400 if I take you to town,” he said slowly, “but I might be able to make a deal that will work for both of us. You help me get the mules from Comanche Joe and give me the bay mare. Once we have the mules and the dynamite, I will let you go.”
“Deal!” both Jack and Virginia answered in unison.
It was late the next evening and almost completely dark before Comanche Joe showed up with the mules. Lomasi had been scouting the area looking for him, and had reported back in plenty of time for them to hide in the brush until Joe arrived.
The rat faced man looked haggard and worn out when his horse finally stepped into the clearing. He sat on his mount at the edge of the open space and warily surveyed the area before moving over to the fire and stepping out of the saddle. Taggert waited until he was away from the horse before moving out of the shadows and behind Joe.
“What the hell? YOU!” exclaimed the small man as he whirled around to see who was behind him.
“Miss me?” Taggert smiled.
“You been dogging me for a week and I thought I lost you two days ago. How did you find me?”
Taggert nodded toward Lomasi, who was just stepping out of the shadows and into view. Joe grunted in disapproval, “Never thought she would stay with you. I thought she would be back with me in a day or two.”
“You got the string?” Jack asked.
“What? Oh, the fuse stuff. Yeah, I got it. It’s in my pack.”
“Where are you supposed to meet Davis?” Taggert asked dryly. Joe shuffled nervously and looked between Jack and Taggert a few times before answering.
“I’m supposed to take the supplies two days south of here and set up camp next to a water hole, the one that’s in the rocks at Persian Gulch. I don’t know if Davis is going to be there or if someone else is going to meet me.”
“I’ll be needing those mules,” Taggert said. Joe stiffened at the comment and started to burst into a rant before catching himself.
“Those are my mules,” Joe said as calmly as he could manage, “and Davis hasn’t paid me for the supplies yet, so you’re stealing from me, not Tom Davis.”
“Fair enough,” Taggert replied, “then I’ll buy the mules and the supplies from you.” Joe’s entire demeanor suddenly changed. Bargaining was his livelihood and he considered himself good at it.
“Well now,” he started, “the mules are good stock and they cost me almost $50 each and the supplies…”
“I’ll give you $80 for all of it,” Taggert growled, “and I won’t beat you to a pulp.”
“A fair counter offer,” Joe stammered. He was becoming more nervous but his instinct to negotiate was still in full gear. “I paid more than that for the mules, and since we’re out in the middle of nowhere,” he made a sweeping gesture at the dark, “the supplies are scarce and therefore more valuable. How about $300 for the whole lot?”
“The mules,” Taggert said through gritted teeth, “were $10 a piece at the stables where I had my horse in Waco. I’ve bought supplies before, and there isn’t more than $50 worth between the two packs. You are right though, we are in the middle of nowhere.” He let the implied threat hang, and Joe picked up on it.
“I don’t like the way you negotiate mister,” Joe mumbled. “Fine, you can have the damn mules as long as you let me sell the fuse stock to Mr. Stanton here.” He looked over at the giant who had been watching the exchange quietly, “that will be $10 for the fuse cord sir.”
Jack nodded to Taggert as he now held all the money. The bounty hunter pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and counted out $90 to hand over to the trader.
“Thank you kindly,” Joe said as he took the cash, “now I will be on my way before you decide to steal something else from me. It won’t be my virginity, because you just fucked me good!” He quickly mounted his horse and navigated out of the clearing, disappearing into the darkness.
Taggert and Lomasi plodded slowly along the trail with the two mules bringing up the rear. They had both slept restlessly at the clearing for another night, since it was too dark to ride safely. Virginia and Jack, now excited about their freedom, celebrated by fucking all night long. Even Lomasi, fascinated by the strangers’ unabashed coupling, tired of watching the two hump like rabbits. She took first watch but was ready to turn in just after midnight, letting Taggert take over guard duty.
At dawn they had quietly packed up and were ready to go before the two love birds had awakened. They snuggled by the fire’s embers, and Taggert said their good byes from the back of the mare before leading the way out of the clearing. They weren’t 50 feet when the sounds of sex permeated the brush from behind them.
“She is horny,” Lomasi said matter-of-factly. Taggert could only nod in agreement. Virginia definitely was horny.
They made decent time toward their goal of Culver’s Canyon, even with the burden of the mules. Still, they would be cutting it close to find Garcia before the horses were passed off to Davis’ men. Taggert thought of just letting the mules go, but there was the possibility of Comanche Joe finding them again and Davis would have his supplies. It appeared he would have to keep them for the moment.
That night, after camp was set up, Lomasi came too him and went directly for his belt. They hadn’t had sex since being in camp with the others, so she seemed eager to make up for lost time. She pulled off his pants and went to work sucking his cock like she was starving for it.
Within a few minutes, she had settled into a rhythm of sliding it all the way down her throat and then back up to where only the tip was still between her lips. Then she began licking his dick from the top to bottom before spitting on the head. It soon became apparent why she was preparing his cock this way, as she stood up and squatted over him, positioning the head at her small anus.
“Are you sure?” Taggert asked as he realized what she was about to do.
“Yes,” she whispered half heartedly. The size of his cock compared to her small ass made it seem impossible that it would fit. She grasped the shaft with one hand and began to slowly drop herself onto his erection.
It took a few tries, but she finally managed to relax enough that the head popped past her tight ring, eliciting an uncharacteristic high pitched squeal. Lomasi gritted her teeth and pushed herself down, groaning as the massive tool stretched her farther than she thought possible. She opened her eyes to find Taggert smiling, and it renewed her determination to get his dick all the way inside, like Virginia had done for Jack.
From his vantage point, Taggert was enjoying the show. The small woman had impaled herself on his cock, which as now harder than he could ever remember it being. He loved the tight feel as Lomasi worked it further in, inch by inch, and he could see the tiny beads of sweat that were forming on her forehead from her efforts.
Finally, she managed to get half of his length inside her and began to slowly pump up and down. She spit in her hand on the up strokes and used it to lube up his rod some more before slowly sinking onto it again, moving down a bit further each time. Ten minutes later, she sat all the way on Taggert’s lap with his large cock seated as deeply as it would go.
The beads of sweat on her forehead had grown to droplets that flowed freely from most of the pores on her body, but she seemed pleased with her accomplishment. Taggert, no longer able to control his lust, began to thrust upwards, bouncing her just off his lap and then letting gravity slam her back onto his cock.
Lomasi groaned as she became more accustomed to the feeling of fullness and helped him pump her ass faster and faster. Finally, Taggert began to tense as his balls tightened, signaling that he was about to orgasm. Lomasi followed suit and they both moaned in unison as Taggert filled her ass to overflowing.
She lay on top of him as they came down from their high, her head on his shoulder as their breathing began to return to normal. Lomasi gingerly moved forward, letting the large cock pop from her ass before moving to his side and curled up next to him.
“I was horny,” she said. Taggert laughed and pulled her closer to him. They would both sleep soundly tonight.
Chapter 5 – The Stud at Culver’s Canyon
Taggert and Lomasi rode steadily throughout the day toward Culver’s Canyon. Even with the mules still slowing them down, they were less than a half days ride from their destination as the sun began to set.
Lomasi had finished her deer skin pants the day before and they clung to her like a second skin. Taggert was actually glad she had them, since there were several cuts and scrapes on her legs from the last few days. Despite her complaints, he had insisted she use a saddle rather than ride bareback as she was accustomed. The saddle would give them a place to tie more supplies and it would be easier to lead the mules as she could dally the lead rope around the horn.
Like everything else, Lomasi caught on quickly, and the saddle was no longer an issue after a few hours. She was also the first to notice several thin dark lines wafting straight up into the windless evening sky.
“Comanche camp,” she said. She rode ahead to see if they would need to avoid the camp, since they would lose time by doing so. Thirty minutes later, Lomasi returned excited about the Indians she had seen.
It was indeed a Comanche camp, but it was different than any she had been in before. This group was only women, children, and old men that looked like they had been there for some time. She seemed intrigued by the idea and, since the camp was directly in their path, suggested they spend the night there.
Taggert had spent some time with Comanche as well, but he was still wary of Indians he didn’t know. He reluctantly agreed to her suggestion, only because she was with him and felt they would consider her one of their own. The headed for the camp and before long, a row of teepees came into view with a haphazard set of campfires dotting the center of the makeshift village.
As they rode into the camp, Taggert had to resist the urge to draw his pistol. He kept his hands on the reins and followed Lomasi as she guided her horse toward a large teepee on the edge of the village. Their arrival prompted the residents to come out of their homes and gawk at them as they made their way toward what Taggert assumed would be a meeting with the chief.
By the time they reached the last teepee, a crowd had gathered around them and the entire little village seemed to be on hand when the chief swung the buffalo hide door to one side, and stepped out.
The leader of the tribe was an old man with a wrinkled face and a long smoking pipe clamped firmly between his teeth. He moved away from the teepee slowly and made a long sweeping arc with his arm, as if trying to be dramatic, before speaking to them.
“Welcome warriors,” he said, “I am Chief Black Hoof. We have been waiting for you.” Taggert blinked in surprise at the statement but said nothing.
“Thank you,” Lomasi said, “we would like to stay for the night.”
“Your place has been prepared,” the old man replied, “and you are welcome to stay as long as you need before the battle.” Lomasi didn’t seem fazed by the strange greeting but Taggert felt the hair on the back of his neck rise.
The two dismounted and the tribe descended upon them. Several women took the horses and mules while Black Hoof motioned for them to come inside his teepee. A small fire was burning in the center of the shelter, and the old man beckoned them to sit down. He began speaking so rapidly in Comanche that Taggert could only pick up a few words. He didn’t like what he heard.
“The legend of the two warriors is finally coming to pass,” the old man stated. “We have been here for many days in preparation for your arrival.” Lomasi nodded and glanced over at Taggert. The confusion on his face was obvious, even to the Black Hoof.
“He does not know of the legend?” the chief asked. Lomasi shook her head and their host smiled as if he had been given a gift. “Good, I will tell him the story.”
“A warrior with a mule and a warrior woman meet by chance and decide to travel together. They have many adventures and enjoy their time together, but a battle awaits them. The pair comes to a healing tribe to prepare for an upcoming battle and bring gifts to the people,” Black Hoof raised an eyebrow at this statement before continuing.
“A great battle is fought and one of the warriors is wounded. The two return to the healing tribe for help, but only one spirit leaves.” He looked from Lomasi to Taggert and then continued. “Two warriors enter, only one spirit leaves,” he said as dramatically as he could.
Taggert held his comments and let Lomasi talk to the chief. He didn’t believe in the vague legends that the Indians liked to tell, but he did see an opportunity. This tribe had obviously lost its men to war parties and they were short on food and supplies. Leaving the mules with them would solve one of his problems and they would have an ally in this group. It would be a good thing to have a tribe of Comanche as your friend, even a tribe of only women, children, and old men.
Lost in his own thoughts, he was startled when Lomasi nudged him. She and Black Hoof were both looking at him expectantly. “Do we have gifts for his people?” Lomasi asked.
Taggert nodded, “We would like to give you the two mules and the supplies they carry.” The chief beamed at this and puffed his pipe rapidly. He practically sprang to his feet and headed for the door, which he opened to an even larger group of people than when they had come inside.
“We have gifts!” he proclaimed loudly to the gathering. A cheer went up from the group and Taggert felt even more uncomfortable than before. Lomasi touched his arm and leaned up were she could whisper to him in English.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “they are good people.” The apprehension didn’t go away.
They were led to a small teepee in the middle of the camp and the door was pulled open for them. Lomasi took the lead and stepped inside followed by Taggert. Black Hoof nodded to them and the buffalo hide door was dropped into place, leaving them alone in their sleeping quarters. There were buffalo and deer hides scattered about, and a small circle of stones for a fire. Both their saddles and all their gear were inside and Lomasi set about arranging the area, while Taggert started the fire. They had just settled down when a woman brought them food.
Taggert was not used to being treated this way and was uncomfortable with the circumstances. Still, the roasted rabbit was good, and he felt no one would bother them while they were in the camp.
“What was the chief talking about?” Taggert quizzed. Lomasi smiled and chuckled at his question.
“When I was very little, I was sold to a Comanche tribe in the south. The children were very mean to me and the chief came up with a plan to protect me. He told everyone that he had a vision that one day I would be a great warrior, and that I should be treated special. I was raised by the best warrior in the village and never did any of the things with the other girls.” She paused as if waiting for a reaction. He simply nodded and she continued.
“I spent my days learning how to ride and hunt while the other girls learned to take care of the men,” she smiled again. “The chief made up the story to keep the tribe from beating me, but it was told so many times that other tribes learned of it.”
“But why does he think I am part of the story?” Taggert asked. “It was very strange when he said there was a battle coming, and the mules…” he let the statement trail off because he realized how silly it sounded.
“The old chief doesn’t have the story exactly correct,” she said, amused with the way Taggert was acting. “The Flower Warrior meets a white warrior with a mule and goes away with him. He is a giant that speaks Comanche fluently,” she paused and raised an eyebrow, “and he can make it thunder.”
“He’s a rain maker?”
“No,” Lomasi giggled, “he can make it thunder. BOOOOM!” She moved her arms up in an exaggerated motion as if she were animating the story for a child.
“Oh,” Taggert grunted, “I was just asking.” Lomasi laughed at him again, obviously enjoying his discomfort.
“When Joe came to our tribe with a mule, the people thought he was the Thunder Warrior and believed it was the beginning of the legend. Joe heard the story and pretended that he was this person, so I was practically forced to leave the tribe. The chief called me into his teepee and told me that this was not the man, but I should go with him. He knew I no longer fit in the tribe and it was my chance to go and find my own way.” She paused again as if reliving that moment.
“Then I left with Joe and stayed with him because I had no other place to go,” she gave him a warm look, “until you showed up.”
Taggert sat quietly for a while, thinking about the story. He had seen Indian predictions come true on occasion, but they were usually very vague and could be interpreted a number of ways. “How does the story end?” he asked.
“During the battle one of the warriors is injured and a healing tribe tries to save him.”
“Does he live?”
“Two warriors enter the tribe, but only one spirit leaves,” she replied dryly.
“Figures,” Taggert grimaced. It was a typical Indian legend with no rhyme or reason and the outcome was left up to fate.
“I wouldn’t worry,” Lomasi said, “you can not be the Thunder Warrior. In the story he is a giant, speaks fluent Comanche, has a mule when the Flower Warrior meets him, and rides a black stallion with no heirs.”
The typical impossible Indian legend Taggert thought. What bothered him is that the entire tribe believed he and Lomasi were the ones in the story. They believed so much that they had been waiting for months, and now that the two of them had wandered into their camp, the Indians would wait for them to come back.
“You need to tell them we are not part of this story.” Taggert said, “We may never come back this way again, and I don’t want them getting hurt if Davis finds out we gave them his supplies.”
Lomasi shrugged, “It will not matter what I tell them. They believe the story and even though we are not the warriors, they will not leave. We should come back later and figure out a way to make them believe the story has come to pass.”
Taggert nodded and lay back on his bedroll. He had somehow become responsible for a tribe of Comanche he didn’t know. His life was becoming much too complicated.
Breakfast was waiting for them the next morning when they got up, and by the time daylight was peaking over the horizon, they had said their goodbyes and were on their way. Behind them, the construction of a large healing teepee had begun in preparation for their return. Taggert shook his head, but Lomasi just giggled at the tribe’s commitment to the story her chief had made up.
Now that the mules were no longer slowing them down, they made good time and within a few hours they were approaching their destination. Taggert suddenly noticed a large cloud of dust that seemed to appear out of nowhere from just over the horizon. It grew larger as it headed their way and suddenly veered to the Northwest.
“Horses,” Taggert growled. He kicked his mare in the ribs and suddenly they were running to cut them off. If they could get in front of them, Taggert and Lomasi could surprise Davis’ men and scatter the herd.
As they topped a small hill, Taggert pulled up and stopped. There were horses running across the valley in front of them, but only one man was giving chase. Taggert realized the horses were wild mustangs and the man must be Garcia.
The mustangs ran in a tight group with the big grey horse that Garcia was riding right behind them. He guided the big gelding up to the rear of the herd with a rope held loosely in his right hand and urged his mount to move faster. With a burst of speed, the horse lunged into the pack and up to a dun mare.
With a practiced ease Garcia swung the loop a few times and then it sailed over the dun’s head and settled around her neck. He pulled up on his mount and as they slowed the rope tightened and the captured mare had to slow down with them or be strangled. The rest of the horses thundered past, as Garcia reached behind his saddle and grabbed something.
From this distance Taggert couldn’t make it out clearly, but it resembled a porcupine curled up in a ball. Made of sharpened wooden stakes, the ball was attached to the end of the rope that Garcia had used to catch the mare. He continued to keep pace with the dun until they came to a mesquite tree, and then he suddenly veered to the left.
The horseman threw the wooden ball at the ground and it bounced wildly before the rope hit the base of the tree and the ball wrapped around it. The rope around the mare’s neck tightened and the small tree bent to the mustang’s weight as she came to a stop, unable to free herself.
Garcia was already coaxing the gelding back toward the herd and was shaking out another loop. His mount charged forward at an amazing speed, making the herd look as if it were moving at an easy trot as he closed the distance. They entire group disappeared as the mustang herd rounded a corner and out of Taggert’s view.
“He has a good horse,” Lomasi commented. Taggert nodded in agreement. The gelding was even faster than the dun he had lost in the gunfight with Davis. Garcia was obviously a good judge of horses, and Taggert hoped he would have an opportunity to get a similar one to replace his current mount.
They moved down to where the captured mustang was fighting the mesquite tree and waited for Garcia to return for his prize. Taggert could see no reason to hide from Garcia, as he had no issue with the man, and now he was interested in doing business with him. They waited for almost an hour before two horses came into view with Garcia in the lead and another mustang dragging behind and fighting the rope every few hundred feet. He slowed when he saw Taggert and Lomasi but continued coming toward them.
As he came nearer, Taggert realized the horseman was smaller than he had first thought. Garcia was wearing a cowboy hat and long sleeve shirt to protect him from the sun and as he grew closer Taggert suddenly realized the clothing didn’t fit exactly right. As Garcia moved within fifty yards it became obvious that he was not a man at all, rather, a very curvy young woman!
“Buenos Dias,” she called warily as she approached.
“Names Taggert,” he replied bluntly, “I understand you have some good horses to sell.” Garcia relaxed noticeably and pulled up a few feet from him.
“I have a few,” she said. Garcia nodded towards the mare that had given up fighting the tree. “Why don’t you grab that one and I’ll show you what I have.” Taggert stepped down and untangled the wooden ball from the base of the mesquite and then remounted. The mustang, feeling the rope slacken, began to fight again. This was not Taggert’s first time to deal with unruly horses and he easily handled the mare and together they all rode deeper into Culver’s Canyon.
“How did you hear about me?” Garcia asked as the rode.
“Friend of mine told me about you,” Taggert said vaguely, “I lost my big gelding a few months back and I need to get another one.” He gestured at the horse Garcia was riding. “Something like that,” he said.
Garcia smiled and ran her hand along the grey’s neck. “He’s not for sale,” she replied, petting the horse fondly, “I raised him from a colt and I’ve only seen one horse faster.”
“He is fast,” Taggert agreed. They continued for a few miles and the rocks began to get bigger. Turning past a large out cropping, Garcia led them through a pass and into a small valley. There were hills all around and a small cabin set at the base of one of the steeper inclines. Several corrals dotted the area close to a creek that meandered along the length of the valley and Taggert could see that some of the steeper walls were used as fencing to keep in the horses.
“You built all this by yourself,” Taggert asked, obviously impressed.
“No,” she said, “my father built most of it. He died a few years ago and I decided to stay.”
They put the horses in one of the small corrals near the cabin and Garcia invited them inside. She offered them water and tortillas, which they accepted, and they talked as they sat at a small table and ate.
Her first name was Patricia and she was one of three children that had grown up at the cabin. Her father was an expert horseman and she seemed very proud of the fact that she was able to carry on his work. When her father died, the other two siblings had moved away leaving her to take care of the horse business by herself.
Taggert guessed her age as mid twenties, and as she moved gracefully around the room, he noticed that she was well put together. Lomasi saw the look in his eyes and her face flushed in jealousy of the attention the young woman was getting from him.
“Would you like to see what I have,” Patricia asked. Taggert was caught off guard by the question considering what he had just been thinking about. “The horses,” she said, “would you like to see what I have?”
“Of course,” Taggert replied as he and Lomasi followed her out the door. They looked at several horses near the cabin but nothing that Taggert thought was better than the little mustang he already had.
Patricia seemed to appreciate that Taggert knew horses so well. She absentmindedly flirted with him as they continued to look, and Lomasi fumed as she tagged along. It was almost dark when Patricia invited them to stay.
“It’s not much,” she said, “but you are welcome to stay the night. I’m sure you know that riding in the dark is a good way to break a horse’s leg.” Taggert knew she was right. Even riding slowly at night was dangerous since it was impossible to see any holes or rocks that could create a hazard. That didn’t even take into account the snakes and other creatures that came out at night.
They settled around the table in the cabin and Patricia set about cooking dinner for them. She and Taggert traded stories about horses while Lomasi sat quietly in an obvious jealous stew. She stayed that way throughout the meal, and even afterwards, as she quietly watched Patricia flirt with Taggert right in front of her.
It was getting late when Patricia got up to go in the other room to get spare blankets for her guests. Taggert knew Lomasi was upset, but he wasn’t too worried about it. She would be fine once they were back on the trail tomorrow.
He was thinking of a way to politely ask Patricia about Tom Davis, when the door to the other room opened and she stepped into view, completely naked. Her large breasts swayed as she moved toward the table and her thin waist exaggerated the width of her hips. She was beautiful and curvy, a fact not lost on Taggert as his cock instantly swelled.
Lomasi blushed and looked down as Patricia approached Taggert at the table. She was about to get up and walk outside when the naked woman strode past him and sat on Lomasi’s lap, facing her. The shocked Indian looked up and Patricia kissed her softly on the lips.
Lomasi was wide eyed and glanced over to Taggert, who simply smiled and shrugged. Her gaze moved back to Patricia and she seemed to make a decision. Lomasi reached up and took the Mexican woman’s face in her hands before pulling her closer and giving her a long, slow passionate kiss.
What followed was a night of debauchery like Taggert had never seen before. The small bed in the cabin seemed overflowing with female flesh and he took full advantage at every turn. The two women devoured each other in a multitude of positions, licking and kissing every part of each others body. Taggert would simply find a pussy or mouth that was currently unoccupied and pound away until the women decided to find a new way to pleasure each other.
They ended up with Lomasi on her back and Patricia straddling her. Both were excitedly trying to coax another orgasm by using their tongues on the pussy presented in front of them. Patricia was moaning loudly as Lomasi flicked at her clit with her tongue and Taggert saw his chance to push her over the edge. He stood next to the bed, with a leg on either side of Lomasi’s head, and pushed his cock slowly into Patricia’s wet pussy.
His balls lightly touched Lomasi’s forehead as he moved forward and she momentarily refocused her attentions on them. She lapped at the large orbs enthusiastically as he began to pump his hard shaft in and out of Patricia. Before long, all three were moaning noisily and the tempo began to increase.
Patricia was the first to come and she did so with a loud, piercing wail that caused a chain reaction. Taggert and Lomasi began to cum at the same time, with the Indian woman shuddering beneath her new friend, and Taggert straining to get every inch of cock into the pussy before him. He pushed forward and began dumping copious amounts of semen into the kneeling woman as her pussy clenched around his shaft.
Patricia was filled to overflowing, and as she squirmed in pleasure, some of Taggert’s cum dripped out of her and onto Lomasi’s face. She simply lifted her mouth to the bottom of Taggert’s cock and began licking the juices from his shaft, occasionally moving down to catch Patricia’s clit, which elicited a soft mewing sound.
It was well past daylight before everyone was up and dressed the next morning. The three of them had gone out to the creek at first light and washed away the remains of the night before. The women had helped bath each other, giggling like school girls as Taggert watched them. They were both beautiful, but in the morning light there was a glow about the two that turned him on to no end. He felt he could stay here for a while and be very content, except for the fact that Tom Davis was still out there.
Later, they were again sitting at the small table when Patricia broached the subject everyone was thinking of. “Do you really have to go?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Taggert slowly, “the man that shot me is still out there and I have to find him. Tom Davis needs to pay for what he did to me.” Patricia flinched at the mention of the name.
“Tom Davis?” she repeated. “He is the man that shot you?”
“Yes,” Taggert replied, “do you know him?”
“He is supposed to send several men to pick up horses tomorrow,” she squirmed in her seat and pondered the situation. The amount of money she was going to be paid by Davis was enough to keep her going for the rest of the year. She was finally going to have enough to make repairs and even a few improvements.
“I won’t sell the horses to him,” she said finally. Taggert appreciated the gesture, but he had a better idea.
“I need you to sell the horses to him,” Taggert said, “then we can follow them back to his hiding place.” Patricia let out a sigh of relief.
“But he will have a lot of men there,” she said as worry crept into her voice, “they won’t just let you walk in and take Davis.”
“No,” Taggert smiled, “I reckon I will have to be some kind of Thunder Warrior to get out of this one.” Lomasi laughed at his joke and Patricia looked confused. They filled her in on the Comanche legend and she smiled and giggled until they told her about the black stallion with no heirs. Her face went white and she sat back in her chair as if she had seen a ghost.
“What’s wrong,” Taggert asked. She said nothing but got up and walked toward the door, beckoning them to follow. Once outside, she let out a shrill whistle that echoed down the canyon. A few minutes later the thunder of hoofs could be heard and then a horse rounded the corner and came into view.
Taggert and Lomasi stood frozen as the horse charged forward, quickly closing the gap and stopping just short of Patricia. In front of them, standing well over sixteen hands tall and pawing nervously at the ground, was a large black stallion.
The horse was coal black without a hint of any other color on its shiny coat. He flared his nostrils and snorted at the strangers warily, but did not back away. Patricia moved up to him and began rubbing his neck, which seemed to calm the stud somewhat.
“He was so wild when he was little that we had to geld him,” Patricia said, “but it didn’t seem to calm him down much. We saw him mounting the mares, but he never produced any colts.”
“He’s not a stallion?” Taggert seemed surprised. He had never seen a gelding mount other mares or behave the way this one did. He appraised the black horse and was impressed with his powerful chest and flank. He was bigger than Taggert’s last gelding, and that wasn’t something to take lightly, as the grey had been bigger than most.
“I sold him twice,” Patricia continued, “but he came back both times on his own. I never saw the men I sold him to again, and I don’t know if they just gave up on him and let him go, or if something happened to them. I have been keeping him with my mares strictly as protection and he keeps the herd safe. I just have to put him in the pen when I want to breed the mares or he will kill the other stud horses.”
Taggert moved up to the animal and it snorted as he approached but held his ground. The big man reached out and stroked the horse’s neck. He allowed Taggert to stand next to him without complaint and both the women could see the bounty hunter was impressed.
“How much?” he asked.
“I want you to have him,” Patricia said, “I don’t think anyone else could handle him.” Taggert smiled at the compliment. This horse was definitely a handful and getting his respect wouldn’t be easy, but the gelding would carry Taggert’s bulk easily and probably be faster than most other horses.
“Is he as fast as your grey?” Taggert asked, thinking back to how her horse had easily overtaken the mustangs.
Patricia beamed at the question, “He’s faster.” Now Taggert was really impressed. They haltered the horse and led him to the pen so he wouldn’t be able to get away in case saddling him proved difficult. Everyone was surprised when he stood quietly and waited patiently as Taggert tightened the girt and flank. It wasn’t until Taggert stepped into the stirrup that the real excitement started.
The horse bolted as the big man’s butt hit the saddle and Taggert just managed to get hold of the saddle horn in time. The gelding was a blur as he charged the fence full speed, and with little effort, cleared it without slowing down. Taggert calmly let the big horse have its head and simply rode out the initial burst, thinking it would tire quickly at this speed.
It was almost twenty minutes before he could tell the difference in the black horses pace, and only then did Taggert try to rein him in. The gelding slowed from a run down to a trot, heaving heavily at his recent exertions, but not ready to give in. The horse spun quickly to the left, almost throwing his rider and then began to buck in high, arcing jumps that alternately had Taggert looking up at the sky and then directly at the ground.
It wasn’t his first time on a bucking horse, but this was the first time he felt like he was on a Pegasus. The horses muscular flank propelled them high into the air and then gravity pulled them back to earth in a series of catlike jumps that was actually starting to disorient Taggert. He pulled hard right on the reins and the gelding had no choice but to turn. As he readied to jump again, Taggert sank his heels into the horse’s side and they took off at breakneck speed through the canyons.
Every time the gelding tried to slow, Taggert would kick him in the ribs again or pop him on the flank with the end of the reins. When it became apparent the horse was tiring, the big man pulled into a lope and a few minutes later, let him walk. His mount was sweating profusely and they were almost back to the cabin before his breathing had returned to normal.
“That took a while,” Patricia said as they approached the cabin, “I was about to come looking for you.”
“He’s fast,” Taggert said, “and he can jump!”
Patricia laughed at this. “Lomasi went to scout the area. She didn’t want us to be caught off guard if Davis’ men were a day early.” Taggert dismounted and patted the horse on the shoulder.
“I think we will be moving on,” he said reluctantly, “I don’t want to be here when they come to pick up the stock, and I want to make sure you get paid.” Patricia’s face showed her disappointment but she nodded in understanding.
“You know where I am,” she smiled, “and you two are always welcome.” Taggert’s attention was pulled toward the end of the canyon as a young woman came riding into view. He had to look twice to make sure it was Lomasi, as she was riding a different horse and wearing one of Patricia’s shirts.
“She looks better without the bones and feathers,” Patricia commented as Lomasi stepped down from the dun mare. She moved to stand next to Patricia and waited for his appraisal of her new outfit.
“I like your shirt,” he smiled. Lomasi beamed at the compliment and turned to hug Patricia before climbing back onto her new mount. Taggert waited as the horse woman came to him, and he leaned down to accept her long, passionate kiss.
“Be careful,” she said as Taggert mounted his gelding, “I will be here if you need me.” She stood solemnly, watching them as they rode toward the end of the canyon. Suddenly, it hit her that she was lonely, and her two friends would be sorely missed. She finally turned away as they rounded the corner out of sight.
Taggert stood up and stretched again. It had been a day since he and Lomasi had split up and taken vantage points in different areas atop ridges overlooking the valley. He knew there were only two directions that Davis could come from to get the horses and he was hoping they could spot the group coming in and get an idea of what direction they would be heading.
Lomasi had suggested they use signal fires to let the other know when they spotted their prey. Taggert had no idea how to do this so she had given him a brief explanation on how to control the smoke. He sat back down in front of his small unlit fire and let his thoughts drift back to the Indians that were waiting for them based on the legend.
He felt responsible for them still being there and, once he had Tom Davis, he would go back and convince them the story had come to pass. He knew they were low on food because Lomasi had mentioned that there was only one brave over the age of eighteen that hunted for them, and the younger boys had to go further and further to find rabbits. The stream nearby the camp had fish, but they really needed a few horses and rifles to feed that many people.
Taggert’s idle time was interrupted as he glanced over in the direction of Lomasi. It was too far to see her, but there was a definite wisp of smoke wafting into the sky. He could see the breaks in the thin column and knew it was time to go. The big black horse was ready to move, as he was as impatient as his rider. They headed down the ridge and across the valley away from Davis’ men. It took less than an hour to cover the distance to their rendezvous point.
Lomasi smiled brightly as he approached her and he was just as happy to see her again. It had been an interesting few days but it felt good to be back together, just the two of them.
“They came from there,” Lomasi said pointing northeast. Taggert nodded and he now had an idea of where Tom Davis was hiding. All they had to do was wait until the men came back with the horses and follow them to their target. They rode in the general direction Lomasi had pointed and began looking for a good location to wait for the outlaws return.
“He needs a name,” Lomasi said indicating the black horse. He shrugged at the idea. Taggert had never given his mounts names before, but he didn’t really care. Lomasi enjoyed coming up with ideas and she peppered him with names as they rode. He didn’t really know what to call the horse and nothing Lomasi came up with seemed to fit.
They had been playing the name game for a few miles when Taggert spotted a likely place to hide and wait for the men. It was the tallest ridge around and it should give them a good vantage of the area, as well as cover to hide the horses. It wasn’t until they were headed up the steep slope that could really appreciate their new mounts.
Neither horse struggled as they ascended the rocky terrain, picking their way as sure footed as mountain goats, and it didn’t take long to reach the summit just above the tree line. Tying the horses, Taggert and Lomasi moved farther up the ridge and the entire valley came into view. They could make out the area where Patricia had her cabin, but the bluffs surrounding it protected it from sight. From this vantage point, they would be able to see the horses coming from the moment they left Culver’s Canyon and headed toward them. Satisfied with their position, they settled down to wait, resting against a large boulder.
Lomasi passed the time by coming up with more names for Taggert’s horse. She threw out several in different languages and he laughed at many of them. Black buffalo, roaming grass, fire spirit, and demon steel were a few. He knew Indians liked to give names with meanings, but nothing seemed to fit.
“Wait,” said Taggert, stopping her as she rattled of several names at once, “say that again.”
“Tama?” she quizzed.
“Yes,” he said. It was an interesting idea to name his horse Tama. He had been trying to think of a way to convince the Comanche tribe that the legend had come to pass so they could move on, and now this might be a way to make it happen. He explained his idea to Lomasi and she smiled broadly at the suggestion.
“We need to use the English word though,” he said, “that will sound more exotic to them and maybe make it easier to convince them they can leave.”
Lomasi nodded in agreement. “Thunder,” she said, “I like it. Now you really are the Thunder Warrior.”
Chapter 6 – Hell’s Gate
Taggert and Lomasi followed the group of men and horses from a distance and kept themselves out of sight. It was late evening and the two had easily shadowed the outlaws throughout the day and were confident they were still undetected. For the most part they had ridden along quietly, not saying much, and focused on the job at hand.
“There are many men,” Lomasi remarked, “how will we get to Tom Davis?”
“Once we find the camp I will sneak in and drag Davis out by myself,” he said, “or kill him if he is too much trouble. He won’t be expecting me, and there will probably only be a few lookouts late at night. After everyone is bedded down, I will be able to get to him.”
“How will you know where he is sleeping?” Lomasi asked.
“Davis has a large tent that he stole from an army general. He likes to set it up and pretend he is leading his own infantry.” Taggert remembered how Davis liked to arrange his camps, “he always puts the tent at the back with an escape route behind it. I will be able to take him out that way, and I doubt anyone will see me.”
“What if someone does see you?”
“Then things will get interesting really fast,” he grinned. Lomasi didn’t return the smile. She rode silently for a few miles, thinking about what might happen when they found the camp. Finally, she seemed to accept the idea of wading into trouble with him, and steered her horse closer to his.
She reached into his lap and began rubbing his cock through his pants as the horses kept pace. Taggert leaned back, letting her have her way, curious as to her intentions. Lomasi popped open his pants and his cock emerged, standing erect from her attentions.
She stopped stroking it for a moment and undid her deerskin pants, sliding them off her hips before leaning back in the saddle and stripping them completely off her legs. Handing the reins of her horse to Taggert, she climbed across and into his lap.
Facing him, she put one arm around his neck and guided his cock into her pussy with her free hand. He was impressed with her inventiveness and slid further down in the saddle to give her a better angle. Lomasi bounced up and down on his cock as the big gelding began to snort and fidget at the smell of sex wafting into the air.
Her speed increased as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and drove his cock as deep as she could. She stifled a moan as her orgasm approached and Taggert could feel the walls of her pussy contracting on his hard dick. It didn’t take much of this before he was cumming inside her and Lomasi shuddered in release soon after.
She stayed in his lap for a few more minutes, arms and legs wrapped around his body, her mouth gently kissing his neck as they rode along the trail. Finally, she released him, took the reins, and climbed back onto her mount. She didn’t bother to put the deerskin pants back on, deciding to wait until they stopped. She just rode quietly, lost in her own thoughts.
“We’re going to Hell,” Taggert said, more to himself than to Lomasi.
“What?” she was startled by his comment.
“That’s where they’re taking the horses,” Taggert replied, “Hell’s Gate.”
An hour later, his guess proved correct as they watched the horses and men ascend a steep trail and disappear through a narrow opening with sheer walls on both sides. Hell’s Gate was named for the entrance to the maze of canyons with steep walls and outcroppings of rock that would break off and fall at random intervals. During the winter, the frozen rock trail became even more treacherous, and there were stories of men dying at the entrance as they tried to pass through to find cover from storms.
Neither Taggart nor Lomasi had ever been to this area, and the opening loomed before them in the waning light like a monster with a gaping mouth, ready to devour its prey. They hesitated for only a moment before riding up the steep incline and through the narrow passage.
Taggert now understood why Davis had picked this place as a hideout. Had it not been for the obvious signs left by the herd of horses, it would have been difficult to navigate the labyrinth of trails that crisscrossed through the tall walls of the canyon. A rider could easily get lost, and following them would prove almost impossible with the hard rock floor that left very little to track.
It became apparent that the best vantage point would be from above and Davis would probably have someone up high to keep watch for intruders. They dismounted and tied the horses before continuing on foot, but not before Lomasi pulled a leather bag from her saddle. Inside it were rounds of ammunition and other items she thought they might need, taken from the pack mules Cherokee Joe had sold to them.
The setting sun created long shadows along the rock walls and they used them for cover, slowly tracking in the direction the mustangs had been herded. Lomasi caught the glimmer of a steel gun barrel and stopped Taggert. After a few minutes of watching the rocks above them, a sentry appeared. The man walked carefully beside the edge of the rock cliff, scouring the area for any trespassers, before moving away and disappearing from view.
“There will be at least two,” Taggert whispered to Lomasi. They cautiously worked their way around the entire area to find the other guards. There were two more watching the perimeter and Taggert realized they would have to be neutralized before they could move any further. It would be best to wait until the guards had changed for the night, so they scouted the area as much as they dared before retreating to a hiding spot with ample cover.
“We’ll wait until midnight and then take out the guards,” Taggert told her as they planned the attack. “Once the three guards are down, you go get the horses and meet me around the back of the camp.” It was a gamble since they were unable to scout the entire area, but Taggert knew Davis would have an escape plan and he felt certain there would be a trail leading away from the area in the opposite direction they would be coming from.
Midnight approached as they watched the change of the guards from their hiding spot. The new guards had obviously just awoken and one of them immediately went back to sleep on a large boulder. The other two moved in opposite directions along the ridge and Taggert waited until they were out of sight before moving.
“You take that one,” he motioned toward the left where one man had disappeared, “I will take the other and then we will meet where the last one is sleeping and take care of him.” Lomasi nodded and moved out into the darkness. Taggert climbed quietly to the top of the ridge and moved along the edge in the direction of his prey. Only fifty feet from where he had topped the ridge, the sentry sat propped against his rifle in a weary pose.
Taggert slipped up behind him with knife in hand and grabbed his mouth from behind before slicing across his throat. The man gurgled, but made no other noise as he fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Quickly making his way back to the rendezvous point, he slowed as he approached the area the last guard had been sleeping.
The boulder was empty and Taggert felt his blood run cold. If the man had sounded the alarm, he would have to fight his way out of the entire camp. He was relieved when Lomasi popped her head over the boulder and beckoned to him.
“Now what?” Lomasi whispered when Taggert got close enough to hear her. She was kneeling over the dead body of the last guard as she waited for his answer.
“Go get the horses and bring them around that way,” he made an arcing gesture to the northwest. “If you hear any shooting, get away from here as fast as you can.” Lomasi sat stone faced at his last comment.
“I will not leave you,” she said, “I am not scared, and I will stay and fight.”
“I know you’re not scared,” said Taggert solemnly, “but this isn’t your fight. I will probably meet you in half an hour and we can go without ever waking up any of them.” She nodded at this and began moving in the direction they had left the horses.
Suddenly, she turned and grabbed Taggert by the collar. Pulling him toward her, she kissed him hard on the lips before releasing his shirt and backing away. Lomasi slid the leather pouch with ammunition off her shoulder and handed it to him.
“In case you need it,” she said. Taggert took the bag and when he looked up again, she was gone.
Dropping down to the lower part of the canyon, the big man again used the shadows for cover as he approached the camp. Before long, the glow of several small fires came into view and he could see at least twelve men sleeping on the ground around them. He squinted to get a better look across the camp and could see the tent Davis had liberated from the general a few years earlier. If he hugged the wall and moved quietly, there was a good chance he could slip in unseen.
It took some time but Taggert managed to get to the tent without being detected. Directly behind it, was a small path that he assumed would be Davis’ escape route. He took out his knife and slowly began cutting the back wall to create a door for himself. The canvas parted for the sharp blade almost soundlessly, and he slipped inside to find himself standing over Davis’ bunk.
The man was facing away from him and Taggert resisted the urge to plunge the knife into his back. He quickly covered his mouth and rolled the startled sleeper onto his back, bringing him face to face with an unknown person!
Taggert instantly realized it was a trap and held the decoys mouth to keep him quiet. The man thrashed about, his foot catching an unlit lamp that fell to the ground with a crash. Only a second or two had elapsed before the camp erupted in gunfire and the tent was riddled with bullets from several directions. The shots ripped into the man pretending to be Davis as well and he was dead almost instantly.
Taggert had just managed to get out through the hole he had made and onto the escape trail before the melee started. He sprinted up the rocks as fast as he could, and as he rounded a corner on the narrow trail, he suddenly felt the heat of a bullet pass through the back of this left arm.
Dropping to the ground he began crawling forward and tried to see where the shot had come from. Another retort of a rifle reached him as the hiss of a bullet soared just above his head. He flattened against the ground and cursed the lack of cover he had to work with. It was another thirty yards to the nearest boulder and he didn’t know how good his chances were of making it to safety. He tried to get off the ground a few inches to hasten his movement, but another rifle retort preceded a bullet tugging at the back of his shirt. This one left a small burn mark before crashing into a rock and sending shards of gravel in different directions.
He was pinned down and it was only a matter of time before the rest of the men would be upon him. He had to move now or his position would be a death trap in a few seconds. Taggert tried to get a look at the area the shots had come from and pulled his rifle up in hopes of getting a chance at taking out the gunman. Another bullet ricocheted off the rock just in front of him and he knew there was no chance of returning fire. He would have to make a run for it no matter how bleak the outcome looked.
Taggert heaved himself forward and another shot instantly came from the gunman, only this time it was several yards in front of him. The next one was even further off and the big man glanced in the shooters direction in time to see a small silhouette driving a knife into the throat of the bigger rifleman. Lomasi had come back despite his warning.
Taggert ran all out to reach the rock and was just past the first boulder when a volley of gunfire sounded behind him. He continued at this pace down the trail and it soon became a hallway of stone wall on either side with only about five feet between to the two. The bounty hunter could hear the men behind him and he could clearly see the end of the open topped tunnel just a hundred feet ahead.
He began scanning the area in front of him and abruptly stopped. It was too easy. Davis had known he was coming and had switched out his bed with some unlucky fool as bait. He had also place a rifle guarding the trail that led to this corridor. The only chance to escape would be out into the opening ahead of him lined with ridges all the way around. If Davis had placed a few men with rifles up there, he would be torn to pieces in seconds when he stepped into the opening.
He glanced up the vertical walls looking for a handhold within reach that he could pull himself up with, but there was nothing there. The rock was smooth for the first twelve feet and he couldn’t get to any of the outcroppings at that height.
Taggert pointed his rifle down the alley way in the direction he had just come. He fired off the entire magazine, letting the lead ricochet along the rock walls to give him a few more seconds. He turned the rifle over, grasping the now hot barrel, and tried to wedge the stock into a large crack just at the edge of his reach. It held for a second but then gave way when he pulled on it. Almost in desperation, he slammed the rifle butt into the crack again, and this time it held tight when he tugged on the barrel.
Using the rifle for grip, he pulled himself up the wall until he could feel a small rock ledge that jutted out just enough to get his fingers on. Shots range out below him and the bullets echoed through the canyon as he finally got a good grasp and heaved himself up onto the ridge, some twenty feet above the narrow corridor. He stayed low and inched his way to a position that allowed him to see around the ridge above the open area he had almost blindly run into.
In the moonlight, he could make out at least seven men lying prone with rifles pointed at the area he would have exited. Anger welled up as he checked his weapons to find he had only the two pistols, since the rifle was still lodged in the rock wall. He pulled open the leather bag Lomasi had given him to check for more ammo, and to his surprise, found several sticks of dynamite that Jack Stanton had built.
He retrieved them from the bag as the shooting intensified below, and realized he had eight sticks to work with. Quickly formulating a plan he dug deeper in the bag and found a small box of sulfur matches.
Not bothering to cut the fuses, he looked down over the ridge to the area that he had just crawled up from. Several men were slowly making their way toward the open area. Six more appeared from the corner behind them and Taggert lit the fuse just a few inches above the base of the dynamite. He tossed it just behind the last man and the hiss of the burning string got their attention.
Without hesitation, the group screamed a warning and ran out into the open area. The gunman on the ridge opened fire and a hail of bullets cut their partners to ribbons before the first explosion hit.
BOOOOMMMMM! The dynamite rocked the area and several feet of the ridge caved in on both sides of the narrow passageway. The two men that had stopped before entering the open area were crushed beneath the rock and debris.
Taggert had moved from the edge and before the gunmen could figure out what was happening, two more lit sticks of dynamite had landed in different areas along the ridge.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM! BOOOOOOMMMMMMM! A dismembered body flew straight up a hundred feet, then slowed to a stop in mid air before gravity reclaimed it, causing the torso to tumble back to the ground. A second later, more gunshots sounded, but this time Taggert was the one firing.
The dynamite had lit the dried brush within fifty feet of each blast and he used the small fires to find and hone in on targets as he blasted away. He unloaded his two pistols into the men closest to him, and then dropped to one knee to quickly reload, before taking up the fight again.
Davis’ men had decided this was not worth the money they were being paid, and most dove for cover or ran in the opposite direction of the big man as he systematically aimed and squeezed off shot after shot. Taggert consistently hit his targets from the ridge he was standing on as he moved slowly and methodically around the edge of the rock.
He had almost finished reloading again when he heard a whoop behind him, followed by a shot, and the sickening sound of lead tearing into flesh. Wheeling around, he found Tom Davis was standing there only thirty feet away.
Time seemed to stop for Taggert, and he took in the entire scene before him in a split second. Davis was standing with a smoking gun in his right hand and his left was around the bone handle of a familiar Indian knife sticking from his midsection. Without looking, Taggert knew the bleeding body crumpled on the ground below him was Lomasi.
Lacking awareness of his actions, both of Taggert’s hands bucked wildly from the pistols as he fired them simultaneously. Davis never had a chance to pull the trigger again as he was riddled with bullets and his body danced in macabre fashion from the force of each impact.
Taggert finally snapped out of his trance as the hammers fell on spent rounds and the continuous click of the firing pins roused him. He holstered the pistols and knelt next to Lomasi, slowly turning her over. A gaping wound in her right shoulder was bleeding profusely and he quickly stripped off his shirt to use as a bandage to stem the bleeding.
“Not possible,” Davis said. He was leaning against a large wall of rocks where he had fallen, seemingly unable to move. Blood soaked his shirt and frothed from his mouth as he spoke. “I have fifty men.” He coughed and more blood trickled from his lips, “how did you… how, the wall?” He looked at Taggert as if waiting for an answer.
Davis coughed again and blood bubbled from a large hole in his chest. “You can’t do that,” he wheezed, “you can’t fly up a wall. It’s twenty feet… straight up.”
Taggert tore the bottom of Lomasi’s shirt and folded it before packing the cloth against the wound. The bullet had gone through her shoulder blade and the exit wound was just as bad, although there was less blood coming from it. He wrapped his shirt around her shoulder to hold the make shift bandage in place and began to tighten it.
Lomasi jumped and was awakened by the pain. She appeared dazed for a second, then looked down and saw the blood. “My new shirt,” she said, “he shot my new shirt.”
“I will buy you a new one,” Taggert grimaced as he finished tying the dressing together.
“My dynamite!” Davis yelled as he gurgled more bubbles of blood. He tried to wipe his mouth but no longer had the strength to do anything but talk. “You stole my dynamite...”
“He’s not dead,” Lomasi gasped.
“Not yet,” Taggert said as he reached into the leather bag and pulled out a stick of the explosive. He took the box of matches from his pants pocket and struck one with his thumbnail, causing it to hiss to life. Touching the end of the long fuse, he lit the string and tossed it toward Davis where it skidded between his splayed legs and stopped a few inches from his crotch.
“NOOOOO!” Davis whined as loudly as his fading voice could muster.
“Don’t forget the rest,” Lomasi said. Taggert grabbed the bag and tossed it at Davis before scooping her up and heading down the side of the ridge. She gritted her teeth in obvious pain as he carried her at a dead run toward the horses. Bounding over debris and dead bodies as he went, struggling to stay upright and keep from falling on her.
It seemed like hours to Taggert, but it actually only took minutes to reach the mounts. He quickly cut the reins on Lomasi’s horse, setting it free, and then untied the black. Pushing Lomasi into an upright position with her head on his shoulder, he mounted the big gelding as she held on tightly with her left arm and legs wrapped around his waist. Once aboard, Taggert immediately spurred the horse away from Hell’s Gate as an explosion ripped through the night behind them.
Fire lit up the entire area and Taggert glanced over his shoulder to see a giant flaming billowing cloud of dust and rocks shooting skyward. Even with the gelding at full speed, some of the small rocks began to pelt them as they dropped out of the sky. Lomasi held onto Taggert tightly and watched over his shoulder as the huge flame disappeared and the dust cloud that had been created began to dissipate in the light wind.
“BOOOOMMMMmmmmm…” she whispered in his ear as her voice faded. Taggert couldn’t understand what she said, but realized she had abruptly gone limp in his arms.
With over twenty miles to cover, there was no way the horse could run that far at their current pace. Taggert was just starting to pull up the reins and slow the gelding down when he heard the ominous sound of a hoof hitting a rock. The big gelding’s head went down and Taggert grabbed at the saddle horn as he was pitched forward. The big horse stumbled and they plunged full speed into the darkness of the night.
Chapter 7 – One Spirit Leaves
Taggert awoke with a start. He was lying flat on his back and he instantly turned to see if Lomasi was ok. She was there, lying beside him a few feet away and he tried to sit up. Several pair of hands pulled at him and he looked back to see three Indian women sitting next to his bed. Suddenly, the events of the night before came flooding back.
Although the gelding had stumbled a few times, his catlike agility had allowed him to keep his feet and continue without falling. Taggert had slowed him down to a steady lope and the horse seemed to be comfortable at that speed. Thunder had easily carried the two, and once in the open plains away from the smoke and dust from the battle, the moonlight had been enough to keep them from any major obstacles.
It was almost morning when they arrived at the Indian camp and the Chief Black Hoof had made sure they would be ready for them. He had stationed a lookout and kept a pot of water on the fire and ready for whenever they happened to show up.
Taggert sat up slowly and his left arm throbbed where he had been shot. His back still stung from the burn of the near miss, but there was something else as well. It appeared he had been shot in the lower leg, just above the ankle!
The Indians had been well prepared, although the chief was surprised that Lomasi was the one seriously wounded. He recounted the legend several times before finally assuming it didn’t matter which one was wounded, as long as there was someone for them to heal.
“Remember,” the chief had said, “two warriors enter, one spirit leaves.”
Taggert looked at Lomasi more closely. Her skin was an unnatural gray and her breathing was shallow. He had seen this type of wound several times before and it was sometimes days before a man succumbed to it. He felt helpless and finally could longer lie there, waiting for her to die.
He stood on wobbly legs and headed outside. The day had almost passed and it would be dark again in a few hours, so he went to check on the horse and see if there was anything he could do to help. His leg stung as he walked but he ignored it, considering Lomasi was almost dead in the healing tent.
The black gelding was being taken care of by the young boys in the tribe. The big horse had been feed, watered, and brushed down after his long night on a very dark trail. Taggert hadn’t thought it was possible for a horse to keep that pace for several hours, but Thunder had surprised him. He was obviously tired from the ordeal, but otherwise, none the worse for wear.
Taggert walked slowly around the village, thanking the people for helping them. He noticed there was little meat and decided that he would go out hunting for them the next day. Anything would be better than just waiting.
For then on, Taggert spent at least half the day hunting for the tribe. Even with him bringing back meat consistently, it was obvious that more was needed and he was amazed the tribe hadn’t starved. Winter was coming and unless they moved to a better hunting ground, there was no way the tribe would make it.
Taggert felt uneasy leaving Lomasi for any period of time, but he knew she would never approve of him sitting around and waiting on her. He would go straight to the healing teepee when he came back from hunting, letting the women of the tribe take care of the days kill.
Naapit, the oldest male in the tribe besides the elders, began following Taggert around. He was in his early twenties and the only reason he had been left by the war party was because of his limp. His name reflected the bad foot he had been born with and although the limp was noticeable, Taggert was impressed by his agility and skill with the bow.
It was the fifth day they had been in the Indian camp when Taggert was greeted by an excited Naapit on his way in from hunting. The young man talked excitedly about Lomasi waking and Taggert quickly pulled him up on the black horse and ran the rest of the way into the village.
Entering the teepee, Taggert was greeted with a pained smile from his injured friend and he quickly sat down next to her. She was still pale and her voice was weak but at least she was awake.
Taggert told her about his activity over the last few days and the situation with food. “You need to go get horses,” she said, “and rifles. Teach the boys to hunt so they can provide for themselves.”
Taggert nodded in agreement but was not convinced he should be leaving. She nodded off to sleep after just a few minutes and he left her to get some rest. He felt he should ask Black Hoof his opinion and made his way to the end of the village.
“She is not well,” the chief told him, “it is not certain she will not be speaking with the spirits soon. Sometimes the wounded seem better for a few hours before they leave to join the spirit world. It is their time to say goodbye.”
“When will you know if she is getting better?” Taggert quizzed.
“In two moons we will know,” Black Hoof answered vaguely. Taggert thanked the chief but was obviously frustrated with the answer. He spent the next day with Lomasi but she slept most of the time and only awoke for a few minutes to eat, drink, and chastise him for not already going to get the gear they needed.
He finally made the decision to leave the next morning and Naapit had his horse saddled before he had finished breakfast. He told Lomasi he was leaving, and she smiled at him weakly as he left the teepee.
Thunder seemed to know he was going home and he pranced and shook his head as they moved along the trail. At several intervals throughout the day, Taggert let the big horse have his head and they always ended up running. The gelding seemed to love to run and there was really no reason to hold him back as it just cut the time to reach Culver’s Canyon.
It was only noon when they trotted along the stream that passed in front of Patricia’s cabin. She heard the rider approaching and ran out to meet him, hugging him tightly as soon as he stepped down from the horse.
“I was so worried,” she cried, “Lomasi’s horse came back and it had blood on the saddle!”
Taggert held her closely and calmed her down as best he could until she relaxed her grip. He coaxed her inside and they sat at the table while he relayed the events of the past week.
“We need horses,” he told her, “and I have to find some rifles as well.”
“How many do you need?” she asked.
“At least six horses,” he said, “and they need to be green broke.”
“I can catch that many in a few days but it will take a few weeks to get them all under saddle.”
Taggert thought about this for a moment. He would also need rifles and it suddenly hit him where he needed to go. “I’ll head back to Hell’s Gate,” he told her, “I know of a few men that won’t need their rifles anymore. Maybe some of the horses you sold Davis will still be around.”
“I’m going with you,” she said. Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heels and went into the other room to get packed. It only took a few minutes and she was back with a small bag and went outside to begin saddling Lomasi’s horse.
“Is Lomasi going to be ok?” Patricia asked as they rode.
Taggert set his jaw before answering. He knew Patricia would want it straight so he responded directly. “It’s not good,” he told her, “I have seen a lot of men die from less.”
Patricia took in the information without comment. She had already assumed the worse based on Taggert’s mood and he had only confirmed what she felt was the case. It hurt her to know Lomasi might die and she quietly tried to deal with it.
The sun was still a few hours from setting when they arrived at Hell’s Gate. They could tell where the labyrinth of rock was from far away by the buzzards that made huge circles above the area. Before they had even entered the gate, the smell of death permeated the air and they both gagged from the stench.
It only took a few minutes to arrive at the deserted camp since they were not concerned with being shot at this time. Just in case, Taggert held a pistol in one hand and scoured the bluffs as they rode, but there was no one to be found. They dismounted in the middle of an open area where a dozen empty bedrolls lay scattered and several men lay decomposing on the stone floor.
The large tent leaned precariously to one side as light streamed in through a multitude of bullet holes that perforated the canvas. Moving to the door of the structure, Taggert pulled back the flap to find the man that had pretended to be Davis still in the makeshift bunk. The roof of the tent was torn to shreds by several rocks the size of saddles that had been blown from their resting place by the dynamite and come crashing into the general’s quarters, along with a good amount of smaller gravel.
“It looks like the entire Union Army came through here,” Patricia remarked as she surveyed the damage, “did you do all this by yourself?”
“Don’t be silly,” Taggert replied, “Lomasi helped.” He noticed a long crate that had been split open by one of the large boulders next to the dead man. He went back outside and cut through the tent to see if there was anything useful in it. Grabbing the rope handle on the end, he gave it a hard tug but the box cracked and broke apart, spilling its contents onto the ground.
“Got the rifles,” Taggert said as he looked at about a dozen guns in straw packing. He popped the end of the crate completely off to reveal twenty boxes of ammunition neatly stacked in front of him.
Patricia whistled softly at the find. “Now all we need are horses and a way to pack those out of here.” Taggert nodded and they left the guns in search of sign that might tell them where the horses had gone.
They decided to go in the direction Taggert had last seen the mustangs before the fighting had started. It didn’t take long to find them less than a hundred yards away in a makeshift pen. The rock walls on three sides where impossible to scale and had it not been for the small pool of water in the pen, all of them would have probably died of thirst. As it was, any vegetation within reach had been devoured and some of the smaller trees had teeth marks in the bark.
Patricia opened the gate and the horses immediately exited the pen only to stop at the first sprig of green grass and began eating.
“They won’t go far until we are ready for them,” she said, “and when we are, they will follow the black gelding since they were all in his herd before I sold them.” There were eight horses total and all of them had been ridden, so they would be perfect for the young boys in the tribe.
“There should be some kind of pack saddle around here,” Taggert mused. The two of them started looking and found it stacked off to one side. There was no damage and it even had the girth and straps still attached. They used the canvas from the tent to fashion a bag to hold the rifles and a couple of saddle bags they found held all of the ammunition. Patricia picked out one of the gentler mares and they loaded her with the supplies.
Taggert made one more sweep of the area. The ridge where Lomasi had been shot was completely gone. Even the rock wall Davis had been leaning against had shattered from the blast and was now scattered in all directions. He returned to camp and they headed out the gate with the crop of horses slowly following behind Thunder as they stopped to grab mouthfuls of grass or weeds growing out of the rocky floor.
Once they were outside the light breeze carried the smell away and the horses were rewarded with patches of green grass that they could munch on. Taggert wanted to put as much distance as he could between himself and Hell’s Gate. He also wanted to get back to see Lomasi as quickly as he could.
“What if we go straight to the tribe,” Taggert asked Patricia, “can you spare a few days?”
“That was my plan,” she replied, “I have nothing in the pens and the ones around the cabin should stay nearby. How long to get there?” Taggert thought about the distance that the black horse had covered in only a few hours.
“It’s about twenty miles,” he said, “since the horses will probably be eating all night anyway, we could keep going. It will be a full moon so they should be able to see where they are stepping, as long as we are walking.” Patricia nodded in agreement. These were mustangs and by nature, would sometimes spend their nights traipsing around in search of food or fighting off predators.
“We can do that if we take our time and let them eat as we go,” she said, “it will probably save us some effort rounding them up in the morning anyways.” Taggert pointed Thunder toward the direction of the Indian village and they began the long trek home.
It was early morning the next day when the pair arrived back at the camp with the horses. The Indian boys ran out greet them and began claiming mustangs as their own as they rode up. Chief Black Hoof saw them coming and Taggert didn’t like the look on his face.
Riding directly up to the healing tent, Taggert walked inside to find it was deserted. The spot where Lomasi had been lying was empty and his heart sank. Patricia walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort without saying anything.
Taggert turned to see Lomasi in the door of the teepee. She was standing on her own, but two of the Indian women that had been nursing her were hovering nearby as if to catch her if she fell. Taggert moved to her before carefully taking her in his arms. She winced from the pressure on her injured shoulder but wrapped her left arm around his neck to return the embrace.
“I thought you were dead,” he told her.
“Not hardly,” she replied, “I couldn’t lie around any longer. I needed to get out and move around.” She released Taggert and moved to Patricia so they could share a warm hug as well.
Over the next few weeks, Taggert and Patricia stayed busy teaching the young boys how to ride and shoot. The rifles were all the same caliber so the ammunition worked for all the guns and the boys shoot a lot of it as they practiced.
Patricia used her skill as a horseman to teach the kids how to handle the animals without hurting themselves. They were fast learners and Black Hoof seemed pleased with the progress. It surprised Taggert that she offered to stay even after the boys were obviously able to take care of the stock on their own. At least, that is, until he stumbled onto her and Naapit at the edge of the trees when he was returning from a hunt.
The two were naked and Patricia was sucking on Naapit’s hard cock a he laid on his back, moaning in pleasure. She was kneeling over him and slowly allowing his cock to slide all the way down her throat until her lips met his pubic hair. She then reversed her direction and moved upward until only the tip remained before start down again. Within a few minutes, Patricia could tell he was almost to the bursting point and stopped, despite his complaints.
She threw her leg over his body and unceremoniously slammed his cock into her pussy. She bounced with wild abandon on his lap and he reached out to grab her hips, coaxing her on. Patricia’s breast swayed as she continued to feverishly pump up and down on his cock, a look of lust etched on her face.
Naapit groaned below her, happy to just be along for the ride, and thrust his hips up to meet her as she began to shudder. Her impending climax started to build and she quickened the pace. Sweat was pouring from her body and she suddenly tensed, seemingly unable to breathe, as the intensity of her orgasm swept over her. She clenched her lover’s shoulders and her breast hung inches from his face. He too was pushed over the edge, cumming deeply in her pussy.
As her breathing returned to normal, she slipped off him and snuggled her face against his shoulder. Within minutes, they were asleep in each others arms, a look of happiness on their faces.
Taggert took pains not to disturb them and headed back to the camp. Black Hoof was waiting on him and asked that he come to his teepee to talk. Taggert followed and he found Lomasi waiting at the entrance to the dwelling. A small crowd began to gather as the chief spoke loudly so that they could all hear.
“We will be leaving soon,” Black Hoof said, “the legend has come to pass and we are no longer needed.” He gestured at Lomasi who indeed looked much better than when she had arrived.
“There is one issue we must settle with Taggert before we can consider our business complete,” he turned to the big man and spoke directly to him, “you brought us eight good horses and twelve rifles. That is a good gift for what you seek, but we must ask Lomasi her answer, as it is the custom.” All eyes shifted to her and she seemed a bit taken aback.
Looking up at Taggert she realized he probably didn’t understand what was going on. “I don’t think he meant…”
“Answer him Lomasi,” Taggert interrupted her. He understood, as he had lived with Comanche before. To take a wife, the suitor brought horses or other gifts that he thought was worth the cost of his hopeful bride, and gave them to her father or the chief. Usually one or two horses were enough, and everyone in the tribe would think her a fool to turn him down.
She smiled and looked at him as if the gauge if he really understood. She brought her hands up in front of her and intertwined her fingers to lock them into place before tugging to show they wouldn’t part. She cocked an eyebrow as if to ask if he understood.
“Together,” he said simply, remembering Jack and Virginia. Lomasi smiled brightly and turned back to the chief.
“I accept,” she said.
“It is done,” Black Hoof stated flatly, and he abruptly turned and walked through his buffalo hide door without another word.
“That was easier than I thought it might be,” Taggert said as Lomasi came to him. She was beaming, and hugged him tightly before they walked back to their teepee.
Once inside, she quickly stripped out of her deerskin pants and new shirt Patricia had brought for her. She moved in front of Taggert and tugged at his pants as an indication of what she wanted. He began removing them as Lomasi knelt on her bed and waited.
Taggert’s cock was beginning to stiffen as he presented it to her and she grasped the base with one hand and began kissing and licking the head before taking it into her mouth. She slowly swallowed it until it hit the back of her throat and then reversed direction. It had been a while since she had done this, but after a brief hesitation, she managed to get the entire length down her throat.
Taggert hadn’t had sex in the weeks since the fight with Davis and he was having difficulty holding back. His balls felt as if they would explode and he groaned loudly as Lomasi continued to work on him. Finally he couldn’t take it any more and pushed her back onto the bed so he could get on top.
Lomasi moved into position and spread her legs invitingly as Taggert lowered himself onto her and lined up his erection with her pussy. She was soaking wet and his cock slid easily into place causing both to moan in passion. He began stroking in and out at a gentle pace and within minutes Lomasi had her legs wrapped around him, pushing him to go faster.
She came first, groaning and shuddering in release as Taggert continued to plunge into her. His orgasm followed a few seconds later as they clenched each other tightly and shared another passionate kiss.
He rolled off her and she wrapped on leg across him. Taggert unexpectedly began thinking of the future as she snuggled close to him. He found himself in an unusual situation, in that he had more than just himself to think about now. It suddenly crossed his mind that she would want to stay with the tribe and live with them as they followed the game across their territory. A very sleepless night followed that thought.
Two weeks later, Patricia was ready to head home. Naapit had decided to go with her as the two had become inseparable, sharing their love of horses as well as other more intimate things.
Taggert and Lomasi had saddled Thunder to go with them since Patricia had ridden Lomasi’s horse to the camp so many weeks back. She sat behind Naapit with her arms wrapped around his waist, content to let him lead, even though she was obviously more accomplished with horses. Lomasi followed suit by riding behind Taggert and the two couples headed out at a leisurely pace toward Culver’s Canyon.
Lomasi could feel there was something wrong with Taggert but said nothing about it. A few hours into the ride, Patricia began giggling and Lomasi could see that she had managed to pull Naapit’s cock from his pants and was jacking him off from her position behind him. He seemed very self conscious with the others around and Taggert slowed his gelding to give them some privacy.
When they were about thirty yards behind the other couple, Lomasi wrapped her left leg around Taggert’s waist and ducked her head under his arm. She scurried into position in front of him, reminiscent of the time they had made love before the fight with Davis.
“What’s wrong?” she finally asked. Taggert clenched his jaw and decided the truth would probably be the best course of action.
“What are we doing?” he quizzed. Her face showed surprise and he could tell she didn’t understand the question. “Do you want to stay with the tribe?”
Lomasi was shocked at what he was thinking and she laughed out loud, causing his face to turn red for the first time since he was a child. She hugged him tightly and then leaned back so she could see his face.
“You want to know what comes next?” she smiled. He nodded and she thought about how to answer him.
“Well first,” she said jokingly, “we ride.” Taggert rolled his eyes at this.
“And then,” she ground her crotch seductively against his and smiled at him again, “we fuck.” Taggert could only return her smile this time.
“And then,” her eyes narrowed and her features hardened as she became serious, “and then… we hunt men.”
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