Chapter 1

"Wake up Sergeant Major. We are close." The large dark haired man smiled, at the even more muscular, shaven headed man, as he sat up.

"Yes Sir..."

"I told you Aldo, for the umpteenth time, that you may call me Nemo now. I'm a gentleman farmer now."

"Yes Sir ... what ever the Colonel says"

Nemo's eyes rolled briefly. "One day ... one day." He glanced up the aisle at the approaching conductor.

"Next Stop Wendigo!"

The puffing train soon screeched to a halt. With two exceptions the passengers seemed to stand as one and frantically grab for their parcels and belongings. They were ecstatic to finally be done with the snorting smoky train. The mountainous Aldo waited for the group to leave before collecting his and Nemo's valise and briefcase. A hand slid into his suit coat to adjust a hidden weapon. "Sir?

Nemo stood and similarly reached inside his long coat to adjust part of the hidden armament "let's be about it Aldo" Both former solders made long easy strides to the exit. Stopping only when the found the conductor.

Nemo looked long and hard at the short portly man. He handed him a claim ticket and a sheet of paper. "See that my property is sent to the Johnson Brothers Warehouse immediately." The conductor's sputters of protest were quickly silenced when a $10 gold piece flipped through the air to land at his feet. "Another of those if nothing is damaged"

A frown creased Nemo's face. "If anything is missing..." Nemo smiled inside as the small sweating man paled visibly.

Shouldering past the obviously frightened man, Nemo Made his way to the first class exit and soon made his way down the platform. Pausing for a moment to gain his bearings, he turned crisply and started a slow stride up the main street. He paused, before a larger, three storied building, over which Hung a large sign proclaiming 'Lilly's Sporting House' He drew a folded sheet of paper from a inner suit-coat pocket and scanned its contents. He looked up again at the sign and broke into a smile, proclaiming, "Aldo, after that train ride I think a little refreshment is in order"

Aldo knowing his former officers tastes and habits, smiled knowingly.

Nemo stopped short upon entering the building, hearing a slap on flesh punctuated by a scream. His eyes darted quickly back and forth appraising tactically the situation. A large thick hewed man was gripping a buxom red haired woman's woman's wrist. Obviously by her dress and age, she was the house madam. She looked with fear at Nemo and shook her head silently begging for help. This caused her assailant to release her and spin around a hand reaching under his coat.

"What are you lookin at tenderfoot?' the ox of a man said. He pulled a wide bladed bowie knife from behind his back and waved it menacingly through the air. " Git while the gittin's good!"

Nemo's smile displayed no humor. His eyes seemed to lose focus ... and stare right through the brawny derby wearing man. He did not move a muscle.

"I think not" he said quietly.

"I warned you! No one messes with Muldoon when he collects his due and proper!" He lunged forward and stabbed with the wide bladed knife directly at Nemo.

Nemo swayed to the side slightly and let it slip past, sliding his left foot in a circular motion backwards.

His right hand moved up, over and across clamping down on Muldoon's wrist. With an explosive jerk of his shoulders he lifted and twisted the trapped wrist up and around. His free hand lifting to press hard at the elbow with locking it.

Muldoon screamed in pain, feeling his right arm so abused. For the first time, in his rough, violent life, he felt afraid, helpless.

Nemo face betrayed no emotion when he jerked again snapping both wrist and elbow, letting the knife fall to the floor harmlessly. The knife edge of a foot snapping into the side of his knee send Muldoon crashing to the floor.

Muldoon retched, overcome with pain. But soon was released from agony when a booted foot shattered his both jaw and his consciousness.

Aldo, without comment and with a smile containing no humor stooped to drag the unconscious form out to a back alley.

Shrugging his shoulders Nemo gestured to the madam. Reaching back into his suitcoat, he withdrew envelope which he handed to her.

"A letter of introduction, I am Edward Drachensfield's nephew, sole heir ... and the new owner.

"We will talk later about the particulars, but fear not, you will be well cared for."

"Now that that is settled, let's see what we have to offer." Sliding a hand intro his coat he withdrew a leather wallet. Opening it and riffling the many green bills. He placed several on the table. See that all of the business accounts are paid in full. I want receipts. Oh and we are closed for the next few days while we change ownership.

With a nod and a smile she spoke for the first time. "Yes sir, it will be a pleasure. Please call me Lilly, your Uncle was more than just a boss, he was dear friend. When news of his passing spread, vultures like Muldoon have circled like vultures. It will be good to have a strong man back at the tiller."

She tugged at a brocade bell pull and looked as the beaded curtain soon parted by a parade of young well dressed and exquisite women. The only commonality in the selection of women was the attractiveness. Blonds, brunettes, red heads and even a shaven headed African slut.

Nemo's eyes roamed finally falling on a small framed Asian woman. Her glossy, black hair piled up into a single massive bun. "Her for now" he said with a gesture towards the petite woman. But keep the rest available. He winked," I tend to over indulge." He then leaned and whispered added instructions to Lilly who smiled silently and nodded occasionally to his quiet words. He gently squeezed her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

She spoke with a slight tremor, "Room seven Sir"

"Please," he replied. "Call me Nemo". He did not wait for a reply and gestured for the selected hostess to lead the way. Following her, he called behind. "Aldo, stay out of trouble and don't break anything ... or anyone"

His eyes roamed over her small, exquisite body as she led him up a wide curved staircase to a long hallway. She paused at a door an smiled demurely.

"Lucky room number 7" he said aloud he entered the room and began undressing. Loosening and removing his cravat He draped it over a high backed wooden chair, soon followed by his long mourning coat he continued until he stood naked. His well-defined muscles seemed both relaxed and coiled at the same time. He idly watched the tiny woman as she entered and began to prepare.

How are you called?"

"Fujiko" Sir.

"You are well trained, only a slight hint of an accent. You are from Okinawa, not Japan proper I think." She smiled and nodded her head.

He noticed that her eyes remained lowered. He stepped closer, manhood standing at attention, tumescent and wanton. He reached out, lowering his hands to rest on her shoulders. He paused for a second, enjoying the moment and the anticipation of pleasures to come. With a gentle hand still, he pressed down. Instinctively she knelt. He felt her warm breath on his member and shuddered slightly

Large hands cradled the glossy mound of silky hair, guiding her closer. He inhaled as his hard cock brushed across her milky white cheek. She stifled a groan. Looking, up for the first time, to examine the tall sun darkened man. Her eyes locked on his. They widened. Her mouth opened slightly as she wantonly pressed a kiss to the tumescent cock.

Strong hands gently directed her small sweet lips until they meet the very tip. Her moan of anticipation made his smile grow wider.

Slow yet without hesitation he slid deeper into her mouth ... causing him, this time to groan, aloud. "Yes my sweet, good."

He mouth traveled further taking in more of him, a moan vibrated on his cock.

His hips started to pump short shallow thrusts, never giving her more than she could handle. His fingers slowly withdrew the hair rods, keeping her mane restrained, one by one. Memo's eyes widen in surprise as the girls hair cascade, heavily over his legs to pool over his bare feet. He fought the urge to trap her in place, by stepping on the heavy straight sheaves like an exotic carpet. "Such hair Fujiko-san" I am pleased, greatly.