Chapter 18

Sam woke up from a restless sleep with one hand on his shooting iron and the other on Sue’s hardened nipple breast like he was establishing his proprietary rights with clear intent.

It was still dark and the breeze off the desert sands warmed the chill of the cold night air at the base of the Indian held mesa. He could see the stars filling the void above like some painted background at one of those play-acting shows that traveled around filling empty female minds with ideas of romance and the wonderment of marriage that would solve all their nocturnal problems with a simple “I do!”

He saw the night watch slumped over his rifle with one eye open but obviously sound asleep in direct conflict with military tradition. It bothered him considerable but he caught the hint of movement in the shadows of the mesa and saw that both of the Indian guides were wide awake and watching all of the approaches into the small encampment.

It was still too early for the dawn’s early light to come over the foothills to the east but the pre-dawn silence was ample warning that night was drawing to a close.

Sue’s sexy low voice whispered to him from beneath and she reached out to cup his manhood with her gentle hand.

“Come back under the blanket, my darling, I need your body to warm me from the chill.”

He rolled over until he was settled back into the saddle of her soft sweet womanhood and she sighed in the way that he knew meant she was ready for another round of slow easy loving in the shadows of the darkened night. It didn’t bother him that the Indian scouts could hear them coupling in the dark because they were not overly impressed with the white man’s way with females. He had lived with Indian women and he knew that copulation was not much different than eating or sleeping with them and most of the time a lot less important. It was so drastically non-civilized in logic that it gave him a headache just to contemplate it whilst poking sweet Sue’s lubricated channel of feminine welcome.

He found his hand had wandered down to Sue’s posterior and he pushed his naughty thumb into her nether entrance just to see if it was as tight as the last time he attempted to test her readiness for some different sensations.

She gasped her excitement at his perversion and covered his invading hand with one of her own just to show him that she appreciated his attentions back there but was still a mite bit reluctance to start that long road down to rear door stuffing. He understood that some females seemed to take a real interest in such deviances on a cold night with an urge to stretch their bottoms in a way that made them hot with passion and no less a savage than the warriors of the plains with instinct their only guide.

He had gotten a message from the commanding officer back at the fort that there would be a relief column coming his way real soon with another partial troop of cavalry and a band of reservation Apaches called into service against the renegade Geronimo. Those Indians were content with the reservation life because with the loss of the buffalo as their food supply it was far easier to just draw their rations at the reservation supply depot to feed their families through a long cold winter. They were identical in every respect to the Geronimo band of renegades with the possible exception of the blinding hatred of white men that ruled their every thought and deed.

Sam could easily understand the exhaustion of living every day like it might be your last day on Earth but it seemed a little premature for the reservation Indians to solve the Geronimo problem without interference from the cavalry and the outsiders that didn’t understand the Indian way of taking care of their own problems.

Somehow, the Geronimo band on top of the mesa had gotten the word on the reservation contingent and it probably was what was disturbing them recently more than the presence of the hated enemy at the base of the heights.

The sun was up and over the foothills before Sam had his first sip of coffee brewed in the cook wagon makeshift oven with the heated rocks. He had to have that first cup of coffee in the morning to start up all his physical and mental systems like oil for some nefarious scientific machine that did things no human could do even if they wanted to in these perilous times.

He saw the sun reflecting off a mirror or glass in the distance as an early warning signal of the approaching relief column from the far-away fort.

Before the column was in sight, he saw a long line of women and youngsters coming down the steep trail up to the top of the mesa. It was apparently all of the women-folks in Geronimo’s camp and it included all of the surviving female hostages.

That surprised Sam somewhat because he had suspected it would be a long drawn-out battle to get the renegades from their perch up above. He was not quite certain what had prompted the reversal of game plan for the Geronimo bunch but he was quite pleased with the change in status regarding the hostages.

The new reinforcements were filtering into the camp at the same time that Sam had Sue set up an area for the survivors from above to settle in. He made certain that they were all fed and had the Indian guides pump them for any intelligence about the remaining Indians up on the top of the heights.

Sam’s newly acquired blanket partner Sue spied a dirty looking young white girl sitting like a bump on a log behind the cook wagon. She waved to her and shouted out,

“Nettie, come on over here with Sam and me. No need to be shy. These folks are here to bring us all back to civilization and away from these demon savages.”

The girl looked embarrassed at first, but she was agile enough to haul her petite slender form over to their little camp and she squatted down Indian style looking up at them with soiled face and filthy hands so noticeable that even Sue heated up some rags to rub the dirt out. A dunk in the river would have been a lot more effective but the water at this time would be sure to be so cold that it would likely cause the poor girl to break out in a bad case of the shivers like one of those mountain folks that ran out into the snow with not a single stitch to be found.