Sheriff Roy Jones looked at the carnage that was left. The placed looked like a war zone, but the truth was it wasn't nearly as bad as it first looked. Only one vehicle was involved, the other two was staged for the show.
Damn, why did it have to happen here, he thought. He was more used to chasing chicken thieves or drunks then someone that could hold up and crack an armored car.
Roy had grown up in Pinecrest, and as soon as he finished high school he went into the Marines. All he wanted to do at seventeen was to get out of this two bit town and he wanted to see some action.
It wasn't long till he started seeing some action in the Middle East and in Africa. At 38, he retired and returned home as fast as he could.
He ran for sheriff when old man Pike had a heart attack and was removed from the post for health reasons, and now he was starting on his second career.
Old Sheriff Pike had been a throwback to the old days of small town red neck sheriffs and when Roy was elected he had been too ill to attend the inauguration of Pinecrest's first Native American-Hispanic sheriff. Well, this wasn't entirely true his mother was Mexican and his father was half Navaho and white. But the word was that Sheriff Pike and some of his cronies had gone out fishing in Lost Lake.
It wouldn't be long till the federal boys got down here and took over. He knew that he was in over his head yet it galled him to no end to have somebody from back east coming here and taking over.
"Sheriff," one of his deputies said as he got out of the car, a call just came into headquarters, an FBI agent is on the way down from the state capital, they should be here soon and we need to mark out a place for the helicopter to set down."
"Take your car about a quarter mile down the road and nail down some yellow tape then bring the agent here," Roy said.
There wasn't much else for him to do, even though he didn't like it, this was a federal case. Sure if this was one of those TV cop shows he would have taken off after the bad guys, but that's not the way things are done in real life.
The helicopter came over and circled a few times before heading out toward the landing area. Roy watched as the machine moved in circles, very good he thought, they are getting a lay of the land. Ten minutes later the deputy returned. Roy first saw the leg step out of the door long, bare, brown, and wearing a skirt.
Roy looked at the features of the woman. She herself looked to be of mixed blood; African, Caucasian, Hispanic, Asia, or Native American mix he couldn't tell. But whatever she sure got the best features of each of them as the curves of her body made obvious. He guessed her to be five foot six and a hundred and fifteen pounds with a set of thirty-eight specials. She walked over to him and placed her hand out and said, "Sheriff, I'm special agent Tia Rodriguez."
Roy took her hand and was amazed by her strong yet soft hand. "Good to meet you," he said. "Before you take over this case, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.
"Sheriff," she said, "I believe it is always better to work with the local authorizes then against them and I hope you will stay on. After all you do know the local area better then I do."
She didn't act like the other federal agents that he had met, in fact Roy was beginning to like her for more than just her looks. Which was saying a lot.
"Sure, I'll be happy to assist you agent," he said.
"Good, and the name is Tia," she said. "Now if you don't mind can you walk me through what happened?" she asked.
"Roy," he answered her. "Well, it is simple, yet ingenious," Roy began. "First the robbers staged a wreck and you can see that they did use stage blood to get the car to stop."
"Uh, why didn't they just call it in?" asked Tia.
"Because whoever it was that set this up picked the right spot. This area is a dead area, the surrounding hills will block any signals so they couldn't call out," explained Roy. "Since they must have felt that they couldn't just leave them laying in the road, they stopped to help. That's when they must have been ambushed. Since they weren't due in for another hour whoever staged this had an hour to blow the car and leave before anyone would start to look for them. Since no one lives within miles of here it's hard to say which way they went or what they were in."
"What's that way?" asked Tia as she pointed toward the open plains. "From the helicopter I saw what looks to be tracks that end about a half mile from here."
"Tracks?" Roy asked. "There must be twenty or thirty miles of nothing. Of course they could have either headed toward the hills to hide out or the fishing camps or even gone back toward the roads."
"Roy, why don't we leave your people here to clean up the scene and we can take the coptor and follow their trail?" Tia asked.
This sounded good to him, he wouldn't mind spending some time with this woman. He had one of his man drive them to the landing site, while the others finished up at the crime scene.
Once at the helicopter Roy looked around and notice that they were alone. "Where is the pilot?" he asked.
"Aw, you disappoint me Roy," Tia said with a mischief pout on her face. "I flew in here alone."
"I'm sorry, no offense meant, is the FBI requiring their people to be pilots now?" he asked trying to change the topic somewhat.
She gave a small laugh showing off her white teeth and said, "no, I come from a family of law enforcers, my father was a pilot in Nam before becoming a cop he taught me to fly."
"Oh, was your father in the FBI?" Roy asked.
"No, dad was a sheriff in a small town. He tried to join when he got out of the service, but back then old J. Edgar wouldn't allow someone in who had a mixed kid even if he wasn't married to her mother." Tia answered him.
"And now the mixed kid is herself in," Roy stated.
"Right," said Tia with a smile. Once the ship was running she said, "jump in and lets go find some bad guys."
Roy was no stranger to flying and he saw that Tia knew what she was doing. It wasn't long before they saw the tracks and was heading toward the desert.
They had followed the trail for several miles. Who ever had made them had taken a strange path, first heading toward the hills, then toward the fishing camp, back toward the hills, then the road.
"They must have driven fifty miles and only come some fifteen miles," said Tia. "Do you think that they were lost?"
"Could be," said Roy, "or else they wanted to lead anyone that was following them on a wild goose chase."
"What's that?" asked Tia pointing toward an old shack.
In the old days that was a way station for the wranglers to bunk out in," Roy answered. "No tracks going toward it and it doesn't look as if has been used in years."
Again the tracks headed toward the hills they now seem to be going straight for several miles, and both of them were thinking that this was the way the robbers had been truly heading all along when the first signs of trouble started. The helicopter first sputtered then started to shake.
"I better sit down and have a look," Tia said.
Once on the ground it didn't take long to see the problem. A small hole had punctured the fuel tanks.
"Damn, I didn't hear a thing," Roy said.
"Dad use to say that there were many peaceful missions, but when they got back in they looked like Swiss cheese. Seems as if the rotors drowns out any long shots and sounds of the bullets striking the sides of the ship," Tia said. "Well, we are out of fuel and it will be getting dark soon. What do you think we should do?" Tia asked Roy.
"Well it gets cold fast out here at night, I think we should get what we can carry and head toward that way station," he answered her.
There wasn't much to carry outside of what they had brought with them. A first aid kit and a rifle Tia had placed in the machine before leaving. Roy had the foresight to bring a water bottle and his own gun and ammo in his pack.
Now it was a couple of miles hike back to the cabin. It was still warm as they started off and Tia seemed to be leading the way. Roy had no objection to this as he was enjoying the way her butt moved. What is it about some cultures having the women walk behind the men, he wondered? After all it was much nicer view with them in front.
Both of them were careful but they neither saw nor heard anything. Once they got to the cabin Roy checked it out and found that it was clear. Inside there wasn't much, a few old ratty blankets, an old potbelly stove some dried chips, a couple of old tin cups, and an old cooking pot.
"Well we can get a fire going to help us stay warm and I can get some cactus to roast or may even get a rabbit for supper," Roy said.
"I'll get the fire going," said Tia.
The sun had just set when Roy returned. He had brought back enough for supper and breakfast as well as some to eat on the trail the next day. For most people this land was barren, but it was full of food, if you knew where to look. As he got close to the cabin he could see and smell the smoke and it would be good to get inside since the air was quickly getting chilled.
"Smells nice," Roy said as he stepped in. "Where did you get coffee from?"
Tia gave that little laugh and answered him, "it's not coffee, it is something I learned to make from my grandmother, she was poor but knew what was good and she would roast some seeds and bark and make a pot of coffee. There is also some honey I found."
In a few hours they were eating. Roy couldn't remember the last time that he had enjoyed a meal. While he had been gone not only had Tia made coffee and found some honey and berries she had also cleaned the place up. Roy doubted the place had looked this good when the wranglers had stayed here. He saw that she had taken the old blankets and made a bed for them on the floor near the stove.
Since there was only one good or at least usable blanket they would have to share it. This would also allow them to share body heat to stay warm. By morning it would be near freezing.
As they crawled into the makeshift bed Tia looked over to Roy and said with a smile on her face, to keep his hands to himself. Roy smiled back at her, but the truth was he did want to get his hands on her. Both of them laid back to back and after the long day they soon were asleep.
Roy's eyes snapped open when he felt the hand caress him. At first he couldn't place just where he was, then the memory of the day and all that had happened returned to him. He felt the soft curves of a woman in his back. He rolled over and in his mind he saw Tia. His hand reached out and in the dark he found her face. In the darkness their lips met. Their hands exploring what their eyes could not see. As their clothes were removed instead of feeling the cold they both felt the warmth of their desires.
Tia had noticed Roy looking at her since they had first met earlier that day. Then as they were walking she felt him looking at her backside and she had put a little more wiggle in her walk. Now here in the dark she was so close to this man, a stranger yet her body wanted the feel and closeness of him. She rolled over and pressed herself against his strong back and her hand acted as if it had a mind of it's own reached around feeling him. She was surprised because even though he was asleep he was hard as a rock. Then he rolled over toward her.
In the dark Tia felt Roy's hand upon her face. Then his lips pressing against her lips. Their bodies pressed up to each other's body. Strangers just hours ago now they responded to each other in the dark room. What their eyes couldn't see their hands did. Each of them was feeling and groping the other.
Roy was placing hot kisses on Tia's cheeks and neck, Tia's hands were at the back of his neck and rubbing down his back. Now his hands unbuttoned her blouse and he cupped her bra, his large hand massaged her breasts. Tia pulled the shirt off of Roy and ran her hands over his chest. Her fingers acted like a comb as she ran them through his thick chest hair. Their mouths once again found the other's in the dark room. Their kisses were hot, their tongues probing the other. The cool air had no effect on them. Their bodies were hot as if they had a fever, which indeed they did, it was called lust.
Roy's hand slipped under Tia's bra, his fingers found her hard nipple and began to playfully pinch it. Her nipple became larger at his touch. Roy slid the bra cup up over her breast and kissed her now firm berry. Tia felt the sensation throughout her body, her back arched trying to force feed her boob to Roy's mouth.
Tia now holding Roy's head in place, held her eyes closed feeling the moment and passion between the two. Her breathing was coming in shortening gasps and a moan came from her as Roy's hand felt her pussy.
Roy was kissing this woman who he had only met a short few hours ago. She was hot in his arms and he was hotter then he could remember ever being. Yes, he had been with women before, more then he could count or remember, but with Tia he felt the hot passion of his teenage lust mixed with his adult desires.
He had unbuttoned her blouse and grabbed her smooth round boob. His hand slipped under her bra and finding her nipple he began to bring it to life. His cock was pressing against his belly and Tia's hot mound. He could feel the heat through her clothes.
His hand pulled the bra up over her boobs and he bit the hard berry. His tongue flicked the top of it and she lifted her body toward his mouth.
Even if she had not bathed that day she tasted sweet to him. He ran his had down her body and she gasped out when he grabbed her pussy. She was hot! Roy felt that the only reason her clothes had not burst into flames was because of the moisture that had already dampened her garments.
Her hands found his body, he was on his knees, and she ran them down the length of his chest till she came to his shorts. In the dark she felt his cock pointing downwards, fully erected. She grabbed the organ feeling it's outline through his shorts and began to stoke him as he sucked on her nipples.
Roy was gently sucking on Tia's hard berry when he felt her hand on his chest. She went down his firm belly and she latched onto his enlarge cock. As her hands grabbed him he felt as if he would cum right then and there. As she ran her hands up and down his shaft he sucked on her nipple even harder then before. As Tia was jacking him off, his mouth wasn't the only thing that was working, his hand was rubbing her hot and damp mound. If she is this hot through her clothes then she must be a volcano under them, Roy thought. He had to find out!
Roy went to the waistband and unzipped her skirt, his hands slipped in feeling the smooth silken panties. They were soaked! I was right, he thought, she is a volcano and is about to explode.
Tia's hand was busy as well she was quickly learning the feel of Roy's cock. Roy felt his cock increasing in thickness and his own orgasm being to build.
Roy's fingers pushed up Tia's panties and slid in. They were greeted by the feel of silky soft hair. The moisture clung to them like a tropical forest. Now through the dark forest in the darkness of night his fingers searched for the source of the heat. And Roy hoped that when they found it that they would not be burned to a crisp.