The Trio Rioters
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 9
Western Sex Story: Chapter 9 - In the dusty frontier town of Hootyville, three inseparable boys—Nick, Erick, and Micko—dream of escape from the monotony of school, chores, and the stern rules of adults. Known around town as “The Trio Rioters” for their mischief and daring antics, the boys chase danger like moths to flame.When they stumble upon a mysterious pamphlet promising forbidden thrills at a notorious saloon, their youthful curiosity pulls them into a world far darker than they imagined.
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Slavery Lesbian Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Western Incest Mother Son Humiliation Rough Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Sex Toys Cat-Fighting Prostitution Violence AI Generated
The journey to Idlehill was fraught with tension. The boys, still clutching their weapons, scanned the horizon for any sign of pursuit. The women, huddled together in the carriage, remained silent, their eyes haunted by the horrors they had left behind. Susie, her expression grim, held one of the women hand tightly, offering what little comfort she could. The night was cold, but the warmth of their newfound freedom seemed to emanate from within them, keeping them from shivering.
As they approached the outskirts of the fort, the ground grew uneven, and the carriage jolted and bumped along the dirt road. The women winced with each impact, their bodies bruised and battered from their ordeal. Micko pulled a blanket around them, her eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. He had seen too much of Hootyville’s dark underbelly, and he was determined that these women would never again know such horrors.
The fort’s gates loomed ahead, tall and imposing, the torches that lined the walls casting flickering shadows across the ground. Nick’s heart pounded in his chest as they drew closer. Would the soldiers believe their story? Would they help them? Or would they be turned away, leaving them vulnerable to Lady Amelia’s wrath?
The carriage thundered through the open gates, the guards at the entrance snapping to attention at the unexpected arrival. Nick reined in the horses, and the carriage skidded to a halt, sending a cloud of dust into the night air. The boys jumped out, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. Ten armed soldiers who had just woken up from sleep approached them.
“Who goes there?” one of the soldiers demanded, his voice gruff with sleep. His eyes took in the trio of young boys and the terrified women, their nakedness covered only by a thin blanket.
“We’re here to seek refuge,” Erick panted, his voice steady despite his racing heart. He stepped forward, taking charge. “We’ve rescued these women from Lady Amelia’s clutches. They need your protection.”
The soldiers’ expressions shifted from skepticism to shock as they took in the scene before them. The sergeant, a grizzled man with a scar that cut through his left eyebrow, stepped closer. “O, Good job. What’s your name, son?”
“Erick,” he replied, his chest swelling with pride. “And this is Nick and Micko. We’ve come from Hootyville. They were held captive and tortured and forced to become prostitutes in a brothel, and we need your help to put an end to this crime.”
Sergeant Phillip Miller’s gaze hardened as he took in Erick’s words. He barked orders to his men, who rushed to assist the women out of the carriage and into the barracks. The boys watched as the soldiers, now fully alert, ushered the rescued women away, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. The sergeant turned to the trio, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you’re just kids. What makes you think you can take this mission?”
Micko stepped forward, his voice filled with the kind of conviction that belied his young age. “We’ve seen what Lady Amelia does to many women, sergeant. To our own friends and sisters. We can’t stand by and let it happen anymore.”
Sergeant Miller studied the determined faces of the three young crusaders before him. He knew the reputation of Hootyville and had heard whispers of Lady Amelia’s nefarious dealings. He made a swift decision, his hand coming down heavily on Erick’s shoulder. “You’ve got more guts than most men I’ve served with. But guts alone won’t cut it. You need a plan, and you need backup. I’ll stand by you to support. Come to me for help, if big trouble faced off”
The boys looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. They had made it this far, and now they had the support of the military. They knew the gravity of their situation, but they also knew that with it came a newfound responsibility. They had become the beacon of hope for the women of Hootyville, and they couldn’t let them down.
“We’ll be back on Sunday,” Erick promised, his voice firm. “We’ll have a plan by then, and we’ll put an end to human trafficking terror.”
Sergeant Miller nodded, his expression a mix of admiration and concern. “Alright, I’ll have my men ready,” he said gruffly. “And you remember, we stand behind the flag to protect all American peoples.”
The sergeant’s words echoed in their minds as they climbed into the carriage, the horses’ breaths misting in the cold night air. They had earned his respect, and with it, a chance to bring justice to the town that had been festering in moral decay. The ride back to Hootyville was a blur of excitement and trepidation. The warmth of their victory was tempered by the cold reality of the battles that lay ahead.
As they approached the town, the silhouettes of the saloons and brothels loomed like dark sentinels against the night sky. The streets were quieter than usual, the residents either tucked away in their beds or too drunk to care about the events of the evening. The trio slipped into the shadows, their thoughts racing with the gravity of their mission.
The boys’ hearts swelled with pride as they stepped into the dimly lit alleyways of Hootyville. With the backing of Sergeant Miller and his men, they felt a newfound strength. They had gone from being mere spectators to active participants in the town’s grim narrative, and the weight of their new role was not lost on them. The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.
Erick spoke up, his voice low and determined. “Our first mission is behind us, but we can’t stop now. We’ve got to figure out how to save Mrs. Elva.” His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the woman they had watched being degraded and sold. The anger and disgust they had felt earlier had not waned; it had only solidified into a steely resolve.
“I’ve come up with a plan, friend,” Nick nodded seriously. “We both agree that it’s relatively straightforward to sneak into the saloon, but the real challenge is conveying our intentions to her. I propose that we enlist the help of one of our mothers to deliver the message. She can pretend to challenge her to the owner, Lady Magill, in a wrestling match and use that opportunity to whisper to Mrs. Elva that help is on the way. To make it convincing, Mrs. Elva must then intentionally lose the match and faint, because if she faint it allowing herself to be taken to the back where we will be waiting. Once we’re alone with Mrs. Elva, we can reveal ourselves and take her out of the saloon.”
Micko thought about it for a moment, his mind racing with the potential risks and rewards. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he murmured, impressed by Nick’s ingenuity. “It’s a solid plan...”
“But,” Erick spoke up, his brow furrowed in thought, “what if Lady Magill gets suspicious? Or what if she won’t go for it?”
Nick said, “The wrestling match in Big Bite saloon is essentially a gambling venue. Therefore, our mother should wager the betting money to lady Magill in a challenge against Mrs. Elva and if she ends up losing.”
“But what about nudity? As we saw in this match the wrestler has tofight in naked and I don’t want my mother to be exposed to everyone except her customers,” said Erick.
Micko nodded thoughtfully. “My mother can handle it. She’s tougher than she looks. And she knows how much I care about Mrs. Elva. She’ll do anything to help.” His voice was filled with a mix of hope and determination that seemed to resonate with his friends.
“But, your mom was a black slave, making it difficult to believe that black individuals possess significant wealth.” Nick claim.
Erik suggested, “So, Micko’s mom will be accompanied my mom, and she will have to pretend to be my mom’s slave. My mom will plans meet Lady Magill to propose a wager involving a competition between their slaves, between Micko’s mom and Mrs. Elva”
Nick nodded, the gears turning in his mind. “It’s risky, but it might work. We’ll have to make sure Mrs. Elva knows it’s a ruse, so she plays along.”
Erick replied, “that’s exactly the point.”
The boys looked at each other, and for a brief moment, their smiles broke through the tension. A laugh bubbled up from Micko’s chest, surprising even himself. It was a laugh of disbelief, of the absurdity of their situation. Nick and Erick’s eyes widened, and before they knew it, they were all laughing, the sound echoing off the alley walls. It was a laugh that spoke of the bond that had formed between them, a bond forged in the fires of their shared experiences and their shared desire to make things right.
As they arrive in Hootyville, they parted ways, each heading to their own homes, their hearts racing with excitement and fear. The plan was set, and there was no turning back. As they slipped into the shadows, the sounds of the town grew distant, replaced by the beat of their own hearts and the swish of their pants as they ran.
The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. After Micko’s mother, a strong black woman who had survived slavery and the harshness of the West with her dignity intact agreed to play the part of Erick’s mother’s slave and fight for the night, the three boy do the salvation mission. They rehearsed the plan meticulously, going over every detail to ensure that their rescue attempt went off without a hitch.
Mrs. Elena ask Micko’s mother as she saw her come to her house, “Biddy, are you sure you can pull this off?” she asked, her voice filled with concern as they sat around the front house.
Biddy nodded firmly. “Elena, I’ll do whatever it takes to help Micko to get Mrs. Elva,” she said, her voice filled with resolve. “If it means fighting naked in front of those no-good scoundrels, then I’ll do it. For my son and all his dream.”
Mrs. Elena’s eyes sparkled with tears as she held Biddy’s hand tightly. “Oh, how wonderful,” she murmured. “You are a mother who cares deeply for her son.”
“Indeed, I do,” Biddy replied, her voice firm. “And I know you feel the same for yours. That’s why we must do this.”
The night of the match arrived, and the tension in the air was thick as the boys waited outside the Big Bite Saloon. Erick’s mother, Mrs. Elena, had donned her finest attire, her eyes filled with determination as she led Biddy, dressed in a modest but elegant gown, into the den of iniquity. Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The smell of sweat, cigar smoke, and whiskey hung heavily, the air thick with the weight of the wagers about to be placed.
Lady Magill, dressed in a crimson gown that clung to her voluptuous figure, spotted Mrs. Elena and Biddy as they entered. She sailed over, her eyes narrowing as she took in the new arrivals. “What brings a lady of your caliber to such a place?” she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mrs. Elena met her gaze, her own eyes flashing with challenge. “I’ve come to offer a wager, Lady Magill,” she said, her voice smooth and cool as a mountain spring. “My ... servant here,” she indicated Biddy with a tilt of her head, “I have heard tales of Mrs. Elva Ludwick’s wrestling prowess. I insists she can beat her.”
Lady Magill’s eyes flickered with interest, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Ah, a challenge from the respectable Mrs. Elena. How intriguing.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Mrs. Elena’s ear. “I’ll take your bet, but if your servant falls, she’ll pay the price with your money and her body.”
Mrs. Elena’s face remained a mask of calm, but her heart raced. She nodded, placing a hefty wad of cash on the table. “Agreed,” she said, her voice steady. “Let’s make it interesting, shall we?”
Lady Magill’s smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with greed. “Excellent,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “But you’ll have to wait a bit longer. The crowd’s not quite up to snuff tonight. I’ll send for more gamblers, and once they’re here, we’ll begin.” She turned away, her skirts swishing as she walked away to make the necessary arrangements.
The boys waited outside, Nick on his horse. Their hearts racing as they heard the commotion from within. They had smuggled in a set of makeshift weapons, knowing that they might need them if things went sideways. The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. They had no way of knowing if their mothers had managed to convince Lady Magill or if their plan had already crumbled to dust.
Erick could stand it no longer. “Micko, we’ve got to get to the back of the saloon,” he hissed urgently. “And you, Nick, just stay waiting here, you need to be ready to get Mrs. Elva out of there. I’ll give you a signal”
Micko nodded, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. The two friends slipped away from their hiding spot, sticking to the shadows like phantoms in the night. Their hearts hammered in their chests as they approached the back door of the Big Bite Saloon. It was a flimsy thing, ill-suited to keeping secrets, but it was the only way in.
They exchanged a quick look, a silent understanding passing between them. This was it. They were going to rescue Mrs. Elva, no matter the cost. With a deep breath, Erick pushed the door open, and they stepped into the dimly lit corridor that led to the back rooms. The sounds of the saloon’s depraved entertainment grew fainter as they moved away from the main room, replaced by the faint whispers of the saloon’s other secrets.
Micko’s heart raced as they approached the peephole that they had used before to spy on the auction. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. What would they see? Would the plan be in motion? They positioned themselves, one at a time, and took a cautious peek into the saloon’s main hall.
The sight that greeted them was almost surreal. The room was packed to the brim with men, their faces flushed with excitement and greed. On the makeshift wrestling stage, Mrs. Elva and Biddy stood facing each other, their bodies glistening with oil. Despite the gravity of the situation, Micko couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal as he took in the sight of his mother’s naked forms in front of many men. But he quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Lady Magill stood in the center of the ring, a whip in one hand and a megaphone in the other. “Gentlemen!” she bellowed, her voice echoing through the saloon. “Tonight, we have a special treat for you! A battle of the titans, a clash of wills, a struggle of ... mothers!” She cackled, her laughter grating on Micko’s nerves. “Place your bet and let the games begin!”
The crowd roared as the two nude women took their positions. Mrs. Elena looked on, her heart in her throat. She had never been in a place like this before, never seen such debauchery. But she was determined to save Mrs. Elva, not just for her son, but for the innocents who had suffered at Lady Magill’s hands.
The whip cracked through the air, and the match began. Biddy, her body scarred from a lifetime of hard labor, moved with surprising grace and agility. Her muscles rippled as she dodged Mrs. Elva’s lumbering attempts to pin her down. The crowd jeered and shouted, throwing coins and cigarette butts at the combatants.
As the fight progressed, Micko’s mother, Biddy, saw her opportunity. She lunged forward, her strong arms wrapping around Mrs. Elva’s waist in a bearhug. Mrs. Elva grunted in surprise, her large breasts pressing against Biddy’s firm chest. With the grace of a serpent, Biddy whispered the salvation message into Mrs. Elva’s ear, her breath hot and urgent.
Mrs. Elva’s eyes widened, and for a moment, confusion clouded her features. But as Biddy’s grip tightened, her message became clear. Mrs. Elva’s expression shifted from shock to understanding, her eyes filling with hope. Despite the horror of the situation, she managed a nod, signaling her willingness to play along.
With a fierce determination, Biddy tightened her chokehold, her powerful arms cutting off Mrs. Elva’s air supply. Mrs. Elva’s eyes bulged as she feigned struggling, her legs kicking out wildly as she allowed herself to be overpowered. The crowd roared with excitement, their anticipation reaching a fever pitch as they watched the two women grapple on the filthy stage.
As Biddy felt Mrs. Elva’s body go limp in her arms, she knew the moment had come. She gently lowered her to the floor, making it look like she had passed out from the exertion. The men cheered and jeered, their excitement palpable as they threw more money onto the stage, thinking they had witnessed a victory.
Lady Magill’s smile faltered as she saw Mrs. Elena standing proudly, her hand outstretched to collect her winnings. “Pay up,” she demanded, her voice firm.
Lady Magill’s eyes narrowed, but she knew better than to argue with the victor. She tossed the wad of cash to Mrs. Elena, who caught it deftly. “Take your winnings and leave,” she spat, gesturing to her goons. “And take this ... thing to the back,” she asked her men, pointing at the unconscious Mrs. Elva with the tip of her whip.
Two burly men stepped forward, their eyes ogling Mrs. Elva’s naked body as they hoisted her over their shoulders. Erick and Micko watched from their hiding spot, their hearts racing as they saw their friend being carted away like a sack of potatoes. They knew they had to act fast. The plan was in motion, but the stakes had never been higher.
“They’re coming,” Erick whispered urgently to Micko. “Hide quickly and wait.”
Micko nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the two brutes carry Mrs. Elva into the back room. The sight of her naked and unconscious body made him feel a mix of rage and protectiveness that was almost overwhelming. He ducked behind a wooden drum filled with beer, the smell of the amber liquid mingling with the stale sweat and tobacco that clung to the air. The drum was surprisingly sturdy, a silent sentinel that had no doubt seen countless acts of debauchery in its time.
Erick, his face a mask of tension, counted under his breath as the footsteps grew closer. “One ... two ... three ... four...,” he murmured, his eyes flicking to the doorway. On “four,” the men lumbered into view, their eyes scanning the room. Erick’s heart skipped a beat as they seemed to pause, as if sensing something was amiss. But they passed by the drum without a second glance, their gazes locked on Mrs. Elva’s oiled body on the divan where had been placed.
Micko’s breath caught in his throat as he peeked around the edge of the barrel. Mrs. Elva lay face down on the velvet divan, her body limp and exposed. The two men, their leers speaking volumes, took their time to appreciate the view. One leaned over, his hand reaching out to trace a finger along the curve of her bare back. Micko’s fists clenched, his teeth grinding together, as he watched the man’s calloused hand move lower.
Erick took a deep breath, his mind racing. He saw that the burly men were be distracted by their prize, but for how long? He couldn’t let Mrs. Elva fall into their clutches again. He had to act fast. He turned to Micko, who was fidgeting with the makeshift rope they had brought. “Calm down, keep waitting?” he whispered to Micko.
Micko’s heart pounding in his chest as his eyes saw the scene unfolding in the room. His stomach churned as one of the men, the one with the greasy mustache, unzipped his pants and ask the other, “Just stay on the door, buddy” he murmured, his voice low and tight. “Keep someone to comin.”
The other man nodded, his gaze never leaving Mrs. Elva’s unconscious form. “You got it,” he said, licking his lips hungrily. “But make it quick. Our madam will grow suspicious if we don’t hurry back to the main room.”
With that, the man with the greasy mustache approached Mrs. Elva, his erection bobbing in anticipation. Erick and Micko, hidden behind the barrel, watched in horror as he climbed onto the divan and positioned himself behind her. The sound of his pants dropping to the floor was like a gunshot in the stillness of the room. They could see his muscles tense as he grabbed her hips, his hands leaving bruising marks on her pale skin.
Micko’s hands tightened around the rope, his knuckles white with rage. He couldn’t bear to watch anymore, his mind reeling with images of his mother in the same position, being used and degraded by these evil monsters. Erick’s eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks flushed with a mix of fear and arousal. Despite the horror of the scene, they both felt a twisted thrill, their young bodies responding to the raw, primal act playing out before them.
“Micko,” Erick whispered urgently, his voice a strained hiss. “Don’t do anything stupid. We have to wait for the right moment.”
Micko nodded, his jaw clenched, trying to push down the rage that bubbled up in him like lava from a volcano. His eyes never left Mrs. Elva’s exposed body, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would do to these men if he ever had the chance.
The man with the mustache grunted as he pushed himself into Mrs. Elva, his thick member disappearing into her unresisting form. Erick had to fight the urge to look away, his stomach churning at the sight. But he knew they had to stay hidden, had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Erick could hear the sickening sounds of the man’s flesh slapping against Mrs. Elva’s, the wet squelches that seemed to echo through the room. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the depraved scene before him.
Micko’s breath was coming in shallow gasps, his fists clenched so tightly around the rope that his knuckles had turned white. He could feel the anger and disgust boiling over inside him, threatening to spill out in a torrent of rage. But he knew they had to wait. They had to bide their time, to ensure the safety of Mrs. Elva.
As the minutes ticked by, the man’s grunts grew louder, his thrusts more frantic. Erick watched with a mix of fear and fascination, his own body betraying him with a traitorous arousal that he couldn’t ignore. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene before him.
And then, with a final, animalistic roar, the man with the greasy mustache stiffened, his body jerking as he reached his climax. Erick felt his own cock twitch in his pants, the tension in the room palpable. The man’s hot seed filled Mrs. Elva’s unresisting body, a testament to the depravity that had overtaken Hootyville.
The two friends waited, their breaths held, as the man pulled out, his pants hanging open. He leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion, a smug smile on his face and left the room. The other goon, his own erection tenting his pants, stepped forward, licking his lips in anticipation. “My turn,” he growled, he unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving Mrs. Elva’s exposed form.
Erick’s stomach turned as the second man began to undo his belt, his hand shaking with excitement. Micko’s grip on the rope tightened, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and protectiveness. They had to act now, before it was too late.
With a silent nod, Micko moved into position, his heart racing. Erck counted to three, then Micko swung the rope with all his might, catching the goon by surprise. The rope tightened around his neck, the fibers biting into his flesh as he was yanked backward. The man’s eyes bulged, his hands clawing at the makeshift noose. But it was too late, Erick’s punch to his head with his gun knocked him unconscious.
They dragged the unconscious goon aside and approached Mrs. Elva, who was slowly regaining consciousness. “It’s okay,” Erick whispered, his voice shaking. “I am Erick and he is Micko. We’re here to get you out of here.”
Mrs. Elva’s eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear mixing in their depths. “I know who you are, Biddy has told me...” she managed to gasp out.
Micko nodded solemnly, his own emotions a storm of rage and relief. “Yeah, we’re here to get you out,” he said, his voice firm. He quickly scanned the room, looking for anything that could serve as a makeshift cover. His eyes fell to the lie goon, he saw that his clothes must be fit on her. He undressed the goon and gently placed it over Mrs. Elva’s bare body, his hands trembling with the weight of the moment.
As Micko helped Mrs. Elva to her feet, she swayed unsteadily, the aftermath of her ordeal evident in every line of her bruised and trembling form. Micko wrapped his arms around her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. “Are you ready?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re going to get you out of here.”
Mrs. Elva nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for saving me.”
With a nod, Erick opened the door to the alleyway, peering outside to ensure the coast was clear. Satisfied, he gave a sharp, low whistle—the signal they had agreed upon with Nick. From his vantage point, he could see their blonde-haired friend on his horse in the shadows, his eyes darting around nervously.
Nick’s horse, a sturdy and swift steed named Thunder, snorted in anticipation as it sensed the tension in the air. Nick had been waiting for this moment, his heart racing like the hooves of his horse. His eyes locked onto Mrs. Elva’s, and without a word, he offered her his hand. She took it gratefully, her trembling legs barely supporting her as she climbed onto the horse’s back. Wrapping an arm around Nick’s waist, she clung to him tightly, the fabric of the goon’s shirt sticking to her sweaty skin.
Erick looked up at them, his own eyes shining with a mix of pride and fear. “Take her to my house,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things, make sure no one follows you.”
Nick nodded, his grip tightening on the reins. “Ok, buddy,” he murmured, his eyes searching his friend’s face. “I’ll ride as fast as I can.”
Micko watched as Nick and Mrs. Elva disappeared into the night, their shadows swallowed by the inky blackness of the alley. His heart hammered in his chest, the weight of their mission heavy upon him. He turned back to Erick, who was already peeking through the slit in the floorboards.
“They’re gone,” Erick murmured, his voice tight with relief. “Now we have to get to Mom.”
Micko nodded, his mind racing. “We can’t let anyone know we’re involved,” he said, his eyes scanning the room. They had to be careful, to avoid the suspicion that would lead to their discovery.
The two friends made their way from behind the saloon, their hearts pounding like the bass of a drumline. The alley was tight, the walls of the neighboring buildings closing in around them like the jaws of a trap. The smell of horse manure and stale beer filled the air, a stark contrast to the cloying perfume of the saloon.
As they approached the carriage, the tension in their bodies began to ease, like the release of a coiled spring. Erick’s mother, Mrs. Elena and Biddy, Micko’s mom sat inside, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. They had been waiting for them, her breath fogging the glass as she peered into the night, searching for any sign of her son and his friends.
“Erick,” she whispered as she spotted them, her voice cracking with emotion. “Is everything ... are you okay?”
Erick nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “That’s running smoothly, mom, and Mrs. Elva’s safe,” he murmured. “We took her to our house. She’s there with Nick.”
The relief on Mrs. Elena’s face was palpable, but it was quickly replaced by a new urgency. “You are all smart and brave, guys” she whispered, her eyes darting to the unconscious goon on the floor. “But we must go, now. Before anyone notices he’s missing.”
The carriage lurched forward, the cobblestone streets of Hootyville rumbling beneath them like the distant thunder of an approaching storm. Inside, the four of them sat in tense silence, their hearts pounding in their chests like a trio of mallets on an anvil. Each one was lost in their own thoughts, the gravity of what they had just witnessed and the task that lay ahead weighing heavily on their minds.
Finally, as the carriage pulled up to Erick’s house and the four get inside, Mrs. Elva turned to the boys and their mothers, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and horror. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you for saving me. You all have safe my life...”
Mrs. Biddy took Mrs. Elva’s trembling hand in her own, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. “You don’t have to thank us, but our God who has helped you” she said firmly. “But tell me, where do you want to go? Do you have family, somewhere safe we can take you?”
Mrs. Elva’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked down at her bruised and trembling hands. “My family ... They’re all gone,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “My husband and my children were killed in Lowmountain, our home was burned, and I was taken by these monsters. I don’t have anything for now”
The room was quiet for a moment, the gravity of her words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Then, Mrs. Biddy spoke up, her voice firm and filled with resolve. “You’re not alone anymore, Elva,” she said, her grip on Mrs. Elva’s hand tightening. “You’re with us now. We’ll figure something out.”
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