Chapter 4

"Ain't no mystery there, Colonel Johnson has a big place about five miles west of here where he raises some nice horses. I can't say how he come to be a Colonel or even if he really is one, but I can tell you he has some good horses. He claims his best stallion is a full brother to Steel Dust, but he claims a lot of things.

"Whether it is or ain't, it's a good big fast horse and he breeds true pretty much. I'm sure you can find one you like at his place," he said.

"Thanks for that, and if you'll let me set my things down here, I'll unsaddle your horse and go see if I can find Silas. My name's Bill Jefferson, by the way."

"I'm Frank Johnston, Bill, and I'm pleased to meet you," he said, extending a big hand to shake.

I shook his hand and then headed for what appeared to be a general store. When I entered I saw I'd been right on that point.

I didn't have to wait to find Silas either, he met me as I entered. We exchanged names and handshakes and then I told him my tale.

Silas was quite a bit more excited by it than Frank had been, but he didn't seem even nearly as knowledgeable. I let him ramble for a while about the bravery of my exploits in dealing with the foul murdering redskins, and I was happy enough to sit at the table with him as he had his wife bring us a couple of glasses and a bottle.

Silas's wife was a surprise on her own. I figured him to be fifty or better but his brunette wife couldn't have been more than twenty-five. Her dress covered her completely from the floor to her neck, but it didn't keep me from noticing her nice rounded ass and the mounds of titty she had hidden in it. She must be Silas's second wife, or even third. In these conditions it wasn't uncommon for a man to lose a wife or two along the way.

Silas had sure as hell hit the jackpot with this one though. I doubt he had any complaints. Aside from being built like the proverbial brick shit house, she had a pretty face and big brown eyes too.

While Silas and I tossed down a couple of shots of his better than I'd expected whiskey, I managed to casually mention that I didn't know exactly what year it was. He proudly got out his calendar and showed me it was 1847 and that today was June tenth. Now I knew when I was and along with knowing where I was I decided that my trip to Lancaster Texas had been worth the effort.

After his second snort Silas mentioned that he needed to go and discuss my news with the Mayor. I wondered why Frank hadn't mentioned a Mayor to me, but I didn't say anything. I just told Silas not to mind me and go ahead and spread the news.

"I do need a few things though, would it be all right if your wife helped me find them while you're gone?" I asked.

"Certainly, she'll be glad to fix you up. Mary, see to Mister... What did you say your name was?"

"Bill, Bill Jefferson."

"See to Mr Jefferson's needs while I'm off to talk to the Mayor," he said, and then he left promptly.

"What could I do for you Mr Jefferson?" she asked.

My first thought was a blow job would be a great way to start, but I didn't mention it. I stood up and noticed for the first time that Mary was taller than old Silas had been. That wouldn't have been too hard since he was something of a runt at around five foot three. Mary, on the other hand must have been at least five seven.

"As you probably noticed, my clothes don't look like those of other folks around here," I said.

That was an understatement in itself. I guess my bluejeans would pass, even though they fit a lot tighter than the obviously homemade trousers both Frank and Silas had worn. The shirt I had on didn't even come close.

"I think we have some butternut shirts that might fit you well enough, but I know we don't have any trousers that will. You're a tall man Mr Jefferson and I think you're going to need to have trousers made to fit," she said.

"I'm sure you're right, but please call me Bill," I said.

She gave me a strange look at that and I wondered if I'd made a faux pas. I knew a little about the time I seemed to be in but I didn't even have a hint about the day-to-day manners. I was worried about it for a few seconds until she gave me a little smile.

"I'll be glad to call you Bill, as long as no one else is here. Do you want to try on a shirt to see if you like it?" she asked.

Mary was what I really wanted to try on, especially after that little smile, but I kept it to myself again. I agreed to try a shirt though and she dug around in a small stack of them and then held one out to me.

I was pretty sure they didn't have dressing rooms in the place and she didn't mention any such thing, so I shucked my shirt and laid it on the table, putting on the one she'd handed me. I noticed that she didn't avert her eyes, and got the feeling that she might not be as prim and proper as I'd assumed.

The shirt wasn't even close to big enough for me and she said so. She went back to the stack and pulled out another one.

"You're even bigger than I thought, try this one," she said, handing it to me.

This shirt was fine, maybe even a little too big, but it would do. Mary did turn around and face away when I put my gun belt on the table and unbuckled my belt to open my pants and tuck my new shirt in. In fact, I could see a blush rising up her neck.

"How does it look," I asked her, after I had my pants and belt fastened again.

She turned around and I could see that the blush had reached her cheeks before it started to recede. She looked me over and then stepped forward to pull at and fuss with the shoulders and collar.

"I think it fits well enough," she said.

She was within arms length so I put mine around her and drew her against me. It surprised her but not as much as when I dropped my hands to take a good hold of her ass cheeks and squeeze. She was shocked for a few seconds and I made the best of it by giving her nice ass a good fondling.

"Mr Jefferson, please," she said, almost trembling.

"Please what, Mary, and why have you gone back to Mr Jefferson?"

"Please, release me. This is unseemly, even if I weren't a married woman," she said.

She wasn't pulling away from me and I thought she felt good right where she was. What the hell, there was no law around anywhere and I knew good and well old Silas couldn't do a thing about it. Besides, I wasn't going to rip her clothes off and fuck her on the table.

Moving one hand up the middle of her back, I pulled her even closer for a kiss. I pressed my lips to hers and it was as if she didn't really know what to do. No matter, I did, and after a few more seconds I pushed my tongue into her mouth to swap some spit.

Mary was completely confused now and I was sure that this was the first time she'd ever been kissed like this. With the hand on her ass I pulled her even closer and let my now hard dick push against her lower abdomen. Hell, it felt great and after a little wiggling her arms came around me for a hug.

About a minute later I let her go before I got carried away. I already knew that I'd be between her legs as soon as old Silas was going to be away for an hour or two, but I didn't know how long he'd be talking to the Mayor.

Mary wasn't disheveled when I turned her loose but she did look dazed by what I'd done and she was almost panting. She didn't rebuke me though. I decided to just act like it hadn't happened and see if she wouldn't do the same.