Outlawed (Closed)

Campo almoat jumped out of his skin as Erin snuggled up to him. She slid under his right arm, her head on his shoulder. Her body was pressed tight against his, he could feel each and every one of her curves. Her right arm wrapped around his waist, the palm of her hand resting on his left hip.

It was one of the most wonderfully correct feelings he had ever felt.

He whispered into her ear, "Don't worry about me, get some sleep."

He glanced down his eyes captivated by the contrast of her skin and his. His breathing was not quite shallow gasps of air, but neither was it the smooth easy cadence he was accustomed to.
 
The feeling of Campo's body pressed against hers was tantalizing. She lay her cheek against his hard shoulder and sighed, stifling another yawn. She noticed the difference in their skin as well. She couldn't help thinking how appalled her father would be if he saw what she was doing. but nothing had ever felt so good to Erin. She felt her eyelids begin to droop some.
 
As time crept by, Erin slept against Campo's shoulder leaving him to ponder his attraction to the palr skinned woman.

Her prettiness was un deniable, he had good looks to spare. But that was not the appeal, though it did have an impact.

He heard some horses in the distance that sounded like they were looking for Erin. The sound retreated as they turned down the wrong trail.

Campo breathed a sigh of relief, both at the retreating sound and the fact his body finally stopped its uncontrolled reactions.
 
Erin slept soundly, feeling safe and content in Campo's arms, which was completely ironic as he was the reason that she was not safe at home in the first place.

After a few hours he shifted beneath her and it startled her awake. She sat up and looked around, eyes heavy with sleep. She yawned softly and then sat up farther, stretching.

"How long have I slept?" she asked softly, her eyes taking in Campo's still naked form. It was growing darker and the air was cooling rapidly. She knew he would soon grow chilled if he didnt get dressed again.
 
Campo extricated himself from under Erin as she began to wake fully. "You slept most of the day which is good. We have a long way to travel tonight."

Campi stepped to the rock where his clothes were drying and began to dress.

"There is a farm not too far from here, we can head there to get some food, and maybe a different dress for you to wear."
 
Erin stood as well, stretching and nodding.

"Yea I don't think this dress is good for traveling..." she commented. "My mother would be appalled at how I look right now" she said softly and smiled, shrugging.

"So... there are other women where we are going, right?"
 
Campo settled the gun belt on his hips as he glanced up at Erin. "Noooo," he drawled out, trying to think how he gave her the idea. "I live alone, it will be you and I there."

He stood bracing himself for her reaction as he asked, "Does that change your mind?"
 
Erin digested this information for a moment. She drew in a deep breath. A life of just her and Campo. She shook her head no.

"It doesn't change my mind. I still want to stay with you". She looked at him some more, thoughtful. "I don't know why I want to be with you so much. But it seems right to me..."
 
Campo nodded at Erin's reply her voice gave air to his thoughts. He stepped into the stream and began working his way back upstream. "About half an hour is a farm house, when we arrive there, I want you to stay where I put you while I go inside and steal some food and clothes."
 
Erin followed along behind him, the cold water biting at her feet.

"Will you... will you be in danger?" she asked as they made their way along the stream bed.

Her voice conveyed her worry as she followed along behind him. The idea of Campo putting himself in danger caused Erin's pulse and heart rate to speed up.
 
Campo could hear Erin's unsteady gait through the stream and slowed down allowing her to use his shoulder to help steady her.

"There is always a risk when stealing from a farm house, they all have rifles."

He saw the concern in her eyes, "Don't worry it will be dark by the time we arrive, most of you white people are very afraid of the night. I won't hurt them."
 
Erin gratefully used campo's broad shoulder for support."Thanks" she murmured."I'm usually afraid of the dark.. but with you I don't feel afraid" she commented."It makes me worried that you are risking yourself. I don't want you to be hurt". Her slim fingers were still clinging to his shoulder as they walked
 
Her hand on his shoulder was far more distracting than it should have been. Warm and clammy, if felt so tantilizingly wonderful that his heart started to beat a little faster. As she explained that it was him that she worried about and not the farm family he stopped short, the two of them almost tumbling into the creek as Erin ran into him.

He turned and searched her face, looking for any sign of a lie or duplicity.

Erin was so close their breathing imtermingled. "You are a very strange woman Erin. I just kidnapped you, yet it is my safety you worry about."
 
Erin was following so closely to Campo that his sudden stop made her run into him- her breasts flattening against his back. When he searched her eyes he saw nothing but honey and worry.

Erin shook her head at his comment."Don't ask me why I feel that way but the way I see it, if you were such a bad guy you would have done something horrible to me by now. You arent a bad guy Campo. I trust you".
 
"Actually, I am. I swore once that I would never rape a woman, but that doesn't make me a nice guy."

He turned back upstream beginning to walk again. A short time later he found the rock formation he was looking for. Campo guided Erin to the rocks and helped her up onto them.

"You'll be safe here, I will be back."
 
Erin was relieved to hear he had never raped anyone. And he had yet to hurt her in any way or form. He guided her to some rocks and told her to wait there. She did as he asked, waiting wig baited breath.

It seemed to take forever. She shivered in the cold night air, her breath making puffs of did in he air. Suddenly she heard something moving behind her and froze. She stifled the urge to call out, afraid it wasn't Campo.
 
Campo pulled himself from the stream and worked his way quickly and quietly to the farm house. The moon provided plenty of light to see by, somewhere near half full, the night cloudless.

Arriving at the farm house he sat in the tree line watching the house, which was quiet and still.

Making his was closer his nose picked up the scent of blood. As he passed the corral he saw the horses all laid in pools of their own blood.

"No time for curiosity," he whispered to himself.

Letting himself into the house, the sickly sweet stench of death over powered him.

Quickly going though the house he found the bedroom where he discovered the scalped bodies of the family. Shaking his head, Campo grabbed a couple dresses for Erin. Seeing that the dead woman was taller and bigger than Erin he didn't bother with boots or shoes.

Going into the room for the children, Campo looked at the bodies in disgust.
Grabbing the oldest boy's boots from the floor, Campo made his way back to the rock.

Erin was sitting where he left her. Rattlimg some bush branches, he alerted hr to his presence after he had watched her long enough to know she was alone.

"Put these on, and quickly. We are heading North instead of to my camp."
 
Erin was relieved to hear Campo's voice, but then startled by the urgency in his voice. She did as he asked without hesitation but she spoke as she did it.

"What did you see, Campo? What happened?" she asked, her body quivering some. "Why can't we go to your camp?"
 
Campo didn't bother with modesty or mincing his words as Erin began to take the remnamts of the emerald dress off, "The whole family and all of their animals were dead when I got there."
 
Erin gasped softly, only pausing briefly. Erin stripped down until she was completely naked in the pale moonlight, not worried about modesty. She then slipped on the overly-large dress and the shoes he had brought back. It would be much easier to move like this.

"Who do you think...?" she let her words trail off. "Are we in danger?" she walked up to Campo and placed her hand on his forearm trying to draw in strength from him.
 
As Erin discarded her dress and undergarmets, Campo picked them up and put them in his bag, which was near bursting.

"Yes, one of us at least. They tried to make it look like one of my kind did it."
 
Erin gasped softly. "But it... it wasnt your kind? Theyre trying to frame you? Who would do that? My... my family?" she stuttered. Her mind was whirling.
 
Campo gently grabbed her arm and went back into the stream heading back the way they had just came.

"I don't know Erin. I heard some riders while you slept, could have been them."
 
Erin followed along behind Campo, stumbling a bit. His touch was gentle but firm as he pulled her with him."What.... what are we gonna do?" she asked.
 
Campo worked their way down stream the current occasionally threatening to knock their knees out from under them.

"Away from here, far away. If we can make it to the north east portion of Texas, I think we will be okay."

After a couple minutes Campo asked, "Are you sure you want to come, things will be much harder now."
 
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