Chapter 11

The lights were still on in the café so I pulled the wagon up behind the place while Arly and Betty tied their horses up at the hitching rail in front. I was helping Fiona down from the wagon when we heard gunshots and screams from the cafe.

I reached into the boot box of the wagon and retrieved my gun belt. I strapped it on while Fiona stepped up on the wheel hub and found her gun on the other side of the wagon’s boot box. She joined me as we slowly opened the back door of the café.

Walking in slowly, Fiona went to the right side of the kitchen and I went to the left. Looking through the doorway from the kitchen to the dining room, I saw Otto on the floor with gunshot wound to his arm. Thelma was screaming, pulling him towards the kitchen while trying to hold a towel wrapped around his arm.

In the process of trying to drag Otto into the kitchen and under cover, she looked up and saw us. With wide eyes she held a finger to her lips and pointed to the front of the café and then held up four fingers. I looked at Fiona and she nodded her understanding. We moved slowly through the kitchen to the edge of the dining room to see four men hunkered down behind several of the heavy dining room tables.

Towards the front of the café, I could see the front windows had been shot out and Arly was trying to look into the café from the side of the front doors, Betty was hiding behind the low wall at the bottom of the broken front windows.

I reached down and grabbed hold of Otto’s arm and pulled him fully into the kitchen. I then looked at Fiona and raised two fingers and pointed to the men on the left. I then pointed at myself and towards the two men on the right. She nodded her understanding that we would shoot across the room instead of leaning out the doorway and exposing ourselves to return fire.

We both took aim and I quickly fired two shots into the backs of the men behind the tables on the right. Fiona put two shots into the backs of the men on the left. One of the men on the left turned as he fell to the floor to bring his pistol around towards her and Fiona shot him again. All four men were down, three writhing in growing puddles of blood.

“ARLY!” I called out.

“Yeah?”

“It’s safe to come in. Betty, hurry, get the doc,” I ordered as Arly walked in the squeaking front door.

“Mick, what the hall happened. We got off our horses and all hell broke loose. We’re lucky that whoever was shooting had shitty aim.”

“Who are they?”

“No idea. How are Thelma and Otto?”

“Otto’s down.”

I turned to see Fiona on the floor with Thelma and Otto. The two women were both squeezing Otto’s towel wrapped, upper arm tightly. Arly came over to me and looked down at the men on the floor.

“These are the rest of the Wilson riders.”

I looked at the closest man, the one Fiona had shot twice. He was dead. I went to the man next to him. He was still alive.

“What the hell were you doing here?”

“Go to hell!” he groaned.

I shot him in the head.

I went to the next man.

“What were you doing here?” I aimed my pistol at his head.

“Please mister,” he begged. “I’m hurt bad. Get the doc.”

“What were you doing here?”

“We were waiting for you. We were gonna get you back for what happened at the ranch.”

“Were you one of the men who raped Mrs. Wilson?” I asked angrily.

“It wasn’t rape. Wilson told us his wife was a sportin’ girl. He gave her to us.”

“She wasn’t his wife and she didn’t want to be there. You were raping her.”

“Wasn’t rape,” He groaned. “She was a sportin’ girl.”

I shot him in the head.

“Mick! Stop it,” Arly Conroy shouted and grabbed my right arm.

“Why?” I shouted back.

“Cause I’m the acting Sheriff.”

I looked at him and after a bit of a pause to gather my thoughts, I nodded my agreement.

We moved to the fourth man. He was alive but wasn’t going to be for long. As we stood over him, the doctor came in. He stopped at the man at our feet but I directed him to the kitchen to see to Otto. He ran into the kitchen and a few seconds later I heard a soul wrenching scream.

“NOOOOO!!!!”

I knew that was Thelma and I knew it meant that Otto hadn’t made it. Without a second thought, I shot that last Wilson rider in the head.

“Damn it, Mick!”

“Otto’s dead, Arly. Otto! These men don’t even deserve to be buried. I say we drag their corpses, naked to the outskirts of town and let the vultures and coyotes have them.”

“That shouldn’t be up to you, Mick. That should be up to the town and any judge and jury they elect.”

“Damn, Arly. You even sound like a damn Sheriff,” I tried to sound like I was disappointed, but I was proud of the change in my new friend.

“Well if I’m gonna do it I might as well start to do it now.”

“OK,” I agreed as I holstered my gun. “But honestly, I don’t think there are any more Wilson men left.”

“Good then you don’t have to shoot anymore wounded men in the head!”

“Alright. Alright. I get your point. Let’s go and check on Thelma and the wives.”

“She’s not my wife yet.”

“Really? Tell her that!”

“Nope, I’d just end up with you shooting me in the head.”

I laughed and turned back to the kitchen. Thelma was holding Otto in her arms, rocking him back and forth, and crying her eyes out. I don’t think I’ve felt so much pain since the loss of my own family at the hands of the renegades. Thelma and Otto had become a part of my family and losing Otto felt horrible.

“Mick,” Fiona said quietly. “Are you OK?”

“No! I’m not.”

She wrapped me in her blood covered arms and held on tightly.

“I need a bath and some sleep,” I said quietly.

“Me too,” Fiona said. “Come on let’s go back to the hotel and get cleaned up and get some sleep.”

I offered no resistance when Fiona pulled me out of the back door of the cafe. We got in the wagon and I drove to the livery, quickly unhitching the mules and putting them and our horses in stalls. We brushed them and fed them before we left.

I still felt like I was sleep walking as Fiona steered me to the hotel. On the way I prayed that the room had not been given away and what I might do if it had been.

“Hello, Mr. Llewellyn,” the desk clerk said in quiet greeting.

“Hello. Is my room still available?”

“Of course. To the best of my knowledge you haven’t checked out.”

He handed me the key, we turned and I gave it to Fiona as we started up the stairs. Two steps up, I gently pulled my arm out of her loving grip and went back to the desk clerk.

“Do you still offer clothes to be cleaned overnight?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Llewellyn.”

“Good. I’m going to be leaving clothes, for myself and Mrs. Llewellyn and our boots, outside the door for cleaning.

“Very good, sir. I’ll let the staff know.”

“And then Mrs. Llewellyn and I will be checking out in the morning.”

“That’s too bad, sir. Your presence in the hotel and the saloon has had a rather calming effect on the local ruffians.”

I looked at the clerk and informed him, “I have reason to believe that there may be no more local ruffians.”

He paused in his reply for a few seconds and then said, “No more?”

“That’s right. I believe that you now have a safe and quiet town thanks to Sheriff Arly Conroy.”

“Arly Conroy is the new Sheriff?”

“He is and I’m going to bed.”

At the staircase, I took Fiona by the hand and we walked up to our room. The new door had been stained and looked like all the others. I put the key in the lock, turned it and slowly pushed the door open. I walked straight to the tub and put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. After having all day with the sun beating down on the water tank on the roof, the water was almost hot.

I stripped off my clothes and just threw them on the floor before stepping into the tub. Fiona did the same and straddled my hips. She sat on me and slowly spread the hot water over me as it got deeper and deeper. When it was deep enough she turned the valve off and helped me stand. Fiona grabbed the soap from the little shelf on the side of the tub and began to wash me from head to toe. I just stood quietly and let her.

My loving wife tried to get my cock to respond to her more than cleaning efforts but I was just so emotionally spent none of her strokes or caresses gave me a rise.

Giving up on those efforts, she said, “Mick, let me rinse you off and get you to bed.”

She rinsed much of the soap off me and removed the stopper from the drain. At the same time she opened the valve that let in more water. She used the new clean water to rinse the remaining soap off of me. When she thought me to be clean enough she had me stand and steady her while she cleaned and rinsed herself.

Fiona retrieved up two towels from the shelf at the end of the tub and wrapped one around her wet, red, hair. We stepped out of the tub and she used the other towel to dry me off. When she was done with me, she recovered a third dry towel and dried herself completely.

I was almost asleep on my feet when Fiona took my soft cock in her hand and led me to the bed. She lowered herself into the bed and invitingly opened her arms to me. Just before I took my place next to her, I stopped and said, “Wait.”

I slowly gathered the clothes that we’d left strewn around the floor, roughly folded them and placed them outside the door on the small table I’d used my first night in the hotel, with our boots underneath it. While I was doing that, Fiona left the bed and was busy drying her hair. I returned to the bed and asked her to roll over so I might lay down behind her.

She pulled the blanket back and got into the bed with her back towards me. As soon as I took my place behind her, she pulled my top arm around her and placed the hand on her breast. Then she pulled the blanket over the both of us.

“Mick,” my wife said softly. “You’ve done a man’s work today and I’m not going to try to get any more out of you. I love you for what all you did today. Hold me and sleep.”

She reached behind her and took my cock into her hand again. In response I nuzzled my face into her neck burying my nose in the smell of her clean, still damp, hair. She placed my cock between her ass cheeks and said, “Sleep my love. I love you.”

I think that’s what she said but I’m not sure because I was out. I think I might have fallen to sleep when I was in the tub!

I woke feeling a gentle stroking of my cock. It was soft and yet firm. Then I felt the knob get wet and there were sharp things under the head of my cock. Fiona was dragging her teeth along my shaft. The slight pain was wonderful.

“My wife. My love,” I said still half asleep.

“My husband. My love.”

She slid my hardening cock all the way down her throat and began to hum and groan and make sounds that caused her throat to vibrate all along the length of my shaft. It felt so wonderful. I just lay there in the timeless dark and allowed the sensations to wash over me like I was lying in a summer stream.

She pulled all the way off my shaft and moved to take each of my balls into her mouth and gently slide her tongue around them. After some little time, she released my balls and, after picking a couple of hairs out of her teeth, went back to sucking my cock. I stroked the back and side of her head and along her back until I just had to do more.

“Fiona, move around here, would you please, so I can enjoy your pussy?”

Without a word, she pulled the covers completely off us and lifted her leg around my head. I gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart and flicked her button getting the reaction I’d gotten once before. Fiona swallowed my cock as far down as she could and buried her face in my own curly brown hair. We went back and forth trading the giving of sensations until I was just too tired to go on.

“Fiona, I need more sleep.”

“OK, my husband. My love,” she said after pulling back.

She took the knob in her mouth and knowingly whipped her hand up and down my shaft. Almost immediately I released my seed in several mighty spurts and in spite of the wonderful feeling, I think I fell back to sleep before she finished cleaning me up and resumed her spot next to me.

“Mick! Mick!”

I looked around the large, sun-lit, pasture I was walking through seeking the source of the call. The warm breeze and the sounds of the larks drew my attention. My eyes opened slowly and the darkness of the room, compared to the sunny pasture, confused me. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Mick! Wake up,” a voice urgently, yet quietly spoke.

I suddenly reacted, as if to danger, and shot straight up into a sitting position with my hands searching the bed post for the guns I would have normally hung there.

“What? What?”

“Mick, there’s a problem,” Fiona said firmly, yet quietly, as she walked towards the door.

That snapped me fully awake.

“What’s wrong, Fiona.”

“Someone is moving around outside the door and in the hall.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“It’s almost 6:00 in the morning.”

I shook my head to clear it and that’s when it hit me.

“Fiona. Slowly open the door.”

“I’m naked, Mick.”

“I know. Looks good. Open the door.”

Fiona returned to the door, hid behind it, and turned the doorknob. She peered around the slightly opened door and peered down the hallway.

“What do you see?” I asked, trying to sound worried.

She straightened up and quickly turned towards me, her beautiful white, freckled, teats shaking as she looked back at me with a quizzical expression.

“Mick, it looks like our clothes, all folded, and our boots, all shined up.”

“Oh no. Not our clothes!” I tried to sound so melodramatic. “Now we can’t go to Arly and Betty’s wedding naked.”

Fiona looked at me like I had two heads. The fact that I was smiling like a drunken fool and was leering at her soft white ass didn’t help.

“Mick Llewellyn, you better tell me what’s going on,” she insisted with her hands on her womanly hips, a tuft of soft, red, fur bristling from between her legs.

“Or what?” I asked seriously.

She thought for a moment before threatening, “Or ... no loving all the way back to Wisconsin.”

“I’m not gonna believe that,” I countered. “You can’t go without loving longer than the time it takes to spell Wisconsin.”

“Mick!” Fiona’s voice was getting a bit screechy as she stomped her foot, which sent wonderful jiggles up her torso and into her teats.

“OK. OK. Last night I set our clothes out. The hotel has a service where someone washes and irons the clothes and shines the boots. It adds two dollars to the price of the room. I figured that since all of our stuff was packed in the wagon except the clothes we wore yesterday I’d spend a couple of dollars and we’d get clean fresh clothes to wear to Arly and Betty’s wedding this morning.”

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“Nope. I was tired and didn’t think of it. I set the stuff out after our bath and before I came to bed and all that time you occupied my sleepy thoughts. By the way did you wake me up at some point in the night?”

“I did. I needed you to take me back from Wilson a little more.”

“Are you OK now?” I asked lifting my soft cock up in offering.

“Yes, Mick,” she said shaking her head. “Let’s get dressed and go for breakfast...”

Fiona stopped at the thought.

“Oh my God. Breakfast. Thelma. Otto!”

She broke down in tears and fell into my arms. I got out of bed and stood, holding her and rocking her back and forth as she finally let go of her own grief. The thought of having breakfast without Otto and with a broken and grieving Thelma was too much for my tough as nails wife to stand.