Chapter 1

There was no other way to put it, the south had been fucked by the civil war. Some say they deserved it and I won't argue with anyone who thinks that. I'll admit there were a bunch of shitasses who treated their niggers awful bad. The ones who treated them all right still did them a big disservice by keeping them as slaves in the first place.

Still, the Yankees went through the south like a dose of salts when they finally won. When I heared other southerners bitching about it I'd always ask them "Well, what'd'ya expect?"

I caught on pretty fast that the south wasn't the place to be for a few years at least. Even though I'd been borned and raised in northern Alabama I didn't take part in the war. I would have signed up when it started but I was only twelve then and they wouldn't have me with me being so young.

By the time I turned sixteen and considered myself a man grown I had better sense than to join the already lost fight.

My pa hadn't been smart enough to stay out of it even though he knew good and well the glorious cause was already lost. He sent my mama back to Pennsylvania where they'd come from to stay with her folks and he rode off and left our place to my older brother, Bob. It weren't no big gift in my opinion.

We raised cotton and with the niggers going to be turned loose after the war was over, we all knowed it was coming, we damned sure weren't going to raise much at all. I gathered my possibles, which included a Sorrel stallion, a damned good mule, and a model 1866 Winchester in 44 rim fire. I had two revolvers, one was a third model Dragoon and the other was a Colt Army model 1860. Both were .44 caliber but the Dragoon was so damned heavy I carried it as a horse pistol while the Colt Army was light enough to carry on my hip. I was glad to get hold of it since the only other revolvers I considered light enough to carry on my hip were all Navy or .36 caliber guns.

I had heard the Yankees were getting ready to make a push through Alabama in a couple of weeks so I gathered my things, packed up the mule, and saddled my Stallion. I told Bob I was leaving and he said he thought I was smart and was considering taking off himself. He was married though and had a couple of young kids. I think his wife talked him into staying, but for myself I couldn't see why.

No matter, he had to do what he had to do. He did share out five hundred dollars in gold with me to help me on my way and I thanked him, spent one last night in the only home I'd ever known, and took off just after sunrise the next morning.

I took off north, through Tennessee and up into Missouri, striking out for Independance. I was going west to get away from the remains of the war. I picked up a Henry rifle in Memphis and at the same time I had my Walker Colt .44 converted to use the .44 rimfire cartridges like my Henry and Remington used. I bought a saddle scabbard for the Henry to fit on the opposite side of my Winchester. They both used the 44 rimfire cartridge and I was glad enough that I wouldn't have to carry two or three different type of shells for them.

I was within twenty miles of Independence before any trouble found me. A couple of wanna be bad men tried to hold me up just outside Lees Summit, but I'd figured as much when they came riding out of the woods along side the road. One of them pulled a pistol on me, but with my suspicious nature I already had my hand on one of my conversion revolvers and was pulling it as he drew.

I hit him right in the chest and it knocked him off his horse so I went ahead and shot the other one since he was grabbing for his gun too. I hit him in the left chest and it put him on the ground too. I sat right where I was and thumbed two new cartridges into the empty chambers before I reholstered the big cannon and climbed down to see what I'd done.

They were both deader than shit and it was exactly what I'd had in mind. I noticed the 44 rimfires made hellacious holes in them, especially out the back side. They must have been having better luck robbing other people than they had with me. They both had money belts and when I pulled them off and counted the money they each had nearly exactly the same ammount. One did have twenty dollars more at $250 to the other ones $230 but either way you slice it this was a damned profitable robbery for me.

They each had .36 Patterson pistols and each of them also had a damned nearly new Henry rifle. I dug around in their saddle bags and came up with six hundred of the .44 rimfire cartridges along with a bullet mold and about three hundred bullets for the Pattersons already cast and five pounds of black powder in a leather bag. I even stripped off their clothes and tied them to their saddles. Neither of their boots would come even close to fitting my big feet so I tied them on too and dragged the bodies out into the roadside woods.

One of them had a lariat on his saddle and I used it to make a lead rope for their horses. The horses weren't much but I led them along until I came to the place where they'd rode out of the woods.

I turned in to make sure they didn't have a campsite nearby, but I'd only made it about fifty feet from the road when I heard a yelling voice. I tied Red to a handy tree and tied the lariat I'd turned into a lead rope to the next one over and headed for the voices I'd heard, on foot.

I wasn't no injun by a long shot, but I had learned how to get along in the woods without making a bunch of racket. I slipped up on the camp and was mighty surprised.

There was a big wagon hidden out in the woods and two men were lazing around a campfire. I settled in behind a nearby bush and just listened a while.

"Wonder what in the hell Clyde and Cletus are thinking, trying to find one more person to rob. We've already got that first wagon hid in the woods up younder and now we've got this 'un. We ain't even been through neither and there's that woman and her daughter in the one here." a rail thin, scroungy looking and ferret faced man said to a hog fat and lazy assed looking partner of his lying near the fire.

"You know them two. They think they've discovered a new way to do things by waiting in the woods and riding out to rob people." the fat one said.

He was the most dangerous looking one since he had his revolver lying on his fat belly easy to hand. By now I'd decided they must somehow be in cahoots with the two I'd already done for, and from the looks of their camp, with an older man lying in a puddle of blood and brains near presumably his wagon I figured these were just two more robbers.

"Let 'em stay out there and look around all they want. If they ain't back in half an hour or so I'm gonna get started on that'uns woman and daughter," the skinny one said.

"Is you gonna fuck that little girl too? She ain't even nearly old enough yet," the lard ass said.

"You know my take on things. If she's old enough to pee she's old enough for me," the skinny one said, and then laughed.

I'd already pulled my Walker Colt conversion and I was lining up on the revolver on the fat one's stomach. He brought his hand up to it then as if to grasp it so I fired. It hit his hand nearly in the middle and the bullet must have gone on through and knocked the gun off him.

He'd just started yelling as the skinny one started looking around and put his hand on his gun. I shot him in the breast bone and the big .44 knocked him back over on his ass. This set the fat one to looking for his revolver and from the way he was half crawling around I figured he was hoping to get it with his left hand and do some good. It was obvious he wouldn't be able to handle it with his right hand.

I stood then with my Colt in my hand and told him to be still or I'd shoot him again. Some people just won't listen to good advice and he kept looking for his gun so I shot him in the back of his fat head. Man, it was a caution what his face looked like after that bullet went all the way through his brain and came out the other side. Both his eyes were bulged out of their sockets and that was just the start of the damage.

I went over to the wagon then and scratched on the canvass.

"Hello. Who are you?" a woman's voice asked and then I saw the prettiest little red faced redhead looking at me from out of the back of the wagon.

"I'm Jake Thornton ma'am. I just killed these two out here. It sounded to me like they were holding you captive," I said.

"Thank Jesus. They were holding us captive and they've been talking about raping Me and Susy all day long. Are you sure they're both dead?" she asked.

"Yes'm, they're dead all right. These two ain't never gonna bother you again." I said.

"He's right mama. That fat Jim is shot in the head so bad it knocked his eyes out, and the skinny one, Cal, has a big old hole in his chest and the blood is just pouring out of it. They're dead all right." the one called Susy said.

"What about Clyde, and Cletus?" the woman asked.

"I don't see them nowhere nor their horses neither," Susy said.

"Ma'am, I think I ran into Clyde and Cletus out on the road earlier. They're both dead if it's the same two," I said.

We went over what the two looked like and decided we were both talking about the same men. To make sure I asked about their horses and she said one was a good looking bay mare and the other was riding a skinny scroungy looking Cayuse stallion. There were no doubts then and I walked off, gathered them up and brought them back into camp.

I introduced myself to the woman when I brought them back and she told me her name was Jane Gossage. It nearly caught in her throat for a second and she looked over at the body that had been lying there through my whole time.

I looked around on her wagon, found a shovel, and started a hole to plant him in. After it was dug Jane came out of the wagon and helped me lower her former husband into the hole. When he was in his final resting place she said a few words over him and then said a prayer. She left me to cover him up then and I figured it was part of the deal she didn't want to watch.

"Aren't you going to bury the other two?" Susy asked.

"No, I'm not, Susy. I'm going to strip their clothes off later and leave them for the animals to have for supper. It's better than they deserve but I'm not going to waste the time to cut them up in pieces and scatter them out," I said.

Jane and I gathered up everything that was worth having from the camp and put it in the wagon. I tied Joe and the mule onto the back end of the wagon, hitched the team and then we all got aboard and I headed for the road. We hadn't gone two miles before Jane pointed off into the woods and I could see where a wagon had come through there not long ago.

"The trader's wagon is back in there and I think his mules are tied up near it," Jane said. I turned the wagon down the barely visible trail and in less than five minutes we pulled up to a wagon. There was a dead body near the front of it too and I took the shovel again and buried it.

There were eight mules tied up to trees and I took a lead rope and got each one and took them to a nearby creek to water them. When that was done I hitched them all to the trader's wagon and then moved it to the back of Jane's wagon and tied the tongue to the back of her wagon, bundled the reins, tied them in a knot, and lay them in the wagon's seat box.

The trader's mules were smart enough to pull when I started Jane's wagon and so we did all right going down the road.

We came to a little town after about ten miles and I made a deal to leave both wagons and all the horses and mules with a livery stable for the night.

Jeb, the livery man said the Cayuse looked wormy and asked if I wanted it to get a treatment. It only cost two dollars and I went for it, mostly just hoping it would do some good.

I led Jane and Susy over toward the only hotel in town then and told them I'd get a room for them to sleep in and I'd come back and sleep in the wagon.

"No, if you aren't staying in the room with us we're gong to sleep in the wagon too. This is the first time I've felt safe since we started this trip and I want to keep on feeling safe," Jane said, and I recognized it as an I have spoken statement.

They only had three rooms available and they were all the same size. At lest they had a big bed and we could all have a bath with hot water for an extra dollar. I paid for it, but was surprised when the boy only brought one long country bathtub. It was a little like a washtub, but kinda stretched out longways.

A girl came back with him a few minutes later and they both had buckets of hot water and poured them in. The boy said just call them when we were done and they'd come dump the water.

I sat on the edge of the bed to get my boots off and I was surprised to see Jane and Susy start off with their clothes. Neither stopped until they were buck naked and then into the tub Jane went with Susy getting in right behind her.

It was only now I realized what a treasure I'd found. Jane wasn't a bit fat, but she was lushly appointed with fat jiggling titties and a round and fim ass. He legs were trim and sleek and I quickly saw Susy was her daughter and made mostly the same. Susy was a little thinner though, but it had to be her young age. Both of them had dark auburn hair and sparkling green eyes and they each had a light dusting of freckles around and above their titties. Of course Susy had mostly nipples and puffy areolas, but Jane's, as I said earlier, were fat and full with rather large nipples that had seen some battle damage, no doubt from nursing Susy.

By the time I got my clothes off my dick was standing straight out and I noticed right away it had both Jane's and Susy's attention. I took up the washrag and soap and went over to wash their backs and all other places they'd allow and by the time I was done my dick was throbbing.

They washed me next and rinsed me off when they were done. As I stepped out of the tub Jane took to me with a towel and dried me off. She surprised me when she was done since she led me to the bed and then ploppled down in the middle of it. I just stood by the side of it until she grabbed my hand and pulled me in.

"I've just found you, but I ain't letting you get away. I want you to do your duty and stake your claim on mer. I need it and Susy needs to see how it's done," Jane said, and then she spread her legs a little.

Hell, who was I to argue. I leaned over and kissed her lips right away and my hands found her titties with no trouble. It didn't take long for me to know she really did want it and when I moved my legs between hers she reached down and took hold of my dick, placing it to her entrance, all the while telling Susy what she was doing.

All the while I'd been trying to figure out how to tell her this wasn't necessary for me to keep on taking care of them, but when she moved my cock knob up and back between her slippery lips I gave it up as a bad job and thrust when she had me in place.

I knew at once this wasn't no whore's pussy I was slidding into. It was wet and snug, and warm up there. I kissed her harder and began pumping. Of course I'd like to say I fucked her all night long, but I never. She felt fine inside and I could even feel her squeezing my dick with her insides and I barely held on long enough to get her off before I was spurting deep inside her and listening to her moan and sob over how good it was. I only hoped she was telling the truth about how I made her feel because she was doing the same to me, in spades.