It wasn’t long before Tall Elk began feeling fire in the roots of his cock. His balls began churning. The slick hot pussy flesh clenching his penis was tight and wonderful. He never failed to appreciate Silver Quail’s talents. Even though her pussy had produced their wonderful daughter, it was still almost as tight as the first day they made love. He could tell, as her pussy began milking his stiffened flesh, that Silver Quail was having an orgasm. He simply relaxed and allowed his own body to explode. As Silver Quail stopped, his throbbing cock began filling her tiny pussy with hot cream. She felt the hot fluid squirting into her quivering pussy and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. That squirting fluid was the final thrill for a woman. Hot and wet it filled her emptiness and left a warm spot which lasted for minutes. She pulled off his cock with a hiss, and fell to the blankets beside him.
Silver Quail nuzzled Tall Elk’s neck as they rested and their breathing returned to normal. They both grew aware of the sound of moving cloth, and the subtle grunts of their camping partner. Rusty was trying to masturbate in silence.
“He will attract ants,” Tall Elk chuckled.
“He doesn’t have a wife?” Silver Quail whispered. With a grunt of surprise, Tall Elk slid back and studied her face. He remained silent, deep in thought, until he finally nodded his acceptance.
“Very well, but only using that new trick you learned. I want nobody inside you but me.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” she smiled. Her naked body disappeared into the dankness.
“Huh? What? Oh my god,” Rusty’s surprised voice came from the darkness. Tall Elk smiled and rolled over to sleep.
Silver Quail began trekking up the hill with the rifle and a canteen. Tall Elk and Rusty saddled their horses and pulled the cinches tight. The air was cool and moist with a heavy dew. The sun would be up in 30 minutes. Their cooking fire left a tendril of smoke against the orange colored sky on the horizon. There was still a sprinkling of stars directly overhead.
“Hey, thanks for last night,” Rusty said over the saddle of his horse.
“For what?” Tall Elk was mystified.
“You know, sending your wife over,” Rusty said in embarrassment. “That was really nice of you. Not many men would do that.”
“Did you shit last night, Rusty?” Tall Elk asked with a smile.
“What?” Rusty was shocked and sickened by the question.
“Did you shit?”
“Yeah, of course I did.”
“Did you thank anybody for it?”
“Now what kind of a fool question is that?” Rusty was disgusted. He knew he was about to get another batch of Sioux wisdom, but Tall Elk simply pulled the cinch tight and mounded up. He laughed as he rode away and Rusty scrambled to catch up.
Nancy stretched and smiled, then opened her eyes and found White Fawn looking down at her from her place on the other pillow.
“Last night was wonderful,” Nancy said, kissing White Fawn impulsively. “You really are a lot like your mother.”
“Thanks,” White Fawn smiled and snuggling closer to Nancy’s warm, naked body.
“I love waking up to feel warm flesh pressed against my body. I think it’s the greatest thrill in life.”
“I agree,” White Fawn nodded. She traced an imaginary circle around Nancy’s right breast with her finger. Nancy shivered and grabbed her hand. They both lay in each other’s arms and relaxed, looking up at the ceiling.
The moist morning dew was coming in through the open bedroom window. A rooster crowed and a frightened chicken cackled. White Fawn listened to the hundreds of bird calls, trying to identify each one. Her features stiffened as all sounds near the house simply stopped. She rose and looked out the window, in time to see her view blocked by a large body in a white shirt and brown vest.
“What in the hell is going on here?” a male voice sneered. Nobody saw White Fawn’s hand blur over to the night stand and grab the dagger-like letter opener. Nancy only saw the back of White Fawn’s hand as it blurred forward and her letter opener magically appeared in the man’s throat. Nancy pointed and gasped, as the man struggled and fell. Boots crunched in the front room warning them, just moments before three men burst in through the bedroom door.
The two women had completely different reactions. Nancy screamed and tried to cover her nakedness with the blanket. White Fawn sprinted to the window and vaulted out, doing a complete flip and landing straddle of the dead man’s body. She yanked the pistol from the dead man’s belt, before sprinting around the corner and streaking for the barn. Only one man had a good view of White Fawn as she ran away, but he was too busy gawking at her unexpected nakedness to try for a shot.
“Where’d she go?” a heavyset man with a deformed face ran into the room, looking around.
“In the barn.”
“And you let her go?”
“Would you shoot that?” the other man asked sarcastically. The leader acted as if he would pistol whip the man, but found himself covered by the other man’s pistol. He shrugged and pushed his pistol into the holster.
“Get her,” the leader commanded.
“You get her,” the second man said. “I’m looking over that white woman.”
“You’ll take my orders or you won’t get paid,” the deformed leader scowled.
“I’ll get paid off your dead body,” the second man threatened.
“What kind of a man are you?” the leader whined.
“The kind who knows that a naked Indian girl just ran into the barn with a pistol. By now she’s probably not naked, and she sure as hell knows how to use that pistol. If you want to get shot, you go,” the man said, turning away.
“I might as well be alone,” the leader growled. The second man turned, again sickened by the man’s deformed face. He looked like he’d been kicked in the face by a mule. It was flat.
“If you weren’t such a coward, you would be alone,” the man said before disappearing into the bedroom.
Tall Elk found 20 more cattle in a compact herd. By gently pushing them into a wash, they soon had a rope corral up and a branding fire going. It took three hours to rope and throw the 20 cattle. With the XLP brands on their hips, the cattle were sore, thirsty, and willing to be driven anywhere for a drink.
Rusty and Tall Elk hazed the cattle into the canyon as usual, but this time Silver Quail did not appear to open the gate. The cattle milled around in a circle and had to be run back into the canyon a second time.
“Rusty,” Tall Elk said in a horse whisper. “Open the corral gate while I drive them inside. When I’m done I will stay on my horse and cover you, while you close the gate. Close it and get out of sight.”
“Oh don’t tell me,” Rusty growled.
“Yeah, we have company,” Tall Elk nodded.
“Son of a bitch. Just when things were going so well,” Rusty slid from his horse and hit the ground running. A man stood up from behind a rock with a drawn gun. He started to shout a threat, but he was already dead. He fell forward, dropping his pistol from lifeless fingers, while Tall Elk’s gun echoed off the canyon walls. The cattle surged inside the corral and Rusty threw up one pole, before diving behind the wall of brush.
Tall Elk backed his horse toward Rusty, while keeping his eyes on the rocks. He saw the glint of metal, just as a rifle roared behind him. A bearded man in a torn, floppy hat stood up and fell sideways.
“How many more, wife?” Tall Elk asked without looking around.
“The dust up by that square rock is a third man leaving. But I still believe there were four of them. Only three showed up.”
“They’re in the next canyon,” Tall Elk swung his horse around. He galloped from the canyon and turned east. His eyes found the horse tracks long before he entered the canyon. He surprised a man on a black horse, tied between three others. The man tried to pull his rifle from the boot, but Tall Elk’s gun had him covered. The man raised his hands and sat waiting atop his nervous horse.
“Where’s the other one?” Tall Elk asked.
“What other one?” the man sneered. Tall Elk simply sat with his drawn gun covering the dirty man. The man finally glanced toward a wash to Tall Elk’s left. By the sound, Tall Elk knew it was Rusty riding up behind him. He looked the man over and gestured with his gun.
“Drop the rifle and canteen,” Tall Elk commanded.
“Yeah, I’ll drop them, but this ain’t over,” the man growled.
“Why?” Tall Elk asked casually.
“Cause I’ll be back with help. I’ll track you down wherever you go.”
“I believe you,” Tall Elk said, thumbing back the hammer. The man’s eyes widened as Tall Elk’s gun blossomed fire.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Rusty gasped.
“Because I believed him,” Tall Elk said, riding into the wash.
Upon seeing a pair of boots, Tall Elk holstered his gun and slid from his horse. He found an Indian girl tied and gagged, wearing white men’s clothes. Her frightened eyes went from Tall Elk to Rusty, riding up behind him. Tall Elk pulled his knife and knelt, cutting the ropes from her hands and ankles.
“What tribe?” Tall Elk asked in Spanish.
“Ute,” the girl said, barely moving her lips. Tall Elk realized she had been bound for quite some time. He took water off one of the nearby pack horses and tossed it to the girl. His eyes and hands went over the pack horses in wonder. There was enough food to last for a month. He turned to Rusty with a smile. Rusty was glaring at him.
“What’s the matter with you?” Tall Elk asked.
“You killed him in cold blood.”
“You would let him go so he could return with more help and kill us in our sleep?”
“Well no, I’d . . . I wouldn’t shoot him,” Rusty said lamely.
“Then you’re an idiot. Grab two pack horses and let’s go home.”
“Me?” the girl asked.
“There are four horses, one is a black horse with a rifle on it,” he pointed toward the mouth of the wash. “Ride them where you will.”
“And if I follow?”
“You will work,” Tall Elk turned and rode out of the wash towing two pack horses.
“Is her tribe friendly to yours?” Rusty galloped to catch up.
“No, we are deadly enemies, mostly because they kill everyone they meet.”
“But you’re turning your back on her. She’s armed.”
“So is Silver Quail,” Tall Elk shrugged with a smile, glancing up toward the hill.
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