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Hey can I borrow that nail file while I'm waiting?
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ooc: Well........maybe just a teenie bit happy.. Not sure.. hehe
IC:
Grinning I tossed off my cowboy hat and slid into his lap a little closer. Fitting together perfectly our bodies met as I slowly began to ride him.
Panting, I watched his eyes for the first moments and then lost in the sensations ravaged his lips with my own. Hunger that had long been denied by both of us was now pouring out. Unnoticing the water rhymicly sloshed out of the tub over and over again until very little remained.
Growling a little with his teasing, I tightened my thighs and pushed down harder on him, "Don't! Tease.. Ooooo! Me!" I panted out, shivering slightly from the temperature changes.
Both growing louder and hitting together harder, the near crazy pounding of our bodies should have been hurting.. Instead I was melting all over again... This was not just mating.. This was joining all over again.
Clutching him to me tightly, almost afraid to let go of him, I buried my head into his neck as I cried out in bliss. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, I tried to stifle the sounds but nothing could stop the deep cry from coming as the peak washed over me even harder than before.
"REIN!" I shouted out, "YES! GOD! I love you!" I whimpered, shattering into a million pieces, I did not think to guard my tongue, nor really care too much.
ooc: Well........maybe just a teenie bit happy.. Not sure..
heheIC:
Grinning I tossed off my cowboy hat and slid into his lap a little closer. Fitting together perfectly our bodies met as I slowly began to ride him.
Panting, I watched his eyes for the first moments and then lost in the sensations ravaged his lips with my own. Hunger that had long been denied by both of us was now pouring out. Unnoticing the water rhymicly sloshed out of the tub over and over again until very little remained.
Growling a little with his teasing, I tightened my thighs and pushed down harder on him, "Don't! Tease.. Ooooo! Me!" I panted out, shivering slightly from the temperature changes.
Both growing louder and hitting together harder, the near crazy pounding of our bodies should have been hurting.. Instead I was melting all over again... This was not just mating.. This was joining all over again.
Clutching him to me tightly, almost afraid to let go of him, I buried my head into his neck as I cried out in bliss. Teeth sinking into his shoulder, I tried to stifle the sounds but nothing could stop the deep cry from coming as the peak washed over me even harder than before.
"REIN!" I shouted out, "YES! GOD! I love you!" I whimpered, shattering into a million pieces, I did not think to guard my tongue, nor really care too much.
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OOC: Indeed as always a post worth waiting for. (Enough shmoozing?
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IC: I released my death grip on each side of the brass tub and groaned, content and drained for the moment as Rebecca curled against me, her body matching mine curve for hollow.
I had heard her words and wondered at them. Were they words of temporary passion or from her heart? I was almost over the surprise of finding her proud and nude in my tub and then she said this?
"Beck? Rebecca? Marshall? Oh hell" I stammered as I ran my hand over her hair and her cheek.
She had a way of making the most uncomfortable things even worse and she stuck to her mold now.
"Yes Rein? What was it you were going to say?" She spoke against my chest, kissing the skin and I could amost see her smirking. "What did you want?"
A sharp nip from her teeth and I felt a familiar stir below as her lips ran over my nipple.
"Damn Beck, Keep that up and we'll freeze to death in this tub" I groaned, my hand still stroking her hair and skin.
"Was that what you wanted to tell me my dear?" She cooed again and ran her own fingers through the hair on my chest. "That you're getting chiily?"
This time I could hear her chuckle and knew she KNEW exactly what she was doing and to WHO.
"Becky, I was trying to say that I heard the words you said and that" I stammered
"What words, hun?" She questioned and lifted her head to rest it on my shoulder and I could see she WAS smiling, though softly. "The ones where I told you not to tease me?"
"No, not those ones" I replied KNOWING she was getting her revenge for me teasing and more to boot. "The ones about..."
"Where I was praying to God?" She asked coyly and batted her eyelashes, her eyes serious under the lids despite her words and tone.
"No, after that" I tried again and pressed my lips to hers cutting off the next teasing reply. "Where you told me you loved me"
I paused, waiting for her to cut in again and getting instead her full attention, the swallowed and spit out the words.
"Cause if it was just said in the moment so to speak I can understand, but I wanted you to know I never stopped caring about you, never really gave up on us"
I expected a scathing retort and was startled by the moisture welling up in her eyes and cursed myself.
"I'm sorry Beck. I said something wrong" I mumbled, trying to shift out from underneath her and escape.
The door to the room rattled and I swung, reaching for my gun where I had hung it and meeting Rebecca's ahead of me, then we both swiveled them and ourselves towards the intruding sound and the face that poked thru it.
"Pete ya friggin idiot can't ya see we're busy?" I growled and uncocked my pistol. "What the HELL do you want?"
"NUH NUH NUTTIN Rein!" His red faced visage stammered, jaw wide open and I knew he wasn't staring at MY gun.
"Then get the hell OUT of here before I shoot you" Announced the Marshall beside me and I glanced over to see what Pete was staring at.
"But the telegraph?" Pete stammered and took his hat off, finally getting some manners.
"What telegraph Pete" The Marshall asked in her severe tone and cocked her pistol with an ominous double click.
Pete reached into his hat and pulled out a sheet of paper, dark lettering printed neatly on it and stammered.
"The one I was sent tah bring yah, cause I knew where ya were and with who"
He held the offending paper aloft and still goggling the Marshall's twin peaks stepped forward and then the ring of a pistol going off filled my ears.
"Put it on the floor and GET OUT" The Marshall growled and Pete hustled to obey, dropping the paper and tripping over himself as he went out the door and down the hall.
Grinning I swung out of what was left of the now cold water and to the floor, scooping up the paper and closing the door.
"What does it say?" Rebecca asked curiously as I scanned the paper "And when did you learn to read?"
"It says I'm leaving a lot earlier then I had hoped" I replied softly, rereading the terse words the third time, then reaching for a towel and my pants. "I'm sorry Beck, but maybe next time?"
I laid the telegraph that was addressed to me on the table and pulled my soogans on, then did the same with my pants and then...my holsters and guns. Rebecca had stood and daintly stepped out of the tub, taking her own towel and making me sigh as I looked at her full grown body and picking up the paper.
Trouble in Lonesome (stop) Need you here immediately (stop) Situation Desperate (stop)
"What does it mean?" She asked and I sighed again as she wrapped the towel around her, then replied.
"It means I gotta leave you and go. Go back to Texas and that ranch I was trying to build" I answered buttoning my shirt and shoving it into my pants. "I'm sorry Beck"
OOC: Indeed as always a post worth waiting for. (Enough shmoozing?
)IC: I released my death grip on each side of the brass tub and groaned, content and drained for the moment as Rebecca curled against me, her body matching mine curve for hollow.
I had heard her words and wondered at them. Were they words of temporary passion or from her heart? I was almost over the surprise of finding her proud and nude in my tub and then she said this?
"Beck? Rebecca? Marshall? Oh hell" I stammered as I ran my hand over her hair and her cheek.
She had a way of making the most uncomfortable things even worse and she stuck to her mold now.
"Yes Rein? What was it you were going to say?" She spoke against my chest, kissing the skin and I could amost see her smirking. "What did you want?"
A sharp nip from her teeth and I felt a familiar stir below as her lips ran over my nipple.
"Damn Beck, Keep that up and we'll freeze to death in this tub" I groaned, my hand still stroking her hair and skin.
"Was that what you wanted to tell me my dear?" She cooed again and ran her own fingers through the hair on my chest. "That you're getting chiily?"
This time I could hear her chuckle and knew she KNEW exactly what she was doing and to WHO.
"Becky, I was trying to say that I heard the words you said and that" I stammered
"What words, hun?" She questioned and lifted her head to rest it on my shoulder and I could see she WAS smiling, though softly. "The ones where I told you not to tease me?"
"No, not those ones" I replied KNOWING she was getting her revenge for me teasing and more to boot. "The ones about..."
"Where I was praying to God?" She asked coyly and batted her eyelashes, her eyes serious under the lids despite her words and tone.
"No, after that" I tried again and pressed my lips to hers cutting off the next teasing reply. "Where you told me you loved me"
I paused, waiting for her to cut in again and getting instead her full attention, the swallowed and spit out the words.
"Cause if it was just said in the moment so to speak I can understand, but I wanted you to know I never stopped caring about you, never really gave up on us"
I expected a scathing retort and was startled by the moisture welling up in her eyes and cursed myself.
"I'm sorry Beck. I said something wrong" I mumbled, trying to shift out from underneath her and escape.
The door to the room rattled and I swung, reaching for my gun where I had hung it and meeting Rebecca's ahead of me, then we both swiveled them and ourselves towards the intruding sound and the face that poked thru it.
"Pete ya friggin idiot can't ya see we're busy?" I growled and uncocked my pistol. "What the HELL do you want?"
"NUH NUH NUTTIN Rein!" His red faced visage stammered, jaw wide open and I knew he wasn't staring at MY gun.
"Then get the hell OUT of here before I shoot you" Announced the Marshall beside me and I glanced over to see what Pete was staring at.
"But the telegraph?" Pete stammered and took his hat off, finally getting some manners.
"What telegraph Pete" The Marshall asked in her severe tone and cocked her pistol with an ominous double click.
Pete reached into his hat and pulled out a sheet of paper, dark lettering printed neatly on it and stammered.
"The one I was sent tah bring yah, cause I knew where ya were and with who"
He held the offending paper aloft and still goggling the Marshall's twin peaks stepped forward and then the ring of a pistol going off filled my ears.
"Put it on the floor and GET OUT" The Marshall growled and Pete hustled to obey, dropping the paper and tripping over himself as he went out the door and down the hall.
Grinning I swung out of what was left of the now cold water and to the floor, scooping up the paper and closing the door.
"What does it say?" Rebecca asked curiously as I scanned the paper "And when did you learn to read?"
"It says I'm leaving a lot earlier then I had hoped" I replied softly, rereading the terse words the third time, then reaching for a towel and my pants. "I'm sorry Beck, but maybe next time?"
I laid the telegraph that was addressed to me on the table and pulled my soogans on, then did the same with my pants and then...my holsters and guns. Rebecca had stood and daintly stepped out of the tub, taking her own towel and making me sigh as I looked at her full grown body and picking up the paper.
Trouble in Lonesome (stop) Need you here immediately (stop) Situation Desperate (stop)
"What does it mean?" She asked and I sighed again as she wrapped the towel around her, then replied.
"It means I gotta leave you and go. Go back to Texas and that ranch I was trying to build" I answered buttoning my shirt and shoving it into my pants. "I'm sorry Beck"
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"So... that's it? Just going to leave again?" I couldn't believe I had been so gulible! Turning, I grabbed my clothes and quickly began to shove them on. I had to get out of here and get some air, I couldn't take this all over again.... a Small part of me knew this would happen.. He has a life and I have mine. If it wasn't for my own lands left to me by my father I would be tempted to beg him to take me with him... but I couldn't or wouldn't do that.
I didn't know which it was actually, I just knew I was not up for another one of these "Sorry i gotta go" things." I knew he had to go, I seen the telegraph and I didn't blame him.. I blamed myself.
"Well then... I guess this is good bye for now? Perhaps you might keep in touch this time?" I felt a lump rise in my throat and tugged on my boots. I didn't wait around for an answer, I didn't want to hear anything, and make promises we both knew might not be possible to keep.
"Duty calls.... " I turned and faced him for a moment, I wasnt sure if my heart was in my eyes or not, nor if the pain showed, I hoped not. I wouldn't make him choose between his dream and me.. Not now, not ever.
I moved over to him and kissed him quickly before he could speak, "Safe journey Rein." With that I pushed on my hat and quickly left the room. Stalking two steps down at a time, I freed the building and headed to the saloon. Stopping only long enough to grab a bottle of whiskey, pay and hop on Blacky, I rode off towards the ranch and a good long drinking binge to forget.
"So... that's it? Just going to leave again?" I couldn't believe I had been so gulible! Turning, I grabbed my clothes and quickly began to shove them on. I had to get out of here and get some air, I couldn't take this all over again.... a Small part of me knew this would happen.. He has a life and I have mine. If it wasn't for my own lands left to me by my father I would be tempted to beg him to take me with him... but I couldn't or wouldn't do that.
I didn't know which it was actually, I just knew I was not up for another one of these "Sorry i gotta go" things." I knew he had to go, I seen the telegraph and I didn't blame him.. I blamed myself.
"Well then... I guess this is good bye for now? Perhaps you might keep in touch this time?" I felt a lump rise in my throat and tugged on my boots. I didn't wait around for an answer, I didn't want to hear anything, and make promises we both knew might not be possible to keep.
"Duty calls.... " I turned and faced him for a moment, I wasnt sure if my heart was in my eyes or not, nor if the pain showed, I hoped not. I wouldn't make him choose between his dream and me.. Not now, not ever.
I moved over to him and kissed him quickly before he could speak, "Safe journey Rein." With that I pushed on my hat and quickly left the room. Stalking two steps down at a time, I freed the building and headed to the saloon. Stopping only long enough to grab a bottle of whiskey, pay and hop on Blacky, I rode off towards the ranch and a good long drinking binge to forget.
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I was fuming! I couldn't beleive how rotten my luck was going. First the hollow feeling when Rebecca gave me that look and moped off. Then the realization I had a two week ride on horse ahead of me or five days on that coal spitting train. Then the news the next train wasn't due for another day and a half.
I moved to the telegraph office and sent a reply, telling the foreman I was on my way and to expect me in one week. Nothing more and no hint of how I was going to arrive. Then stood wondering what the hell I was going to do for the next thirty six hours. Somehow the idea of getting pie faced wasn't all that appealing and eating was another bad idea. I knew following Rebecca out to her place was an even worse idea, she would shoot me then accuse me of toying with her "emotions".
Finally I had decided the best place to pass the time was in the back room of the saloon where the card games were and did just that. A few hours and several hundred dollars ahead I moved to excuse myself and found myself at the wrong end of a 44 revolver.
"Mistah, Ya don't wanna do this." I had warned and pushed the table into him, then drew my own 45 and cocking it, aimed it at his prone figure. "Just drop the hogleg and we'll forget the whole thing"
Which was of course exactly what he didn't do. Now I sat listening to Deputy Pete explaining to me I didn't dare leave town until the Marshall came and checked out my story and the fact I was still on several wanted posters in her desk. At least he didn't try to arrest me.
"Dammit Petey, The Marshall promised to rip those dang things up and ya KNOW I only winged that damn card shark" I tried explaining to the suddenly belligerent deputy.
"I aint makin no more mistakes about you. The Marshall is gunna hafta decide cause I'm tired of listenin to her chew me out when I try ta think"
Promising I would stay in town until the train rolled in seemed to satisfy Petey and I went back to my now empty room, cursing the wet floor and unused bed.
It was just my luck. Ride across the countryside to see the girl of my dreams and spend a single hour with her, then watch her ride off before I could repeat what she cut off when she shoved my head under the water. Now I was going to have to dodge town on a slow train knowing I could have spent another day with her in my room and possibly get a second chance at those words.
Just my luck.
I was fuming! I couldn't beleive how rotten my luck was going. First the hollow feeling when Rebecca gave me that look and moped off. Then the realization I had a two week ride on horse ahead of me or five days on that coal spitting train. Then the news the next train wasn't due for another day and a half.
I moved to the telegraph office and sent a reply, telling the foreman I was on my way and to expect me in one week. Nothing more and no hint of how I was going to arrive. Then stood wondering what the hell I was going to do for the next thirty six hours. Somehow the idea of getting pie faced wasn't all that appealing and eating was another bad idea. I knew following Rebecca out to her place was an even worse idea, she would shoot me then accuse me of toying with her "emotions".
Finally I had decided the best place to pass the time was in the back room of the saloon where the card games were and did just that. A few hours and several hundred dollars ahead I moved to excuse myself and found myself at the wrong end of a 44 revolver.
"Mistah, Ya don't wanna do this." I had warned and pushed the table into him, then drew my own 45 and cocking it, aimed it at his prone figure. "Just drop the hogleg and we'll forget the whole thing"
Which was of course exactly what he didn't do. Now I sat listening to Deputy Pete explaining to me I didn't dare leave town until the Marshall came and checked out my story and the fact I was still on several wanted posters in her desk. At least he didn't try to arrest me.
"Dammit Petey, The Marshall promised to rip those dang things up and ya KNOW I only winged that damn card shark" I tried explaining to the suddenly belligerent deputy.
"I aint makin no more mistakes about you. The Marshall is gunna hafta decide cause I'm tired of listenin to her chew me out when I try ta think"
Promising I would stay in town until the train rolled in seemed to satisfy Petey and I went back to my now empty room, cursing the wet floor and unused bed.
It was just my luck. Ride across the countryside to see the girl of my dreams and spend a single hour with her, then watch her ride off before I could repeat what she cut off when she shoved my head under the water. Now I was going to have to dodge town on a slow train knowing I could have spent another day with her in my room and possibly get a second chance at those words.
Just my luck.
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Sitting in the barn, nursing the bottle I watched with disinterest as Pete came riding slowly up to the ranch.
"Now what does he want!?" Grumbling about nosey people, I sat there glaring him down and getting one in return.
"Good evening Marshall." He emphisized the title as he climbed down off of his horse.
"What do ya want pete?" I growled at him yet again. I didn't want to listen to his shit. Not tonight!
"You left some unfinished business that has Rein trapped in town until the train comes tomorra.."
"I did?" I smirked a little, finding that funny.
"Yeah.. The wanted posters and his bounty?" He hiked up his pants which were a little too big for his scrawny ass and came over and sat down next to me. He glanced around and tried to get comfortable.
"How do ya women folk sit on hay without gittin' poked?!" He finally gave up and stood.
Shrugging I took another drink from the bottle and ignored him as best I could.
"I suppose you expect me to go riding back into town to help Rein out?"
"You did promise.."
"Yeah, I did.. And I can take care of the wanted posters at any time.. So why does it have to be right this instant?!" I snapped again.
"I don't know Beck... But you should think on it.. He's playin' at the saloon to pass the time and lookin' as sour as you are right now.. And I just came to see Christy.." He smiled, looking younger by the second. Sometimes I forgot he was younger than I was for how old he acted at times.
'Go on, she's inside making dinner or something.." He nodded and twisted to go but stopped, "You should swallow some pride Beck and ask some questions instead of sulkin' like a baby out here in the cold..... alone.." He sighed, shook his head and left.
"Good riddance!" I thought as he went inside the ranch house with Christy. Eyeing Blacky, I knew I had to go in and handle this... Not that I wanted to but all well.. Life was a bitch..
Sometime later......
Taking the wanted posters in with me to the telegraph office I sat down and wrote all the precise information down in the telegraph and the investigation tactics and the out come... All made up but it was true.. I knew several witness who had been there and reported it was a fair fight and he was provoked into drawing.
"Send this to Denver immediately and when the wire of clearance comes back, come get me at the jail." I nodded my head to the clerk and left. Going around the back way to not have to pass the saloon, I walked into the abandoned jail house and sat waiting.
Bottle in one hand and heartache in the other, I hate responcibility at times... About an hour later the telegraph was in and sighed by the justice of the peace in approval. This would be his freedom card until all the wanted posters were taken down in each territory.
Leaving my hat off and my hair down for a change, I grabbed the telegraph and set my hat on the rack. Eyeing my guns, I just shrugged them off as well and took my bottle. By now I was tipsy if not drunker than a skunk. My walk which I thought was straight, weaved back and forth as I made my way to the Saloon. I snuck inside quietly, getting some off looks for being in there in such a messy state. They still could not get over the fact I wore breeches instead of proper ladies wear.
I located him in the corner, "REIN!" I barked out, sitting on a stool before I fell. I was upset, drunk and now I was feeling like shooting him for shits and giggles.. Lucky for him I left them at the jail!
Sitting in the barn, nursing the bottle I watched with disinterest as Pete came riding slowly up to the ranch.
"Now what does he want!?" Grumbling about nosey people, I sat there glaring him down and getting one in return.
"Good evening Marshall." He emphisized the title as he climbed down off of his horse.
"What do ya want pete?" I growled at him yet again. I didn't want to listen to his shit. Not tonight!
"You left some unfinished business that has Rein trapped in town until the train comes tomorra.."
"I did?" I smirked a little, finding that funny.
"Yeah.. The wanted posters and his bounty?" He hiked up his pants which were a little too big for his scrawny ass and came over and sat down next to me. He glanced around and tried to get comfortable.
"How do ya women folk sit on hay without gittin' poked?!" He finally gave up and stood.
Shrugging I took another drink from the bottle and ignored him as best I could.
"I suppose you expect me to go riding back into town to help Rein out?"
"You did promise.."
"Yeah, I did.. And I can take care of the wanted posters at any time.. So why does it have to be right this instant?!" I snapped again.
"I don't know Beck... But you should think on it.. He's playin' at the saloon to pass the time and lookin' as sour as you are right now.. And I just came to see Christy.." He smiled, looking younger by the second. Sometimes I forgot he was younger than I was for how old he acted at times.
'Go on, she's inside making dinner or something.." He nodded and twisted to go but stopped, "You should swallow some pride Beck and ask some questions instead of sulkin' like a baby out here in the cold..... alone.." He sighed, shook his head and left.
"Good riddance!" I thought as he went inside the ranch house with Christy. Eyeing Blacky, I knew I had to go in and handle this... Not that I wanted to but all well.. Life was a bitch..
Sometime later......
Taking the wanted posters in with me to the telegraph office I sat down and wrote all the precise information down in the telegraph and the investigation tactics and the out come... All made up but it was true.. I knew several witness who had been there and reported it was a fair fight and he was provoked into drawing.
"Send this to Denver immediately and when the wire of clearance comes back, come get me at the jail." I nodded my head to the clerk and left. Going around the back way to not have to pass the saloon, I walked into the abandoned jail house and sat waiting.
Bottle in one hand and heartache in the other, I hate responcibility at times... About an hour later the telegraph was in and sighed by the justice of the peace in approval. This would be his freedom card until all the wanted posters were taken down in each territory.
Leaving my hat off and my hair down for a change, I grabbed the telegraph and set my hat on the rack. Eyeing my guns, I just shrugged them off as well and took my bottle. By now I was tipsy if not drunker than a skunk. My walk which I thought was straight, weaved back and forth as I made my way to the Saloon. I snuck inside quietly, getting some off looks for being in there in such a messy state. They still could not get over the fact I wore breeches instead of proper ladies wear.
I located him in the corner, "REIN!" I barked out, sitting on a stool before I fell. I was upset, drunk and now I was feeling like shooting him for shits and giggles.. Lucky for him I left them at the jail!
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I was in deep horseshit and I knew it as I rose and moved towards the stool she was perched precariously on.
I oughta kill ya for whacha did to me ya varmit” Becky announced and pushed her long hair away from her face for the second time, then took another long swig at the bottle in her other hand.
“I think you need to put the bottle down and be careful what you’re saying, Marshall” I replied carefully, not liking the effect her last statement had on the crowded room full of men. Taking advantage of a woman was right up there with horse stealing and both were hanging offenses in the territories, or worse.
“We BOTH know I didn’t do ANYTHING against the law to you, don’t WE.” I spoke loudly and holding my distance as she rose to her feet and swayed on them, her hair falling over her face and down the front of her half buttoned shirt.
What the heel you mean I gotta put down this bottle you hell?” She reversed the slurred words and glared at me. I kin drinkya under the table any day! I shoulda shotcha when I had the chance!
I grimaced but breathed a small sigh of relief as the crowd began to believe it was a matter between two friends and not as it first sounded.
“Because the bottle is empty, Beck, and has been since before you walked in here” I replied carefully, then ducked.
“I can’t shootcha but ah kin beetcha to death” She retorted and swung a lazy left roundabout which went over my crouching figure. “And ifya stop dancing I’ll showya how!”
The right hand with the bottle came around faster, smashing into my left shoulder and making me wince and before thinking I swung my own right fist, connecting perfectly with her chin. Regretting the reaction before she dropped I caught her with my left arm, wincing again as I lifted her over the shoulder and hearing the growing noises behind me, drew my right 45.
“OK Gents. This aint what it looks like and I’m going to ask you all to sit down” I yelled over the combined din of thirty men, then fired a round into the floor. “SIT DOWN!”
Making sure the back door was clear I moved into the narrow hall announcing I’d be forced to shoot the first man that came down it in fifteen minutes, then quickly backed down in and out the door. Gun holstered I wedged an old crate against it knowing it would slow the mob down less than a minute and then beat a fast retreat to the livery where I had stabled my horse.
“When this is cleared up again I don’t want another charge of hoss stealing against me” I told the stable hand tossing him a silver dollar as he stepped aside from saddling my horse and I tried to gently lay Rebecca’s limp form over the saddle and swing up along side her draped form.
Walking the horse out of the livery I moved into the dark night, thanking myself there was no moon as we lost ourselves into the inky darkness. An hour of riding and a small grove of trees later I hunched over a tiny fire, pouring cups of hot coffee and handing one to a very confused Marshall.
“Dang it Beck. You’re not going to believe this but I never wanted to leave you in the first place.” I tried to make up as she sipped her mud and glared thru her hair at me. “But I was sure there was no way you’d come with me to Texas and I’ll lose that place if I don’t show up with the reward money”
I was in deep horseshit and I knew it as I rose and moved towards the stool she was perched precariously on.
I oughta kill ya for whacha did to me ya varmit” Becky announced and pushed her long hair away from her face for the second time, then took another long swig at the bottle in her other hand.
“I think you need to put the bottle down and be careful what you’re saying, Marshall” I replied carefully, not liking the effect her last statement had on the crowded room full of men. Taking advantage of a woman was right up there with horse stealing and both were hanging offenses in the territories, or worse.
“We BOTH know I didn’t do ANYTHING against the law to you, don’t WE.” I spoke loudly and holding my distance as she rose to her feet and swayed on them, her hair falling over her face and down the front of her half buttoned shirt.
What the heel you mean I gotta put down this bottle you hell?” She reversed the slurred words and glared at me. I kin drinkya under the table any day! I shoulda shotcha when I had the chance!
I grimaced but breathed a small sigh of relief as the crowd began to believe it was a matter between two friends and not as it first sounded.
“Because the bottle is empty, Beck, and has been since before you walked in here” I replied carefully, then ducked.
“I can’t shootcha but ah kin beetcha to death” She retorted and swung a lazy left roundabout which went over my crouching figure. “And ifya stop dancing I’ll showya how!”
The right hand with the bottle came around faster, smashing into my left shoulder and making me wince and before thinking I swung my own right fist, connecting perfectly with her chin. Regretting the reaction before she dropped I caught her with my left arm, wincing again as I lifted her over the shoulder and hearing the growing noises behind me, drew my right 45.
“OK Gents. This aint what it looks like and I’m going to ask you all to sit down” I yelled over the combined din of thirty men, then fired a round into the floor. “SIT DOWN!”
Making sure the back door was clear I moved into the narrow hall announcing I’d be forced to shoot the first man that came down it in fifteen minutes, then quickly backed down in and out the door. Gun holstered I wedged an old crate against it knowing it would slow the mob down less than a minute and then beat a fast retreat to the livery where I had stabled my horse.
“When this is cleared up again I don’t want another charge of hoss stealing against me” I told the stable hand tossing him a silver dollar as he stepped aside from saddling my horse and I tried to gently lay Rebecca’s limp form over the saddle and swing up along side her draped form.
Walking the horse out of the livery I moved into the dark night, thanking myself there was no moon as we lost ourselves into the inky darkness. An hour of riding and a small grove of trees later I hunched over a tiny fire, pouring cups of hot coffee and handing one to a very confused Marshall.
“Dang it Beck. You’re not going to believe this but I never wanted to leave you in the first place.” I tried to make up as she sipped her mud and glared thru her hair at me. “But I was sure there was no way you’d come with me to Texas and I’ll lose that place if I don’t show up with the reward money”
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I couldn't remember all of the conversation but I did feel the pain. Sitting there under the tree I sulked, pouted and glared at him.
"You hit me." A statement. A simple statement I was going to kick his ass for! Pushing my hair out of my face as best I could, I knew it was a wild mass on top of my head, didn't care.
Glaring, I held the cup of coffee and was tempted to hurtle it at his head!
"You should have said something instead of being QUIET!" I shouted out and then dropped my mug in the dirt as I grabbed my head in pain.
"Ow! Shit! And a hang over on top of you socking me! and where the FUCK! am I?" I groaned, not wanting to move.
"I aughta.." I ended it there, too much pain to care and too upset to speak with idle threats we both knew I did not mean. A tear fell down my cheek as I tried to right myself, but the harder I tried the worse my appearence looked.
Sighing I gave up and sat there, head against the tree, willing it to stop beating so damned hard!
I couldn't remember all of the conversation but I did feel the pain. Sitting there under the tree I sulked, pouted and glared at him.
"You hit me." A statement. A simple statement I was going to kick his ass for! Pushing my hair out of my face as best I could, I knew it was a wild mass on top of my head, didn't care.
Glaring, I held the cup of coffee and was tempted to hurtle it at his head!
"You should have said something instead of being QUIET!" I shouted out and then dropped my mug in the dirt as I grabbed my head in pain.
"Ow! Shit! And a hang over on top of you socking me! and where the FUCK! am I?" I groaned, not wanting to move.
"I aughta.." I ended it there, too much pain to care and too upset to speak with idle threats we both knew I did not mean. A tear fell down my cheek as I tried to right myself, but the harder I tried the worse my appearence looked.
Sighing I gave up and sat there, head against the tree, willing it to stop beating so damned hard!
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Guilt. She was trying to load me with it not caring that I had missed my train and maybe with it the chance of the ranch I had started to build...for us!
"Jesus Beck, I shoulda shot you for nearly getting me hanged! It was bad enough the way you acted when you came in polluted, but when I tried to walk you out of there?"
Flicking my home rolled into the fire I grabbed the pot and cursed, remembering the enamel lined pot was HOT too late, then poured myself another cup of dark brew.
I knew how to handle a bar full of men ready to hang me, could face a pair of pistols without a qualm, but how did I handle this?
"Damn Beck I carried that ring around for years in the hope it could be the way it used to and if you woulda listened to me you woulda known"
I was helpless. Try and touch her in this mood and she might just try and pull one of my own guns on me, leave her alone and she might work herself up to even worse.
"Promise me ya'll behave and I'll let ya get some shuteye, then give ya a ride home in the mornin"
Guilt. She was trying to load me with it not caring that I had missed my train and maybe with it the chance of the ranch I had started to build...for us!
"Jesus Beck, I shoulda shot you for nearly getting me hanged! It was bad enough the way you acted when you came in polluted, but when I tried to walk you out of there?"
Flicking my home rolled into the fire I grabbed the pot and cursed, remembering the enamel lined pot was HOT too late, then poured myself another cup of dark brew.
I knew how to handle a bar full of men ready to hang me, could face a pair of pistols without a qualm, but how did I handle this?
"Damn Beck I carried that ring around for years in the hope it could be the way it used to and if you woulda listened to me you woulda known"
I was helpless. Try and touch her in this mood and she might just try and pull one of my own guns on me, leave her alone and she might work herself up to even worse.
"Promise me ya'll behave and I'll let ya get some shuteye, then give ya a ride home in the mornin"
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"You aren't in charge of me and when you figure that out Mr. Rein! We will get along much much better!" I stated smugly.
"And as for missing the train, I did not cause you to miss it.. You could have easily been there, without fussing over me... And you can still make the train, ride through Dead Horse Pass and get into Gatlin by morning, catch the train there." I smirked again, always had an answer for everything but what I needed to know!
"That Ring you threw on the ground back there? Yeah I can imagine you carried it for awhile... Too bad you never made the effort, nor did I to figure out the truth eh?" I was being a cynical witch with a huge hang over and a throbbing jaw.
"and as for behaving.... " I chuckled a little, "You know me better than that... I can wind my own way home, you need not babysit me Rein.." I stood up, a little wobbly but managed to get upright.
"I need to use. well.. Be back..." I turned and wandered off amoungst the sage brush and tumble weeds. I needed some air, some movement and less of him for the moment. I was too tempted to jump on him yet again.
Stopping by some trees I fished the ring out of my pocket. I was tempted to toss it away and at the same time tempted to return it to him. I glanced at the gold band wondering about all the "what if's" in our lives. Shaking my head, I stuffed it back into the pocket and stumbled my way through the dark back towards the camp fire.
"How far from town are we?"
"You aren't in charge of me and when you figure that out Mr. Rein! We will get along much much better!" I stated smugly.
"And as for missing the train, I did not cause you to miss it.. You could have easily been there, without fussing over me... And you can still make the train, ride through Dead Horse Pass and get into Gatlin by morning, catch the train there." I smirked again, always had an answer for everything but what I needed to know!
"That Ring you threw on the ground back there? Yeah I can imagine you carried it for awhile... Too bad you never made the effort, nor did I to figure out the truth eh?" I was being a cynical witch with a huge hang over and a throbbing jaw.
"and as for behaving.... " I chuckled a little, "You know me better than that... I can wind my own way home, you need not babysit me Rein.." I stood up, a little wobbly but managed to get upright.
"I need to use. well.. Be back..." I turned and wandered off amoungst the sage brush and tumble weeds. I needed some air, some movement and less of him for the moment. I was too tempted to jump on him yet again.
Stopping by some trees I fished the ring out of my pocket. I was tempted to toss it away and at the same time tempted to return it to him. I glanced at the gold band wondering about all the "what if's" in our lives. Shaking my head, I stuffed it back into the pocket and stumbled my way through the dark back towards the camp fire.
"How far from town are we?"
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"A couple ah miles or so" I answered sipping my now cooler coffee and watching the fire.
"You know Rebecca, you're right." I began referring to her speech before she headed for the bushes. "I'm not in charge of you and never dreamed I could be but I did dream we could be partners. You never forced me to do anything, even when you didn't return to town after three months it was my choice to leave, as it was my choice to return this time and help get your sister back to the one person that actually cared for her. And it was my choice to tap you on the chin and haul you out of that saloon, knowing you would have fought me if I had asked you to leave with me and probably got us both killed"
I stirred the glowing embers under the pot as well as the ones in my heart and looked up at Rebecca, a determined look in my eyes.
"I came back for a bunch of different reasons Rebecca. One I accomplished by seeing your sister safely home and to the life she belongs in. Another in getting rid of the bastard "Bull" and his bunch with your two ladies help and now being able to collect the rewards on their heads, making enough money after the three way split to pay off the ranch I've made and make sure that dream can't be taken away again."
I rose to my feet tossing the remnants of the cup into the fire and dropping it to the ground.
"But I wonder if I was crazy thinking once the truth came out you'd forgive and forget the imagined wrongs I done to you long enough to realize I love you, as much as the day I had it inscribed on the inside of that ring you're carrying in your pocket."
The day I went to the barn, eager to propose to her and join our lives together, the inscription "Forever My Love" inscribed on the inside of the band I was going to give to her. But instead I found a nightmare that didn't make sense until her sisters confession a short night ago.
"What did you carry in your pocket and your heart for all these years, Beck? You have what I carried in mine."
"A couple ah miles or so" I answered sipping my now cooler coffee and watching the fire.
"You know Rebecca, you're right." I began referring to her speech before she headed for the bushes. "I'm not in charge of you and never dreamed I could be but I did dream we could be partners. You never forced me to do anything, even when you didn't return to town after three months it was my choice to leave, as it was my choice to return this time and help get your sister back to the one person that actually cared for her. And it was my choice to tap you on the chin and haul you out of that saloon, knowing you would have fought me if I had asked you to leave with me and probably got us both killed"
I stirred the glowing embers under the pot as well as the ones in my heart and looked up at Rebecca, a determined look in my eyes.
"I came back for a bunch of different reasons Rebecca. One I accomplished by seeing your sister safely home and to the life she belongs in. Another in getting rid of the bastard "Bull" and his bunch with your two ladies help and now being able to collect the rewards on their heads, making enough money after the three way split to pay off the ranch I've made and make sure that dream can't be taken away again."
I rose to my feet tossing the remnants of the cup into the fire and dropping it to the ground.
"But I wonder if I was crazy thinking once the truth came out you'd forgive and forget the imagined wrongs I done to you long enough to realize I love you, as much as the day I had it inscribed on the inside of that ring you're carrying in your pocket."
The day I went to the barn, eager to propose to her and join our lives together, the inscription "Forever My Love" inscribed on the inside of the band I was going to give to her. But instead I found a nightmare that didn't make sense until her sisters confession a short night ago.
"What did you carry in your pocket and your heart for all these years, Beck? You have what I carried in mine."
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I listened to his words, wondering just what he expected from me? It had been so many years..
Truth was, even time wouldnt deminish the love we had and still felt. Though I was loathe to admit it, even to him at this particular moment, I did feel love for him. That was never in question.
The different dreams was what was in question. He wanted a ranch and a wife. I wanted a ranch too, but I wanted to keep my job as well. It was unheard of here to have a female marshall, but they got one anyway. And years of beating my head into a wall and getting shot at finally earned me some respect and the realization i was too damned stubborn to just up and leave! Even against all the odds, I remained.
Now he wanted me to pick up and move, settle into a house and raise babies!? How dull would life get? Or would it be a dream come true? I was scared to ask, to find out. And even more scared to let him go a second time.
"You stubborness Girl, will one day make you or break you!" Her Father's dying words. He knew how stubborn I was when I felt wronged, I was certain now that was why he used pride to get to me. To put the rift in between Rein and I.
It was also a known fact before my father did all this, I was content being a wife and loved the idea of being a mother. People change, things happen.
Sighing, I ran my hands up and down my face a few times, trying to think. Tensed up, coiled tighter than a rattle snake with an attitude, I was teetering on the edge of two decisions.
Which did I choose?
A long pause. No movements, not talking, not thinking really. Just listening to the night sounds and trying to clear my aching head.
"I've been wondering all these years why you haven't returned to me. I've held onto the dream.... that.." I fell silent again, sighing heavily and wondering why i would even want to say this and hope again?
"I held onto that dream we shared, the one you are making come true. Held onto the love til it became bitter and still kept you in my heart." There I said it, good or bad. Could I ever be what he wanted? It was truely a hard question to answer.
I listened to his words, wondering just what he expected from me? It had been so many years..
Truth was, even time wouldnt deminish the love we had and still felt. Though I was loathe to admit it, even to him at this particular moment, I did feel love for him. That was never in question.
The different dreams was what was in question. He wanted a ranch and a wife. I wanted a ranch too, but I wanted to keep my job as well. It was unheard of here to have a female marshall, but they got one anyway. And years of beating my head into a wall and getting shot at finally earned me some respect and the realization i was too damned stubborn to just up and leave! Even against all the odds, I remained.
Now he wanted me to pick up and move, settle into a house and raise babies!? How dull would life get? Or would it be a dream come true? I was scared to ask, to find out. And even more scared to let him go a second time.
"You stubborness Girl, will one day make you or break you!" Her Father's dying words. He knew how stubborn I was when I felt wronged, I was certain now that was why he used pride to get to me. To put the rift in between Rein and I.
It was also a known fact before my father did all this, I was content being a wife and loved the idea of being a mother. People change, things happen.
Sighing, I ran my hands up and down my face a few times, trying to think. Tensed up, coiled tighter than a rattle snake with an attitude, I was teetering on the edge of two decisions.
Which did I choose?
A long pause. No movements, not talking, not thinking really. Just listening to the night sounds and trying to clear my aching head.
"I've been wondering all these years why you haven't returned to me. I've held onto the dream.... that.." I fell silent again, sighing heavily and wondering why i would even want to say this and hope again?
"I held onto that dream we shared, the one you are making come true. Held onto the love til it became bitter and still kept you in my heart." There I said it, good or bad. Could I ever be what he wanted? It was truely a hard question to answer.
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"I never left you Beck, in my heart and in my mind I never gave you up and whan I stumbled across your sister and she told me the entire story in hopes of returning home?"
Could I tell her the complete truth of how after thinking she no longer wanted me I became the badman she always teased me of being? How I gunned down any man who looked at me cross eyed or sneered at me behind my back?
"For better or for worse Beck, those were the words I was ready to say and the promise I would have given to, if only I had known sooner what the real truth was."
I stood facing her, feeling the magnetism that existed between a man and a woman, and the sinking feeling in my stomach as well.
"I came back to tell you how I felt, how I've always felt about you despite the lies planted between us by your..."
It was no use. Neither of us could change the trail we traveled after so many years of riding along them.
"I was willing to share my life with you once, and forsaking that I'm still willing to give my life up for you, no claims to owning you, no chains to bind you to me if that's the way you see it."
It was a hard thing to admit, in a contest where I was the only hopeful winner I had come out second best, but I nodded at her judgement and how it was written on her face and in her eyes.
"I brought two bedrolls and in the morning I'll see you safely to your ranch and your life before saying goodbye, you can put my portion of the reward money in a drawer in the bank, perhaps someday I'll wire for it"
What waited for me in Texas mattered little to me, for without her I was bettter off on the outlaw trail I had set out for in the past.
It was out in the open then, two people who once could have been so right for each other, now moving down seperate trails.
"Neither of us ever backed down from a fight, remember?" I prompted with a sad smile thinking back to how many tomes we faced off with the kids who wanted to break us apart and failed as we stood together. "And I guess time hasn't changed that"
I had pulled out the forementioned bedrolls and tossed Rebecca hers moving to the opposite side of the now dying embers and rolling out my own. Like the fire the hottest part of me was slowly dying as well and I accepted it quietly, knowing it was the draw of the cards and how fate dealt them to me.
"Your headaches will both be gone in the morning Becky, so sleep well"
"I never left you Beck, in my heart and in my mind I never gave you up and whan I stumbled across your sister and she told me the entire story in hopes of returning home?"
Could I tell her the complete truth of how after thinking she no longer wanted me I became the badman she always teased me of being? How I gunned down any man who looked at me cross eyed or sneered at me behind my back?
"For better or for worse Beck, those were the words I was ready to say and the promise I would have given to, if only I had known sooner what the real truth was."
I stood facing her, feeling the magnetism that existed between a man and a woman, and the sinking feeling in my stomach as well.
"I came back to tell you how I felt, how I've always felt about you despite the lies planted between us by your..."
It was no use. Neither of us could change the trail we traveled after so many years of riding along them.
"I was willing to share my life with you once, and forsaking that I'm still willing to give my life up for you, no claims to owning you, no chains to bind you to me if that's the way you see it."
It was a hard thing to admit, in a contest where I was the only hopeful winner I had come out second best, but I nodded at her judgement and how it was written on her face and in her eyes.
"I brought two bedrolls and in the morning I'll see you safely to your ranch and your life before saying goodbye, you can put my portion of the reward money in a drawer in the bank, perhaps someday I'll wire for it"
What waited for me in Texas mattered little to me, for without her I was bettter off on the outlaw trail I had set out for in the past.
It was out in the open then, two people who once could have been so right for each other, now moving down seperate trails.
"Neither of us ever backed down from a fight, remember?" I prompted with a sad smile thinking back to how many tomes we faced off with the kids who wanted to break us apart and failed as we stood together. "And I guess time hasn't changed that"
I had pulled out the forementioned bedrolls and tossed Rebecca hers moving to the opposite side of the now dying embers and rolling out my own. Like the fire the hottest part of me was slowly dying as well and I accepted it quietly, knowing it was the draw of the cards and how fate dealt them to me.
"Your headaches will both be gone in the morning Becky, so sleep well"
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I lay there all night tossing and turning, and hearing the same thing from across the dead fire pit.
Neither could speak, both lost in their own misery... I knew my time was up when the sun began to rise over the mountains.
Sitting up in the bedroll, I pulled out the ring and read the inscription one more time.
I could ride outta here and have a normal life, all my own, do as I please....... and be alone the rest of my life.
Or..
I could take a chance we would still be good for each other and make both of our dreams a reality, the past be damned and the future drawn out differently..
Rising from the bedroll, I made my way over to his side and knealt down beside him. I met his cold dark eyes, the sadness still lingering there.
"Don't speak." I whispered, "I am terrible with this sort of thing and I want to get it over with quickly and painlessly as possible.. for both our sakes!"
His eyes widened, I knew he thought bad news was coming, I knew he expected the worst from me.
Taking his hand off of his chest and lifting it, I cleared my throat and spoke with a stern but firm voice, "I can't promise you I will listen, behave or follow orders.. I might burn dinner, curse and swear infront of the hired hands and defy you for shits and giggles.. but I am wondering if you would still marry me knowing all that?" Ok so it wasn't a traditional proposal, but it worked.
Holding his ring he had made for me out to him, I smiled as his eyes widened and held mine.
I lay there all night tossing and turning, and hearing the same thing from across the dead fire pit.
Neither could speak, both lost in their own misery... I knew my time was up when the sun began to rise over the mountains.
Sitting up in the bedroll, I pulled out the ring and read the inscription one more time.
I could ride outta here and have a normal life, all my own, do as I please....... and be alone the rest of my life.
Or..
I could take a chance we would still be good for each other and make both of our dreams a reality, the past be damned and the future drawn out differently..
Rising from the bedroll, I made my way over to his side and knealt down beside him. I met his cold dark eyes, the sadness still lingering there.
"Don't speak." I whispered, "I am terrible with this sort of thing and I want to get it over with quickly and painlessly as possible.. for both our sakes!"
His eyes widened, I knew he thought bad news was coming, I knew he expected the worst from me.
Taking his hand off of his chest and lifting it, I cleared my throat and spoke with a stern but firm voice, "I can't promise you I will listen, behave or follow orders.. I might burn dinner, curse and swear infront of the hired hands and defy you for shits and giggles.. but I am wondering if you would still marry me knowing all that?" Ok so it wasn't a traditional proposal, but it worked.
Holding his ring he had made for me out to him, I smiled as his eyes widened and held mine.
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I took the ring from her hand and suddenly fely my own trembling. Trembling!
I broke the look of openess Becky was giving me, allowing me to see into her unguarded and defenseless, and wondered how long it had been for her to allow that.
"Beck, All I've ever dreamed of is us" I replied softly, looking from my now still hand to hers as I took it with my own. "Not some fairybook tale we used to read in school, just us"
She was giving up everything she stood for, everything she fought for in the hope we could be what we were before...
"There's a ranch on the border of Mexico named after you and it would be my honor to take you there as my wife"
I slid the ring on her finger and then lifted the hand, kissing it with my lips before closing it gently and holding it to my chest.
And with those words I lifted my eyes to hers and nodded, knowing the journey for us was about to begin.
"And once you've seen it Beck, we can decide together where we'll spend the rest of our lives"
I took the ring from her hand and suddenly fely my own trembling. Trembling!
I broke the look of openess Becky was giving me, allowing me to see into her unguarded and defenseless, and wondered how long it had been for her to allow that.
"Beck, All I've ever dreamed of is us" I replied softly, looking from my now still hand to hers as I took it with my own. "Not some fairybook tale we used to read in school, just us"
She was giving up everything she stood for, everything she fought for in the hope we could be what we were before...
"There's a ranch on the border of Mexico named after you and it would be my honor to take you there as my wife"
I slid the ring on her finger and then lifted the hand, kissing it with my lips before closing it gently and holding it to my chest.
And with those words I lifted my eyes to hers and nodded, knowing the journey for us was about to begin.
"And once you've seen it Beck, we can decide together where we'll spend the rest of our lives"
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I nodded my head in agreement and smiled, "I might shoot you too for popping me one, but I'll debate that for later.." I winked at him and then shoved him back into his sleeping roll and laid down ontop of him.
"Well, looks like you are stuck with me yet again.. Lucky you eh?" I grinned and kissed him softly just once.
"We best.. ride out sometime.. soon?" I whispered, adjusting a little on his body and wondering If I was going to get up any time soon judging from his condition very evidently pressing against me?
I nodded my head in agreement and smiled, "I might shoot you too for popping me one, but I'll debate that for later.." I winked at him and then shoved him back into his sleeping roll and laid down ontop of him.
"Well, looks like you are stuck with me yet again.. Lucky you eh?" I grinned and kissed him softly just once.
"We best.. ride out sometime.. soon?" I whispered, adjusting a little on his body and wondering If I was going to get up any time soon judging from his condition very evidently pressing against me?
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I grinned in agreement as she straddled me and rubbed herself experimentally across me.
"I am the luckiest person in the world, Beck, when you're with me"
Pulling her to me I kissed her and felt the dormant passion rise to the surface again as she responded to me and the kiss. Her body slid flat against mine, her groin bumping mine as I took her hands in mine...and rolled over.
"And if we pack our gear and cross the gully behind us we'll be just in time to stop the train south and board it." I told her gently, my face pressed to hers as I watched her eyes with my twinkling ones. "I reserved a private berth and think we can put it to good use"
Rebecca's face clouded and then cleared, a laugh escaping from her as she pushed me off and rose to her feet, then grabbed her saddle and bedroll as the sound of a whistle came to us.
"Why didn't you tell me how close we were to the tracks you big lug?" She commented as we both packed our gear in a frenzied hurry and moved to our horses.
"Because I wasn't going to leave without you" I grinned and told her the truth as we cinched our saddles and swung onto the horses. "One way or another you're stuck with me as well"
Spurring our horses Blacky quickly took the lead over my smaller gruella as we raced thru the gully and towards the traintracks. The sight of her hair flying over her shoulders and her figure moving in unison with her horse made me grin as we raced towards the train and our future...
I was indeed the luckiest man alive!
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I grinned in agreement as she straddled me and rubbed herself experimentally across me.
"I am the luckiest person in the world, Beck, when you're with me"
Pulling her to me I kissed her and felt the dormant passion rise to the surface again as she responded to me and the kiss. Her body slid flat against mine, her groin bumping mine as I took her hands in mine...and rolled over.
"And if we pack our gear and cross the gully behind us we'll be just in time to stop the train south and board it." I told her gently, my face pressed to hers as I watched her eyes with my twinkling ones. "I reserved a private berth and think we can put it to good use"
Rebecca's face clouded and then cleared, a laugh escaping from her as she pushed me off and rose to her feet, then grabbed her saddle and bedroll as the sound of a whistle came to us.
"Why didn't you tell me how close we were to the tracks you big lug?" She commented as we both packed our gear in a frenzied hurry and moved to our horses.
"Because I wasn't going to leave without you" I grinned and told her the truth as we cinched our saddles and swung onto the horses. "One way or another you're stuck with me as well"
Spurring our horses Blacky quickly took the lead over my smaller gruella as we raced thru the gully and towards the traintracks. The sight of her hair flying over her shoulders and her figure moving in unison with her horse made me grin as we raced towards the train and our future...
I was indeed the luckiest man alive!
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Thank You SweetP for the wonderful writing and the wild ride!
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