by Logan, Jake
“Just keep that rifle of your’n handy,” Obie said.
The two women peered out of the wagon, their faces just above the tailgate.
“I felt a lurch,” Renata said. “What happened?”
“Busted wheel,” Obie said. “You gals can crawl out of there and stretch your legs. Don’t go far.”
“How long do we have to stay here?” Bonnie asked as Renata lifted one leg over the tailgate and prepared to let herself out of the wagon and onto the ground.
“We’ll spend the night here,” Obie said. “You gals can sleep in the wagon if you don’t mind the smell of Tom. I’ll spread my blankets underneath the wagon.”
Slocum looked at the horses. “I’ll lay my bedroll where I can keep an eye on the horses and the wagon,” he said.
“You gals can start lookin’ for some stones to put in a circle to make a fire ring, and see if you can’t rustle up something to burn so’s we can have light and maybe cook up some coffee.”
Renata alighted and straightened her skirt. She held out a hand to Bonnie and helped her out of the wagon.
The two women looked at the broken wheel and then at Slocum.
“My, you’re tall,” Bonnie said.
“Yes’m,” answered Slocum.
Renata giggled and grasped Bonnie’s hand. She led her away in their hunt for stones to make a fire ring. Slocum heard their titters and whispers as he watched Obie open the long toolbox on the side of the wagon. He propped up the lid with a stick that was inside and rummaged around until he pulled out a hammer, pliers, and three spokes that had been shaped and smoothed by a lathe.
Slocum hobbled all the horses and lay his bedroll on the bare ground next to a large boulder that offered some protection. Then he walked over to Obie, who was repairing the broken wheel.
“I wouldn’t light a fire tonight, Obie,” he told the wagon driver.
“No? Can’t make no coffee without fire.”
“You’ll draw Apaches like moths to that fire, Obie.”
Obie looked up from the rim and spokes.
“By Jiminy, I think you’re right. Never thought about ’Paches. Thought we’d left them in the dust.”
“They have horses, and they can see fire miles in the dark. A fire would be like a red light on a whorehouse.”
Obie cackled a scratchy laugh.
“You’re right, o’ course. No fire. Just hardtack and maybe a swaller of water.”
“I’m going to turn in,” Slocum said. “It’s been a long day.”
“Gals will sleep in the wagon. I’ll take old Tom out and lay him out nearby, and I’ll sleep underneath the wagon.”
Slocum walked off and lay atop his blankets after stripping off his gun belt. His rifle lay next to him and he used his saddlebags for a pillow. He saw the two women peek out of the wagon after Obie removed the dead body. He could not see the expressions on their faces, but he heard them tittering long after he closed his eyes.
Slocum fell asleep to the soft whispers of the women and their muffled giggles from inside the covered wagon.
He dreamed of broken guns and cartridges molded out of clay. He dreamed, too, of hawkeyed men at saloon tables all looking at him as he tried to run. His feet were mired in quicksand, and then he was transported to a grassy glade where he lay in tall red grass next to a stream that made no sound. Next, he saw worms the size of Mexican gourds crawl over his chest and down to his crotch. They wiggled and touched his shirt with flexing fingers.
Around midnight, in the midst of Slocum’s dreams, he awakened to hot breath on his face and hands clutching at his clothing. One hand roamed down to his crotch, and when he opened his eyes, he saw one of the women lying beside him, clad in only a thin chemise.
“Bonnie?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I want you, Mr. Slocum. I couldn’t help myself.”
She squeezed his genitals and he felt his prick harden and unfold like a knife blade. She rubbed him and grasped his stalk until it was pressing against the crotch of his trousers.
She leaned over and kissed Slocum on the lips, pressing against him as she continued to grope him.
“Oh, I want you so much,” she whispered into his ear.
Slocum cocked his head to pick up the sound of Obie’s snoring coming from beneath the wagon. At least, he thought, someone was asleep.
“It’s going to be difficult unless I can shuck these duds,” he said.
Bonnie giggled, but the sound didn’t carry far. She sat up, then bent down to unbutton Slocum’s trousers. She felt down his leg with one hand until she touched one of his stovepipe boots.
“You sleep with your boots on,” she said.
“Out in the open, I sure do,” he said. “Move aside and I’ll tug ’em off.”
She plopped over and pulled her chemise over her head. Slocum, like a man rowing a boat, leaned down and loosened his boots, then shucked them off. Bonnie unbuttoned his shirt as he stared at her naked body in the moonlight.
Her pert breasts jutted from her chest as he slipped out of his shirt. She was frantic as she sidled onto his blanket and settled her buttocks between his legs.
His cock swelled and stood straight up. She raised her bottom, then slid onto it, her bent legs spread wide. He felt his prick slide through the folds of her pussy and plunge into the wet warmth of her cunt.
Bonnie let out a long sigh as she impaled herself on his member, then wriggled her bottom around in a little circle.
“Oh my,” she cooed, “that feels so good, John. Heaven.”
She raised and lowered herself so that his cock stroked her clitoris. She spasmed as an orgasmic convulsion shuddered through her loins.
Surprised that she had come so fast, Slocum reached out and grasped her hips. He drew her down to him and kissed her as he thrust his own hips upward, driving deep into her vulva.
Bonnie shuddered again and grasped his shoulders with both hands, her fingernails digging into his flesh.
“Yes, yes,” she breathed and pumped up and down on his oil-slick cock.
“Easy, or I’ll spill all I’ve got real quick,” he warned.
She slowed down and rose and fell on his stalk while rocking back and forth gently atop his loins.
Bonnie released her grip on his shoulders and just let her hands brace her as they flattened atop his blanket.
He looked up and saw that her eyes were closed. He felt the pleasure of his embedded cock as it continued to swell and throb like some growing snake inside the moist hot cavern of her pussy.
She pumped up and down and squirmed as she sought to have his engorged cock touch every fiber of her pussy.
They both stopped for a moment as they heard a rustle of cloth and the scrape of a body on wood.
Bonnie looked up, toward the wagon, and saw a white shape emerge from the back of the wagon.
“Uh-oh,” she said.
“What?” Slocum asked.
“Renata,” Bonnie said. “She’s awake and I think she’s coming this way.”
Slocum listened. He heard the pad of bare feet striking the ground.
He smiled.
“The more the merrier,” he said.
Bonnie stiffened and slapped him lightly on the chin.
Then she began to pump up and down with quick moves.
The sound of padding feet grew louder as Renata ran over the ground. She hiked up her flannel nightgown and dashed toward Bonnie and Slocum as if on a mission of mercy.
Bonnie’s eyes flared with starlight. They were wide open and her cheeks glistened with fresh sweat as she shivered with another orgasm.
Slocum steeled himself to hold his seed.
He knew there was more woman to be had, and he didn’t want to spend himself just then and miss the opportunity to pleasure Renata.
3
Renata rushed up to the two lovers and stared down at them. She huffed because she was slightly short of breath.
“Well,” she said, “you two seem to be enjoyi
ng yourselves.”
“Immensely,” Bonnie said.
“You little traitor,” Renata hissed, “sneaking off like that and not waking me up.”
“Want to join us?” Slocum said, a smile flickering on his lips.
“How?” Renata asked as she squatted down next to Slocum’s bedroll.
“You can take turns,” he said.
“When I’m finished,” Bonnie said as she dropped once again on Slocum’s cock.
“When will that be?” Renata asked.
Bonnie didn’t answer, but gasped as still another orgasm rippled through her loins.
Renata pulled her gown up over her head and tossed it on the ground. She stood naked, and Slocum saw the graceful curves of her body, the taut breasts, the jutting nipples, the dark thatch between her legs. Desire flooded him even as Bonnie fell against him, gasping with the pleasure of her climax.
“Well?” Renata said. “Don’t I get a turn with Mr. Slocum?”
Bonnie rose and looked at her naked friend.
“Oh, I suppose so,” she said. “You’re wicked, Renata.”
“Get off him,” Renata said and moved a step forward.
Bonnie raised her buttocks and unimpaled herself from Slocum’s cock. She rolled off his belly and stood up on shaky legs.
“Make it quick, Renata. I’ll want more. It’s been a long time.”
“For both of us,” Renata said as she squatted, then threw a leg over Slocum’s loins and straddled him. Her hand felt around for his stalk and grabbed it as she lowered her thatched cunt to its throbbing swollen tip.
“I’ve never watched before,” Bonnie said. “Do you mind, John?”
“Not if it gives you pleasure,” he said.
“We’ll see,” Bonnie said.
Renata raised and lowered herself, plunging Slocum’s cock in and out of her steamy cunt. His flesh smacked against hers and Renata’s back arched as she felt the swollen member deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, this is wonderful,” she said, more to herself than Slocum or Bonnie.
“Have you come yet?” Bonnie asked.
“Not yet. But I feel it. I really feel it.”
Slocum thrust upward with his hips and drove deep inside Renata. She shuddered as an electric spasm ripped through her cunt and rippled up her spine. She let out a soft scream and fell against Slocum, her breasts mashing against his chest.
She wriggled so that her nipples hardened. Slocum clasped each cheek of her buttocks and pumped up and down, holding her tight, diving deeper into her warm wet cunt.
Renata climaxed again and then rolled off the blanket, Slocum’s cock still buried in her pussy.
“I want you on top of me,” she whispered.
The ground mashed into her back and she felt the sting of grit and small pebbles.
Slocum disengaged himself and pulled her onto the blanket.
“No use lying on the ground,” he said.
Renata laughed.
“Thanks,” she said.
She spread her legs wide, and Slocum looked down at her sloping flat tummy and the dark thatch between her legs. He straddled her and lowered himself until the head of his prick touched the soft folds of her cunt. She reached for him and pulled the head inside her. Slocum pushed and lowered his hips at the same time. He slid into her steamy cunt with ease, and her legs rose slightly as he plumbed the depths clear to the tip of her womb.
Bonnie watched the two in rapt fascination. Her eyes glittered in the moonlight.
An electric orgasm rippled through Renata’s body, and she let out a soft scream of pleasure. Slocum increased the speed of his plunge and she climaxed again as Bonnie writhed with desire.
And Obie snored on, deep asleep.
Slocum bent down and kissed Renata’s breasts, laving his tongue over her taut nipples. Her lithe body undulated as he continued to pump into her with slow, sure strokes. They kissed and she sighed when he raised his head to look at her.
Her body bucked with another jolting orgasm and she clung to his buttocks, holding him tight against her loins.
Bonnie’s heart fluttered, and she stroked a finger along Slocum’s leg as if to draw energy from touching him.
“He’s good, isn’t he, Renata?” Bonnie said.
“He’s more than good. He’s marvelous.”
“I agree,” Bonnie said.
“Let me have it, John,” Renata said. “I want your milk to explode inside me.”
“You might get a baby,” he said.
“I don’t care.”
“You’re the boss,” he said, but he knew she wasn’t. Some women went half-crazy when they were coupled with a man. They lost all reason, all judgment.
“Do it, John,” Bonnie said, excitement in her voice. “Shoot it all into her.”
“You stay out of this,” Renata said.
Slocum increased the speed of his strokes. He felt her pussy rise up and squeeze his cock as Renata contracted the muscles in her vulva. Faster and faster he drove into her as she tightened down on him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her hands roamed up to his back and she held on as if she were bulldogging a steer.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she exclaimed as her body convulsed in the spasms of climax.
Slocum felt the seeds rush from his sac and spew through his cock. There was that blinding moment of pure ecstasy as he shot sperm into her cunt, splashing her womb with millions of tiny swimmers. He floated above her for a long moment, and she clung to him as her body quivered against him. He fell atop her, covering her body with his and mashing her breasts.
Bonnie looked at their faces and knew that they had gone mindless in the throes of their shared ecstasy.
She let out a breath and gulped in air to replace it.
“I bet that was nice, Renata,” Bonnie said, and it sounded snide to Renata.
But she was on another plane and didn’t mind. She felt the warmth of Slocum’s seed and that was enough to numb her senses into a state of lassitude.
“Finished, John?” Bonnie asked.
“Yes, for a time. You and Renata better get some sleep and I’m plumb tuckered out.”
“I want more,” Bonnie said.
Slocum slid off Renata and stood up. He pointed to his crotch.
“He’s plumb tuckered out, too, Bonnie. Get some sleep.”
Bonnie rose up and stood.
“Well, I never…” she said.
“Oh, Bonnie,” Renata said. “You’re never satisfied. That’s why you can’t keep a man.”
“You little bitch,” Bonnie said. “How can you say such a thing to me? I’m your friend.”
“And that’s what a friend does, you witch.”
Renata got to her feet. She doubled up her fists.
Slocum stepped between them.
“No fighting,” he said. “You gals get some sleep. You’re both worn out.”
“I could last all night with you, John,” Bonnie said, softening.
“That’s enough for one night, Bonnie,” Slocum said. “Now get back in that wagon before I spank you.”
Bonnie’s eyes brightened.
“Oooh,” she exclaimed.
Renata spat out of the side of her mouth in disgust.
She gathered up her gown and slipped it back on.
Bonnie stood there for another few seconds, then stooped over and picked up her nightclothes and slipped them back on.
“Maybe in town…” she said to Slocum.
“Maybe,” he said. He began to put on his black pants and shirt. He pulled on his boots as Bonnie walked back to the wagon.
Slocum sat down and waited until it was quiet again. Then he plucked a cheroot from his pocket, lit it with a lucifer, and smoked.
Halfway through his cigar, he heard a muffled sound. Instinctively, he reached for his gun belt and unwrapped it.
He peered into the darkness in the direction of the soft sound.
His hand slid to the handle of his bowie knife. He saw a si
lver flash in the moonlight.
Then one of the shadows grew larger and started toward him.
Slocum drew his knife, and stubbed out his cheroot.
The shadow crept closer and he saw the form of a man, who held a blade in his hand.
Slocum lay flat and the shadow began to run toward him.
Ten feet away, he saw the Apache, silent as a cat, running toward him at full speed, running toward the hobbled horses.
When the Apache was two yards away, Slocum rose up and held the big blade at his waist, ready to strike.
4
The Apache’s arm rose up and Slocum saw the knife in his hand poised to strike. Slocum went into a crouch and stepped into the charge, arms widespread like a pair of giant pincers.
Slocum bowed his head and drove into the Apache’s midriff. At the same time, he reached up and grabbed the man’s wrist above the hand that held the blade. The Apache twisted away as Slocum swung his knife in a tight arc.
The two men grappled and turned in a half circle.
Slocum felt the hot breath of the Apache brave on his face as both struggled to gain an advantage over the other.
Neither man said a word. The only sound was their heavy breathing as they tugged and pushed at each other in a fight to the death.
The Apache grabbed Slocum’s wrist to keep from getting stabbed. His grip was strong, but Slocum jerked his knife hand away and staggered out of reach for a second or two. The Apache swung his knife in a wide arc. The blade swished past Slocum’s face and he reached out, grabbed the Apache’s arm, just above the wrist. He squeezed and twisted, but the knife didn’t fall from the brave’s hand. Instead, the Apache jerked free and circled Slocum, his knife poised like a snake to strike.
Obie stopped snoring.
His eyes opened. He saw only the blackness of the bottom of the wagon bed and a few stars in a small portion of the sky. But instinctively, he knew something was wrong. He heard the muffled sounds of a scuffle and touched the stock of his rifle lying alongside his bedroll. The sounds did not make sense at first, but he came fully alert and crawled out from under the wagon, the rifle in his grip.
The Apache, wearing only a loincloth, moccasins, and a headband, lunged at Slocum full force, his knife poised just above his shoulders, his hand drawn back like a prizefighter’s fist as he snarled under his breath. Slocum stared death in the face just then, and for a split second he thought he would be opened up like a butcher’s carcass.
