Chapter 7: The Trip to the Gold Fields

Because I have invested heavily in Hannibal and St. Joseph Railroad stock I receive a discount on freight and free tickets for all of us. That meant that we could buy everything locally and take it with us to Great Salt Lake City. The closer to a gold strike the higher the prices of everything! While I have a lot of money, I don’t have enough to spend unwisely!

One of the biggest expenses was the mules to carry everything. Then Pop wanted another one for him to ride, he didn’t like horses! So I bought another mule along with a saddle and cross tree saddles for packing everything on the mules. Of course the girls and I had our own horses. So I booked a stockcar and that’s what we would load everything into. They even cleaned it for us and put down fresh hay.

We rode to St. Joseph, Missouri, it took two and a half days. The car was on a siding waiting on us. We let the animals feed on the grass between the tracks as we waited for the westbound train. The station manager came out to tell us to load up. The train was on time and would be there in forty five minutes. We were able to get everything aboard and brought several buckets of water and filled our canteens. One of them would be used as a necessary bucket.

We were staying with the animals rather than sitting in those hard seats for over twenty hours. After laying blankets on top of the sweet smelling hay we could lay down in comfort. If Pop would cooperate and fall asleep we could do other enjoyable things to pass the time!

The train pulled in and they broke it apart just behind the tender. The engine and tender pulled away to the intersection of the siding, then the switchman changed the switch to allow the locomotive to back up onto the siding and couple our car to it. Then after an initial jolt we were pulled back onto the main line and backed up to couple with a freight car or an RPO, or Railway Post Office. An RPO had men who sorted mail and made deliveries, sometimes just throwing a satchel onto a hook for mail to that town. A hook could be deployed to pick up mail from towns without stopping too. They would also carry money sometimes!

Once we were coupled the train slowly built up speed going west. It was just under three hundred miles to Kearny, Nebraska the train would stop about every one hundred miles to take on water, every other stop would require coal and water. Once in Kearney we would transfer to the main line of the Transcontinental Railroad.

Thankfully the smoke was being pushed out of the stack up high enough that we didn’t choke on its fumes. We could smell it however, but it was faint and we soon became accustomed to it.

Another advantage we had was the ability to cook. I had purchased a camp stove that ran on kerosene that you pumped up and had a burner that would hold a saucepan or small skillet. We cleared a spot down to the wood floor and had coffee and later cooked some chili and beans from a can.

That with some bread made a pretty good meal. We waited patiently talking quietly amongst ourselves while we waited for Pop to fall asleep. Once he was asleep and snoring louder than the locomotive’s whistle, we undressed and began making love to each other. They both gave me a blowjob and then began kissing one another sharing my cum. After swallowing it they positioned themselves in a sixtynine and licked and sucked each other’s quim until they both had orgasms. By that time I was hard again I slotted my cock into Gail’s pussy hole and started fucking her as Nan continued to lick us both.

While it was fairly dark inside the stockcar, occasionally the train track turned to the north or south to clear some land feature obstruction or another. When it did, with the full moon rising behind us, its light would illuminate the interior pretty well.

Just after one such curve a voice with a distinctively German accent said,

“Was ist das? I have never in my life seen such a thing! Vhat are you doing? Was machst du?”

“We are having sex! Surely you’ve done that before?”

“Yah, but what are the girls doing?”

“They are licking and sucking on each other’s pussies?”

“But they are sisters, you are their brother!”

“We love each other and show it in physical ways!”

“My cock is hard! It hasn’t been hard in years, but seeing this has made

it so!”

“Bring it to me, Pop! I’ll suck it for you!” Gail implored him.

Pop shoveled over to her and she engulfed his cock to its root. She began sucking and licking his cock like no one had ever done in his life! Gail loved having two cocks at the same time as well as her button licked by Nan. Gail was also finger fucking her sister. Gail’s orgasm triggered everyone else’s. The Pop and I collapsed to the floor to rest and recuperate while Nan began sucking her my cum from our sister’s pussy hole. Gail went back to licking and sucking Nan’s pussy. Pop was done for the night but I was able to fuck Nan before we collapsed into one another’s arms and slept.

We were able to stretch our legs the next morning as the tender loaded both coal and water. The next stop would be where they would change crews. But that would be around one o’clock in the afternoon. We were able to get more water for the animals and clean out our necessary bucket.

We did notice that it was an RPO car we were in front of. We all returned to the stockcar and were ready to resume our trip. The girls and I practiced our forms to the amusement of Pop, who thought that we were dancing without music.

We played some cards for a couple of hours, playing for straws, just passing the time. It was a surprise when we all of a sudden quickly stopped. We almost rolled to the front of the car. Then we heard a gunshot! All of us grabbed our rifles, something wasn’t right! The gunshot had come from the engine. Then we heard horses pull up to the RPO car. We all lay down spread out and were looking out the third rail opening of the stockcar on the right side. There were five men on horses one of the men yelled,

“YOU, IN THE POSTAL CAR! OPEN THE DOOR OR WE WILL BLOW IT OPEN WITH DYNAMITE!”

We heard a muffled response, “Blow away asshole! Maybe you’ll blow yourself up!”

We looked at one another and I said, “In order!”

Everyone nodded in acknowledgment.

We aimed and I yelled “FIRE!”

Almost sounding like one, we fired! Four men, including the one that had yelled were blown from their saddles as if an invisible hand plucked them from them. They were so close that the forty four slugs went through their bodies. The other rider turned to leave, but I had already cycled the finger lever, and shot him out of his saddle. I opened the right side door and peeked out, a shot almost hit me, buried itself on the door frame just above my head. I returned fire, my first shot missed him. He made a critical error in judgment, had he fled down the track and crossed over to the left side of the track he would have survived. But he went running away at about a thirty degree angle to the track like he could outrun a bullet! I made my shot and he fell off the horse and tumbled head over heels before coming to rest with his head in an unnatural position.

I jumped down and walked to the engine. I found the fireman dead, the engineer was shaken. I turned around and walked to the dead men, they were bound to be worth something! I loaded them in our stockcar one at a time. Then I gathered the horses who were just standing where they had been stopped by their now dead riders. I rode after the sixth one and brought it back to the others. There was a ramp slung under the stockcar that allowed us to load them into our car. I told everyone to go through the saddlebags and save anything valuable. Then I walked back to the engine. The engineer was in better shape after the death of his partner and friend of ten years. I quickly learned how to shovel coal into the firebox.

I was definitely going to be sore all over! Feeding that ravenous firebox was a constant, unending toil of taking three steps, scooping up a full shovel of coal and then taking three steps back and throwing the coal as far into the open blistering hot door as I could get it. hopefully all the way to the back of the four foot deep box. Then repeating this until the steam pressure rose to the correct pressure, 200 to 300 PSI, for movement of the entire several tons of the combination of locomotive, tender and all the cars and whatever they held inside them.

Once we got up to speed I could slow down a little, but not much. We were an hour outside of Kearny, Nebraska. I must have shoveled a ton of coal and moved two miles three steps at a time to get us there!

We switched our stockcar onto the Union Pacific Transcontinental Railroad siding tracks to wait on a westbound train taking supplies to the end of the line. Where that would be was anyone’s guess. They were laying two to three miles of track a week! They were just north of Longs Peak somewhere and just south of the head waters of the North fork of the Platte river. We still had over two hundred miles to end of track, then another hundred to reach Great Salt Lake City.

We dropped the bodies of the robbers off at the Kearney Sheriff’s office. We collected another thousand dollars between the rewards and selling the saddles and tack, as well as the horses. We split the money four ways! Pop had never had that much money in his entire life. We damn near had to use a wheelbarrow to get him to the train! He was drunk as a skunk that had been eating corn mash from a still!

He still had most of his money, he was a great storyteller and he would tell how we slaughtered the Rogers Gang for drinks! Hell, I didn’t even know that had been their name! We spent two days in Kearny before the west bound train took our stockcar in tow. We were coupled next to the RPO car again for some inexplicable reason. If I were a betting man, I would bet there was a lot of money on the train, maybe the payroll for the railroad track laying men! But that’s alright, that is our business after all. That may have been why they didn’t charge us a thing to couple onto their westbound train!

Now there were towns built up at every water stop Elm Creek, Plum Creek, Willow Island, Brady Island, then North Platte, Nebraska. We were told that it was the last city there was before and well past the end of track. We did buy some more food to replenish what we had already eaten and a little bit more knowing the train tracks hadn’t reached Utah yet.

We took on more people and an extra passenger car was added, these were track layers on a break going back to work. There were quite a few Chinese men, new “hires” that had come from Seattle and San Francisco. They had been placed in a boxcar right behind our stockcar. The doors of their boxcar were locked shut!

Knowing that they most likely didn’t have food or water, I bought a large sack of hard tack, jerky and a barrel of water. I opened the hatch on the top of the boxcar and gave them the barrel and the sack. I left the hatch open so they could get air.

One evening a Chinese girl, who looked fourteen but could have been twenty, climbed onto our stock car carrying the water cask. It was empty and they needed more. I would fill it at the next stop. She risked her life climbing around the outside of the car and down to the door. Then waiting until I noticed her. I opened the door and she came inside. The cask was tied to her back with cloth going around her waist and another that was tied to that one that went up the cask and around her forehead. That left her hands free to climb.

Once I was finished telling her that I would fill it and take it back to them, she still didn’t leave. Using sign language she indicated that she now belonged to me! And refused to go back to the boxcar!

Gail and Nan laughed at my predicament! Then turned back to fixing us supper. I gave the girl some water that she drank down like she was very thirsty. Using rudimentary sign language I signed a baby in my arms being rocked back and forth, then held up one finger. Then I placed my hand at the height of a toddler and held up three fingers. Then I placed my palm on top of my head and flashed both hands worth of fingers plus one hand to tell her I was fifteen. She flashed both hands and four fingers when I pointed at her.

Pop didn’t like her at all, calling her a monkey! My glare at him made him shut up and go lay down to sulk or whatever.

Next I taught her my name by pointing at myself and saying “Slim!” Then at my sisters and saying their names. I repeated this several times then pointed at her. She said, “Sing Gia!”

Supper was ready and Sing Gia ate like she was starving! Much later after she learned more English we found out that she was starving and hadn’t had food or water since they had been placed in the boxcar with the men. Girl children were not considered important in Chinese culture. They were often given as gifts, and they often did dangerous jobs because they were expendable!

After supper and on hearing Pop snoring again my sisters and I took off our clothes and began having sex. Sing Gia didn’t know what to do! She watched, but didn’t join in. She was particularly interested in what Nan and Gail did with one another. I pulled her toward them so she could get a better look, her hand immediately went between her legs and began rubbing her pussy through her pajama-like clothing. I pulled her pants down so that she could touch herself directly. Her smell mixed with the smells of my sisters. It was almost intoxicating!

Sing watched as my cock penetrated Nan’s pussy hole and into her depths. I removed my cock and offered it to Sing. She greedily licked Nan’s juices from it before trying to take it into her mouth. She managed to get the head in her mouth and then she licked and sucked its length all around it. When it was clean I inserted it back into my sister and fucked her for several strokes before removing it and once again offering it to Sing. Again she cleaned it off. Then I pulled her head gently and without any resistance until her mouth was licking and sucking Nan’s pussy juices from their source.

My fingers explored her tits under her black top while my other hand rubbed her pussy and clit. She was a virgin! I continued to rub and spread the juices she was making to her clit as she had her first orgasm.

I kept her going as I slotted my cock into position behind her as she continued to eat out my sister’s honey pot. I pushed through her virgin membrane and slowly worked my way into her body. I hit her bottom before reaching the root of my cock. I had over two inches more to give. I pressed in deeper and I felt the bottom of her pussy expand. She began rocking on my cock and moaning. Gail slid under us and started licking both of us and especially her button. Sing screamed out in an orgasm that woke up Pop. He shuffled over, dropped his pants and stuck his cock up to her mouth, she engulfed it and he immediately forced it all the way into her throat! She was gagging and choking, unable to draw a breath! He removed it for a second, then he forced it all the way in and started fucking her head. At first Sing was in a panic, but she learned and soon was sucking and swallowing, breathing on his outstroke when she could inhale and exhale.