Chapter 8

Three days later, they were close to a small town, so Josh sent Andy in to pick up some supplies. All of the women wanted to go, too, since they all needed new clothes, and they were sure that the general store in town would have something that they would want. Andy was agreeable, so they all left early that morning with Andy on his horse and the three women in the mule-drawn wagon; Jasmine was driving, since she had learned how at the breeding farm.

They arrived in the town in mid-morning and tied up in the shade in front of the general store. The three women went in while Andy was still fussing with loosening the cinch on his horse. It was a hot day, and Andy wanted his horse to have a chance to cool down in reasonable comfort. He was just about to step up on the sidewalk when he was met by the three women being thrown out of the store! He heard the tail end of a shout from inside, " ... AND STAY OUT! WE DON'T LIKE NIGGERS AN' INJUNS' AN' CHINKS IN THIS TOWN!"

Andy caught the 3 women in his arms as they all tumbled to the sidewalk. "What the hell is goin' on?" Andy asked as he helped the women to their feet.

Elizabeth said, "A couple of White galoots practically attacked us as we went into the store."

"What did the store owner say?"

"He didn't say nothin'. He looked as surprised as we were."

"I better look in on this, an', afore y'all say it, I'll be careful."

Andy went into the general store and saw two rough looking cowboy-types leaning against the counter talking to the clerk, who was probably also the owner. "Ya better listen ta what we're saying. We belong ta a gang what's tryin' ta clean up this here town, an' that means no more niggers or chinks or injuns inside the city limits."

"B ... B ... But y'all can't treat my customers that way. I needs ta sell my stuff ta anybody what kin pay fer it, or I'll starve. I can't feed my family on jus' what the White folks kin buy."

"That don't make no never mind! Ifen ya don't do what we say, ya may not have a store very long!"

Andy had heard enough. He stuck his gun in the kidney of the tough who was doing all the talking and said, "Put up yer hands, or I'll scatter yer guts all over this poor man's store. An' yer friend better do the same, cuz I do gots an itchy trigger finger."

The loud mouth said, "Gus, do what he said. Ifen he pulls that trigger, I'm a dead man." Both men raised their hands, and Andy relieved them of their guns and knives. He laid the hardware on the counter and ordered the men to tell him what was going on.

The loudmouth said, "A bunch of us over at the Long Horn saloon have decided that this here town would be better off ifen there weren't nobody here but us White folks. We're gonna drive everybody else out."

"But y'all can't do that. This here is Choctaw territory, an' they'er Injuns. What'er ya gonna do when they decide ta toss y'all out?"

"They can't do that ta us White folks! We'll fight 'em!"

"What y'all got, 10 or 12 fools against a couple thousand Choctaws. An' I 'spect that the Army won't take kindly ta yer stupidity, either. Now, git out of here afore I gits really mad 'bout the way y'all treated my friends."

"What, ya're another nigger-lover? We'll git ya fer this."

"Tain't likely! Now, git yer asses out of here afore I fergits and pulls this here trigger."

They started to reach for their guns and knives on the counter, but Andy said, "I'll deliver those ta y'all later on, right now, y'all jus' git outta my sight!"

The toughs left and the clerk said, "Thanks, Mister. I'm much obliged. Call yer lady friends back in an' I'll try ta accommodate 'em.

Andy stuck his head out the door and called the women back inside. They all looked at him like a conquering hero; they had heard the conversation inside the store. Andy ordered the food and other supplies he wanted while the women looked over the few ready-made dresses there and the fabric on display. They did find some things they wanted and added them to the stack of stuff that Andy paid for.

Once the items were loaded into the wagon and the women sent on their way back to the herd, Andy picked up the guns and knives and put them into a sack provided by the store clerk. He took the sack and walked toward the Long Horn saloon, carrying the sack in his left hand in case he needed to have his gun hand free of encumbrances.

Just to be on the safe side, Andy drew his LeMat and reset the hammer to the shotgun position before returning it to it's holster, still set on half-cock. He stepped into the saloon and walked up to the bar. He dumped the guns from the sack onto the bar and announced, "I'm returnin' some guns and knives I picked up a little while ago. Ifen anybody is stupid enough to mess with me, I must warn 'im that my pistol is a LeMat, an' it's set fer the shotgun. So think 'bout it fer a minute afore ya're tempted ta draw. Shore, 10 or 12 of y'all is a passel ta fight, but my shotgun will make a real mess of several of y'all afore y'all kin put me down fer good. Jus' think 'bout it as I walk outta this here saloon."

Nobody made a move for his gun as Andy walked back out the door and across the street, though he did hear a lot of acrimonious shouting after he left the saloon. Once back outside, he switched back to bullets and reholstered his pistol. Andy thought about the situation for a moment and diverted his path to the gunsmith down the street.

Andy's visit to the gunsmith was more fruitful than he had expected. It took every bit of the cash he had, but he bought 4 used Navy Colt revolvers with holsters, a bullet mold, and 4 powder flasks. The women should have some means of protecting themselves, and he figured that the Navy Colt was adequate for the job. Sure, the .36 caliber bullets wouldn't stop a charging horse, but they sure would slow a man down!

He hurried to catch up to the women and rode the rest of the way with them to he herd. He talked to Josh for a few minutes, before riding off to tend to his scouting chores.

That evening, Andy passed out the pistols and holsters and started training the women on gun safety and the proper use of the pistol. The first thing he did was get them fitted with the gun belts so that they could carry their guns comfortably. Once that was done, he made sure that they understood the difference between half-cock and full-cock. He had them do some dry-firing just so they could get used to the feel of the gun, but he didn't want to push them too hard, since none of the women were really sure that they wanted to mess with guns. He overcame that argument with the simple question: what would they do if a friend's life was in danger, and the danger could only be overcome with a gun?

This was Andy's night with Jasmine, so they disrobed and lay down on their blankets. Andy asked, "Do you really like yer pussy hair? Ya know Elizabeth and Sun have gotten rid of their's?

"Yes, I know. We talked about it, but I didn't see any reason to crop mine. Would ya like fer me ta git rid of it. I would ifen ya want me ta."

"Yeah, I would like fer ya ta lose it. I feel like it gits in the way, sometimes. An' I shore don't like it in my mouth. I'd spend a whole lot more time chewin' on yer clit ifen ya got rid of the hair."

"Shit, I didn't know that! I'll git rid of it, tomorrow, cuz I shore do like fer ya ta chew on my clit and tongue my pussy. Now, let's git down ta business; I likes everythin' ya does ta me!" Jasmine had been learning to give blow jobs; that sort of wastage had been discouraged at the breeding farm, so she had been learning on the job as she serviced the Hoppers. She had a very large mouth, so she did not have as much trouble as the other women with getting those monster pricks past her teeth. However, she was having as much trouble overcoming the gag reflex as were the others. Jasmine practiced diligently every night; she had promised herself that one day she would successfully swallow Andy's cock, and she was determined to fulfill her vow.