Chapter 1

"Eddie, you need to do your homework," Mother said.

"Okay Mom, I will work on it as soon as I finish this." This is cleaning my guns.

My name is Edward McGivern Wadsworth. My dad's childhood hero was Ed McGivern, the famous pistol shot. Hence, my name. My friends called me Mac, my mother called me Eddie, and my dad called me Slugger. He gave me a pair of Smith and Wesson Model 10's at age 12, and taught me how to shoot them; just like Ed McGivern. I loved to shoot, and so did my father.

I was on the ROTC rifle team in high school. I learned to shoot skeet and trap in high school also, but was never as good as I was with a rifle or my beloved pistols.

I made good grades in school and competed in the ROTC events. When it came time to go to college, I went to Troy State University on an Army ROTC scholarship and studied Business, and Accounting.

I did my hitch in the service and shot on the pistol team at each post where I served. I also shot expert with the M-16.

I kept track of Uncle's books and at the end of my hitch, I got out to get a job in a big accounting firm in Chicago.

I was put in charge of a large account, from an import export company based in New York. I did my best work for them and put together a very advanced system of accounting. I found out later that it was used for keeping multiple sets of books, and hiding profits from the Internal Revenue Service. I told them that I could not be a party to defrauding the government.

I was very nervous about the results from my quitting the company. I was nervous enough to begin carrying a gun. Two actually, my model 10's in a concealable type double rig.

I found another job at a small company in Overland Park, Kansas. They liked me and I liked them. I was making a good living with them, and doing my best to find a friend of the female persuasion, object companionship and sex.

I am not a bad looking guy, ask my Mom. I am about 6' 2" tall and weigh 200 pounds. I exercise regularly with tennis and weight training to build strength and stamina. I had joined a gun club near town where they had shooting competitions on a monthly basis.

I shot skeet and trap, as well as bullseye targets with my rifle and pistol. I loved to go during free shooting and practice my Ed McGivern trick. Ed could shoot 12 rounds into a playing card at 7 yards in 1.2 seconds. That is a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute. That is the same rate of fire as a Thompson submachine gun. I was not that fast. I could shoot 12 rounds into a playing card at 7 yards in 1.5 seconds or a rate of fire of 480 rounds per minute. That is the nearly same rate of fire as an MP 40 submachine gun (burp gun).

I thought that was pretty good for an amateur. I could also shoot 12 rounds into the 8 ring of a B-27 at 25 yards in the same time. I had to laugh at a young man who came into the range and said, "All right, John Woo." I doubt if he knew who Ed McGivern was.

I could not do Ed's trick of shooting a coin out of the air, and calling where the shot would hit the coin. I could hit a thrown coin about 75 percent of the time though.

I had been in Overland Park for about 10 months by now, and had gotten very comfortable there. I got home, and noticed a different car parked in front of my house. I eased up to the house and looked inside.

I saw two large men searching through my things. They had a piece of luggage on the floor that was not mine. I heard one of them say, "I can't find anything about the system on his machine or in the house. We need to plant this and leave."

The other one answered, "I still don't know why we don't just kill him, instead of planting $750,000 on him."

First guy said, "We need to destroy his effectiveness as a witness, idiot. The feds will never believe him if he is involved in the take."

They hid the case and started moving out the back door. I hid and waited for them to come outside. When they got past me, I stood up and asked if they found what they were looking for. They both spun around, and reached inside their jackets.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," I said while pointing my guns at them. They both moved their hands away from their own guns, and first guy said, "You will never live to spend it," and reached for his gun again. I shot him four times in the chest. Don't believe that lead bullets won' chill you, he was living... er dying proof.

The second one jumped to the side and pulled his. He was faster and got a shot off as I knelt and shot him six times in the heart. I went inside and called the police and the FBI.

After they got there I told them my story, neatly leaving out the part about the listening to them. I told them that I knew I had to run now, or my life was worth nothing. These guys would blow up a building full of people to kill me, if need be. The Agent knew these slimes and said that I was probably right, but I needed to stay in town until they could clear this mess up.

I said, "Okay, but I am cleaning out my bank accounts and selling my house. I have to run or I am dead."

I gave him my cell number, and went inside and started packing. I owned my house, so I called the woman who sold it to me and asked what she could get me on a quick sale. She asked, "How quick?"

I said, "This week, for cash." I had paid $210,000 for the house, just 3 months ago.

She said "I will ask for $200,000, but you should accept $150,000.

I said, "Do what you can, I need the money fast. Call with any offer of cash."

I packed up everything of value that I had. The police had kept my pistols for evidence. I packed my clothes, and shoes. I packed my Mom's jewelry, what there was of it, and my guns (a Remington 870 TB Trap, 2 Remington 1100's, skeet guns in 12 gauge, and .410, and a Browning A-bolt composite stalker in .300 Winchester Short Magnum). I packed my camping gear, a tent, a sleeping bag, a camp stove and lantern, as well as my cooking utensils, dishes and flatware.

I packed up my laptop and went through my hidden papers and found the information regarding the accounting system they were using. I figured this would be my insurance in case something went wrong.

After 4 hours of frantic packing, I thought I was ready to go. I packed up my Pilot, and went to a hotel. I would never see the house again.

I checked into a locally owned motel and paid cash for one night. The next day I went to my bank and emptied out my accounts. I made arrangements to leave enough in my account to pay off any household bills and any credit card bills that I had. I made arrangements to get a letter from the bank indicating that I legally had a large amount of cash in my possession. I had $80,000 in cash from the bank.

I went by my office and told them that I had to resign due to a family emergency. I left them my cell phone number. We parted on amicable terms.

I called the Police and FBI to find out where I stood on the shootings. They said that it looked like self defense was going to stand.

"I need to get out of here, so please hurry it along as much as possible. Thanks for your help," I told them.

I went and traded my Pilot for a used white mini-van. I felt like this was camouflage. I paid cash for the difference.

I put $500,000 in the cavity where the seat folds down, and took $250,000 in the suitcase the thugs planted and turned it into the police. I told them I found it when I was packing up my house. "Call me when I can claim it," I jokingly said.

They said, "If nobody claims it, we will." I left them my cell number.

I went and changed my cell phone over to a prepaid minute account, and paid for 3000 minutes ahead.

I went and bought ammunition from the local gun shop. I got a case of buckshot for the 12 gauges and a case of buckshot for the .410 and a case of target loads for both gauges. I bought all the 300 WSM ammunition they had which was 10 boxes.

I went and hovered around a pawnshop looking at pistols. They had a couple of revolvers, but no model 10's. They had a pair of Ruger P-89-DAO's with 4 spare high capacity magazines. I bought the pair for $700. I also bought a case of target ammunition (1000 rounds).

Next, I went to a well-equipped gun shop and shooting range. I bought a good and mostly concealable double shoulder rig for the Rugers. I also bought a paddle type double magazine pouch.

I spent a couple of hours practicing. I could not shoot them as fast or as accurately as the model 10's, but I got good enough that I felt good about it.

I bought a case of hollow point ammunition for the 9mm's and left.

I stayed in a different Mom and Pop motel that night. The next morning, I got a call from the real estate agent. She had a sale for $170,000 cash. I told her I would take it. I wanted to close tomorrow.

Fee simple sales are so much easier. I signed the papers and they signed the papers. They gave me a cashiers check. We were done.

I told the agent thanks, and I would be seeing her some time later.

I went to the bank the check was drawn on and asked for cash. The teller asked for an officer to come over. I identified myself and asked for them to cash the check and for them to provide me with a letter stating that I had reason to legally have that much cash in my possession. They did both.

I called the FBI and police again to check on my standing. They both told me that the evidence pointed them to the conclusion that things happened just like I told them. "May I get my pistols back? They were a gift from my father."

They told me that they had to keep them for at least another 2 months in the evidence lockup.

I told them I would call them later.

I decided to go somewhere that I had never been before, so I couldn't be traced as easily. I put a letter in the mail to the FBI enclosing a copy of my computer disk along with the accounting information. I told them it was a gift to help them put the Import/Export Company out of business. I knew my life was worthless now.

I went north to the Dakotas. I stopped in Mandan at the Ford dealership and traded my van for a crew cab pickup. I got a good deal on a '97 1 ton diesel. I paid for it with some of my appropriated money. I got them to check everything closely and service all the filters and change the oil. I bought a bed liner and cover, and loaded it up and moved west.

I stopped in eastern Montana, and bought some quality cold weather gear. It was the off season and I got a good deal. I also bought 3 boxes of 300 WSM ammunition. I still didn't trust those bastards not to find me.

I hadn't seen this many big beautiful blonde girls in a while. There were also quite a few pretty girls that showed they had American Indian ancestry. I couldn't make up my mind which ones were prettier.

I stayed in a nice motel that night, and decided to go out for supper and a couple of beers. The front desk recommended a small restaurant and bar just down the street.

It was close enough that I walked. The food was very good and the place was nice. They had a jukebox, and music started to play right after I had finished eating. Three couples started dancing. My mom had taught me to dance. I was not excited about it at the time, but I had been glad many times since.

I saw a pretty dark haired girl sitting by herself. I walked up and asked if she would like to dance.

She told me she would love to dance.

So off we went. We danced a dance or two on the other couples money and then Andie and I went over and put a couple of bucks into the jukebox. We danced and talked for a couple of hours and then she said she had to get home.

I asked if I could call her a taxi. She started to laugh heartily.

"What is funny?" I asked.

She said, "There aren't any cabs here. Besides, I live so far out in the country, they wouldn't go there anyway."

"I would be glad to take you home, then." I offered.

She said, "I have my own truck, but I would like to see you again."

I told her I would love to see her again, but I was traveling. I told her where I was staying.

She said, "That is a nice place." Then she asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

"No I'm not," I said. "In fact I am looking for a place to settle where I can mind my own business and be left alone."

She smiled and said, "Mac, If you aren't there now, you will never find it."

"Okay," I joked, "I will stay and come see you tomorrow, if it suits you."

She said, "It would suit me to a 'T'."

I got directions to her place, and smilingly said, "I had better fuel up before I leave to visit you."

She kissed me on the cheek, and told me she would see me tomorrow whenever I got there.

I packed up and checked out that morning. I fueled up my truck and I followed Andie's directions. I eventually got to a well kept up ranch house.

Andie walked out hugged my neck and said, "You came out before I thought you would. You must have missed me."

"What's wrong with that?" I asked her.

"Nothing I can think of," she said, and kissed my cheek.

She gave me the tour of the homestead. She told me that her father and mother had left it to her. "I sure miss them," she told me.

"I know what you mean," I said, "both my folks died while I was in the Army. My mom died and then my dad just shriveled up and died about 6 months later."

"How much land do you own?" I asked her.

She answered, "I have 8 thousand acres, that I own and 6 thousand that I lease from the Sioux Nation."

"How many cattle can you support on that much property?" I asked her.

"Three cow calf units per hundred acres."

I figured, "420 cows. Can you handle them by yourself?"

"It is really about 390 brood cows and 12 bulls. I hope to sell 350 calves per year. I plan my finances on that number."

"I have to get help about 3 weeks per year, but I usually can find it," She answered.

We were holding hands. I asked her, "Don't you get lonely out here by yourself?"

"Yes, that is why I was in town last night," She answered.

"I was lonely too," I said, "but I sure felt better after I met you."

It was lunchtime so we walked back to Andie's house and had a nice lunch of roast beef sandwiches, chips and salad. She smiled and said, "I have to support the industry."

After lunch, Andie said, "I need to check on some of the cows. Do you want to come with me?"

"I would love to, but I need a tame horse."

She smiled and said most of her place could be worked from a truck, but she did have 4 horses for when the need arose.

"Do we need them today?" I asked.

"Not today," she answered.

"That's good, I would rather snuggle in a truck than not snuggle on a horse," I teased.

So we went to her truck, and left the house. Andie asked, "Well, where is the snuggling?"

I scooted over near her and kissed her on the cheek, "Right here," I answered.

I sat close to Andie and looked at her from time to time during our survey of the stock. She was very pretty. She was around 5' 9" tall with a dark complexion and blue eyes. Her wavy dark brown hair framed her squarish face, with its bright smile. She was well muscled from her work on the ranch, but she still had nice, if small breasts, and a nice butt. I told myself it was a nice combination. I was right.

By the time we looked at the stock and moved the herd to another pasture, it was dark, and I was tired, and dirty.

Andie said, "Thanks for the help."

"How much longer would that have taken without my miserable help?" I asked her.

"Probably about an hour and a half," she said.

"I'm glad I was here," I said. "There are lots worse things than spending the afternoon with a pretty girl."

"How about a dusty kiss?" She quipped.

I kissed her on the lips, and really liked kissing this girl. I am not that experienced with women, but she kissed good.

"I liked that," I smiled and said.

"Mmm, me too," she agreed.

We talked about little things during the rest of the trip back to her house.

It was getting late by the time we got back. "I need to get back to town," I told Andie.

"Where will you go?" She asked.

"I'll go back and check into the hotel where I stayed last night," I answered.

"Mac, please stay here tonight. I have a spare room and you are tired. I know you have your clothes with you," she asked me.

"Andie, you are the nicest girl I have ever been with. I would love to stay here with you for a long time, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea about why. I like you. I like your company, and I would love the opportunity to know you much better," I told her honestly.

"I knew I really liked you, Mac. We need to have a serious talk. You plan on staying here for few days, okay?" She asked.

"If I stay with you that long you may not be able to run me off," I told her and smiled.

"I may not want to run you off," she answered sultrily.

I kissed her again.

We both went to take a bath. I could tell this place belonged to a woman. It was tastefully decorated, with the woman's touch. I liked it. I was used to living by myself, and company was nice.

After we were clean, we had a quick supper of eggs, sausage and toast. She said, "I don't have coffee, but I will make you some hot chocolate if you would like."

"I would like the hot chocolate, but I don't drink coffee," I said.

"This is getting better and better, do you smoke?" She asked.

"Nope, I am trying to live a long and happy life," I said smiling.

A few minutes later...

"Mac, why do you carry guns with you?" She asked me with concern.

"Andie, I carry them for the same reason that I should not fall in love with you." I told her the whole story, straight out and honest.

"Mac, I am already in love with you, Honey," she told me.

I hung my head and said, "Me too, Andie. I can not put you in danger like this. I have to leave tomorrow or I will get weak and stay forever."

She started crying. "Mac, I want to tell you about me, and then I am going to beg you to stay."

My eyes were leaking tears at a steady rate, as I asked her "Please Andie, don't do this to me, I am not a good choice for you, Sugar. You are so beautiful and good. All I can bring you is danger."

"And love," she added.

Andie told me about her childhood here on the ranch. She had gone to college in Michigan and worked in Detroit. She finally got around to the hard part for her and took a deep breath and said. "Mac, I had a treatment when I was working in Detroit to make me have less body hair and grow breasts."

"So what?" I said.

"Mac, you are so sweet. Sugar, I was born a boy and grew into a man, a very unhappy man. The treatments I took made me grow breasts, and get other secondary female sex characteristics."

"You are a woman now?" I asked her.

"In most ways, I am. I have a penis and balls, and I can never have children," she said.

"I will probably not live long enough to have children anyway," I said.

"They will have to kill me first," Andie said. "I want you to disappear right here with me. I will never tell anyone you are here. Will you stay with me and love me?"

"I already love you, but I don't feel right about staying. What will people think? I can't have your reputation sullied by this."

"I hope they think that I am the luckiest girl in this state. I want you to make love to me right now," she said.

"You are too good for me," I told her. "I will stay and thank you every day for loving me."

Andie asked, "Mac, don't you care that I am really a man?"

"Are you really a man?" I asked.

"No, I am really a woman," she smiled.

"I thought so," I told her.

I walked out to the truck and got my mother's jewelry box and got out her engagement ring. I brought it back in the house. I knelt down in front of Andie and said, "Andie will you consent to marry me?"

Andie burst into tears, "Mac, I can't marry you, baby. The state won't let me."

"Will you wear my ring then, and be my fiancé. This was my mother's."

"I will be your woman and thank God every day for you," she said.

We went into her bedroom. I said, "You have a really nice room, Andie."

She corrected me, "We have a nice room."

"Yes, we do," I agreed.

I started undressing her. She was shy. I said to her, "I thought you just gave yourself to me."

"I did, Sugar," she answered.

"Then why can't I enjoy looking at your beautiful body?" I asked. "I am proud of you, aren't you proud to be mine?"

"Yes, I am proud to be yours. I am nervous because you have never seen me before, and I am not like other girls," she confided.

"I want you to show me all of you. I especially want you to show me how to love you. Andie, I am very inexperienced, but I am not a prude. I want to love you, I want you to come so hard you faint," I held her close and said.

"Oh God, pinch me Baby, I know I am dreaming," she told me.

"How about if I bite your beautiful breasts?" I suggested.

"Please, right now," she answered.

I took her clothes off, and she took mine off. She was a beauty. Her small breasts had large nipples and small areolas. She had a nice figure, but not skinny like a model, soft to the touch with muscles underneath. Her penis and balls were small. I guess the hormone treatment had an effect on them. I stood back and looked at her and smiled. "You are beautiful," I told her. I hugged her close and kissed her face and neck.

She sighed, and said, "You are never leaving here, do you hear me?"

"I can't think of a nicer prison," I answered.

I kissed down to her breasts, and nipped her nipples lightly. "I love that," she sighed.

I felt down her body to her penis and balls, and caressed them. She said, "You may never be allowed out of bed. I can't believe you, Mac. You are such a man, and you still want me."

I was getting angry with her. "Do you think something is wrong with me for wanting you? Do you think I am gay?" I said roughly to her.

Her face fell. "Oh no, Honey, I have never thought you were gay. I am just so glad that you want me the way I am." She was crying now.

"Andie, I know you are different, but I think of you as a beautiful woman, my beautiful woman. Can you think of yourself that way?" I asked her, stroking her hair.

"Mac, I love you. I will give you more love than any other woman in this world will. You will never be sorry you have me."

"Do I still have you?" I asked her.

"No, I have you," she said as she took hold of my penis. It was as hard as stone. "Oh, you feel so good and big. I hope my little ass will be enough for you."

"Do you want to try?" I asked.

"Yes, right now," she answered.

She rolled over and got on all fours. She guided my penis to her entrance and said, "Easy, Sugar, I haven't done this in years."

I pushed into her ring, she had lubricated herself already, so I was able to enter her without too much force. When I popped in past her ring, she sucked her breath in through her teeth. "Oh shit, you are so big," she said.

She definitely felt tight on me. "Do we need to stop?" I asked her.

"Oh, hell no, Mac, you are my dream. Please go slowly until I tell you to do me harder."

I was slowly stroking into her tightness. "You feel so good," I said.

She started pushing back toward me and helping fuck. We moved together for a few minutes, then I got a pillow and turned her over and propped her butt up a little. "I like this better, I can see your face," I said.

I put her long legs up on my shoulders, and began to long stroke her harder. She started to grunt with each stroke. "Are you alright, baby?" I asked her.

"Alright isn't the word for it, Honey. You must be listening to my thoughts, you fuck me so good," She told me.

"Andie, I'm getting close," I said.

"Fuck me hard. Now!" she said.

I followed instructions and pounded her. I felt it start and boil over as my come filled her up. "On, Mac, I feel you come scalding me," she said as she hugged me close to her. "Uh, uh, uh," she groaned.

"Oh, baby, you made me come," she said.

I looked and saw a drop of cum on her penis. I got it on my finger and licked it. It did not taste bad. When Andie saw that, I thought she was going to faint. "If I ever see another woman look at you I will kill them," she said. "I would never ask you to do that, Baby. I am the woman, I will do anything for you. Sex with you is so good. I want to do anything you want to, you just ask me and we will do it."

I eased out of her. She ran into the bathroom and brought a warm cloth and cleaned me up. "That was the best sex I have ever had. You are the first girl I have ever been in love with, do you know that?" I asked.

She was so excited she was shaking. "You mean it, don't you?"

"Of course I mean it. I love you," I said.

"You really think of me as your beautiful woman," she said.

"No, I dream of you as my beautiful woman," I answered her. "Now I am tired, you sleep on me, I need to feel you with me."

She rolled on top of me, and started cooing in my ear, and kissing my face. I hugged her close and slept.

In the morning, I opened my eyes when Andie started moving in my arms. "I love you," I said first thing.

"Oh, that sounds so good. I want this," she said touching my morning erection.

She sat up a bit and slid down on me, her lubricant was still working. She moved up and down easily and was sighing and talking. "Oh, Baby, this is so good. I want you every day. Oh, oh, oh."

I pulled her down onto my chest and kissed her lips gently. She pulled my head to her and kissed me back hotly. She slid her tongue in my mouth and touched mine. She started sucking on my tongue and I started moving faster inside her.

She pulled me over on top of her, and I began to stroke her hard. I was feeling good now and was getting close. I told her so and she began stroking her penis and begging me to fuck her harder. I hammered her and she screamed and came. I kept stroking her hard and filled her up.

"Oh, I love to feel you coming in me. Do you know how hard it is for me to come?" She asked.

"I don't know, you come about as often as I do," I answered.

"Mac, I don't come. Since I have been with you, are the only times I have come since I had the shots," she told me.

"Don't you like it? I don't think I can keep from making you come, Sugar. I want you so much, I just have to take you," I said.

"Honey, you don't understand. I love it when I come. You are the only man who can do it to me," She said.

"You just know I love you, that is all. You know I want you to come for me," I explained simplistically.

"Okay, Darling. I know better," she patronized me.

At breakfast I told her if I was going to stay with her, she would have to do a few things for me. "Anything, Honey, you just name it," she said.

"Do you have a pistol?" I asked her.

"I have my Dad's .38," she answered.

"I want you to get proficient with it and carry it. I will teach you," I said.

"How about a rifle?" I asked.

"I have my Dad's hunting rifle, and Mom's rifle."

"Okay, can you shoot them?" I asked.

"I am a good shot with Mom's carbine," she answered.

"Good, the next time you go to town buy ammunition for your pistol, and both rifles. A case of each," I said, "You need to practice and so do I."

We worked around the ranch for the rest of the day. After our bath (that was really nice), we took a look at Andie's arsenal. Her dad's .38 was a Colt Diamondback with a 6" barrel. It had been wrapped up in an oily cloth and was in very good shape. There was a holster for it, and 2 speed loaders. I liked her dad.

His hunting rifle was a Garcia/Sako Finnbear in 30/06. It had the old tri-range sights, and would be an excellent saddle gun. It was also in very good shape, other than use marks it was excellent.

Her mom's carbine was a Winchester 94 in 30-30. It had seen hard use, but the barrel was in good shape. It had a Lyman aperture sight, and a big silver bead front sight. "I can see why you can shoot this one," I said, "these are excellent sights.'

"My mom liked to hunt and was deadly on anything under 150 yards with that carbine," Andie said.

I took the flaps off the ammunition boxes and told Andie to get a case of the same ammunition we were already using. Remington 180-grain core lokt for the .30/06, Winchester 170-grain power points for the .30-30, and Winchester 158-grain lead service loads for the .38.

We went to bed feeling nicely tired. I made sweet gentle love to Andie that night. She really liked it when I nursed her nipples. She didn't come, but begged me not to get upset about it. She told me she needed to be treated roughly to get excited enough.

"I am sorry, Sugar," I said.

"Don't you dare be sorry," she interrupted, "this is one of the nicest nights of my life."

I pulled her on top of me and went to sleep.