Storiesonline.net ------- And That Was It by cmsix Copyright© 2010 by cmsix ------- Description: Jake is a young man getting a late start in the Civil War. He finds things more to his liking than he first thought. Codes: MF Mf cons ------- ------- Chapter 1 I'd known I was fucking up when I joined the Confederate Army so Late in the war. Hell, I'd been wanting in on the fight since I was twelve, but by the time I was sixteen and a man grown it was mostly over with and I knew it, even if the other dumb bastards didn't. The only reason we weren't getting the shit kicked out of us now was because Sherman had sucked so many of the Yankee soldiers in on his march to the sea that they didn't have enough to ride herd on the land they'd already conquered. Our fearless leader was worse than that. He wasn't fearless, he was scared shitless and he wasn't about to move us any closer to the Yankees than he absolutely had to. It didn't make a shit to me anyhow. I'd already caught on the South was whipped with a capital W. Hell; our soldiers barely had arms and ammunition. In fact, if I hadn't managed to steal a couple of Colt 44 Armies off an officer I'd killed, and if I hadn't been stalking a deer that let me get up close enough to a Yankee Calvary officer to kill him with a fucking bow and arrow I'd stolen off an Indian I'd killed, I'd be fucked for arms and ammunition right now myself As it was I had a nice US Army Calvary mount, complete with all the tack and weapons the officer had owned and I was making my way out of the conflict through the west end of Tennessee. I figured if I could sneak over into Missouri and leave for points West with a wagon train I'd be in good shape to live over this fucking Civil War. To my way of thinking there hadn't been one damned thing Civil about it, and then the hard part came up. Everybody pretty much knew the South had had it. Hell, I did. I knew the end was near and I wasn't the only soldier, neither south nor north, which had forsaken his military duty and decided it was time for every man for him-fucking-self. At least I used my head about it. Just as I'd been sneaking into Tennessee with my Union mount, tack, arms, and ammunition I had run into a small bunch of good old southern boys who'd already lost their commanding officer themselves. Unfortunately they spotted me first. I never thought anything about why four mounted men dressed like Yankees took off after me since I was on an obvious Yankee cavalry mount wearing a just as obvious Rebel uniform. I did what I could do best, as in, I hid my ass in the thick brambles of the woods and then shot their asses as they came close enough and exposed themselves enough for me to make damned sure of each kill. I might not have had the best weapons I could have, but I was a dead shot with anything I was likely to pick up. I killed their leader with the same damned bow I'd shot the Union Calvary officer with and when one of his bunch saw him fall he rushed over to help him. Since I was close I attacked him from behind and slit his throat with my own big sharp Bowie knife I'd brought from home on the first day I signed up to join in on this fuckup. Luckily for me the second one I killed had a double barrel 10 gauge Greener in his saddle scabbard instead of a rifle like any normal soldier would have. I liberated the Greener just in time to hide behind a tree for the other two in the bunch to come riding up. I let go with both barrels as soon as they stopped and my only concession to them was to aim high so as not to harm the horses they were riding. I couldn't even know for sure whom I was killing or even whom they owed allegiance to since both of them were wearing Union pants and Confederate shirts and jackets. Hell, one of them even had on a Union Calvary boot on one foot and a Confederate one on the other. I decided to get down and cut their throats just to make sure the evil bastards were dead, no matter which side they were on. My hatred for them even grew as I was stripping their bodies since the biggest and by far ugliest of them had a tobacco pouch made from the skin of a woman's breast. Apparently it was an Indian woman since the skin was dark, but not dark enough to be from a black woman. It really twisted my guts up for a second until I figured out a good payback for the sorry bastard. I caught up all their horses and tied them to a tree branch with mine and then I striped all four of their bodies off naked. I didn't want their clothes since it was obvious they had been wearing the same ones for a week or more and from the smell I could tell they hadn't bothered with a bath in that time. Unless I was mistaken they hadn't been paying very close attention to wiping their asses after they shit in the woods either. I did save all their leather belts though and all the mismatched pairs of boots. In fact I saved everything on them made from leather and then I took my Bowie knife to the big ugly one and removed his dick and his ball sack. I took the time to turn his ball sack inside out and scrape the flesh out of it, such as there was. Then I pulled up some grass and stuffed it full so it would dry out for later tanning. Hell, if he could use the skin off a woman's tit for a tobacco pouch I felt it only fair I get a nice pouch of my own out of the deal. I was careful when I removed his sack though and I left the actual balls hanging out of his body by the chords they were attached to. I would have poked his damned eyes out too but the 00 buckshot had taken care of that detail for me. I did use my bowie knife to open up all their abdomens so the animals would have an easier time eating their sorry guts. I examined the horses carefully and found one, which wasn't branded either Union or Confederate. I moved my own saddle to this one since it was the best of all five in my possession now. My Mc McClellan saddle was a slight giveaway that I'd been in the Union Army but then again, by this late date such things were often used by who ever came upon them. Finally I had most of my ill-gotten gains loaded onto the unbranded horse, a big sorrel stallion, and my original bay gelding. The bay looked a little funny with four saddle scabbards attached to its tack but I disguised my work by tying the clothes and boots onto each of the other saddles. I was pretty sure if anyone saw me they'd think something was up, but in this day and time I figured it would give them pause before fucking with me since I was one man leading the horses of four dead men. I had packed the Greener and the fifty 00 buckshot ten gauge shells for it on my newly acquired riding horse and I'd also attached one of my other newfound treasures to him. It was a Sharp's rifle and must have been stolen from a real live, at one time, Sharp shooter, since it had a William Malcolm telescopic sight on it. It was 50-90 Sharps and if it was as accurate as I'd heard I'd be set up for any long shots I needed to make. I also hung another Sharps onto my saddle in its scabbard. It was a carbine model using 45-70 ammunition and while it wasn't the long range solution the other Sharps was, it would do quite well since every Sharps I'd ever seen or heard of was a quality weapon. In fact all of the weapons I found on them were excellent. One of them had a brace of .36 Pattersons, commonly called Navy for the .36 caliber of the lead balls they used. I didn't have any idea where the scroungy looking turd had come up with them since they were presentation grade and they were well kept and looked almost new. The Pattersons had been in a dual holster belt rig and I strapped them on before leaving and after pulling their bullets and reloading every hole in every cylinder. I spent nearly two hours fucking with the things they'd bequeathed to me without really intending to and when I finally mounted up leading my newly elected packhorse closest and with the others strung out behind me on a lariat I'd converted into a long lead rope I headed out, after I'd reloaded every weapon I now had. It didn't take long for me to know I had found a good road headed west. It was wider than most and showed a pretty good bit of travel. I was following a large wagon about two hundred yards behind it and trying to look as innocent as I could, being one man riding a horse and leading five more. Out of nowhere a tree fell down into the road in front of the wagon and caused it to stop. It didn't cause me to stop though since I had an idea of what was about to happen. I dropped the lead rope I'd cobbled up and spurred the big sorrel I was riding, pulling the Sharps rifle as I went. I wasn't in time to stop the robbers from shooting someone in the wagon, but I was in time to show the shooter what it felt like with the Sharps. When the 50 caliber bullet hit him it was a show stopper since the other three who had come boiling out of the wood line for the attack stopped what they were doing and began looking around to see where the shot had come from. I just had time to put the Sharps away and pull the nicest Henry repeater I'd come upon. Five shots from me later they were all on the ground and most of them weren't moving much. When I came up to the wagon there was a woman in the seat trying to help an older gentleman who'd been shot in the chest. I didn't bother to even say anything since I knew she was working on a cause as lost as the one I'd started the war hoping to accomplish. I pulled out the Colt 44 I now had in a cross-draw position on my waist and began giving the final touches to any of the robbers I thought might be able to give me shit later. Two were only hit in the hip and I put a bullet between their eyes post haste. It left one I'd hit high in the chest and of course their leader who I'd basically decapitated with the Sharps. I grabbed up the pistol the wounded one was reaching for and kicked him solidly in the ribs. "Hell, fellar, looks like you're the only one left alive and I'm glad to have you," I said to him as he lay groaning in pain from either the chest shot or the kicks I'd delivered. "Yeh, why is that?" he asked, in a voice I figured he thought was imposing. Of course his voice didn't scare me since he was now wounded and disarmed and I was neither. "Hell, so we'll have someone left to scream while we're torturing you for this shitass trick you pulled on this wagon. In fact, I wonder just how loud you're going to yell when I cut your ball sack off to make a tobacco pouch out of it," I said, and I could tell he wasn't trying to sound so tough now. "Why you want to do something like that, mister?" he asked. "Cause killing you is too good for your nasty ass. What was so important you had to attack a wagon coming down the road that weren't bothering you? Did you think you had to become a mad dog killer after the war? No matter, I'm betting you won't sound like such a rough tough killer while I'm cutting parts off your ass. I just hope the lady in that wagon has a dog so you won't go completely to waster after you're dead. You weren't hoping for a decent burial were you?" I asked, and then laughed as mean and nasty as I could manage. I didn't need another candidate for a tobacco pouch, but it didn't hurt to give him a hint and you never could tell. If he had a big sack it would be better to hold more tobacco. I went ahead and stripped his pants and drawers off him just to make sure he wasn't carrying a big tobacco pouch candidate between his legs. I was sorely disappointed with what I found though. He was hung like a Chihuahua. I laughed at his shrunk up dick when I saw it. "Well, fellar, that's one way to get out of torture. That ball sack you got ain't big enough to make a wrapper for my best marble and I guess nobody ever lied to you and told you that was a dick you had swinging," I said, and laughed again. I heard the man in the wagon give a big sigh then and I figured it was his last so I went over to check on the woman. She was looking lost, but when I asked her if he had expired she said he had and asked me if I could bury him. I told her I could if she had a shovel and then she helped me get him out of the wagon and I took him off into the woods a little way and laid him out near a fairly clear spot. She was waiting for me to help her down when I got back and so I did and she told me where to find their shovel. She told me her name was Janet Campbell and then she allowed she had been supposed to marry the dead man when they got to Independence Missouri. I told her how sorry I was for her loss and then she said the strangest thing. "I guess I should be crying over him and all, but I just can't. He more or less bought me from my pa since he said he'd need a wife when he got to Oregon. In fact him and me was arguing when they came out of the woods. I'd done told him we weren't doing it until we were married and he was trying to bully me into it. I guess I should have given in since if I had we'd have pulled off the road about five miles back and set up camp for the night. I don't know what I'm gonna do now," she said, and it was the first time I'd seen her even near tears. "Well ma'am. I know something you can do to help you get some back on the bastards who killed your man. I took care of the actual shooter with my first shot, but I've got one of the attackers over here and he's only wounded. If you want a little revenge I've got a sharp Bowie knife and he's already naked from the waist down." I said. "Well, it ain't such a terrible loss to me, but Jim was kinda nice and now I'm down here in Tennessee with damned little prospects. I might as well take it out on somebody," she said, and I handed her the Bowie knife as she walked toward our wounded prisoner. He tried to roll himself up in a ball when she came to look at him, especially since the Bowie knife was the most noticeable thing on her. I kicked him right in his ear on one side and it knocked him out and he went limp. "You know, this would be easier if we tied his arms and legs to some stakes driven into the ground. It won't hurt him much if you have to keep knocking him out to keep him still enough," she said. Hell, it sounded good to me and so I helped all I could. First I tied his hands together with the lead rope I was using and after nudging around on the horses I got them to drag him out into the woods. I found an axe in her wagon and managed to cut down a young post oak and cut it into four stakes and sharpened the ends. She told me about a sledgehammer they had in their wagon and after I fetched it I drove the stakes into a square and dragged him into the middle of it. There was a lariat on his saddle and so I took it, tied one of his hands to a stake and then tied off around his opposite foot and stretched him all I could before I tied him off tight. It worked so well I repeated it on his other hand and foot and soon he was tied off, spread-eagle, as they say and he was stretched out good. I just knew, from the way her eyes lit up when he was stretched out, that Janet had a mean streak hidden insider herself somewhere. She walked directly over to the owl hoot and cut his ears off even with the side of his head. He howled loudly about it and so she told him to shut up and cut a big chunk of his nose off. "If you make much more noise I'm gonna find some pliers, clamp onto your tongue, the stretch it out long and cut it plumb off," she told him and he stayed quiet until she reached down, grabbed his dickhead with her left hand, and stretched his dick out about like she threatened to do his tongue. No matter how she'd threatened to cut out his tongue, when she sliced his dick off up near where it started he set up a pitiful howling. She must not have minded the noise so bad though since she got a little creative with what she did next. She picked up the axe I'd used and removed his fingers, one at a time, and saved his thumbs for last. She didn't do his toes the same though. She gathered up some kindling and started a small fire down around each of his feet. "Might as well get you used to what it's going to feel like in hell, you bastard. You're sure going right there as soon as we kill you," she told him. I knew one thing, I liked Janet Campbell. Make that two things though. I knew better than to ever make her really mad at me. She asked me to pull the wagon up out of the road and into the woods so we could set up camp for the night. I did it and when I got it situated I went back to where our prisoner was staked out. "He's dead already. I shoulda known he'd bleed to death too fast when I cut his dick off and damned if he didn't. Might as well pull his body off into the woods so it don't smell up our camp," she said. "I never was the kind of boy or man who wouldn't listen when a woman told me something to do, especially when she was making good sense. I dragged the body off and then went back out on the road and collected everything worth anything from the other bodies and used one of their horses to pull them off into the woods too. When I made it back to the cook fire Janet had a supper cooked and at once I was even gladder I'd found her. She had pulled a fold up table out of her wagon and set a table for us to eat on. She even had two chairs from in there. She had cooked us both a big T-bone steak and she'd made mashed potatoes and even cooked some cathead biscuits to go with it. It was the best meal I'd had in a long time and I dug in without talking much, but I damned sure liked looking at Janet. In the first place I'd always liked redheads and especially green-eyed examples. She also had ample evidence of plenty of titty under her dress's top and they jiggled when she moved this way and that. As she'd been bending down and stooping around while she'd cut up the now dead guy I'd also noticed she had a round and firm looking ass and I just wished for a way to get a look at her legs to see if they were as pretty as I thought they must be. Finally I couldn't stand the silence and so I asked her. "Where were y'all headed Janet?" "We were going to Independence Missouri to catch on with a wagon train. I know this ain't the kind of wagon that's best for a trip West, but it was what was handy and Tom had some gold to buy another one with if we ran across one," she said. "What about you? Where were you headed?" she asked. "Well, I hate to say after you've just told me your story." I said. "Why?" she asked. "Cause it'll sound like I'm just making up a tale, but I was heading to the same place you were. I was hoping to get hired on as a driver or a scout for a wagon train." I said. "Well, if you ask the right question to me you might get to go along anyway," She said, and then smiled so bright I thought the sun was coming up again and it had just now gone down. "Well, Janet, could I go west with you?" I asked. "You ain't asked the right question yet, but you did come awfully close," she said, and then giggled. I had never been a good hand at talking with girls and especially not such pretty women, as I now considered Janet. No matter how hard I thought about it I couldn't figure out which question I should have asked. "Do you give up yet?" she asked me, and then giggled again. "I guess I'll have to. I can't figure out which question I should have asked." I said. "Let me give you a hint or two so I can see if you'll catch onto it yourself," she said, and I nodded in agreement. "Where was I headed when you came up on me? Better yet what was I going to do when I got there?" she asked. Hell, I knew she'd been headed to Independence Missouri, but that was just a waypoint and she'd told me they were going to Oregon. She'd also told me they were going to get married when they got there. She couldn't mean that could she? Hell, I was fool enough to ask her and see. "Janet, I know we ain't known each other long, but will you marry me?" I asked, and I must have made it sound as sincere as I meant it to. "Got it right without even much hinting. Yes, I'll marry you, but we ain't waiting all the way till we get to Oregon. I'd done made up my mind before those assholes stopped us that I couldn't hold off on Tom until we got clean across the country. Hell, I ain't even sure I can hold out on you until we find a preacher. The more I think about it I guess we'd better start our honeymoon tonight and let a preacher get us hitched catch as catch can," she said, and then she shook her titties inside her dress at me. Speechless is what I was, and a little bit anxious. I'd kissed girls before and hugged them plenty, but I'd never really done it before even if I had peeped around and seen others at it. I figured I'd better explain myself and I blurted it out before I lost my nerve. "Oh Goody. I never have either of course, but I've watched it done by ma and pa and I've talked to other girls who got begged in the tatter patch and they told me about it. It was one of the things I didn't like about Tom, because he told me he knew how from doing it with whores at the saloon." "I can hardly believe how lucky you turned out for me. First you killed those bastards, who killed Tom, and now you ain't never done it before either and here you've asked me to marry you. "Let's get the camp and the dishes cleaned up and then get into the wagon to start our honeymoon. Just make sure you don't forget you asked me to marry you and I've accepted." she said. I had hell helping clean up around the campsite and then helping her clean up the dishes what with my dick so hard, but we got it done. She wanted to get into the wagon first to get ready she said, and after a few minutes she called me on inside. She had got ready for real. She'd changed the sheets on their mattress. I could tell since the ones on it now were so clean and barely wrinkled at all. There were two big lumps in it though and they were where she had the sheet pulled up around her neck. She hurried me along and off my staring though by telling me to get undressed and into the bed with her. Hell, she'd even lit a small kerosene lamp and there was plenty of light in there. I felt my face and ears get a little red when I started out of my clothes but finally it was time to drop my drawers and get in beside her. When they hit the floor she surprised me. "MY God, what a dick," she said, when she first saw it. I slipped in under the covers with her and hugged her to me right away. "If you ain't never done it before how did you know mine was a big one?" I asked her, teasing. "I told you I'd seen people doing it before and Tom even showed me his while he was trying to talk me into it. Pa's wasn't nearly as long as yours is and not as big around either. Tom's didn't even come close. If you've got a dick all Tom had was a wee wee," she said, and then giggled again. I kissed her soundly then and even pushed my tongue into her mouth like I'd heard girls talking about a French kiss. She nearly swooned but she made up for it by reaching down and wrapping her little hand around my dick and tentatively stroking it up and back. I was ready to get started by now though and I moved my lips down to suck on her nipples like Mary Jane Johnson had let me one time. I kissed, sucked, and teased her nipple with my tongue and then moved over to the other one. It was doing the job on Janet too, because her hips were already worming and squirming all over the mattress. Soon enough I put my hand down into her bush to tease the next place I new the action was going to get started. He pussy was wet and slimy feeling and she sighed loudly and then squealed a little when I ran my fingers over the little bump at the top like Mary Jane had me do just before she cut me off and said she had to go home. Janet wrestled and tugged around on me a little and then she got my legs over in between hers. She used her grip on my dick to pull me up closer and of course by now I was helping every way I could. She moved my dickhead up against her pussy's lips, rubbed it around between them a little and then whispered in my ear. "Push it up in me now, Jake. Be gentle though so it won't hurt me so when you break my cherry," she said. Hell, I pushed, and I did feel a little resistance and then it was gone and she tensed up a little bit, but in just a second she moved her hips under me and I pushed it on up her. She gasped as I slid in farther, but we were going at it hammer and tongs in just a little while. "OH God, that is big, but it feels so good in me. See if you can do it a little harder, and faster." she said. I could sure as hell do it a lot harder and faster, but I held back all I could. She kept banging her hips up to me until I remembered what Carolyn Jenkins had me do to her once. I slipped my hand down between us and started teasing the little bud just at the top of Janet's slit and in seconds I knew I'd done the right thing. She started moaning low in her throat and then she quivered all over then put her hands on my asscheeks and pulled me into her hard. We went crazy for a few minutes and before I wanted it to happen I felt my balls tighten up and my seed started spurting up in her. She pulled me to her with her grip on my asscheeks then and held on tight while she just shook and cried out. I guess that was what coming was all about and it was sure worth the effort. I was winded by now and sagged down onto her as she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I eased my weight off to the side of her but kept my arms around her too. We kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep. She told me she loved me and I told her I loved her more and we just fell asleep. The sun peeking through the canvas woke me the next morning and I'd just laid back in bed hoping to catch a few more winks when one of the mules snorted. I knew that sound meant it knew about something I should, so I dragged on my pants and picked up one of the Greeners and shoved a few extra shells in my pocket. I also pulled my Colt 44 out of its holster and slid it down into the waistband of my pants. There was a little sliver of light coming in through the back where the canvas didn't fit exactly perfect since it wasn't laced up. I peeked out through it and saw two men creeping up toward the wagon with their revolvers in their hands. I woke Janet and told her to stay low in the wagon below the boards around it and then I made my way up front and out over the seat. The two men were closer now and so I hopped down onto the ground. Only one of them was visible from where I landed and he looked my way at the noise. I cut loose with the Greener since he was no more than thirty feet from me. I let him have both barrels and it damned nearly cut him in half. I broke the double barrel open and put in two more shells I'd dug out of my pocket and then headed toward the back of the wagon to see where the other one had got off to. He had tried to climb into the back of the wagon but I heard one of my Pattersons fire from inside and he came flying back out with a new hole in his chest. He wasn't dead yet but he had dropped his revolver. I stepped over and shoved the Greener's barrels down into his mouth and I'm sure they took a couple of his teeth out when they made their entrance. "What have we here?" I asked, as I wiggled the barrels around in his mouth. Of course he couldn't answer, but his eyes did open up real wide "The otherns deader than shit Janet and you plugged this one in the chest. Get dressed and you can come out and watch me finish him off. Bring my bowie knife when you come," I shouted to her. She was out in a couple of minutes, but she hadn't put on a dress this morning. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her a little loose, but she had them cinched up tight around her waist with a belt. "Oh, Jake. I fount these pliers in the wagon and I brought them in case you want to pull his tongue out so you can cut it off easier if he hollers too loud," Janet said, as she handed them too me. "I don't know Janet. He probably don't know anything worth telling us and so we'd probably be better served just cutting his dick off and seeing if he won't just bleed to death from it." I said. The one with the Greener in his smile shook his head remarkably then so I pulled it our so he could have a chance to talk. "Please don't cut my dick off mister. I'll tell you anything you want to know without that," he said. "What do you know that'll be worth a shit. I'd a kilt you just for meanness without you coming up and trying to rob or kill us. I sure as hell ain't going to let you live without you got something good to tell us," I said. "I can tell you where all our stuff we stole is hid out." he said. "Ok, tell us, but be quick about it. I ain't got all fucking day," I said. He begged around asking us to promise not to kill him if he told us so I said I promised. He did better than tell us though. After we got ready to move I saddled up a mount for Janet, saddled up Red for me to ride and then threw a saddle on one of the mules, tied his feet under it and tied his hands onto the pommel and put a lead rope onto the mule. We went out to the road and he told us which cut off to take about a mile down it and the next thing you know we were in a small camp place where six wagons were parked and damned nearly thirty mules were picketed. I untied our customer and slapped fire from his ass until he told us where we were. "Our gang stops wagons and steals them and then brings them here. We go through them and take out any valuables and we pile them all into that big wagon," he said. "Where are the rest of them then?" I asked, and he acted like he wasn't going to tell me until I knocked him onto the ground and kicked him as hard as I could in the balls. He finally decided he didn't owe his pals all the wear and tear on his balls and he told us they'd left out early in the morning and gone on up the road to get another wagon. I figured they'd bypassed us on the way and I was thankful for small favors. He'd told us they'd be back with whatever they'd taken by a little after noon. I drove our wagon on back farther in the woods and then came back, stuffed a pair of socks I'd found into his mouth and then tied his hands and feet tightly and dragged him on off into the woods and tied him down to a tree. I fished both Greeners out of our wagon and I loaded my Henry fully and also loaded up one I'd found on his saddle too and laid it beside me. I gave Janet one of the Greeners and hid her close but well. I hid out myself, but did it where I could watch the road and then slip back into position where I'd have a clear field of fire over the campsite. Hell, it didn't even take long. Six men came riding up with a wagon and one horse was tied on behind it. I figured it was the one for the man who was driving. It took them half an hour to get the newest wagon arrival situated and then they tied off their horses and I was glad to see they left their rifles on their saddle scabbards. I was over near Janet then and took the other Greener and cut loose while they were all standing around the stirred up campfire waiting for a pot of coffee to boil. I'd already told Janet I was going to fire first and asked her to hold her fire until I'd started in on them with a Henry after I'd fired my Greener. I got all six of them standing around with the first two rounds from the Greener. It left only one unwounded and I nailed him in the head with the Henry when he came racing around from the front of the wagon they'd just drove up. Some of those I'd got with the Greener weren't wounded too badly and I picked at them with the Henry. Three of them jumped up and ran toward where I was but Janet showed them she'd been saving something for them and she nailed the three of them with her two shells. I jumped up and took a good look and only one of them seemed able to do anything except groan in pain then and I ended his troubles with another headshot. Of the seven who'd come back only three were alive now and I put an end to their suffering with my Colt. I even went around and gave a solid kick to everyone of their bodies and none of them flinched I took my bowie knife to their throats then and made sure we wouldn't have any more trouble out of them. I checked in the wagon they'd brought up then and found two bodies, a man and a woman who were both dead. Looking around in the back I found a Red haired girl who I thought was about fourteen or fifteen. She was striped naked, tied up, and gagged. I removed the gag first and she burst out crying. I called Janet to come in and see if she could settle the girl down while I buried her folks. An hour later I had the holes dug and the bodies in them and then Janet brought the girl out and prayed over her parents. They went back to the wagon then while I finished the job. The girl, Jennifer, was a looker even if she was a little young. I wondered that they hadn't raped her already and then she told us they'd made a big thing of how they were going to all do it to her when they got back to camp. I pointed out they'd never have the chance now. "Aren't you going to bury them?" she asked. "No. I'm not. They don't deserve a decent burial. I'm only sorry a few of them didn't live over it so we could torture them some before we sent them off to hell," I said. "Well, we've still got that one we can make pay for it," Janet said. "I promised him we wouldn't kill him if he told us how to get here, and I'm going to keep my word," I said. "You don't mean you're going to let him loose after what all he's been helping with," Janet said. "On, I ain't about to turn him loose. Tomorrow we're going to get all these wagons hitched and take them to the nearest town with all these bodies going along too. There'll be a marshal there and we'll turn the dead ones and our prisoner over to him. It's my guess there'll be a necktie party for our prisoner unless the marshal is a real stickler for details and intends to hold him for a trial." I said. We searched all the wagons until sunset and left most of the things undisturbed. The only wagon I took anything out of was the big one the thieves had been using as a sort of storage house. I found a large metal box in it and inside it were five hundred and sixty two gold double eagles. I put it in my wagon. I took all the guns and weapons off the dead men we'd killed and wound up with another presentation grade pair of Pattersons and a really nice double holster gun belt for them. I also found two more Colt .44s like mine and they had both been converted to fire the .44 rim fires like mine had been. Janet and Jennifer fixed us a supper and then after we cleaned up and washed the dishes they went into our wagon and got ready for sleep. A few minutes later Janet called me in to go to sleep too. I thought it was a little odd Janet had a lantern lit and hanging from the inside of the wagon when I came in and then I got the word. Jennifer was still a virgin after her ordeal, but she was curious and wanted to see a naked man so I was elected. That wasn't all either. Janet let me know I needed to ask Jennifer to marry me too. I wasn't sure about this, but Janet explained Jennifer was going to wait until we were really married to give herself to me, if she could stand it, but she wanted to watch me give it to Janet, and she might even help a little. I had just got naked with my hard dick waving in the breeze when one of the mules snorted. I had my pants and boots back on in seconds and Janet handed me a loaded Greener while she kept one, handed me one of my Colts and showed Jennifer where the Pattersons were hanging. I was out of the wagon through the front just as another asshole rode up. He was looking all around and calling out names as if he were wanting one of the dead ones to answer him. I stayed out of site until he put his hand down to reach for his revolver. I let him have both barrels and he left his horse right away over the side away from the blast. I went over to check on him but I saw right away he'd never need checking again. I went over to the one we'd brought with us as a prisoner, kicked him good to wake him up and untied his feet so he could walk. When we reached the brand new deadman he told me it was Jock Wilson, the leader of the gang. I took him back to where he'd been, tied his feet back up and tied him to a tree and then left him. Jock was a pleasant late night surprise even if he was deader than shit. He had a nice double holster gun rig on with two bright and shiny new Colt Sheffield's in .44. They had the break open cylinder for fast reloading and he even had a nice hideout derringer in his belt behind the big buckle he wore. The derringer also used 44 cartridges and I took it as my own right away. He also had two pockets full of double eagles. They amounted to twenty-seven of them and he'd ridden up on a nice horse with an even nicer saddle and a saddle scabbard with what I took to be a brand new Henry in it. We were up with the sunrise the next morning. Janet and Jennifer fixed us a fine breakfast and the hitching up got started. We didn't have enough drivers for all the wagons and so I hitched all the mules, drove the wagons out onto the road, one behind the others, and rigged up hitches to the tongues to the rear of the wagon in front of them and hoped it would work out. I tied all the dead owl hoots over their saddles even thought I wasn't sure I had the right body on its former horse. I tied the horses onto a lead rope made from lariats and tied the rope onto the last wagon in line. We pulled into the next little town about two hours after sunrise. It was the last town of any size before Memphis and it was more of a town then I expected. We went directly to the marshal's office with our cargo of mostly dead men. The marshal was stumped for what to do about things when I told him my tale and he sent for a circuit judge who happened to be in town right away. Judge Jackson was a rather rotund man about six feet tall, but he wasn't lost like the marshal had been. "The first thing you need to do marshal is thank this man. Even I can recognize two wagons which are from this town and the owners were considered lost or dead. Now we know they are dead, but at least their families will have some peace. The damned no good sheriff ought to be here thanking him too, but I doubt he'll get off his lazy ass to come and do it." "The bad part about democracy is the fools ignorant voters will often put in office. Jake, let me tell you right now not to take a ration of shit from the sheriff. Shoot his ass dead if he gives you any trouble and I'll guarantee you won't hear a word about it. If someone tries to arrest you over it shoot their asses dead too," Judge Jackson told me. Apparently others heard it and told the sheriff because I noticed that worthy was never seen by me the two days I was in town. The judge called for a town meeting and he ordered the word spread about the wagons, which had been returned. Several people did come by and look at the wagons and the marshal finally found out who they'd all belonged to. Only one woman came up to claim one. At least she was the only one who had a decent claim. One jackass tried to claim my wagon and one tried to claim Jennifer's. The marshal arrested the two right away and he even gave me the money they had in their pockets and their firearms to boot. "They're nothing but town pains in the ass. I only wished I could think of a hanging charge over this attempted theft. At least we can probably get them a year or two in prison over it," he said. The woman who'd claimed the biggest wagon was apparently the actual owner, or her husband had been. She came over to talk to me in private and I told her I didn't have any further information about her husband and that he'd probably been killed by some of the dead men we'd brought into town. "I tried to tell him not to go traveling in that wagon until we started west, but he just wouldn't listen. Now he's left me here with no way to make a living but whoring when my money runs out. We were supposed to head out to Independence Missouri and catch on with a wagon train by now," Carolyn Chambers told me. I could see the writing on the wall when Janet and Jennifer asked her back into the wagon to talk. Hell, I didn't mind a damned bit. The only trouble I could see was Carolyn Chambers was a blue-eyed blonde. I wasn't sure she could get along with two redheads. She was otherwise built like a brick shithouse and a nice one at that. The only snag, which came up, was when Carolyn wanted us to come out to her house to spend the night. Hell, it was fine with me. She had a nice house and two kids. One of them was a fourteen-year-old little copy of what she must have looked like when she was that age. The boy, who was twelve, needed a man in his life something awful and hell, I wouldn't mind teaching a young man how to conduct himself. At least I wouldn't mind teaching him how I did it. By morning the deal was nearly done and by suppertime I was encouraged to get on bended knee and ask Carolyn to marry us. Hell, fool for pussy that I was I did it. Carolyn could not be talked into waiting until the nuptials were said to consummate our joining and so she invited Janet, Jennifer, and me into her bedroom to spend the night and all others. Jennifer was still convinced she needed to wait for the preacher's blessing but it didn't mean she didn't want to watch. Carolyn was in bed, naked, with only a sheet hiding her titties from me when I came in. Janet and Jennifer had made sure a light was on and they had me get naked for all of them to see. "My God, what a dick," Carolyn said as soon as it was revealed. It didn't matter to me since it was hidden again after just a little hugging and kissing on Carolyn as I slid into bed with the three of them. Carolyn didn't waste much time either and she had me between her lovely legs before I could get my fill of her nipples and lips. She took matters in hand and lined me up with her slippery portal right away and then she urged me to push, and I did. I hate to speak ill of the dead, but Carolyn's former husband must have been a pencil dick. As slippery as she was down there it was still a job of work to get my dick up her. It had its own rewards though. She was moaning and crying from the first and even though I asked her if I was hurting her she told me if I was to keep it up until she died from the pain. We didn't get too much mileage out of our first fuck since Carolyn just exploded under me nearly right off the bat and she went off again when I slipped a hand down into her bush and flicked her clitty a little. Without a doubt Carolyn had missed what she hadn't been getting lately. She was so satiated I had to dismount and put it up Janet to get relief. Apparently they multiplied their own heat since Janet went off promptly and then did it again just as I was getting wound up to share the baby making lotion with them. I snuggled among 'em until I was snuggled out and fell asleep. I was more than a little surprised when Kaitlyn, Carolyn's young daughter was in bed with us when we woke. I was especially surprised when she kissed me like a grown woman as soon as my eyes opened and she had a good grip on my dick too. After breakfast Carolyn shared a little secret with us. Her husband had been a Union supporter during the war and they'd paid him handsomely in gold for all the cattle he could provide. In fact Carolyn said they paid him a premium because he never sold a cow to the south. She took me to the basement and showed me the money she had saved up since neither she nor her husband had ever liked dealing with banks. I was flabbergasted since she had a few over four thousand double eagles stored down there. Things went fast after that. The women sent me into town to buy each of them a gold wedding band and I did it. I paid for each of them and told the storeowner I'd return the ones that didn't fit later for a refund. When I got them back to Carolyn's house they each tried them on and then switched around and finally came up with one that would fit each of them. Carolyn had been working behind the scenes too. She'd invited the Methodist preacher out for supper, and had made a deal with him. He was new to the area and his congregation had been trying to get hold of a decent parsonage which was set up to raise cows since it was felt he could earn a little on the side if he had such and would be able to make it fine if donations went a little slack during parts of the year. He had supper with us and then took a little time for a private prayer meeting afterwards and he married us all to boot. There was no such thing as a marriage license in Missouri at the time and after he filled in the paperwork we were wed. The Mormons hadn't even caused their multi-marriage stink yet so everything was set to go. ------- Chapter 2 It wasn't the only thing set to go though. Carolyn had a blacksmith on her ranch and she had him go over her big wagon and both the others looking for things needing fixing. She also had me tell him just how I wanted them fixed up. I asked him if he could put a hook onto the tongue of each wagon and strong loop onto the back of each one so they'd stay in line when we were traveling. Hell, he did it in only a couple of hours and then he had some of the hands hitch the mules and tried it out. It worked out perfectly and since they had a good Jack on the place they had several big mules they could add to the bunch we had already. Carolyn went down into town the next day to her lawyers place where the First Methodist Churcch closed a deal for her place. They paid her fifteen thousand in gold for her home and two thousand acres and we naturally took it in glod double eagles and she had her blacksmith make three stout iron boxes and attach them to the underside of the wagons. Hell, we were set to go and the next morning we packed up, changed the mattress in the wedding wagon out for the one on Carolyn's bed and then headed out. We rode a ferry from Memphis into Arkansas and then heaed toward Missoouri from there. Even though we had the hook up installed already we drove the wagons separetly so all the women and girls plus Jimbo could practice driving the wagons. Jimbo threw us a curve on the second day away from their home. He announced he was named Jakebo from now on and even though Carolyn cried a little at first she was one of the first to switch to calling him by his new name and I'll admit it made my eyes a little misty a time or two. All my business hadn't been transacted at Carolyn's home while I was staying there. I'd found a good gunsmithe place in Memphis and I'd had every .44 calibre handgun we owned converted to fire the same .44 rimfires the Henrys used. I'd also had him go through all the actions to make sure they were right and i'd had him reduce the trigger pull a little. They werne't set on so called hair triggers but they were close and all the actions were as smooth as silk to operate, even in the double action firing. As we passed through Memphis the last time Jimbo spotted something he wanted in the window of a store and so we pulled our long rig over and unassed it to go inside. He had spied a Greener in a window display and when we got inside it was a twelve gauge. I thought he was big enough to handle the smaller loads and I paid for it and a thousand shells right away. I even bought the nice saddle scabbard they had for it. As we left West Memphis, the town on the Arkansas side the ferry let us off at, and got on out of town heading north I let Jimbo practice with one of the best and newest Henrys we had and he was a damned good shot. I also gave him one of the 44 conversions we had and he tried it out too. We passed a deer browsing near the roadsice about two miles out of town and Jimbo showed me a trick he'd made up himself. We were riding in the front wagon and he took off toward the back of it, scrambled out of the canvas, hopped down onto the tongue of the following wagon and raced down it into the next wagon. I guess he pulled the same trick in the second wagon and he ended up in the rear one, picked up his new Greener, and shot the deer from the front seat of the third wagon. I could barely keep from laughing at his antics when we stopped and I went to the back and gutted the deer and skinned it out. I tied it up to the last wagon to let it bleed out and we were on our way again. We pulled off into the woods after the first day of travel and as I started the cook fire Jimbo started his campaign to have deer for supper. All the women told him of course we were going to eat the meat he provided for the family and they cooked every bit of it. It was more than we could eat, but the women said we could have it like jerky the next day and then put what was left into a stewpot and have a nice venison stew for supper tomorrow. The next day was nice traveling, but as we got closer to the Missouri line I started worrying over the tales I'd heard of the raiders from Missouri during the war. Of couse the war was over, but even I knew there were some in Missouri who were unreconstructed as of yet. No matter how the war came out I was sure if there were former raiders around they would probably still be raiders at heart if not in deed. We were about twenty miles from the Missouri line when we ran into our first shit. Of course we had all weapons loaded and I was watching the roadside closely. I happened to see a man chopping hell out of a tree near the road and so I pulled us to a stop. Sure enough the tree came down to block our way, the only bad part for them was a good part for us. We had stopped a quarter of a mile before we came to it. Four men bailed out of the woods on horseback anyway and they turned our way with pistols in hand. Jimbo and I were firing Henrys at them right away and I had already told the women to get back into the wagon. Only two of the men made it even with our lead mules and both Jimbo and I picked up our Greners and let fly. It was an awesome demonstration of why not to buck a shotgun head on. Since we'd aimed a little high to make sure we didn't hit our mules or their horses the last two were decapitated, but not in the normal way. We didn't separate their heads from their bodies. It was more like we just erased their heads. Their bodies stayed upright on their horses for a few seconds, but they both spurted blood up from the stumps of their necks until they fell off. Jimbo was very excited since they were the first men he'd ever killed. He broke the Greener open and put in two more shells right away and we got down and walked toward the bodies. I was pushing new bullets into my Henry as we went. We collected horses and everything off the dead men as we went but when we reached the place where the tree had been cut I saw a young boy sitting in the woods and he looked like he was crying. I walked over to him and asked what was wrong. "That was my pa you killed, or one of them was. Ma told him not to try nothing so silly, but now he's dead and we won't even have him to hunt for our food." he said, and big tears were rolling down his cheeks. "Come along with me son and get in the wagon back here. How far away do you live?" I asked. "It's just about two miles up the road." "Well come and show me which man was your pa," I said, and he did. We took everything from all their pockets. I was intending to save what was in the boy's father's pockets but he didn't have anything. I picked him up and carried him to the last wagon and put him inside and laid him out. I asked the boy if any of the others had been any kin to him and he told me they weren't so we stripped off their bodies and dragged them back into the woods. I had the boy get into the wagon seat with me on the first wagon and Jimbo came and got in beside him. The boy showed us where to turn off to his place and it wasn't even a mile off the road. His mother came out into the yard when we got there and as Jimmy Carter would say much later, I had lust in my heart at once. The only trouble was I'd thought my heart was up in my chest and not down behind my zipper where the lust had started something. We all unassed the wagons and the women were all crowded around the woman who we took to be Johnny's mother when I gave her the sad news. She cried at first and then bucked up. "I told Frank we'd make it somehow without robbing folks who hadn't done us no ham but he kept listening to those other fools and just had to try it. I'm awful sorry for what they tried to do to you folks." Mary Jameson said to us. The women were alreay over their mad over things now and they did their best to comfor the woman. I at least asked her if she had any preference where I should bury her husband, and she showed me a place behind the house so I got a shovel and started digging. I called Mary Jameson out when I had her husband in the hole and she said a prayer over him and then the women went back into the house and I covered him up. His son watched the whole thing and only cried a little. I had noticed the women going out to the wagons and bringing things inside while we were finishing up. When Johnny and I went into the house I could smell food cooking. I got another little shock when I went into the kitchen. Mary Jameson had a baby girl at her breast nursing. "I guess Frank did at least do a little good getting killed. He let you kind folks find us here and share a meal with us. Maybe it'll let me keep my milk a little longer and it'll keep the baby from starving right away." Mary said. If she'd been trying she couldn't have said anything better to make sure her baby wouldn't starve. All my women rushed up to her, petting on her and telling her everything would be all right. I'm sure she didn't see how it could be, but I just had a feeling her husband had gotten his fool self killed and knocked she, Johnny, and the baby onto the gravy train. Hell, it suited me fine. If she wanted to be my next wife I was sure as hell all for it. Shit, she was even a redhead, but she had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen, except for my two blonde wives that is. Hell, I was gathering up a family and it didn't bother me a bit. When the baby was filled up I took her and put her to my shoulder for burping. Mary smiled at me, but watched me closely while I did it. The little stinker burped a good one and then giggled when I turned her around and kissed her forehead. I pushed my face toward her and back a couple of times and she started waving her arms around trying to catch me. I sat down in a chair and pulled Johnny onto my knee and did my best to play with him and the baby at the same time. I didn't see where it would hurt a thing to let my next new wife know I could make a fine daddy for her kids. She could cook too, or at least she could cook as much as my other mates let her. We ate a nice supper of venison stew with cathead biscuits and then we sat around talking. Mary put little Janey to bed and then sent Johnny off to bed too. She looked at me and asked. "Is it true what they said?" she asked, and I knew my cue when I heard it. I hit my knees in front of her. "Mary, I know this is awful sudden, but would you marry me and become one of my wives," I asked her, looking her in her blue eyes the whole time. Tears were leaking out of her eyes when she said she would and I hugged her to me at once. Things were pretty tearful all around for a few minutes and each of my wives came around to whisper in my ear and brag on me for doing such a wonderful job. Jimbo even came up and congratulated me. I hugged him to me tightly and told him he'd have to help me help Johnny feel welcome, and he promised he would. Alas, new wife on the way or not there was no fucking that night. The women all slept in the house and I stayed out in the wagon with Jimbo and Johnny. We were watching over the place and it turned out a good thing we were. Just before sunrise one of the yard dogs started barking. I was pulling on my pants and boots in seconds and Johnny woke up too. He looked out of the wagon and then came in and reported. It's that thieving Sam Jackson. He was one of them who taked Daddy into joining the other robbers. He was supposed to go with them yesterday and now he's come to our house and is trying to steal Daddy's riding horse." he said. "What you wanna bet I can make him stop?" I asked. When I looked out of the front with a Henry sure enough, Sam Jackson, or whoever he was, was leading a nice bay mare out of the barn. The Henry made him quit, but I only shot him in the arm holding up a rifle. I was out of the wagon and over to him quickly. "What in the hell are you doing trying to steal the stock from my next new wife?" I asked him, yelling. "Why I didn't know it was your next new wife mister. I heard her man got kilt yesterday," he said. "So you're the kind of sorry bastard that would come and steal a widow's stock and her with two kids to feed?" I asked, and he didn't have a comeback for that. I kicked him in his shot upperarm to listen to him scream then. "Let me tell you what I'm gonna do for you, you sorry piece of dogshit. First I'm gonna cut your tongue off and then I'm gonna cut your dick off. I'll watch you for about an hour to see if you bleed to death and if you don't I'm going to think up something else to cut off you to see if you will." I said, and it was clear Sam Jackson knew he was not having a good day. Janet opened the back door to the house then and asked me what was going on. "I just caught this sorry bastard trying to steal the stock of a poor widow. He'd a been here sooner but he just found out her man was killed yesterday a little while ago. Can you find the pliers for me," I asked, and she said she would right away. I asked Johnny if they had an axe and he said he'd fetch it. Jimbo was up now too and he was out looking over Sam Jackson. Johnny came back with the axe then and I asked Jimbo to keep watch on Sam while I went to cut some stakes. "Don't kill him, but shoot him in the knee if he moves." I said. "Which knee?" Johnny asked. "Hell, don't be stingy with the bullets. Shoot him in both knees." I spotted a couple of smal postoaks and went to cut them down and made four stakes. When I brought them back Johnny said they sure did have a sledge hammer and he brought it to me right away. As I was tying Sam up spread eagle Mary came out and brought me a cup of coffee. "Sam Jackson. I always knew you weren't really woth the shit they piled up to make you out of. Save a place in hell for all your friends cause they'll need one," she said, spit on him, and then went back into the house. I had old Sam's hands tied up tight in no time and then I unfastened his pants and pulled them and his drawers off. He was begging and pleading by then. "You better save your begging and pleading for the Lord Sam, cause you ain't getting any mercy from me over what you tried to pull." I said. I tied his feet to the stakes then and took the pliers, pushed them into his mouth and gripped he end of his tongue. I stretched it out as long as it would come and then made a quick slice across it with my Bowie knife. It came off slick as a whistle. I grabbed his dickhead with them next and squeezed it as hard as I could to get things started. He tried to scream when I pulled it hard but he only gurgled as the blood ran down his throat. I cut his dick off short and then thought what the hell and took hold of his ball sack and pulled it tight too. I didn't try for a neat cut but just whacked his ballsack off, balls and all. Poor Sam. Every time he tried to cry blood from his severed tongue ran down his throat and choked him. He was lasting longer than I thought he would and I almost called for some kindling to start a fire on his belly, but I let well enough along and he died soon enough. It was false dawn before we finished with Sam and the women were already fixing breakfast so we went in to eat. Mary said she cooked all the bacon she had left and all the eggs too and we ate it all. As soon as we finished the women went to work packing. There was little enough Mary had but they got it all. I went out into the barn and saddled the bay mare Sam Jackson had tried to steal and then put a halter on a fairly good looking mule and led it out with our stock. They also had a Jersey Milch cow and I made a halter for it out of rope and tied it to the back of the last wagon. It was obviously pregnant and I figured when hte calf cam it would freshen her up and she could provide milk for the baby. The only thng worth having in the barn besides the horse, mule, and the cow was a plow. I loaded it into the back wagon with help from Johnny and Jimbo. I didn't have any idea when I'd ever need a plow but I figured we'd be better off with it than without it. When we were loaded we boarded the wagons and headed out. We hadn't gone five miles before Jimbo pointed out a house by the side of the road and told me Old man Jimson raised dogs and lived there. I turned into his drive and pulled up nearly to the house. Mr Jimson came out to see what we wanted and I told him Johnny had told me he raised some good dogs, and it was the right thing to say. He asked me to get down and take a look at them and I did and had the girls come along too. He did have some big nice looking dogs. They looked like they must have had some German Sheppard in them somewhere down the line, but they were bigger and broader than any I'd ever seen. When I got around to asking him about buying a couple he told me twenty dollars each and seemed surprised when I handed him two double eagles. He called a couple to him and told me they were the best of his bunch. He also told me I'd need to tie them in the wagons until I was far away from his place and had already made good friends with them. ------- Chapter 3 I cut off two of the belts I'd taken off dead men and punched holes in them to make collars for the dogs, Jasper and Jerry. They didn't fuss about them at first but they did try to pull loose when we tied them into the wagon with Fido, Johnny's dog. I had Jimbo and Johnny ride near them to keep them company and Mary bought two-dozen eggs and a couple of pounds of bacon off Mr. Jimson's wife. I was glad she was looking out for breakfast tomorrow. We didn't stay long and headed on down the road. I felt a little better after we crossed into Missouri but it was only wishful thinking. Luckily Janet was paying close attention to the roadside woods and she tipped me off about four mounted men sitting their horses just inside the woods about a quarter of a mile ahead. I spotted them as soon as she told me about them and I kept going for about another hundred yards and then I pulled the wagon to a stop and picked up the Sharps with the telescopic sight. I'd checked it out the afternoon before we left and it had been hitting right on at a hundred yards. The men in the woods started moving around just a little when we stopped. I guess they were nervous. Soon enough they all pulled their revolvers and spurred their horses into the road and headed for us. I told the women and the boys to get down low in back of the wagon and then put the Sharps to my shoulder and put the crosshair on the chest of the one in the lead. When he pulled his revolver I shot him dead center and then picked up a Greener and let the others get a little closer. Since I aimed high before I shot they last three weren't killed right away, but it did make a mess of their faces and it shot all their eyes out. Of course they all fell off their horses so I had Johnny and Jakebo come with me when I left the wagon. I had them gather up the horses while I went to examine my work. It was easy to tell they were all blind now, except the dead one, and I took a little time to tell them I'd be taking them to the next town and turning them over to the marshal there. "You three are gonna be prime meat in prison when you get there. The queers will take good care of you though. I hope you like getting a dick up your ass cause it's what you've got to look forward to for the rest of your lives." I told them. It started them in begging to be put out of their misery and so I pulled my bowie knife and slit their throats. I checked their pockets and came up with five or six double eagles off each of them and even a little odd change. After I'd gone through their pockets Johnny and Jakebo helped me get them stripped naked and we pulled their bodies back off the road into the woods. We climbed back aboard the wagons and headed out again but we pulled off into the roadside woods to camp as the sun was threatening to set. The women cooked a nice meal then we all helped cleaning the dishes and went to bed. The boys found places to sleep in the second wagon and though I was piled up in the first one with the women I wasn't sure it would be fun and games since the baby was with us. Mary didn't think the baby would even notice what went on and while Carolyn knew Kaitlyn would notice she seemed to think it was time for her to get a little education. What the hell, who was I to argue with her mother. I had my work cut out for me with Janet, Carolyn, and Mary, and it seemed Jennifer was getting set for a round herself. She was still a little young for such to my way of thinking but all the other women told me she was old enough to try it out. Jennifer could hear the way the wind was blowing and so she was the first one naked and she was stroking my dick as soon as the others got my pants down. I thought it would be best for her to fuck down on me since it was her first time and she didn't hesitate to straddle me and line my pole up to do the deed. She was a little tentative as she lowered her sealed pussy down onto my rod, but she broke her own cherry quickly and then pressed on for depth. I had underestimated her and she practically went wild on her first dick ride. I knew she was going at it too hard but what the hell. It damned sure felt good to me and soon enough she lay down on me and worked her hips like a house afire. Naturally I was groping her little ass for all it was worth and her inner grip was outstanding. I blew off a load before I was really ready to and I knew she was nowhere close so I slipped a finger into her tight pucker and it did the trick for her almost right away. She screamed when she felt what coming was all about and in seconds she sagged down onto me, panting. The other women petted and rubbed around on her for a few minutes and then they rolled her off me so they could have access to my now nearly limp peter. Janet showed she knew just how to revive the limp soldier at once by sucking it into her mouth and almost before I knew what was happening she was on her back and pulling me between her legs by her handgrip around my new bone. She put me in place and then slapped my ass to get me going again. When we finished I didn't really but I made sure she did. There was to be no rest for the wicked and I was put through my paces for each of them. Finally they let me sleep and I kept it up until nearly sunrise. A little low level growling from the dogs, which we'd tied to the wagon wheels, woke me just before false dawn. It didn't take me long to rub the sleep out of my eyes and then I dragged on my clothes, boots, and strapped on my gun belt. I was about to get out of the wagon when I noticed four mounted men ride up into the woods and a wagon was coming after them. One of them was yelling to the wagon driver and telling him to get on with it since he was ready for a shot of the pussy they'd captured. I picked up my Henry and cleared his saddle at once and then started on the others. I had the four mounted men on the ground right away and I jumped down out of the wagon and showed the one driving the wagon he'd be just as dead in seconds if he did anything stupid. As soon as he had the wagon in the woods I encouraged him to get down on pain of a bullet. Johnny and Jakebo were out with me by now and I had them disarm the driver and tie his hands behind his back while I held the rifle on him. I climbed up into the wagon when he was secure and when I looked inside it I almost wished I hadn't. The scenery wasn't too bad since there was a naked woman tied up on the mattress, but there was a dead man laying along side it on the floor of the wagon. The woman was gagged but I removed it as soon as I pulled the covers over her. "Who are you?" she asked, when I removed the gag. "My name is Jake, and I've just killed most of the men who brought this wagon into the woods. I'm just guessing they waylaid you on the road," I said. "They did for a fact. They killed my husband, tied me up, and told me they were all going to have a go at me as soon as they made camp." she said, and then burst into tears. I cut the other bindings off her they'd tied her up with and then told her I'd get my women to come over and tend to her. I got out while she was still crying and went over to my wagon. Of course my women had heard the shooting and got up when they did. Janet was dressed first and I asked her to go check on the new arrival. She did and so did the others as soon as they were dressed. I built a fire for cooking breakfast and I was happy to see even the new woman out to see about cooking in only a few minutes. I was happy when the coffee was ready and I poured myself a cup and one for the new woman, Angie. She'd been trying to help cook but the others had told her to go sit with me and keep my occupied so I wouldn't get up and try to help cook. Angie had a tale to tell but it was familiar with only new names. Her husband, George, had lured her away from home with talk of going to California and striking it rich. It had all seemed fine to Angie until the robbers showed up and killed him early this morning. I didn't press her for details since I figured the women would take care of that later. Meanwhile I had lust in my heart again. Angie was pretty in the face and her titties were a caution. I'd seen her naked in the wagon already. I couldn't help but notice her firm fat titties with their bright pink nipples and her light blonde bush was nothing to turn up my nose at either, especially with the bright pink of her vulva I'd noticed before I covered her up. The others had breakfast ready in a little while and I was proud of them. I ate all I could hold and then helped with the cleaning up as much as I was able. With that taken care of Johnny and Jakebo helped me getting Angie's wagon sorted out. I dug a hole and buried Carl, her husband, and then hitched her team to her wagon. When we loaded up to leave I asked Angie to get into our wagon to ride and told Johnny and Jakebo to drive Angie's along behind. We were out on the road in minutes and headed north to Cape Girardeau. We made it into town in late afternoon and I stopped us to go into a cafe for some supper. We found a table and sat down and when a waitress came over we ordered. I guess it was just bound to happen but I'd been hoping nothing would. There were three Yankee soldiers sitting near us and one of them came over and started bothering Angie. I told Johnny and Jakebo to pull their revolvers and put them in their laps and then I stood up, drew mine, and let the pest have a lick between the eyes. He fell in a heap and the two who'd been with him jumped up clawing for their weapons. Johnny shot one of them and Jakebo shot the other. It was amazing how quiet it got in the cafe after the sound from the gunshot died away. The owner of the cafe sent a boy running to get the marshal and meanwhile one of his clean up men started dragging the bodies out onto the sidewalk. I was relieved when the marshal came in and after a few minutes he told us to finish our meal and then recommended we leave town pretty fast. "Their Captain knows they've been causing trouble in town but he'll probably want me to arrest you anyway. I ain't gonna but he does have about half a dozen more troops here in town and he's likely to come looking for you when he finds out what happened." he told me. We finished eating and then headed out. Since I was expecting trouble so I rode in the back of the single wagon. Sure enough, about half an hour later I spotted six Yankee troopers riding up behind us. I unlimbered the Sharps with the telescopic sight and put the crosshairs right on the officer leading the way. I squeezed off a shot when they came within three hundred yards and I hit the officer right in the chest. It emptied his saddle right away and I saw the whole bunch of them stop. We kept moving, even after sundown and I didn't let us pull into the woods until nearly nine PM. We scraped up enough leftovers for supper and didn't build a fire. We also were up before first light and only built enough of a fire for coffee then we moved out up the road headed for Columbia, MO. We had no trouble until we came near Columbia and then it was only one asshole hiding in the roadside woods. I spied him hunkered down in some brush and pointing a rifle at me when we came within three hundred yards or so. I got the Sharps in hand and returned the favor. At about two hundred yards I let go, not really thinking I'd hit him. I did though and we stopped when we came upon him. There was a nice Sorrel stallion tied up in the woods near him so I tied him on behind the wagons and put his tack in the wagon. I found fourteen double eagles in the shitass' pockets and a nice Patterson in his gunbelt. He also had a wicked looking Bowie knife and I took it too. I was about to leave him to the varmints when I spotted his boots. I pulled them off and tried them on. They were a good fit and so I put them in the wagon since they looked practically new. I put my old ones back on and decided to save his for the next dance I went to. We settled in for the night about sunset and were up early in the morning to eat and take off again. We went through Columbia around noon and headed out for Independence from there. It took us four more days to make Independence but we found out it didn't make much difference anyway. We came upon a campground where a bunch of wagons were parked just before we made it into Independence. I stopped our train and went looking for the wagon master since I was sure this was where his wagon train was gathering. The one I stopped led me to meet Wilbur Johnson and after he took a look at my wagons he let me pay the fee of a hundred bucks a wagon for joining in. He asked me about the supplies I had and when I told him I didn't have much he gave me a list someone had written out and told me I'd do better to buy all of it now instead of waiting to buy it along the trail. He warned me supplies bought along the way were always higher. With almost everything settled we set up camp for the night. There wasn't much firewood available, but we gathered some dried dung and built a cook fire out of it. It didn't do a thing to help the aroma of the food, but it was better than trying to eat it raw ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2010-11-05 Last Modified: 2010-12-07 / 04:35:27 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------