The story thus far: Seeking a missing Texas Ranger, our old acquaintance The Tequila Kid comes across a poor family named Miller. Like many others in the area, this widow Sarah and her two little girls, Amy and Cindy, have been brutalized by a wealthy scoundrel named McCuller, who intends to drive away all the owners of small farms and ranches in the area and take their land. Later, drying off from heavy rain at the local stable, Sheriff Lucas Clay comes in search of The Kid, demanding she surrender her guns. Knowing Clay to be corrupt (and in league with McCuller), The Kid asks to speak with him in private. Moments later at the jail, he threatens her, and she deals him a beat-down, then informs him that she means to arrest McCuller and Tyson Avidite (a banker who is part of the conspiracy) before she leaves.
From the sheriff’s office, she goes to the Silver Slipper, the town’s saloon, gambling house and brothel. There, she encounters a young man named Jud Nelson, who she’d seen Sheriff Clay harass earlier. Recognizing him as a decent sort, she hires him to watch the jail to see if Clay leaves. Then she meets a twelve-year-old girl named Dixie, who does menial work at the Silver Slipper and is bullied by Toots, the brutish bartender. The Kid asks Dixie which girl is the most popular of the whores. Star, the girl replies, and The Kid gives Dixie the money to pay for Star’s services that evening.
Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, The Kid enjoys an intense hour of sex with Star. Afterwards, she asks the prostitute a few questions about the town and its doings. She learns that Clark Hansen, the missing Texas Ranger she seeks, disappeared around the same time as Dixie’s older sister Dallas, who was one of the whores at the Silver Slipper. The Kid asks about Ben McCuller, but Star refuses to answer, claiming “it’s too dangerous.” When The Kid goes back downstairs, Jud returns to let her know that Sheriff Clay just left town, riding hard in the direction of McCuller’s place.
Figuring she’s done as much as she can for one night, The Kid decides to join an ongoing card game, where she ends up winning a decent amount of money, as well as a neglected horse, which she takes to the local stable where her own horse is being kept.
The next morning, The Kid is informed by Jud Nelson that Cy Warren, McCuller’s enforcer and dirty-jobs man, has just entered the sheriff’s office, using a key. On their way to confront him, The Kid is taken aback to recognize the horse Cy has hitched up outside as Thunder, who she knows to be the property of Clark Hansen, the missing Texas Ranger she is seeking. More determined than ever to get answers from Cy Warren, she boldly strides into the sheriff’s office, a nervous Jud close behind.
The Kid quickly catches Warren in an obvious lie about his having purchased Hansen’s horse, and arrests him on the spot, drawing her gun before he can. Once Cy is locked up, she and Jud set off for banker Tyson Avidite’s office. With the genuine ranch deeds in her possession, she and Jud quickly establish that the ones Avidite is holding for McCuller are obvious forgeries, created in an effort to steal the area’s small ranches from their rightful owners. Confronted by the evidence, Avidite breaks down and confesses to his role in McCuller’s crooked conspiracy.
Later that day, The Kid steals onto McCuller’s land while he is away. She encounters his vicious pair of trained dogs, and deploys Indian methods she learned as a young girl to make friends with them. That accomplished, she carefully breaks into his study, where she fiddles with a certain something in the man’s desk drawer before making her escape.
The Kid has one more task to accomplish before turning in. She drops by the Silver Slipper to liberate the young girl Dixie from her menial position. The vicious bartender Toots is intent on stopping The Kid, but she takes him down with a couple of well-placed punches, then helps herself to a large wad of cash from the man’s pocket for Dixie’s back wages. The Kid and the girl then depart, leaving an enraged Toots behind.
The Kid takes Dixie out for a decent meal, buys her a new set of clothes, then gets them a room at a local boarding house. After a bath, The Kid plans to turn in for the night… but Dixie has other ideas, insisting on making love to her benefactor as a way of saying thanks. The Kid finds the sweet young thing impossible to resist.
The next morning, on her way to the sheriff’s office, The Kid happens upon two men loading a large wagon with food and supplies, and quickly realizes they work for McCuller. When they beat a man for begging for a little flour, she arrests them both, putting them in jail along with Cy Warren. Once they’re locked up, she asks Jud Nelson to return the deeds McCuller stole to the families he took them from — along with a thousand dollars for each family, taken from McCuller’s bank account, and the contents of take the wagon of supplies.
By that time, The Kid is obliged to cut Warren loose, but she refuses to give him back his horse (who belonged to the missing Ranger Hansen), forcing him to walk back to McCuller’s ranch. Needless to say, Cy Warren is quite displeased.
The Kid takes Dixie to the Miller home, asking Sarah if she can take the girl in. Sarah immediately consents. Her daughters Cindy and Amy quickly take a liking to Dixie (whose real name, we learn, is Clara), and agree with their mother.
That night, The Kid beds down in the Millers’ barn, keeping a lookout. Before turning in, Sarah gives her daughters a bath, along with Clara/Dixie. Later, Sarah pays The Kid a late-night visit, and ends up slipping into The Kid’s bedroll to keep warm. There, she mentions having bathed the girls. The Kid wonders out loud why Sarah’s daughters don’t wash themselves, then gets the young mother to admit that she very much enjoys seeing the girls nude. By then, Sarah is so aroused that The Kid easily seduces her, and they begin to make love.
Meanwhile, Clara is in bed with her new sisters, teaching them some very intimate games. Cindy and Amy have already explored kissing with one another, but Clara gets them to go much further. They all have a lovely time while their mother is in the barn with The Kid.
And now, dear readers, we make our way into the next installment. Read on…
by Purple Les
The Tequila Kid and Sarah lay on their sides, facing each other. The hayloft was icy cold at that time of night, but the two women were warm in The Kid’s bedroll.
Sarah’s dress was hoisted up around her waist with The Kid’s hand in her drawers, two fingers plunging in and out of her dripping cunt. All the while, they continued to share deep, impassioned kisses.
It felt lovely, but Sarah’s mind was awash in confusion. She was reveling in carnal pleasure, all the while struggling with notions of right and wrong. Was it a sin for a woman to lie with another woman? She couldn’t remember any mention of that in the Bible.
And now The Kid had Sarah brooding on the satisfaction she’d always taken in bathing her daughters, how it made her feel warm and tingly inside to see them naked, to wash their glistening bodies. She’d always thought of the pleasure she took from bath night as perfectly innocent… was it, though?
As she pictured her little girls undressing, then standing before her in all their glory, a twinge of arousal flickered through Sarah. The Kid’s words and caresses seemed to give her daughters’ nudity a whole new meaning, one that had Sarah uneasy.
Then she thought of Clara, the twelve-year-old who was now part of her family. Watching the girl undress. Marveling at her bare beauty. Lovingly soaping, then rinsing her body. The girls noticed her too; kept stealing looks at her. Did the sight of Clara naked give them those same warm, secret feelings?
As The Kid continued to pleasure her, Sarah thought about the things the young woman said about her daughters. She understands how it is, seeing your children and finding them beautiful. The Kid’s fingers probed even deeper into Sarah’s throbbing vagina. Oh, Lord, this is so good. No one ever touched me this way before.
Out of nowhere, an unexpected image popped into Sarah’s head: Cindy and Amy were standing in the tub, their bodies clean and gleaming from the warm water. She was kneeling before the girls, caressing them between their legs – just as The Kid had touched her moments earlier. In her fantasy, she fondled Amy’s smooth slit with her left hand, using the right to stroke Cindy’s lightly-downed sex.
A violent shudder raced through her, a jumbled mixture of pleasure, excitement, confusion and shock. Not my children, not my children.
Yet in some twisted way, the idea appealed to her. Isn’t it all love? Sarah asked herself. Couldn’t it bring us even closer? Is it really that different from how I usually touch them on bath night?
No! her conscience thundered. You’re their mother, they’re your daughters, it’s wrong.
But as Sarah fought to thrust that vision of incest from her mind, another image made itself known. This time she was nude along with the girls, only now they were touching her. Everywhere. And Clara was with them. In fact, in Sarah’s imagination it was the twelve-year-old’s fingers that plunged in and out, in and out of her body.
It was too much to take. She tottered on the precipice of going off in what would be the first climax she’d enjoyed since her husband’s passing… but it was completely snarled up in these wicked notions involving the girls. I can’t do this.
“P-please,” begged Sarah, clutching The Kid’s wrist. “Please stop.”
The Kid promptly did as she asked, then gently enfolded Sarah in her arms as the older woman began to weep.
“Hush, now,” The Kid murmured, “Don’t you cry.”
After a moment, Sarah managed to get a grip on her emotions. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, unable to meet The Kid’s eyes. “Reckon I better get back to the girls.” Slowly getting to her feet, she smoothed out her clothes and buttoned her coat. “Goodnight, Kid.”
“I’ll walk you to the door,” The Kid said quietly, rising to take the lantern down from the peg. Carrying it in her left hand, she followed Sarah down the ladder. Sarah opened the barn door, then she and The Kid walked in silence toward the house. Side by side, they mounted the porch, then Sarah took the lantern, still not knowing what to say to the young woman who had given her such exquisite feelings, but also put some very troubling ideas in her head. In the end, she chose not to speak.
The Kid gave the woman a tender kiss on the mouth, then took both her hands. “Maybe it ain’t for me to say, Sarah… but I figure if love is true and unselfish, it can’t be no ways wrong.” Nodding her head, she added, “Goodnight,” then turned to leave.
Sarah said, “Goodnight,” watching as The Kid made her way back to the barn. With a wistful sigh, she glanced up at the clear evening sky, then wandered into the house.
Before pulling the barn door shut, The Tequila Kid also took a moment to peer up at the stars, fingering the gold ring on its chain beneath her shirt.
Once back in the house Sarah bolted the door, wishing she’d saved a log to put in the fireplace. Funny, she thought, when it was sweltering last summer I prayed for cool weather. Now I’d give anything to have summer back.
That throbbing sensation could still be felt between her thighs, and Sarah found herself longing to go back to the barn and finish what she’d started with The Kid. Lord knows, I still want to lie with her, even if it is a sin. She was so good to me. But what if I took fright and ran away again? I’d be forever mortified.
Glancing into the children’s bedroom, she could make out sleeping forms under the blanket. Good; they didn’t stay up too late. She carried the lantern to her own room, set it down and undressed. Now nude, she turned to pick her nightgown up from the bed, where she’d left it, but froze when she saw Clara, smiling at her from beneath the covers.
“You sure are pretty, Sarah,” Clara said.
Sarah tried as best she could to conceal herself with her arms and hands. “You scared me to death, child!” she breathlessly exclaimed. “Hand me my nightgown, please.”
Clara passed the garment to Sarah, pouting a bit. “Here you are… but I wish you would leave it off for a little while. I sure do like seeing you with no clothes on.”
Holding the gown in front of her, Sarah fixed the girl with a stern gaze. “Why are you in my bed, Clara? Why didn’t you say something before I got undressed?”
“That other bed ain’t big enough for the three of us,” Clara said. “Besides, I’d rather sleep with you. Matter of fact, I thought maybe I could share your bed every night.” She paused. “I didn’t say I was here, ‘cause I wanted to see you naked. You’ve seen me, after all. It’s only fair.”
“That… that’s very different. I’m a mother, and you’re a child. It’s natural for me to see you nude.”
“Aw,” Clara said back, “I’ve seen lots of grown women with their clothes off. Not many of ‘em were as good lookin’ as you, though.”
“I’m not used to getting dressed in front of others,” Sarah protested. “Please close your eyes, young lady… or at least turn round so I can put on my nightgown.”
“Do I have to? It’s just us,” said the girl. “Besides… I’m naked too!” To prove her words, Clara shoved the blanket down, completely revealing her bare body.
Sarah stared at the nude girl, then gasped when she saw Clara touch herself between her legs with the other hand, tracing the cleft of her slit with two fingers.
In the dim light Clara saw Sarah watching her, rooted to the spot, uncertain of her next move. “Please get into bed with me, Sarah,” she said. “I’d like to thank you proper for takin’ me in.”
“Th-thank me?”
Never breaking her gaze, Clara shifted over a bit to make room, patting the bed beside her. “Come lie down. It’s a lot nicer with two.”
Somehow Sarah found herself taking a step forward, still covering herself with the nightie. Reaching up, Clara grasped the gown, giving it a gentle tug. It came loose from Sarah’s fingers. Clara took the garment in both hands, briefly burying her face in it, then laying it aside. “I love how you smell,” the girl cooed.
Sarah stood naked, hands at her sides. The desire in Clara’s eyes was plain to see, renewing and stoking the excitement she’d felt earlier with The Kid. Her heart pounded as Clara drank in the view of her bare body, clearly liking what she saw. Unable to resist, Sarah did the same, openly studying the young girl’s nudity. My Lord, she’s beautiful.
“Come keep me company,” Clara whispered. “Pretty please?”
The passion, the hunger ran deep in Sarah, just as it had with Eric Jax when they first became lovers eleven years earlier, not long before they married. She’d loved him with all her heart, but the hunger she felt now was even stronger.
Could I love women more? she asked herself. And could I have those same feelings for girls? Right then, standing unclothed before a lovely naked child, anything seemed possible.
It seems so wrong, Sarah mused. Maybe that’s why it thrills me so much. The Kid was right – I do enjoy seeing Cindy and Amy when I give them their bath. I always reckoned it was just a mother’s love for her children… now, I’m thinking it just might be something more.
My God, the way Clara is looking at me! And I like it. Looking at me with nothing on, like I’m a piece of candy she’s waiting to taste. She’s only twelve, but somehow I know Clara wants us to make love, just like I was doing with The Kid – and damn it all, that’s what I want, too.
Maybe it’s a mortal sin, havin’ these wicked notions… but if God intends to punish me for the thought, he might as well do the same for the deed. This once, anyhow. I’ve gone without love too long…
Her pulse racing, Sarah lay down on her back on the bed next to Clara. She remained still, unsure how to make the first move.
“It’s all right, Sarah,” Clara said. “I guess you ain’t done nothin’ like this before… but you’ll like it a lot, I promise.” She nuzzled Sarah’s cheek, then got up on her knees, pausing for one more look. “You’re so good lookin’ with your clothes off.” Placing the tips of two fingers between Sarah’s breasts, Clara slowly trailed them down her body until they found, then delved into the woman’s vagina.
“Ohhh…” Sarah moaned, rolling her eyes.
“You’re mighty wet,” Clara said, working her fingers into Sarah’s cunt. “And so, so hot inside. Can I kiss you?”
“Yes!” gasped Sarah.
Climbing on top of Sarah, the twelve-year-old claimed the older woman’s mouth in a tender kiss, but it didn’t take long for their passion to strike fire. Clara soon began to use her tongue, and Sarah was quick to respond.
As their ardor mounted, Sarah began to run her hands up and down the girl’s back, gradually moving lower until she was shyly cupping Clara’s bare bottom. So soft, so perfect, she thought.
One note of discord continued to sound in Sarah’s consciousness: as she caressed Clara, images of her naked daughters continued to appear like flashes of summer lightning. It troubled her, but finally she shrugged, still swapping kisses with the girl. She recalled The Kid’s words: If love is true and unselfish, it can’t be no ways wrong.
Caught up in a blissful haze of lust, Sarah surrendered herself completely, letting Clara do whatever she wished. As the child made love to her with hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue, Sarah hugged herself tightly, reveling in sensual delights she assumed she’d never experience again… and some that were completely new to her.
She remained passive as long as she was able, but soon found herself eager to explore the body of her new lover. Sarah allowed her hands to roam freely over Clara’s soft, supple skin, touching the girl’s arms, shoulders, back; then more intimate areas – her budding breasts, the pert globes of her rump, finally slipping between Clara’s thin thighs to cup her mound.
But soon as Sarah’s fingers encountered wetness, Clara squirmed away. “I’m gonna make you spend now,” she declared. Spreading the woman’s legs wide apart, she pressed a deep, open-mouthed kiss into the matted thatch of Sarah’s pubes.
“Oh, my sweet Lord,” Sarah cried, then hastily covered her mouth, not wanting to rouse the girls. She couldn’t believe that the twelve-year-old girl she’d just brought into the family was licking her most intimate place… or, indeed, that people actually did such things. It felt perfectly wonderful, even nicer than Clara’s fingers.
Those sensations continued to grow stronger, too. Sarah knew she was about to “go over the hill,” as she liked to think of it, and braced herself for the sweet, intense release. She opened her eyes, wanting to look at Clara when she came. The girl clearly loved what she was doing, and knowing that warmed Sarah from head to toe. Such a kind, caring child, she thought.
Looking past Clara, Sarah froze, eyes widening in alarm. Her little girl Amy was standing in the doorway, watching.
When she felt Sarah’s body go tense. Clara paused in her licking to glance back. Spying Amy, she gave the seven-year-old a welcoming smile. “Come on in, Amy.”
A stricken Sarah could only stare, wondering how she was going to explain something like this to her little.girl. How can I, when I barely understand it myself?
Amy hesitantly entered the room and drifted toward the bed, wearing a timid smile. Sarah was relieved to see that her child didn’t seem upset, at least.
“Ever seen your Ma naked before?” Clara asked Amy already knowing she had. The child nodded her head ‘yes’. “D’you like seein’ her now?”
“Yes,” Amy whispered. Meeting her mother’s eyes, she added, “You’re pretty with no clothes on, Ma.”
Sitting up, Clara pointed at Amy’s nightie. “Why don’t you take that off and get in bed with us?”
Sarah’s head swam as she watched her youngest tug the nightgown she wore up and off, then cast it aside.
Now nude, Amy sat down next to her mother, but for the moment, her attention was centered on Clara. “What were you doing to Ma? You were licking her girl parts, huh?” Turning to a shocked Sarah, she said. “Isn’t it nice? She just did that to me and Cindy. We loved it!”
Sarah struggled to make sense of all this. So… while I was up in the hayloft with The Kid, Clara was making love to the girls? I wonder if I should be angry with her…
Mulling the idea over, she decided against it. I can’t see as it did them any harm. Young girls bein’ close, that’s all it is. I recall Katie Randolph, how me and her used to play kissing games when we were about Clara’s age. Funny; I’ve not thought about that in years. We even felt each other’s titties that one time.
I reckon I was in love with her, at least a little. It made us happy, being close like that. Why shouldn’t the girls get to enjoy themselves the same way if they want?
By then, Clara was lying between Sarah’s legs again, her mouth buried in the woman’s fur.
As the fire beneath Sarah’s belly began to smolder anew, she gazed adoringly at her littlest child, her heart swelling with love. Oh, Amy… since your daddy got taken from us, the days have been so hard, so empty of joy. Now we have a chance for happiness… and you have a new big sister who wants to share love with all of us.
Surely this can’t be wrong for us to do. It’s a blessing from the Lord, his name be praised.
Amy was bent over Sarah, studying her mother’s face. “D’you like it, Ma? The way Clara’s usin’ her mouth on you?”
“Mmmm, yes. She’s making me feel wonderful.” Suddenly longing to feel little Amy’s bare body against hers, she reached out for her daughter. “Come lay with me, honeybunch.”
Amy crawled into her mother’s arms, and they nestled together. But Sarah’s mounting pleasure made it hard for her to remain still. Her hands wanted to touch, to caress. She began to stroke her daughter, the same way she’d touched Clara moments earlier. Her hand lingered on Amy’s rear.
Sighing happily, Amy began to nuzzle her mother’s face, neck and ears, wondering if Ma might give her one of those special kisses she liked so much. It was an idea that had occurred to her before, after she and her big sister Cindy learned to enjoy kissing each other.
Their mouths met – and after a gentle peck, they came together again, Amy allowing the kiss to linger before they slowly drew apart. A shiver flickered through Sarah as she read and recognized the need in her daughter’s eyes.
This time Sarah was the one who initiated the kiss – but Amy was quick to respond, licking around her mother’s mouth. Without a second thought, Sarah parted her lips to accept the child’s tongue.
As mother and daughter engaged in a kiss of lovers, Sarah began to touch her little girl in a more intimate way. She fondled Amy’s bottom, then allowed two fingers to delve between the seven-year-old’s thighs, lightly toying with her smooth slit. Then she felt Amy’s little hand cover her breast.
A gift from God. Yes, that’s what it is.
Sarah’s train of thought jumped the tracks when, down below, Clara began to nibble her clitoris. She gasped into her child’s mouth, then an instant later she was coming.
She’d never had an orgasm that intense. Her body shook helplessly, each twitch a jolt of purest pleasure. Sarah hugged Amy tightly, holding the child’s face to her heaving breasts. Her ecstasy surged to an unimaginable peak when her daughter’s mouth sought out, then found a nipple. She cried out, then went completely limp, gasping for breath.
Those wonderful feelings were suddenly too much for her to take, but Clara seemed to know that. Drifting through a warm, comforting haze, despite the coldness of the room, Sarah could feel the twelve-year-old adorning her mound and inner thighs with feather-light kisses.
Amy’s lips brushed her ear. “I love you, Ma,” she whispered.
“I love you too, darling,” Sarah replied, cradling her child as she settled into a profound sense of peace. Closing her eyes, she gave a silent prayer of thanks.
When Amy began to shift about a bit, Sarah didn’t think anything of it. Then she realized with a start that the child’s warm, wet slit was moving against her leg.
***
McCuller stomped back into the office, followed by a tall, reed-thin man who was shrugging out of a battered old duster. Cy Warren’s heart sank at the sight. Just who I figured. Shit.
“I think you two already know one another,” McCuller said, glancing from one man to the other. “Warren, you remember Kid Coley?”
I sure do, Cy thought. And I hoped never to clap eyes on him again.
Precious few men had the ability to rattle Cy Warren, and Kid Coley was one of them. Killin’ men is just a job to me. Don’t take no particular pleasure in takin’ a man’s life, unless he done me wrong. Coley ain’t like that. Nothin’ makes him happier than puttin’ folks in the ground. Men, women, children, he’ll kill ‘em all and do a clog dance over the corpse.
Grateful to still have a dram of whiskey left in his glass, Cy murmured, “Howdy,” then took a sip to steady his nerves.
Kid Coley stared at the seated man without speaking. A startled Cy finally managed to tear his gaze away, looking down into his glass. With an icy smile, Coley slowly took a seat.
Ben McCuller indirectly studied the gunman as he poured himself a drink, taking him in. Kid Coley was somewhere in his early twenties, his hair a blonde that was almost white. It was his eyes that made the deepest impression. A dark blue that verged on black, they were too far apart on either side of his face, giving him a snake-like appearance. His thin, tight lips only added to the illusion.
Handing him a drink, McCuller said, “Good to see you, Coley.”
“I doubt that,” Coley replied. “But you need somethin’ shifty done, and the pay is right, so here I am. Let’s stop dancin’ around and get to the point. What’s the job?”
McCuller smiled. “You haven’t changed a bit, Coley.” Rubbing his hands together, he said, “Fair enough. Here’s how it is. I hired some toughs to take care of those damned sodbusters, drive them out for good.”
“Why d’ye need me, then?” the gunman said, then took a slug of whiskey.
“Well, the truth is… when it comes time for them to do the killing, I’m not sure I can count on all my men. They get squeamish about shooting women and children.” He shook his head. “Makes no sense to me. These dirt-scrabblers are vermin, pure and simple, and they’ve infested my land. What I want you to do is pay a visit to each of those farms afterward; make sure the houses are all burnt down and no one left alive. And if you find out any of my men backed down or didn’t hold up his end, he gets a bullet in the head.”
Kid Coley sipped his whiskey, then said, “Same fee as before?”
“Yes,” Ben answered. “Six hundred. Three up front, the rest when the job’s done.”
Kid Coley gave a brief nod. “Fine.” Taking another sip, he said, “These folks you want me to help run off… is Eric Jax’s family one of ‘em?” He thought for a moment, then added, “Miller. That’s the name he was goin’ by.”
“I believe so,” McCuller replied. “Yes, they’re still there. Why do you ask?”
Instead of answering, Coley took out a gold pocket watch and opened it. There was a small photo stuck on the inside cover, a pretty young woman with two little girls.
He gave a thoughtful nod. Eric Jax’s wife and kids. He was the fastest draw that ever was, and I killed him easy as snuffin’ a candle. Took his life and his watch, and I would’ve had his woman and them little girls, but there wasn’t time. Looks like I’ll be gettin’ a second chance.
Kid Coley closed the watch with a hard click, then tucked it back into his vest pocket. “Let’s just say I got unfinished business with the Millers.” I’ll pay a visit the day before the raid; take care of ‘em myself. Make the girls watch while I have my way with their momma, then she gets to see me ride her daughters. Kill all three of ‘em when I’m done. He felt that familiar buzz of anticipation that always seemed to appear when there was fun to be had.
“There’s something else that’s come up,” McCuller was saying. “I’ll also need you to take out some Texas Ranger called the Tequila Kid.”
Coley arched an eyebrow. “Huh. Not my usual line of work. What’s your beef with her?”
McCuller scowled. “Never even met her, to tell the truth, but that woman has become a serious pain in my neck. She’s running around making trouble, interfering in my business. She scared my sheriff right out of town, she threw Cy here in jail last night… now, she has my damned cooks in a cell. It’s too much. I need her dealt with. Interested?”
Presenting his empty glass to McCuller, Coley said, “If you want her dead, that’s a thousand more.”
McCuller stiffened for a moment, then carefully poured the whiskey. “She’s that much trouble?”
Coley offered one of his thin-lipped smiles, but said nothing. McCuller glanced at Cy, who said, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, boss. She’s that much trouble.”
“Fine,” McCuller growled, then told Cy, “Get out.”
When Cy had closed the door behind him, Kid Coley said, “The deal’s the same. Half up front.”
Opening his safe, McCuller withdrew the cash. “Here you are,” he murmured, placing eight hundred-dollar bills in Kid Coley’s outstretched palm. “Oh, and I’ll want to see the Tequila Kid’s body when the deed’s done. Already got her grave dug. No doubt it’s foolish of me, but I like the idea of having that bitch buried in an unmarked hole on my property.”
Coley calmly tucked the money in his pocket. “I’ll have the Ranger for you by Christmas day.” He gulped the rest of his drink down, then stood. “If not sooner.”
“Sooner is better. Here’s my plan,” Ben said. “Early morning Christmas day while it’s still dark, I’ll have my men spread out and I’ll have two men to burn up each ranch, with you following up. If you take out the Ranger on Christmas eve, she won’t be in the way. Meantime, I’ll have Cy kill the new sheriff and take the badge for himself.”
“Sheriff Cy Warren, eh?” Coley murmured, arching an eyebrow. “I got the idea you weren’t too pleased with him right now.”
“Warren has proven something of a disappointment,” McCuller admitted, “but I believe he is still of use to me. He’ll certainly be an improvement on the last man I had in the position, by God. You recall Lucas Clay?”
“Barely. What became of him?”
“Turned yellow, that’s what,” McCuller growled. “Soon as that Tequila Kid showed her face, he turned tail and ran.” He gave a brief bark of laughter. “Tried to, anyhow.”
“I won’t ask,” Coley snickered. Setting the empty glass down on McCuller’s desk, he got to his feet. “I’ll be goin’, then,” he said. “Show myself out. Thanks for the whiskey.”
When Kid Coley closed the door behind him, McCuller refilled his glass, thinking, What’s with these damn gunfighters anyway? All of them calling themselves Kid this or Kid that, as if they don’t want to grow up.
Well, the Tequila Kid will be known as the Dead Kid soon enough. He chuckled, then took a generous swallow of whiskey.
***
I woke up when I thought I heard my sister moan. I reached over to touch Amy to stop her bad dream, but she wasn’t there, nor was Clara. Instead of falling back asleep, I began to puzzle over where they could of gone. I heard another moan, and this time it sounded like Ma. Maybe she was sick, and Amy and Clara were seeing to her.
I was awake enough now to figure I’d best see what was going on. I didn’t bother with my slippers or a robe, I just walked over to Ma’s room yawning and scratching my behind. Well, I froze at what I saw as I stood in Ma’s doorway, and then I was for sure wide awake, though what I saw looked a lot like a dream.
There was Ma on her bed, naked as a bluejay. Clara was on her knees by Ma, also bare naked, and sucking on one of Ma’s titties like she was a nursing baby.
There laying between Ma’s wide spread open legs lay Amy. Yep, she was naked too. She was on her tummy. I could see her bare behind and it gave me that tingle down there like always.
And Amy was doing to Ma the same thing Clara did to me and Amy before. My little sister was licking Ma’s girl parts and seemed to be loving it. Like she was licking the dish after finishing a plate of apple brown betty.
I didn’t even notice myself moving, but there I was walking into the room to get a better look, specially at Ma. I don’t remember ever seeing her with no clothes on, and I wanted to see everything. Oh my goodness, she was beautiful. Her titties were round and full, and she had a patch of brown hair between her legs where Amy’s mouth was buried. I kept telling myself I wasn’t dreaming, that this was for real.
I was getting that hot crazy feeling again, so I put a hand under the nightie I was wearing and touched my girl parts. That was when Ma opened her eyes and gave a little gasp when she saw me. Then Clara and Amy looked up.
Just like this happened every day, Amy said, ‘Take your nightgown off and come play with us, Cindy,’ then giggled.
Clara said, ‘Yeah, Cindy. Get undressed.’
But it was Ma who told me, ‘Cindy, I’d sure love you to join us if you’ve a mind to.’ Amy and Clara was begging me to be naked with them, but Ma told them to hush up, it should be for me to decide.
And I said I wanted to. I did want to, real bad. So Clara helped me off with my nightgown and Ma was looking at me up and down, telling me how pretty I am. Then she laid back down and Amy started to lick her some more.
Clara took my hand and led me up on the bed, where she got me to kneel over Ma’s face so my legs were on either side of her head. I wasn’t sure what Clara was up to until she had me squat down lower, until my girl parts were just over Ma’s mouth. That’s when I knew what was going to happen, but couldn’t believe it.
And then my mother was licking me there, just like Clara did to me and Amy before, and it felt every bit as good. I was watching Amy doing the same to Ma like it was the most fun she ever had in her life.
Clara was moving around doing things to all of us. First she gave me a special kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth, so I kissed her back the same way. I wanted to touch between her legs, so I did, and she really seemed to enjoy it. Then she pulled away, kneeled down next to Ma and started rubbing and kissing her titties.
I guess it was Amy’s turn next, cause then Clara went to stand at the foot of the bed, where she put her hands on my little sister’s bottom. I could tell she thought it was as beautiful, just like I do. But then she surprised me. Clara got down on the floor, pushed Amy’s legs wide apart, then began to lick her slit from behind. It was something to see. I couldn’t decide which I wanted to watch more, Amy using her mouth on Ma, Clara licking Amy, or Ma doing it to me.
Ma had both hands on my backside, pulling my girl parts hard against her mouth, working hard to make me feel good. And this time it was stronger than before.
I knew what it was like to have those deep kinds of feelings. Those times when I kissed Amy or touched her behind, or when I used to lie on Maude Fletcher when we was down by the creek, sometimes when Ma soaped me up on bath night, or when I’d been naked and sharing joy with Clara and Amy an hour or two ago.
But this was more than all that. I felt like God himself had lifted me up into heaven and showed me just how good it is to be one of His angels. And then we was all just laying on the bed together.
Ma kissed me. Not like she mostly kissed me, but like Clara, using her tongue. And we all of us talked and kissed and touched, and I couldn’t of been more happy. And I fell asleep feeling good and warm and loving everything.
When I woke up in the morning, we was all naked under the covers, a little shy about the things we did the night before. But Clara gave us each a special kiss, and that brought those excited feelings back so we wanted more.
I’m not even sure how it happened, but I licked Amy’s slit, while Ma and Clara did that to each other at the same time. That really looked like fun! Amy had her come, for Clara told us that’s what that good, good feeling was called, then we watched our mother and Clara get theirs.
That left me the only one to not yet have a come, so Ma, Clara and Amy all got me up on my hands and knees and gave me special feelings together. What a time I had! Ma gave me lovely tongue kisses while she rubbed my titties, Amy scooted underneath to lick my cunt, which is what Clara says is the proper name for our girl parts.
I couldn’t believe what she did next. She got behind me and put her tongue in my bottom hole! I was shocked, but it felt so nice I had to let her do it. Then I got my come, and after that we rested.
Ma told us we could keep doing these things, but it was just between the four of us. She also said we should only make love after dark cause you never knew who might come by during the day. That’s what she called it, making love. I thought that was a real sweet name for it.
We got up and dressed, though we sure hated to put clothes on cause we liked seeing each other naked so much. Ma started breakfast and told me to go get eggs from the barn. And to tell The Kid to get herself up and have breakfast with us.
But when I got to the barn, she and Button were gone.
Soon to come: Chapter Nine!