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The Squaw
by Squeakypeep
The following morning Vin and Dancer packed up to leave as quickly as possible. Dancer had a horse, gifted by her father, a fine bay mare with a white blaze and sock, and the couple were on their way shortly after daybreak.
They’d been riding for a couple of hours when the woman indicated she needed to stop. They pulled up by a small creek and dismounted, allowing the horses to drink from the cool water.
‘Y’okay?’ Vin watched as his wife moved somewhat stiffly to sit on a boulder. His wife. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to that.
Dancer nodded and he noticed a light blush stealing across her bruised cheeks. Her eyes were open more than the day before but still too swollen to discern their color.
He ambled over, loose limbed, and crouched before her. He lifted her chin with his thumb.
‘Ya ain’t embarrassed are ya?’ She looked away. ‘Oh, Sweetheart, ya’ll git used ta me. There ain’t gonna be room fer blushin’ ‘tween us. We’re gonna be makin’ love a lot. Ya better git used ta it.’ He chuckled at her deepening color and leaned in to kiss her lips. It was supposed to be a chaste reassurance but his cock thought different. He tried to think about something else.
‘I think it’d be best iffn I don’t take ya straight ta town. I gotta tell ma friends about ya an’ fix ya some proper clothes.’ She swatted his shoulder and pointed to her buckskins.
‘I like yer skins jist fine but it’ll be easier on ya if ya show up in town first time in white woman clothes. Ya understand?’ She nodded. ‘I got me some friends who live outside o’ town, an old lady I’m real fond o’ an’ her niece. Ya reckon ya’ll be Okay with them till I come git ya?’ She nodded again, a little uncertainly.
‘Okay then. Ya ready ta git back in the saddle?’ He caught her wince. ‘Are ya sore darlin?’ She blushed again. ‘How about if ya sit in front o’ me fer the rest o’ the way? It’s only a couple o’ hours an’ ya kin sleep iffn ya want.’ She kissed his chin.
Taking that as approval for the plan he hoisted himself onto Peso and shuffled backwards onto the bedroll. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her up in front of him, sitting her crossways and waiting until she was settled before turning his horse and gathering the reins of her mount.
It wasn’t long before he felt her relax into his embrace, falling asleep against his chest.
It was in that position that the two approached the Welles homestead some hours later.
Nettie was waiting on the porch, brandishing her carbine as they rode into the yard.
‘Vin Tanner. Good ta see ya boy. What you got there?’
Vin prodded Dancer awake. Slipping from the saddle he lifted her down, setting her on her feet.
‘Land sakes boy. That poor child’s been beaten blue. Come on into the house both of ya. CASEY!’ Young Casey came running at the call. She looked at the newcomer with interest. ‘Take care of the horses, girl, and close your mouth.’
Nettie ushered her guests into the kitchen, pouring coffee from the pot on the stove. ‘Well? I ain’t getting’ younger Vin. Who is this?’
Vin swallowed, not sure quite how to explain it.
‘Spit it out.’
‘She’s ma wife.’ Casey had just some in behind them. She gasped. Nettie looked specutively at the Indian woman.
‘Is that a fact?’ She eyed the young Texan.
‘Nettie, iffn ya don’t want her here I kin take her ta Chris’s cabin till I git her some clothes.’ Vin rose to his feet but Nettie pushed him back. She shook her head.
‘Your wife is welcome here Vin, because she’s your wife and you are always welcome. We can find her some clothes. A bath wouldn’t go amiss either.’ Dancer shot her a glare, hardly effective coming from the half closed eyes.
‘She’s clean enough although her hair could do with somethin’.’ The glare turned to him and he grinned. ‘Sorry darlin’ but it smells like dead skunk.’ She poked her glistening pink tongue out at him and his body reacted accordingly. He was grateful he was sitting at the table and Nettie couldn’t see the telltale bulge in his pants.
‘She speaks English then?’
‘She don’t speak at all at the moment.’ Vin went on to explain how he had rescued Dancer and how he came to be married.
‘So you youngin’s been married less than a day?’ He nodded. ‘Ya’d best leave her here with us an’ go tell that grumpy gunslinger what you done. We’ll see she’s alright till ya come back for her.’
‘Thanks Nettie.’ Vin turned to his wife. ‘Mrs Welles and Casey are friends o’ mine Dancer. Be nice okay?’ She nodded. He lifted her chin and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. ‘I’ll be back soon as I can.’
The three women watched him leave. Nettie turned to the Indian. ‘Bath.’
The lean tracker rode into town and was greeted by a shoot out. Quickly slipping from the saddle he assumed a position alongside JD who was crouched beside the Livery. ‘JD?’
‘Great timing Vin. The Masons are robbing the bank. Two of the gang have already left and…’ he broke off as the shooting stopped. Seven peacekeepers cautiously emerged from their defensive positions. Nine bodies, some still breathing, lay scattered down the street. Loose horses paced nervously near the corral.
They met as a group in front of the saloon.
‘Nathan, stay and take care of the wounded. JD you stay too and guard the town. Everyone else, mount up.’ Chris turned to Tanner. ‘Welcome back Cowboy!’ He grinned.
Day 12
Kit and Corey Mason had proved elusive. The five had finally tracked them to a small town near the border and killed both brothers in a shootout. It wasn’t until they were on the way home that the opportunity arose for Vin to spill the beans.
‘Should be home in time for the midsummer dance. Wouldn’t want to disappoint Miss Milly.’ Buck rubbed his hands together. They were one day from Four Corners, it was Wednesday and the dance was due to be held on Friday.
‘Brother, I thought you were escorting Miss Rose?’
‘Nah. Her husband’s due back any time. Miss Millie is my date. Chris, you taking Mary?’ The black clad gunslinger nodded.
‘Do you have an escort Mr Sanchez ?’
‘Indeed Brother. Mrs Potter has kindly agreed to attend with me.’
‘Who you taking Ez?’
‘Mr Wilmington, my name is Ez-RA. I have the honor of escorting Miss Recillos.’
Buck nearly fell out of the saddle. ‘Inez? Inez is going with YOU?’
The wily gambler nodded, grinning. Buck gaped like a fish. They all laughed.
‘What about you, Mr Tanner?’ They all turned to the quiet Tracker. Vin swallowed. Now was his chance.
‘Vin’s too shy to ask anyone for a date. Want me to fix you up Vin?’ Buck leered at him, pleased to redirect the attention away from the subject of himself and Inez. Or rather the non-subject of himself and Inez.
‘I got a partner.’ Chris raised his brows but didn’t comment.
‘Would you care to enlighten us Mr Tanner before Mr Wilmington expires from curiosity?’ Vin muttered something nobody caught. ‘Excuse me? Could you repeat that?’
‘I said I’ll take ma wife.’ Vin yelled.
This time Buck did fall off his horse. Everyone drew to a halt.
‘Most humorous Mr Tanner.’
‘I ain’t jokin’.’
Chris sat and silently regarded his friend. ‘You went out for five days and you came back with a wife?’ Vin nodded. ‘Fast work. Care to tell us about it?’
The Texan spent the rest of the afternoon and some of the following morning relating the tale of his marriage and answering the questions. Finally, when he was about ready to shoot the Ladies man, Chris stepped in.
‘You gonna keep her?’
‘She’s ma wife, Cowboy.’
‘It’s an Indian marriage. You do not necessarily have to abide by it.’ Ezra held up his hands as Vin glared at him.
‘Cloud Dancer’s ma wife. She’s mine an’ I aim ta keep her. There’s folks who don’t care ‘bout promises ta Indians. I ain’t one of ‘em.’
They all agreed that he was entitled to hold to his vows. Vin nodded satisfied.
Day 13
It was mid-afternoon when the dusty group arrived back in town. JD stepped out of the jail to meet them.
‘You get them?’ He glanced around.
‘Yep.’ Chris climbed down.
‘They dead?’
‘Yep.’ He tied his horse to the hitching post. Yosemite would be along to collect all the horses shortly. He needed a drink.
JD was gazing at the Sharpshooter.
‘What?’
‘You got married.’ It was a statement, not a question.
Vin’s face remained blank. ‘Yep, I did. How’d ya find out?’
‘Nettie’s in town. She brought the girls with her.’ That got a reaction from all of them.
‘What? She’s in town?’
Nathan approached along the boardwalk. ‘She’s healed up nicely from the beating Vin. I don’t think you’ll recognise her.’ Nathan and JD exchanged knowing looks.
‘What’s that s’posed ta mean?’
‘Means I washed her hair.’ Nettie had come up behind them from across the street at the mercantile. She grinned at Vin. ‘She cleans up good.’
The tracker nodded. ‘Knew she’d be pretty under them bruises.’
‘I don’t think pretty quite covers it, Vin.’ Nathan chuckled at the Texan, enjoying his own private joke. Well, perhaps not so private since JD and Nettie joined in.
‘Ya wanna share what’s so God damn… ‘scuse me Ma’am… what’s so funny?’
JD pointed across the street where Casey and a slim young blonde in an aqua colored dress were being chatted up by a group of Cowboys from the Balantine Ranch. Both girls had their backs to the seven and were shaking their heads and trying to skirt around the rowdy group.
As they approached, Casey got vocal.
‘You boys back off and leave us alone.’
‘Ya ain’t got no reason ta be unfriendly, Casey. Me n’ blondie here just wanna get ta know each other better don’t we darlin’? He attempted to slip his hand around the blonde’s narrow waist. She punched him squarely on the nose, sending him stumbling back into his friends.
‘I told you already. I do not care to become better acquainted with you, any of you. Back off!’
‘I just wanted ta ask you ta the dance tomorrow Honey, no need ta get aggressive.’ The Cowboy spoke in a nasally whine, holding his abused nose.
‘You want aggressive Mister? You just wait till her husband gets to hear about this. Angel’s husband is the best damn shot in the territory so you boys better beat it before he catches you touchin’ his wife!’ Casey was braced solidly on both feet, chin thrust forward, as she stared down the cowboys.
‘Tanner’s the best shot in the territory Miss Casey. Ain’t nobody better ‘n him.’
‘Yep. An he ain’t gonna like you boys touchin’ what’s his!’
‘Are you telling me she’s Tanner’s wife? That’s…’ Whatever he’d been about to say got caught in his throat and he made a gurgling noise as he and his friends turned and bolted.
Casey and Angel looked at each other and laughed. ‘Well that worked!’ They were unaware that right behind them stood a group of seven peacekeepers and a small old woman with a thunderous look and a fully loaded carbine.
Vin had come to a complete standstill as it gradually dawned on him that the little blonde was Cloud Dancer. He felt his blood begin to boil as he realized Casey was right. He didn’t like anyone touching what was his.
‘What the hell is goin’ on here?’
Angel and Casey jumped. They slowly turned to face the group.
‘Hello Sky-in-his-eyes.’
Vin glared at her in a good impression of Larabee. Goddamn woman smiled at him showing off a matched set of dimples in flawless ivory cheeks. His temper rose.
‘Dancer?’
‘Yes Vin?’
‘You’re white.’
‘You are not the first to notice that, husband.’
Vin gaped at the beautiful woman standing serenely before him. She turned her thousand-watt smile on his friends. ‘Gentlemen, we have not been introduced but I have heard much about all of you, Mr Larabee, Mr Wilmington, Mr Sanchez, Mr Standish.’ She nodded to each in turn and they nodded back automatically.
She turned her aquamarine eyes back on her husband. ‘Vin? Are you quite well?’
The sharpshooter shook his head as if to clear it and then turned on his heel and stalked off.
Angel Tanner raised her eyebrows. ‘It seems surprises are not agreeable to him. Mr Larabee, in your opinion, would I be better to follow, or do you think it wiser to wait for him to return for me?’ She grinned.
The gunslinger laughed. ‘Personally, Mrs Tanner, I’d wait. He really is the best shot in the territory.’
‘Oh dear. You heard that. Please Gentlemen, call me Angel, or Dancer if you prefer. Both are equally acceptable to me.’ She turned to Casey. ‘Perhaps we could stroll along the boardwalk until my husband has had time to finish his snit?’ Casey chuckled and the two nodded politely to the company and sashayed away.
‘Did she just say our taciturn tracker is in a ‘snit’?’ Ezra was trying not to snort. To do so would be most ungentlemanly.
‘She did Brother, and I would have to agree with her.’ The big preacher laughed and clapped the Small Gambler on the shoulder. ‘You buyin’?’ Ezra found himself propelled towards the saloon.
‘Mr Sanchez, I must protest…’
Buck was still gaping. ‘That beautiful girl is married to our mangy Texan?’
An hour passed before the mangy Texan in question appeared in the saloon.
The peacekeeper’s table was fully occupied save for one seat. He slumped bonelessly into his usual chair and accepted the glass pushed his way. Downing the fiery shot he raised his brows at JD.
The young Sheriff understood the unspoken message.
‘She was the daughter of a merchant from Philadelphia. Her mother had died and the two of them were travelling across the country to Oregon when he died on the trip. She thinks she was about eleven at the time. One of the other families in the train took her in but the husband mistreated her. I’m not exactly sure how, she never said.’
Looks were exchanged around the table, unnoticed by the naïve Bostonian.
‘She ran away and was found half frozen by the Eowaki Tribe. The Chief adopted her as his daughter and she taught the whole tribe to speak English. They dyed her skin to make her look darker and put ashes and bear grease in her hair to hide the color. Apparently the Chief thought she attracted too much attention with ‘sun hair’. Her words not mine.’
Nathan took up the tale. ‘Her white name is Angel Cunningham. She tried to explain what an Angel was to the tribe and they named her Cloud Dancer. I think she is about twenty or twenty-one years old but I’m not sure. She seems to be in good health.’ He looked at Vin who was shaking his head. ‘No? You know different Vin?’
‘Yep.’ He threw back his second shot and rose to his feet.
‘Her name is Angel TANNER.’
He walked out of the building.
Casey and Angel were loitering outside Mrs Potter’s store when Vin arrived astride Peso. Without speaking he held out his hand and hoisted his wife up behind him when she gripped his arm. There was something to be said for being raised by Indians.
They rode in silence, her arms around his waist, until they were well away from town. The tracker nudged Peso with his knees, turning him off the main trail and into the trees.
‘Are you angry with me?’ She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the thought, more curious. Vin gritted his teeth. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his back and sitting in the saddle was becoming damned uncomfortable.
‘Vin?’
‘I ain’t angry.’
‘Oh. Okay.’ They stayed silent for a few more paces. She shifted her grip on him and accidentally brushed against his burgeoning erection.
He hissed in a breath. ‘Keep yer hands still.’
Angel grinned and shifted again, purposely touching his bulging pants.
‘Shit!’ Vin wriggled. He was about to tell her to keep her hands to herself when a thigh appeared across his lap. Suddenly she was sitting in front of him, straddling both his body and the horse. Her skirts rode high on her legs as her pelvis ground against his with every step Peso took.
‘Dancer!’ He let go of the reins, placing a roughened hand on each side of her face. He kissed her hungrily. Tongues danced and teased, playing chase between their entwined mouths.
She was trying to seduce him.
She was succeeding.
Busy fingers worked the buttons of his pants and soon his stiff leaking cock was eased gently from the confines of his jeans. Vin groaned against her lips as she ran gentle fingers up and down his hard length, brushing the pad of her thumb over the swollen tip. He lifted his head and looked into the beautiful face, catching her wince as Peso took an uneven step into a dip in the ground.
‘Ya sittin’ on the horn?’
‘Yes. It is most uncomfortable.’ She licked at his lips.
Vin shuffled backwards until his butt was settled on the bedroll. Gripping the tops of her thighs, under her skirts, he hauled her towards him until their bodies met with a bump. This time it was she who groaned, throwing back her head and exposing her neck as his hard cock ground against her nerve center.
Vin chuckled as he kissed his way down the column of her throat, emphasising the undulations of the horse with small thrusts of his hips. He flipped up the skirts between them, exposing her nakedness to his eager erection. Holding her calves he adjusted her so her feet were on his boots which were still in the stirrups. He hoped she could gain enough leverage to move. He slid his hands back up to her thighs and then cupped her buttocks, lifting her up and towards him.
Angel seemed to know what he wanted and she grasped his swollen cock and held it steady, poised at her opening.
‘Vin?’ His name was a pant.
‘Yeah Sweetheart?’
‘Make love to me.’
‘Anytime darlin’.’ He grazed his teeth gently over her nipple through her blouse as he dropped her onto his erection. They groaned in unison at the delicious ripples of pleasure that shot through their bodies. Peso continued to plod along and with a little guidance the sharpshooter managed to get his seducer to follow the rhythm of the horse’s gait as he encouraged her to push up and down with her legs. The friction was glorious. Her muscles contracted every time she pushed up and the subsequent tightening around his cock was driving him rapidly closer to the edge. He sucked her nipples through the now wet and transparent material and shifted his hips slightly forward to give the maximum stimulation to her clitoris. Vin watched her face as her amazing aqua eyes began to roll back in her head as she reached the pinnacle.
He bit her nipple on the next hard downward thrust and she screamed her release at the sky.
‘VINNNN!’
Her inner muscles clamped tighter around him in the throes of her orgasm and he quickly followed her over the abyss, spurting his hot cum deep into her body.
As he returned to earth Vin eased his grip on her hips and wrapped strong arms round her waist. She appeared to have blacked out and was draped bonelessly across his heaving chest. He chuckled smugly.
The Texan hugged her to him and planted a trail of butterfly kisses across her collarbone.
Peso had come to a standstill beside the small pool that he had often visited before with his master.
It was a long while before Angel roused. She found herself stretched out on Vin’s bedroll beside a picturesque little pond. Propping herself on her elbows she glanced around. Her husband slowly emerged from the water, bronze body glistening wetly, a teasing inch at a time.
Seeing she was awake, Vin began to prowl towards her with catlike grace.
He was primitive and beautiful.
She smiled at him as he came to stand over her, dripping. His proud cock was once again at attention. He winked.
Gaining her knees before him she ran her hands up the insides of his thighs. Vin gasped and his erect manhood jerked in response to her caress. Still on her knees she gazed up into his face as she opened her mouth and took him in.
The tracker braced his legs and tried to catch his breath. She was exquisite. What she was doing was exquisite.
Exquisite torture.
She licked teasingly over the swollen head of his quivering cock and around the ridge. His legs shook and he shut his eyes, throwing his head back towards the sun.
She ran her tongue down his length, following the throbbing vein, and nibbled her way back to the tip. Raising her hand she took a gentle hold on his balls and ran soft fingers over the heavy sac, tugging and caressing in time with her kisses. Flicking out her tongue she pressed it into the slit on the tip of his cock and he gasped. She grinned and chuckled without releasing him from her mouth. She relished his salty flavour, sucking hard for more of his essence.
Vin groaned when she laughed, the vibrations sending delicious shivers across his skin.
‘Darlin’ ya keep that up an’ I’m gonna cum in yer mouth.’ He opened his eyes and gazed down at her, running his fingers through the soft blonde hair.
She briefly raised her face. ‘Do I swallow?’
Her innocent question nearly sent him over the edge. ‘Only iffn ya want.’
She grinned at him wickedly and flicked him again with a darting tongue. ‘I want. You taste good.’
She went down on him again.
Vin was afraid his legs might give way. She seemed to sense this and placed his hands on her shoulders, supporting some of his weight. He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations dancing over his cock. She suckled and licked, teasing him with her teeth and blowing coolly over his wet skin. He felt his balls tighten.
‘Oh Shit. Dancer… I’m…I’m gonna…Agh! Yesssss!’ His hot cum exploded into her mouth and she swallowed his welcome offering desperately, choking only slightly as his seed splattered against her throat.
Angel eased him down onto the bedroll and licked him clean. He carded his fingers through her hair as his heart regained its regular tempo.
‘Angel? I ain’t complainin’, ya kin do that ta me anytime. You were amazin’. But Darlin’ what was that fer?’ He pulled her up to lie tucked against his side.
‘Just me saying ‘hello’ to my husband. Welcome back, Sky-in-his-eyes.’
‘Ya gonna do that ever’ time I come back after bein’ away?’ She chuckled.
‘I doubt it.’ Vin’s breath stilled. She obviously didn’t like…
‘I shall have to be creative if I am to encourage you to maintain exclusivity. To quote the words of a wise man, ‘Yer mine an’ I ain’t gonna share ya.’The End
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