Blood and Dust
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 7
Western Sex Story: Chapter 7 - In the lawless desert town of Dusty Crown, survival is a brutal game played by those willing to trade flesh, blood, and souls. Clara, a defiant young Black woman, strikes a desperate bargain with the town’s ruthless mayor, Al Grimshaw, to save her kidnapped sister from the saloon’s underground human auctions. Her calculated deception sets in motion a chain of betrayals that draws the attention of Alex O’Connell, a gun-skilled bounty hunter bent on dismantling Dusty Crown’s corrupt empire.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Crime Western Exhibitionism Cat-Fighting Prostitution Revenge Royalty AI Generated
The first light of dawn crept through the cracks in the boarded windows, painting the dust-covered floorboards with a pale golden hue. John nudged Alex awake, his eyes heavy but his resolve unwavering. “It’s time,” he murmured, his voice gravelly from the night’s vigil.
Alex sat up, his muscles protesting after the uncomfortable night. He stretched, the leather of his holster creaking as he reached for his Colt. “Let’s go get mom,” he said, his voice firm.
Miss Evelyn stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She saw the determination etched on Alex’s face and felt the urgency in his words. “I want to come with you,” she whispered, her voice shaky but resolute.
Alex gently but firmly took her hand, his gaze unwavering. “The risk is too great. You and Lady Catherine need to stay here, where it’s safe. I promise you, I’ll come back with mom.” His voice was a balm to her fear, a beacon of hope in the shadowy depths of the factory.
He handed her his Colt with a nod. “Take this. If anyone comes, hide and use it only if you have no other choice. I trust you,” he said, his eyes holding hers. Evelyn felt a weight in her stomach, but she nodded, her hand closing around the cold metal of the gun. She knew he was right—they had to prioritize the safety of the group.
Alex turned to Lady Catherine, who was already dressed and ready to move. “You too, Lady Catherine. If we’re not back by nightfall, you both leave town. I know a safe place in the hills where no one will find you.”
John nodded in agreement, his gaze serious. “We’ll get Lady Margaret, and we’ll end this,” he assured them.
They slipped out into the early morning light, the cool air a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of their anger. The town of Dusty Crown was slowly waking, the smell of saddle leather and horse manure mingling with the lingering scent of whiskey and cigar smoke from the night before. The streets were mostly empty, the townsfolk either passed out from their revelries or just beginning to stir.
John led the way, his steps deliberate and silent on the dusty ground. They moved through the town like ghosts, avoiding the few early risers who were already going about their business. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows behind them as they approached the outskirts and the mansion belonging to Mrs. Winnie ‘Horse Whisperer’ Sampson.
The mansion was a sprawling, ugly affair, built from the same stone as the rest of the town but lacking any semblance of the charm the saloon had managed to maintain. The stables behind the house were in better condition, a testament to Winnie’s priorities.
As they approached, they heard the distant sound of hooves on the hard-packed earth. They ducked behind a water trough, watching as a group of riders approached. Alex’s heart raced as he recognized Mrs. Winnie among them. She looked tired, but there was a smugness to her that made his blood boil.
“Looks like she’s heading back from delivering the goods,” John murmured, his voice tight.
Alex nodded, his jaw clenched. “We can’t let her go without finding out where they’re keeping the other women.”
The riders thundered past, dust billowing in their wake, and they waited until the sound of their hooves had faded into the distance. Then, with the stealth of a mountain lion, Alex scaled the mansion’s wall, John following close behind.
They dropped down into the garden, the dew-kissed grass cool against their skin. The mansion’s windows were shuttered, but they could hear the faint sound of movement from within. They split up, Alex heading towards the back of the house where the stables were, John towards the front to cover any potential exits.
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