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                               Half Breed
                                by cmsix

Copyright© 2010 by cmsix


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Description: Even though I had an Irish mother my Eyetalian father had given me dark eyes, dark hair, and dark skin. Lots of folks thought I was half Indian, but I knew I weren't.

Codes: MF Mf mF cons het ScFi inc mother son harem BF WM violent
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Chapter 1


I wasn't really a halfbreed though even I would admit I looked the part and my mother looked as if she might have given birth to me after an Indian caught her in the woodpile, but one never. I could even remember what my real pa looked like. He had been eye-talin, or its what mama told me.

It was true he had knocked my mother up without the benefit of marriage, but his folks had given in after she was showing and had allowed them to marry in the church they went to. Hell, half-breed nothing. I knew my grandpa and grandma and I even knew who my otherns had been.

Ma was as Irish as a girl could get. She had deep red hair and bright green eyes and her complexion was nearly white until the summer sun brought out her freckles. My Irish grandpa and gramma had been killed by injuns when they first moved here. My eyetalin folks had taken mama in when she was young and then their son had taken up with her and that was how I came about.

Now, after my pa had been killed by indians too, here we were. My mother living with my pa's mother and father and trying to raise me right. I was damned sure a mixture of something though. My hair was dark and my skin was too, just a little. I could see myself that I looked a little like some of the tame Indians around town, but I was at least a hell of a lot bigger than they were.

I didn't know the ins and outs of breeding, but I knew I was already taller than my pa had been since my gramma bragged on me over it all the time. I was fifteen by now and was finally taking on some weight to go with my tall self. Ma told me I was getting thick like my Uncles. She'd had six brothers and she claimed all of them were over six feet tall and each weighed more than two hundred pounds. Or at least it was what she told me when we were talking alone together some times.

Hell, I didn't know about all that. All I really knew was my name was Jaime Florence and I was a big boy for my age. My Ma, Peggy Grogan her name had been before she and pa got married, and now she was Peggy Florence. My Ma made me go to the one room schoolhouse even though I hated it. She told me once I learned my letters and could show her I could read and cipher she'd let me quit it.

Things were going good for us in our little town, strange as it may seem. Ma had a job working at the hotel and we stayed with pa's folks, even though he'd been kilt years ago.

I got out of the school house one day and went down to walk home with Ma after she got off work. When I got there something was going on and I heared Ma hollering for someone to let her go. I rushed up into the hotel following her voice into one of the rooms. Bret Scanlon, the hotel owner's son, had hold of one of Ma's arms and he was holding onto her tight. With his other hand he was trying to pull her dress down.

Bret Scanlon was bigger than I was, but it was only by being fat since he was no way as tall as me. It pissed me right off what he was trying to do to Mama. I grabbed up the fireplace poker and let him have it right across the head. It stopped his foolishness right away. Turned out it stopped everything he'd ever done and stopped him from ever doing anything else again either.

Ma settled down in a little bit but things didn't get settled for a while. Bret's pa, cause Bret was only twenty himself, came up and when he saw what had happened he sent for a doctor for his no-account son. He also sent for the town Marshal.

Neither one of them helped the elder Scanlon. The doctor told him his son was dead right away and the Marshal told him he'd got what he deserved.

The Elder Mr Scanlon raised hell about that until the Marshal slapped his jaws and set him straight.

"You've known Bret was pulling this kind of shit all along. You couldn't keep him home to tend to his own wife and so you let him come down here and bother the serving girls. Well, now you see what it got him and the way I see it he got what he had coming to him.

He's already got two little bastards from serving girls he raped already and it was just his tough luck to try Peggy when her son was close enough to hear her screaming. I've done talked to the decent folk in the hotel and more'n ten have told me they heard Peggy calling for help. I ought to throw your sorry ass in jail for not helping her yourself, and I ain't give up on the idea completely yet, so get your ass back to running this hotel and keep your damned mouth shut or we'll be burying father and son together.

Old man Scanlon was mad as hell about it, but there weren't much he could do. He did take a swing at me when he left the room, but I still had holt of the poker so I slamed it into his gut and knocked the wind out of him and naturally I let him have a good one across his back when he hit the floor. Marshal Jackson had me cut that out pretty quick and then he sent me and mama on home.

Of course mama didn't work down to the hotel no more and she just helped gramma out around the house for the next two days.

On the third day a big tall man came out to see ma and me at grandpa's farm and it was sure a surprise.

Old man Scanlon had used some political pull he'd had and called for an investigation by the State Police. I didn't know what the State Police really were at the time, but apparently a big State Like Pennsylvania was so big it needed State Police.

I'm sure he didn't mean to, but Old Man Scanlon did us a real big favor doing that. The State Policeman who came to look into things was my mama's oldest brother Jed. There was a more than a little kissing and hugging of necks when he got there and at first Jed felt real bad for not comming to check on us before.

He told us word had gone around mama was killed the same time papa was and none of them had any reason to doubt such. Jed was sure enough sorry about it now though and he had blood in his eye over old man Scanlon trying to give us trouble over killing his worthless son.

Jed didn't even go to see old man Scanlon. He just went about his business investigating as he called it. Pete Scanlon got more than his money's worth in the investigation. Jed dug back into the old cases and found some of the women Bret had raped before. More than one of them told that Papa Pete had been right there with him.

I don't guess Jed should have done it, but after all, Miranda wasn't even a gleam in a defense attorney's eye back then. Jed got old man Scanlon alone out behind his hotel and beat the ever loving shit out of him.

Jed had done more investigating than anyone knew and he'd been able to get Pete's wife to tell her tale. It seems Bret had even been sniffing around his own ten year old daughter already and according to Pete's wife Pete had known all about it. Jed decided the whole thing would come out in a trial and wouldn't do a fucking thing to help anybody so Pete Scanlon was shot while trying to escape questioning.

The first move the wives made was to send someone over to see if they couldn't get mama to come back to work for them, but Jed nixed that idea right away.

"Peggy, you and Jake are coming to live with my wives and me on my farm. It'll be good for you to be with family again and it'll be good for Jake to learn how to make a living when he gets older. He might not want to be a farmer when he's grown, but it won't hurt a damned thing for him to know how it's done." Jed said.

It was a little funny to me how Jed said his wives as if he had more than one, but I didn't say word one about that. I won't say Jed threw his weight around in our little town, but he did have one more meeting about old man Scanlon and he came away from it with a settlement made up by the lawyer he'd hired to go visit Scanlon with him.

Jed came over to where we were staying with a damned nearly brand new connestoga wagon, a team of eight big strapping Missouri mules and five thousand dollars in gold gouble eagles. I was let in on the signing of the documents which the lawyer said were going to be sealed to protect the innocent. In the document Jed spelled out everything he'd found out about the deceased Scanlons and also everything he'd found out about the help Bret's father had provided for him.

Jed had also done some digging on the treatment of Bret's widow and being the kind of guy who couldn't let a shitass profit in any way if he could, he'd arranged for old man Scanlon to buy her out of her share of the hotel and of course his wife had taken all of his shit she wated by now and he'd had to buy her out too. What the hell, with him now dead he didn't have a bitch coming.

So, a week later we started on our way with our miniature wagon train towards Pittsburg Pennsylvania. One wagon holding mama's and my things and one holding Janey and Martha Scanlon's things. Pete's bank account had been healthy enough too secure enough cash for his son's widow and his X wife to get along on for a couple of years until they found a way to make a living or at least found a decent man to help them.

We pulled out of Philadelphia rolling up that eastern seaboard. We had our mules wound up and they were trotting like never before. New York City was ahead on the right, but we turned left and headed across the state and we didn't have a cop in sight, except Uncle Jed, and then Uncle Bill, and Uncle Bruce found us along the trail.

My Uncles were as nice as pie to Mama and me and to all the people with us in fact. They were hard on shitasses who tried to cause us trouble though.

For some reason six cowboys decided they'd try to hooraw our two wagons about fifty miles after we'd got started. They learned, right at the last, it wasn't the thing to do. My uncles hulled them like rotten watermelons, tied them across their saddles, and tied their horses onto the back of our wagons.

They stopped us in the next town and after a heated discussion with the town Marshql and a sound beating of same the wealthy men who'd lost sons in the deal were brought before a small town judge who was obviously scared shitless of getting crossways of the State Policce, them being rather new and all and still just a little scary.

The lawsuit was over quickly and we all thought the three thousand dollars in gold for damages was fair enough. We had lost a damned good mule during the shooting.

One of the boys' father had been overcome by grief over the loss of his son, but he soon found out it was even more painful to be over come by the ass whipping Jed gave him, especially when he saw my other Uncles rolling up their sleeves to spell Jed at his work.

As they say, all politics is local, and when the judge found out none of the locals had the stomach to really stand up to what the State Police were up to he brought his gavel down and found a total sum of three thousand in gold was due our family, to be paid immediately, if not sooner.

This diversion caused Jed and my other uncles to take us to Philedelphia so we could get a look at the birthplace of our country and also so the women would have a chance at some of the best shopping in these United States.

I managed to keep them down to only bluejeans and hickory work shirts for me, along with some handmade cowboy boots. They bought me four pair since they figured my feet had stopped growing since I had passed sixteen and all.

Jed and Bill took me shopping for a decent sidearm and bought me a Colt 44-40, double action no less and they also bought me a Winchester lever action in the same calibre, explaining how much better it would be for me to be able to use the same cartridges in both my rifle and revolver. They also found a Sharp's fifty-ninety in excellent condition at the shop of a gunsmith they knew, but they only bought it after trying it out behind his shop on a range he had set up back there.

You might say I was overwhelmed by the attention my uncles were showering on me and when I asked my mother about it she explained, sorta.

"They are my brothers Jake, and they were all friends of your father. I think they feel a little guilty about the bad things that happened to us and they're trying to make things right for us now, even though I never felt they actually let us down through any fault of their own."

"No matter, they seem determined to make sure you get a better start in life than you've had so far and to tell you the truth I don't think it'll hurt a thing," Mama told me, and I just tried to go with things they way they wanted to do them and I tried to learn everything they had to teach me.

It's a long way from Philedelphia to Pittsburg, expecially overland without taking any of the cannals. It left a lot of time for me to get riding lessons on the new sorrell stallion my uncles went in together to buy me. They also gave me plenty of shooting lessons and even more practice.

Every morning one of them would take out ahead of us and hide targets in the woods on either side of the road. They'd make a game of it and even if one of them saw the target first they wouldn't say anything about it and I was to keep my eyes peeled and drill the target as soon as I saw it. Of course I was supposed to make sure there was nothing near the target I wsn't supposed to shoot too. By the time we made it to Pittsburg I was a pretty good shot.

Jed stayed with us for the whole trip, but my other uncles dropped off or new ones came on. It was a real family trip and I was more than happy to be getting to know my family, or what I had left of it.

One night, just after we'd pulled off the road and set up a camp my uncles headed into town and my mother called me into the wagon to sleep, kinda early if you asked me.

It was one thing I'll never complain about. When I got into the back of the wagon my mother was already in bed with the covers up around her neck. I was a little embarrassed to shuck my clothes in front of her because I'd had a peek at her big firm titties before she pulled the covers up around them and my dick was sticking straight out.

She surprised me when I was down to my drawers because she said:

"Jake, take off your drawers befor you get into bed,"

I was too shy to ask her why so I just did it and tried to keep turned away from her as I slipped in under the covers beside her.

Seconds later, as her hand wrapped itself around my stiff dick I didn't give a care what she saw. She let the covers drop down off her titties as I got into bed and then she leaned over onto me and kissed me, but it wasn't like any good night kiss I'd ever had before.

It made me excited and I felt a surge in my dick, especially since she was pumping it up and back with her hand.

"Jake, your uncles have been teaching you how to handle your firearms and you need to know how, but you also need to know how to handle your main gun. The one I've got my hand on. There ain't no young girls around us for you to practice on, but me, Janey, and her mother talked it over and we're going to show you what it's all about. Now kiss me back this time and let your hands come up and play with my titties. This kind of learning is mostly about what it feels like and we intend to show you good and proper."

Show me she did. First she showed me how to kiss the French way and while she was at it she taught me just how to play with her titties to make her feel best. I soon learned to do a lot of teasing and sucking on her nipples even if I didn't get any milk for my trouble, and then she had me get my legs between hers while her hand guided my dick right where she watned it.

I didn't know to start with, but I soon found out it was right where I wanted it too. I doubt I'll ever forget how nice it felt to push my dick up into my mother's pussy and then pump away while I sucked on and played with her titties and later got both hands full of her round ass cheeks and pulled them up while I pouneded down into her honey pot.

She claimed she hadn't expected me to last very long on my first try and then she rolled me to my back and put her mouth to my dick for some sucking of her own.

Before quick could get ready my dick was harder than the long division I'd learned just a while ago in school. She pulled me over between her legs again and it lasted a lot longer this time even though it felt better almost from the first. She talked to me while I was doing it to her though and it made me more excited than ever.

"Jake, you know this is how babies get started don't you?" she asked me, whispering it right into my ear so soft and sexy sounding. When I told her I knew it she said.

"Well, I want you to root that thing way up me and give me a baby. If you do you can be the daddy of your own sister," she said, and the way she said it made me quiver and it also made me hump it to her harder and try my best to get it all the way up in her.

Even though we went at it a lot longer this time Mama still went right back to sucking me up hard again when we were done. She had my one eyed snake standing tall again in no time and just as she took her mouth off it there was a scratching on the canvass of the wagon.

"Is that you, Janey, if it is come right on in here," Mama said, and it was Janey. She'd come from her wagon dressed only in her nightgown, but she shucked it right off as soon as she got into the wagon. She and mama lay right beside each other on the bed and the two of them were a caution.

Mama was fair skinned and her nipples and cooter lips were nearly a bright pink. Janey was a little darker with her brown hair. Her nipples and cooter were almost like a dark tan. No matter, it all looked good to me.

"Now, Jake, kiss Janey some and then lick and suck on her breasts and nipples too," mama told me, and I could hardly wait to get started.

"Janey seemed the same and she was squirming, kissing me back, and rubbing all over me with her hands in just a minute or two.

Mama kissed and petted around on my neck and back while I worked on Janey, but soon enough Janey had her legs spread out and was tugging me over in between then. She reached down and took hold of my dick and started rubbing the head of it in her cooter and I could feel the slimy wetness being smeared around on my dickhead.

When she had me pointed where she wanted me Janey told me to push and when I did I slid my dick way up in her hot wetness and she began working her hips around even before I could get started pumping.

I got going soon enough though and I lasted even longer this time even though I think it felt even better. It must have felt fine to Janey, because she was panting, bragging on me, and telling me how good I was doing it to her in almost no time. Even though I didn't even know women could come mama said Janey was doing it after a while and I slowed down and let her get her breath back. I didn't even shoot my stuff this time, but mama and Janey both started licking around on my dick in a few minutes and it was hard as a brick bat again before you know it.

I wasn't surprised when I heard the scratching on the canvas this time but I was a little shocked to hear who it was. Martha Scanlon wanted in and mama told her to come on.

Martha was out of her nightgown faster than Janey had been. She had a dark complexion like Janey's but her pussy hair was downright black and it had the tightest kinky curls in it I'd ever seen. Her titties were bigger than Janey's and seemed the equal of mama's but they were rounder somehow and her nipples were bigger and darker.

No matter, I was put right back to work kissing Martha and playing with her titties right away and mama even told me to run my hand down over her stomach and into her bush. Soon enough they had me fingerfucking Martha and she was eating it up.

Her hips were straining to get closer to the action and her ass was bouncing all over the mattress. When I French kissed her mouth she sucked my tongue strongly and threw her arms around me hugging me to her with all her strength.

Mama took hold of my dick then and put it to Martha's coochie and told me to push just before she slapped me on the ass. Hell, I pushed and Martha screamed, but mama had been waiting for it and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Well, Martha, what do you think of my baby boy now?" mama asked her, with a teasing tone.

"That's the longest dick I've ever even heard of and I'll surely die if I'm ever seperated from it for long. Please Jake, fuck me as hard as you can for as long as you can," Martha said, and she sounded like she was begging.

I set up what I thought of as a blinding pace, but Martha took it and added on some. Her hips were banging up at me and it felt like her pussy was squeezing my dick every time I pulled it back for another shove.

She hugged me tightly and whispered love words in my ear the whole time and when I got to the end of my twine it seemed like her cooter was sucking on me like mama's mouth had been earlier. I must have pumped a gallon up her and she was still wanting more as she settled back into the mattress to pant and pet on me.

Oh God Peggy, how did you know he'd be so good," Martha asked, between gasps.

"I remember his daddy. He had a long dick too and he was very familiar with the workings of same. This is just the first time Jake has had any pussy and I can tell he's going to get better every time. No doubt he's firing live bullets too and there's at least a chance he's knocked one of us up tonight," Mama said.

"A chance? There's more than a chance. I can tell he shot a lot of cream up in me and I'll bet he did it to all of us. We'll be swollen up with his babies before we even get settled anywhere," Martha said.

"Well, I'll be damned glad of it if we are," Janey said, and mother and Martha just laughed at her.

"We'll be glad too Janey," Mother said, "but just remember, it's fun coming in but hell coming out."

I was a little lost for a few minutes since they seemed to be talking things over and through with me for a while. I needn't have worried. In minutes they showed me they were up for plenty more of the "fun coming in" part and they put me through my paces four more times each before they let me sleep.

When I finally drifted off to sleep Martha was snuggled up to one side of me while mama was close by the other. Janey, being the smallest, laid out right on top of me and I nodded off with both hands full of her dainty ass cheeks and one of her nipples in my mouth.

I was a little surprised when I woke since my dick was hard again and Janey already had it up herself. She was fucking down on me with wild abandon and I almost woke up spurting my seed. It didn't take me long to get the comeshot in motion either.

I was surprised that Martha and Mama were both watching and egging Janey on while she did it. They all kissed around on my face and lips then and told me to take my time getting up and they'd have breakfast ready for their man in just a little while...

Damn I felt like a king, especially after I watched their naked asses getting dressed. Every one of them had two nicce plump titties and an even nicer round and firm ass. They're legs were trim and even a little muscular and their backs were smooth and unblemished. It was all I could do to keep myself from moving over to sniff at their pretty crotches as they hid them away in their bloomers, but I was pretty sure I'd have the use of them again tonight after we stopped for the evening.

When I got out of the wagon and headed for the cookfire for breakfast Jed was just coming back from scouting up the trail. He had placed a few targets for me to pick out and shoot along the way, but he told me there were a few men riding towards our direction...

"There was nothing to tell me what they had on their minds, but they seemed suspicious to me. I want the women to drive the wagons today and us men are going to be mounted.You stay near the first wagon and keep your eyes open, Jake. Bill will ride about two hundred yards ahead and the rest of us will be behind the first wagon." Jed said.

It sounded serious to me and I'm sure I looked a little apprehensive at least. Things went on without problems for the first couple of hours and then two men were approaching us, down the road, from the other direction. I could see their eyes taking stock of the whole situation, but I was sure they got a big surprise when they came across my uncles riding in behind the second wagon.

Apparently they were suppoesed to take a look at what was coming and warn the others off if it looked too tough. Unfortunately for the five bringing up the rear we'd just gone around a curve in the road when they came up to the first wagon. I had my eyes locked onto what I considered the leader and as he made as if to draw his revolver I shot him in the throat, just below his adams apple and the 44-40 damned nearly took his head off since the bullet went right through his backbone just below his skull.

I didn't have time to watch what happened to him though since the ball was opened now. I shot three more of them while Jed came from behind the wagon and shot the last one who had already decided it was a lost cause and had turned around to run.

We stopped and went through the bodies for anything of value. Every one of them had five or six double eagles in their pockets. We divied up their weapons and I ended up with two more 44-40 Colt double actions and a nice little 44 rimfire double barrlled derringer.

They all had a damned nearly new Henry repeater in a saddle scabbard and they had assorted other revolvers. Three of them were Patterson Navys or .36 calibre revolvers.

We gathered all our ill gotten gains into the wagons and loaded the dead men across their saddles. We stopped in the next town and let the town marshal know about the fracas and he wanted to give us some shit about it until my uncles showed their State Police badges.

"Seems to me like you're taking the side of the robbers and thieves marshal. We ain't gonna arrest you this time, but if this kind of thing happens near your town on the way back you'll be looking at some time in the state pen getting fucked up the ass by prisoners already there. You'd best get off your fat ass from behind your desk and tend to the roads around your town," Jed told him.

The marshal threw a fit telling Jed he didn't have any authority in his town and Jed showed him he did, first by slapping his jaws with his revolver and then by kicking his ass out onto the street and shooting off into the air until he had the mayor and the town councils attention.

These worthies came out to see what the commotion was and Jed laid down the law to them.

"Don't think the state government hasn't noticed how you seem to attract thieves and robbers to your town and roads around it. If you want to stay in your lofty positions you'd better hire a marshal who is worth a shit and get him busy. Now, lock this sorry piece of shit up in your jail, and if he slips out before others come to pick him up you'll be taking his place in prison." Jed told them.

"You can't come in here and tell us how to run our town," the mayor said.

"You want to tell him the error of his ways Judge?" Jed asked a man who'd already admitted he was a circuit judge.

"I sure as hell can. You dumb bastard, just because you got the idiots around here to elect you don't mean shit to the state or the State Police. If they arrest you there ain't even a lawyer in this whole county who can petition for your bail. You have to be a real lawyer with a diploma and a law license to practice in State court. Just because you hang out a shingle for the rubes don't mean it'll cut any ice in state court.

You'd better get your fat ass busy hiring a real marshal and some decent deputies, if not, you'd better drop your pants and wave goodbye to your asshole, because once they're holding you in a state jail there'll be some big dicked nigger in a cell in the back who's whole point in life is to let you know you shouldn't have got yourself into that fix in the first place.

His main way of getting his point across is with his dick up your ass all he wants it to be. Of course they might take pity on your ass if it gets to bleeding too much. If they do they'll knock all your teeth out so you can't bite their dick while they're teaching you to suck them off."

"I tried to advise you not to run for mayor but you just had to be a big shot. You'd better get off your fat ass and start hiring a marshal and deputies or if they come back you'll end up with your ass too sore to sit on at all." the judge told him, and then laughed like hell.

It must have been too much for the mayor, because he pulled a fool stunt just then. He tried to cuss Jed and then tried to pull a revolver. He was hit by six bullets before he cleared leather and he was deader than a turd in a punch bowl before he even hit the ground.

"Now, where is the assistant mayor?" Jed asked.

"We never had one," a fellow standing around said.

"Well, you'd better tell the town council to get one in place because what we said for the mayor goes double four them. Get this road cleaned up or get your asses on the road and let this town die," Jed said, and the crowd left.

"Damn Jed, I never knew there was so much to running a town," I said.

"Usually there ain't, but once you let a couple of lazy fools get in place things can go downhill fast. The county sherrif is going to be the next one to catch hell over this, and he ain't gonna like it neither. Course, if he's been in office long at all he'll already know the State Police can come in and kick his ass onto the unemployment line, or into the State jail either

Jed got down and walked over into the jail house then and basically took charge. He had the marshall's deputies lined up for inspection within five minutes and he had their names taken and written down in ten.

"Now, all of you who want to keep this job get your asses on a horse and get out patrolling the roads. Every one of them took off their badges then and threw them on the former marshal's deak.

"Ok, Bill. Get the keys and lock them all up for taking the town's money under false pretenses. We'll hold them until the judge can get around to setting a trial date for 'em." Jed said.

One of the deputies cut his foot then by griping too loud about what was going on. Jed urged him to be quiet with a revolver stroke across his forehead and soon enough he was in a cell with the others. Only thing was, instead of searching them for weapons Jed had them all stripped off naked before they were locked up.

A little later a lawyer came in to see about getting the deputies out.

"Before you get started Mr Lawyer, let me see your license," Jed said.

"Why, I don't need no license to practice in town," he said.

"This jail had been commandered by the State Police for use until we get transportation for these prisoners to the State Jail. Show me your license or stop claiming to be a lawyer lest you find your skinny ass naked and in the ccells with them." Jed said.

"Excuse me officer, I seem to have over stepped my authority. I'll be leaving now if that's all right with you," he said, and Jed let him go.

"Damn Jed, that judge must have known what he was talking about," I said.

"Of course he does. He's probably the only man in the whole damned county that does. Any jackass can put up a shingle and claim to be a lawyer. The nut cutting comes when they need to represent someone in a state court. You saw how quick he backed water when he found out this was State jurisdiction. He knew his shingle wasn't worth shit without a degree and a license to practice law."

"What kind of a shithole shape would we be in if any jackass with a shingle in front of his office was allowed to practice law?" Might as well let patentent medicine drummers do it too," Jed said, and it made me laugh.

Around four PM a troop of the state milita rode into town with a prisoner wagon following them. Jed met them and then rounded up the rest of the boys and took off after the town council. An hour later those worthies were assembled and escorted into the wagon to join the former deputies for a trip to the nearest state jail. I was curious about what would happen to them and Jed set me straight.

"If they have anybody who gives a shit about them they'll have money enough to hire a real lawyer. The lawyer will probably plead them no lo, or no contest, and the judge will give them a serious cussing about taking and holding public office and not giving a shit whether they did their duty or not. He'll let them all go and warn them not to try that shit again.

"They'll be all right if they don't pull another stunt like this. If they do they'll get a couple of years in the state pen and their lives will be changed forever if they live over it.

"Time in the state pen ain't like a night in jail in your hometown. The state pen keeps records and they can always be tracked back. What bank is gonna make a loan to an ex con? If they were involved in any type of business they'll probably be fired from it and if they want to start one up they'll have to have cash money to get it going.They'll be fucked for any kind of decent life anymore. Hell, we might as well stay around town a couple of days to see if any of them left good looking wives at home. Could be we'll need to add another wagon or two onto our little train."

"Are you saying their wives won't wait for them?" I asked.

"How can they? Unless the man had a shit load of money hid out where she can find it her credit will damn sure be cut off promptly. She might even be living in a high class home he owned, but what if there was a loan on it?

Any wives they had will know better than we do what they're going to have to do to make it. If we come along and offer them a nice place to live and only one dick to take care of at night instead of having to take on everyone with a dollar which do you think they'll go for?"

"We won't even have to argue with the smart ones. They'll be able to read the writing on the wall. Besides, we don't need many. Me and the boys don't want a full time woman. I figure you'e the only one who needs at least a couple of wives. In fact you've already got a couple of lookers lined up. You can take your pick of the prettiest, smartest, and the ones with the biggest titties and finest asses. We'll have you set up right in no time," he said, and then laughed like hell.



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Chapter 2


Jed took me around to talk to all the newly unattached wives. The second one we met was a caution in the looks department too. She was the sixteen-year-old young bride of a town councilman who had recently opened a nice big General Store and apparently the sweet young thing, Jennifer Gorsham, was already tired of her new, but much older, husband.

Jennifer was a treat for the eyes and more than a little of it was due to the fact she was a green eyed redhead with nice high firm titties and a sweetly rounded ass. Jed told me later he knew she was kin to us, but that she wasn't too close. He figured it would make her more sensible and it appeared to.

When Jed mentioned her husband was headed for jail and pointed out she'd be much better off married to me she was all for it almost right away and we made our plans.

Jennifer went down to her husband's general store with us the next morning and we made a withdrawal of some nice merchandise. It was mostly cooking supplies and utensils. We didn't do the business any real damage, but we did stock up on several things that would come in handy.

She also cleaned out his bank account before Jed took us to a lawyer and she had divorce papers drawn up. Jed took them directly to the judge he'd already become familiar with and the judge didn't see any reason to make her wait since her husband was obviously not going to be able to provide for her in the near term.

Thankfully they already had a nice wagon on their place since her husband had been considering moving west for a while. It was in very good shape because he'd been having it fixed up for some time and he already had seven really nice mules for it. Jed made the rounds in town and found another nice big mule and before the day was out the wagon was packed with everything we could carry off, the team was hitched, and Jennifer had even talked one of her best friends into coming along with us.

Her best friend was Marilyn Jameson and I'm pretty sure Jennifer told her I'd marry her too as soon as we stopped in another town where the preacher wouldn't know Jennifer and I were already married.

Uncle Jed had clued Jennifer into this scheme and he'd told us it was the very way he'd managed to come up with two wives.

The next morning we hitched up and headed out. Uncle Jed figured we'd already done all the good we could around Philadelphia and he had us moving west toward Pittsburgh before noon.

I was a little apprehensive about the trip even though I had plenty of help watching over things. Turns out I was right to be too. We must have been traveling for about two hours when the two Uncles who'd been scouting ahead came back and told us what was waiting for us up the road.

It seemed five men of disreputable looks were waiting out in the roadside woods. Uncle Jed and Uncle Bruce fell in beside the wagon and they made their firearms were ready for action. Jed pulled his Henry and carried it mostly across his lap and Uncle Bruce did the same with his ten gauge Greener. I took a hint from them and went ahead and pulled my Colt and had it in my lap while riding along in the wagon seat.

When we came near a tree fell down across the road and four men came riding out from the woods with pistols in hand and firing into the air. They made the mistake of coming out in a bunch and Uncle Bruce was close enough for his Greener to do some real good when he touched it off.

The first man in the bunch was nearly sawed in half since he took the brunt of the Greener's blast. Uncle Jed cashed in another one and I just had time to get one with a shot from my Colt before Jed took out the last one with his Henry.

Uncle Bruce was just about to dismount and look over the dead when another man burst out of the woods. Apparently he'd been the one who was chopping on the tree. Naturally Uncle Bruce had reloaded the Greener by this late date and even though the straggler surprised him he fired both barrels into him and the outlaw's face and most of his head was just gone. He fell off his horse promptly and Uncle Bruce laughed at him since he said the fool was still breathing.

Jed got down too and he went directly to searching their pockets. He found a bonanza. Each of them had forty double eagles in their pockets. He was admiring their horses and catching them up to tie behind the wagon when a man with a badge came riding down the road and tried to hooraw them over killing innocent men.

Uncle Bruce didn't take too kindly to the local lawman but he only shot him in the thigh and then he and Jed went over to help the man off his horse and then have a little talk with him.

I noticed they were a little rough about helping him down since they only grabbed his good leg, pulled it out of the stirrup and pushed him up and over the horses back with it. I guess they just wanted to let the erstwhile deputy know they weren't going to put up with much shit out of him. They didn't either.

After they made their own positions known to him they encouraged him to tell the truth about the holdup. They were able to convince him he'd be much better off having company on his trip back to Philadelphia to stand trial in state court.

He spilled the beans that he'd been sent out to help in case they needed any by the town marshal and the mayor.

"It's about what we expected," Jed said, and then he and Bruce helped the man back onto his horse no matter how bad he bitched about the gunshot in his leg.

"I've got to ask you something, dumbass. Would you rather ride back to town to the doctor to have your leg looked at or would you rather go back tied across your saddle to be tended to by the undertaker?" Jed asked him, and the man allowed he thought he could ride better than he'd thought at first.

Uncle Bruce cuffed his hands together in front of him so he could at least hang onto the saddle horn and then we headed into town.

I guess Uncle Jed was tired of this foolishness since he went directly to the town jail and arrested the Marshal then locked him up in one of his own cells. There was another deputy there and when he found out the jig was up he spilled his guts too. He even let on the county judge had been in on things too, but he didn't know any dirt on the sheriff. He did agree the local mayor had been right in the middle of things though.

That worthy was the next to be visited, and arrested. He didn't seem too worried at first and he yelled for one of his clerks to go fetch his lawyer. He was dismayed when his lawyer ended up in the same cell with him after trying to bail him out.

It seemed he wasn't far enough along in his law studies to even realize he had no standing to serve as a lawyer in state court, you see he didn't have a law degree or license either.

Uncle Jed and Uncle Bruce decided to take up residence in the town and serve as local law enforcement until some other arrangements could be made. There was a nice hotel in town and when the owner found out we could actually pay he found us some nice rooms.

We spent four days in the town and on the second one Uncle Bruce found out the mayor had a lovely new bride who knew which side of the biscuit the butter went on. When she learned where the mayor was headed she was receptive to my proposal and she was the first woman I officially married in front of a preacher. Unfortunately her former husband was shot trying to escape that night and it cleaned up the detail of her already having a husband.

Unfortunately for the mayor he had no other kin in town and he had neglected to prepare a will. Since he died in testate his real property and his chattel went to his wife. Of course it didn't really matter to him since he was still dead. We did get a little argument from Cynthia Lewis, the mayor's mistress since she felt she was entitled to at least some consideration in his estate.

Her pleas didn't fall on deaf ears either. Janet, the mayor's widow was well acquainted with Cynthia and in fact they had become friends. Janet took it upon herself to ask Cynthia to join in the union with me and since Cynthia was a young looker herself I was all for it. Janet even found another local preacher to do the job.

There was more booty from the mayor's misadventure. He was a silent partner in the town's biggest General Store and his partner wanted a clear title to the establishment. Luckily Uncle Jed knew a good lawyer in Philadelphia and after getting in touch with him via telegraph he was persuaded to make the trip and take care of the deal with the partner.

We left town with quite a little bit of merchandise, mostly of the home utensil persuasion and we also settled for five thousand in cash. It was less than the partner had expected but what the hell, it was like found money for us.

We also ended up with another wagon. It was a Conestoga, a brand new one the General Store had for sale and there were also eight big strong mules with it.

We needed it, what with the new household goods and the clothes and personal effects of my two new wives. They even went through the mayor's clothes and claimed they could alter many of them to fit me.

We spent six days in the little town and it seemed like we had been well paid for our stay. My new wives got along famously with my original harem and they got together and made it up among themselves to move most of the freight into our original wagon and fix us up a rolling bedroom in the new one

We left early the next morning and thankfully we didn't run into any problems, or none on the road anyway. After we pulled off the road to camp that first night the supper was wonderful what with all the cooks and then my work began.

My official wives and the fuck bunnies I had collected, along with my mother who wasn't about to be left out did a number on me, or at least they made sure I knew it was my duty to do a number on them.

When I woke the next morning I was a little sore, and not just in the dick department. I had muscle aches seemingly everywhere. Mother knew the cure for it though and after a good breakfast I had willow bark tea instead of coffee and I was able to drive the lead wagon, but it was by the hardest.

We had only been moving for about an hour when a young fool challenged our right of way with a drawn pistol. I guess he should have learned how to count first before taking out on his new career. I distinctly heard him fire six shots into the air while trying to threaten us to a stop. I calmly drew my Colt and put a bullet through his breastbone after he'd fired his last loaded shot. He looked very surprised right at the last.

I was down out of the wagon box by the time Uncle Jed came riding up and I went about searching the body right away. I didn't really expect to find much since he'd been such an idiot about things, but he had fifty double eagles, a nice double holster gun rig, a good pair of nearly new boots which happened to fit me fine and he even had a new Stetson hat that fit my head. Of course he had a good Henry rifle and he even had a 50-90 Sharps buffalo rifle.

I thanked my lucky stars then since he was so stupid. If he had been any kind of shot at all he could have cashed me in from a couple of hundred yards and then taken his time to get killed by my Uncles later.

It was about four PM when this last little fuckup happened and we decided to pull off the road and camp. We set up the camp and the women did the cooking. It was great and I had to watch myself to keep from eating too much. I didn't want to be lethargic after we climbed into the wagon to go to bed since I knew I'd have women to do.

Holding back on the food intake served me well this evening. I took care of my initial group first and then settled in to do the honors on my new wife Jennifer and her friend and soon to be wife Marilyn. After a little gentle exploration I went with Jennifer first since the seal was already off her bottle. It relieved the pressure so I could take more time with Marilyn. I'd found a hymen down below while petting on her and I'd need all my will power to go slow and be gentle.

Apparently I did a good job though because she seemed happy with her initiation. In fact I must have been a good boy to all of them since they kissed and petted me to sleep.

I couldn't really tell how long I'd been asleep when I got a visitor in my head. It started like a dream and then I seemed to be sitting in a metal room at a metal desk with the strangest looking man I'd ever seen across it from me.

He told me his name was Argus and I wondered what kind of a name it was until he lowered the boom on me and explained he was from a different planet and he wanted to make a deal with me.

In exchange for some help and a few supplies he wanted to take moving pictures of my trip. I had no idea what moving pictures were so he explained and then pointed to a screen type thing on the wall and said a video was about to start there.

I didn't know a video from a lump of shit, but I watched and I could see why he called it moving pictures right away. It was a scene from the attempted robbery earlier in the day.

My main question was what he wanted from me since he could obviously take the moving pictures whether I wanted him to or not.

"We have our rules and we must obtain your permission before we can show them to anyone else," he told me.

"Who do you want to show them too?" was my question and he shocked me when he said others from his planet would want to see them. I was about to just tell him to go ahead since I didn't really see where it could hurt anything.

Just then he started telling me what they would do for me in exchange for my approval.

"We have the advantage of you in that we know what is coming next on earth. Not that we know specifically what will happen to you, but we know of other developments that will be coming along. For instance, we know of upcoming weapons, which could probably help you greatly.

He had my attention now and I let him elaborate.

I ended up being put back into my wagon with several helpful things. He replaced my revolvers with Ruger Super Blackhawks in what he called .44 magnum. He also sent back two Marlin 336c rifles in .35 Remington. I'd never heard of either one but he had taken me to a part of what he called his ship where he opened a section of the wall and let me fire them through it.

He also sent me home, or wagon, with what he called a semi-automatic rifle. Its name was a Barrett and it had a .50 caliber cartridge. He also sent plenty of ammunition for the new revolvers and for the rifles. He even furnished two revolvers in what he called .38 Special and two more in .357 Magnum. They were both Colts, but their workmanship was fantastic. He also told me it would be better if we stayed where we were and unloaded on of our wagons so they could pick it up and do some modifications to it. They said they could have all three redone in three days.

Since he told me they didn't want anyone else to know about our deal I asked him if he couldn't just snatch up other wagons and do whatever they wanted to do to them and let us find them later. It would solve the need to explain things to the others. He took it as a better idea right away and said we would probably come upon the wagons later.

I woke after I was back in place and found myself snuggled right up to my mother's backside so I let my hand wander to her titties for a little gentle teasing and I ended up with a hard on. I decided I'd had enough excitement for the night and did my best to get off to sleep with a hard dick. I managed somehow but don't ask me how.

Mother and the girls were quick to notice the new weapons the next day and I had my work cut out for me convincing them not to say anything to the others about them.

I did my best to store them mostly out of sight and I even found some extras. There were six pairs of binoculars and even two pair of something named night vision binoculars. Hell, they couldn't hurt anything.

In fact they did some good almost right away. I was using the binoculars to watch the side of the road ahead of where we were traveling and I noticed four mounted men waiting for us to approach. I was sure they were up to no good, especially since as we came closer I saw them pull their revolvers out of their holsters. I stopped the wagon about two hundred yards from them and took up the Barrett I'd been given. I was surprised by the telescopic sight since I'd barely paid it any attention earlier.

Surprised of not I put the crosshair on one of the men ahead and squeezed off a shot. The report was impressive, but the recoil wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I quickly regained my sight picture and I could tell I'd emptied one saddle already. I squeezed off another shot and got another one. Hell the others were just looking at each other as if wondering what had happened and so I shot another one and the last one turned tail and spurred his horse away.

I urged the horses on and stopped when I came to the dead men. I was getting ready for plenty of questions from Uncle Jed and Uncle Bruce or Uncle Bill but when I got down to inspect the dead men I found the three new wagons parked out in the woods

Luckily the discovery covered my spectacular shooting and some of the things in the wagons cured the other details. There were six more of the Super Blackhawks, six more Colt Diamondbacks, and six Colt Pythons. There were even two more of the Barretts and scads of ammunition for all. We decided to switch wagons at once since these new ones looked much better than ours. I found out later via a message in my head that they were lined with a metal backing making the wagons almost bullet proof. I'd never heard of such a thing but once again I figured it couldn't hurt.

Even though it was before noon we decided to camp here for the night to give us time to swap our loads over.

Of course my Uncles wanted to try out the new firearms I shared with them and they were impressed.

Uncle Bruce was in love with his Barrett from the first and Uncle Jed admired his though he liked the Marlin in .35 Remington better.

We went ahead and settled in to camp for the night, had a great meal thanks to the women, and then I had a great night with my women.

After sunrise we had a nice breakfast and then hitched the teams and took off. We felt a little odd about just leaving the wagons we'd come in but we didn't need them any longer and we didn't have enough mules to take them along, Who knew, maybe the spacemen would take them and fix them up too.

After about five miles I was hoping they would. The new wagons even rode better than the old ones and I couldn't see the difference. The main thing I noticed was that the wheels were nearly twice as wide but I didn't think it would make a difference in the ride.

We were about five miles from another little town and we'd decided to stop and see if there was a decent cafe where we could have lunch.

Four jackasses came riding out of the roadside woods then and seemed like they were going to see if we were someone decent to rob. The new revolvers I had were a big surprise for them. I had a little information about them and I'd been told they were more powerful than anything on earth at the time, or at least more powerful than any current handgun.

They must have been since I knew I got too excited and pulled the first two shots off. It didn't matter a bit. Not functionally anyway. I had pulled the shots off to the right but what the hell. When you get hit with a bullet that big going that fast it isn't much help to get hit in the right chest instead of the center of your chest. Especially since they had told me the ammunition was hollow points. I'd never heard of them before but they told me they'd do a lot more damage when they struck flesh than normal bullets would.

They were sure as hell right too. I'd hit all four of the assholes in the chest and they were all four dead when they hit the ground. The entrance holes were impressive, but the exit wounds were spectacular and the blood spilled was in gallons.

I was already down looking over the dead meat when Uncle Jed rode up. I decided I might be able to wear one pair of boots off one of them and I could tell his jeans would probably fit me, but my nose let me know they were too shitty now to fuck with. I did find another Stetson to fit me though and they all had nice double holster gun belts with Patterson Navy model revolvers. They each had a new looking Henry rifle too and their horses were prime stock.

We unsaddled the horses and tied them on behind the last wagon and slung the bodies over them. When we rode into town the Marshal complained about us bringing in the dead bodies, but Uncle Jed asked if he'd rather we'd have left them out on the road where they tried to rob us.

"Hell, I knew all those men and I just can't believe they were trying to rob you," the marshal said.

Uncle Jed showed him his badge then and told him he could believe it or be arrested for helping the robbers out with their thieving.

"Hell, I'm the marshal of this town and you can't threaten me," he said.

"Ok then, we won't. We'll just shoot your ass for resisting arrest and let the circuit judge straighten this out. You ain't the first marshal we've caught helping robbers out and you probably won't be the last, but we can make damned sure you don't do it again," Uncle Jed told him.

The marshal didn't like it a bit, but when he looked up again Uncle Bruce had the Greener pointed his way and the hammers were already eared back.

The marshal started backing water right away and he might have got off light if it hadn't been for one of his deputies. The man had wandered out and noticed the dead bodies were friends of his and he went for his pistol. Uncle Bruce just had to move his aim a little to the left to settle his hash and the over spray caught the marshal in the arm and chest.

There was a lot of confusion to follow, but when the town's mayor came out to try to help settle things he could at least see which way the wind was blowing. A doctor was called to patch up the marshal and an undertaker was called to haul the deputy to his last reward. We also turned over the other four bodies to the undertaker and at least he was happy for the business.

We had supper in a cafe and then moved on out of town to settle in for the night. I guess we were lucky the mules paid attention at night since one of them snorted kinda loud around midnight and it put us all on our guard. The marshal from the previous town and a couple more of his deputies were trying to sneak up on our camp and when they did they got more than they bargained for.

I thought it was actually a little funny the marshal had been patched up in time to get out and get good and killed. At least they had some nice horses and we took them with us when we left the next morning. Unfortunately none of them had much money on them, but we did get a double eagle off almost all of them. We were kind enough to strip their bodies so the animals wouldn't have to try digging though clothes to get a meal. One of them had boots that fit me ok, but I had three pair by now and his were mostly worn out so I left them.



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Chapter 3


Things rocked along peacefully for another week but we barely dodged a fuck up on the edge of Pittsburgh. We were a mile from the scene when we heard a lot of shooting ahead. I was driving the lead wagon and my Uncles spurred their horses ahead and a minute or so later I heard more shooting.

When we reached the scene I was surprised since Uncle Jed and Uncle Bruce were down off their horses talking to a rather statuesque blonde who had obviously just come down from the wagon seat.

She had been traveling with her husband and daughter when six roadside bandits charged their wagon. There was no doubt in my mind she had been saved by her looks since the outlaws had killed her husband while he was sitting on the wagon seat beside her. In fact they had begun taunting her with promises of rape of her and her daughter before Uncle Bruce relieved the leader of the bother of living with his new Barrett rifle.

The other five men met similar fates from my Uncles. Attempts to patch up her husband were tried, but he had been shot through the heart and there had been nothing they could do except get him down out of the wagon and act as if they could stop the bleeding. He had expired and we pulled all the wagons off the road into the woods where we planted him with appropriate ceremony of a few prayers.

Carlita, the widow, was sniffling and crying but it seemed it was mostly over what was to become of her now. My women took over and offered her a place along with us and thought they didn't consult me they offered her a brand new husband. Of course they were offering her me as the prospective husband and I'm sure they all felt it was the right thing to do and after a few minutes of looking at Carlita I was practically convinced myself.

She wasn't a green-eyed redhead, but she was a blue-eyed blonde and she had a set of titties to be proud of. I got more than I could have hoped for almost at once since they ganged up on us and sent us into the bedroom wagon to get acquainted. I was only a little surprised to see Carlita call Carla, her daughter into the wagon with us.

I was unsure of the situation when I crawled in the wagon but Carlita had what she wanted in mind already. Carla was helping her out of her dress but unbuttoning it down the back and when Carlita's titties were revealed she turned around and helped Carla get her own pair out for inspection.

I didn't know how the two of them felt about things by now but I sure as hell approved.

"I hope you don't mind, Jake, but Carla is old enough for grownup games now and young boys have been pestering her lately. If we're to be married I think you should go ahead and marry Carla too. She's old enough and an early start for her would be better than taking a chance she'll be bothered by some no account.

Hell, I decided to take my punishment like a man and since Carla's titties were nearly the equal of Carlita's I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. I was even more convinced when they had their dresses completely off and pushed down their bloomers.

I'd been too busy watching to do a good job on my own clothes so they took up the task and soon had me naked and they were admiring my long dong.

"Your mother told me you had a big one but I wasn't prepared for the real thing. I'd better take the first ride to let a little pressure off that monster. Carla has never done it before and you'll need to go easy on her the first time or two anyway," Carlita said, and then she straddled my hips and lowered her pussy toward my hardened spike.

It felt slimy and hot as it enveloped my boner and she leaned down to kiss my lips. It brought her titties into range of my hands and I took over the care of them at once. Carla was mostly just watching now although she was stroking a hand up and down my left thigh.

At first Carlita was doing most of the fucking since she was on top, but the urge took me and I rolled her over and started pounding. She'd told me I needed to let the pressure off and I though I might as well.

Even on the bottom Carlita wasn't shy about what we were doing. He hips strained up to me for every thrust and soon enough her legs wrapped around my ass and she was bucking back like she meant it. Then Carla must have thought I needed to be held down since she climbed aboard my back and pressed her nice titties into my back. We didn't last long this way but I could tell Carlita had her own explosion just before I let go of mine.

As we were catching our breath I had sagged down onto my back between them and they each put a hand on my dick to play with it for a little. Soon enough it was up to snuff and Carlita helped me get between Carla's spread thighs and she did the honors aiming my dick at her daughter's slippery lips and I eased it into her next.

Her maidenhead was not much of a barrier but I could tell it stung her as it left. I stroked slowly for a short while, but Carla wrapped her arms around me and urged me on until I was banging it up her good and proper. She went off almost right away and then her mother started coaching her about squeezing her insides around my invader as I pumped it up her and soon enough she was doing a good job even if she didn't have the internal grip her mother had displayed, yet.

I don't know if the others had been peeking inside or just listening, but when I spunked Carla they all invited themselves in and as soon as they rolled me off Carla my mother leaned her head down and inhaled my rapidly declining dick. She halted its limpward trip right away and when she had me stiff again she invited Janey Scanlon aboard for a ride. Meanwhile she clued Carlita in to the fact Janey was Martha's daughter and she gave her the lowdown on how I picked up my first Mother daughter pair.

The rest of the night was spent with me fucking my heart out and then having my dick revived by lips and tongues and being pressed back into service. I was well and truly spent by the time they let me sleep, but that had its own rewards since Janey and Carla bracketed me for the nap and no matter which way I turned over in my sleep there were lovely bits to fondle.

It seemed like I had been sleeping all night when my sleep was slightly interrupted by Argus with a dream meeting. He informed me one of our previous wagons had been left out in the woods near us and he also explained some connections, which had been added to the wagons.

The consisted of a loop on the backs of them all and a hook arrangement on the tongues of most of them too. He told me to put the hooks into the loops and he said the mules would catch on faster than we would imagine. My nighttime visitor made it easier for me to wake the next morning and while the women were coking breakfast I took Uncle Jed and showed him the new arrangements.

"How did they get there?" he asked.

"I know Uncle Jed, but I promised not to tell anyone. I trust you completely but I'm afraid to tell in case it might make them stop helping us." I said.

"You mean they've helped us before?" he asked.

"Do you remember when we found the new rifles and revolvers?" I asked.

"Say no more. Now that you mention it I don't want them to stop helping us either," he said.

As if to soften the blow of the secret the wagon that had merely appeared near us was full of useful things. Mostly it was food, but there were more of the Marlin rifles in .35 Remington and there were several more Colt Diamondbacks and Pythons. There were also several shoulder holsters that just fit the Diamondbacks. I took a good look at the ammunition this time and I could see at once what had made them call the bullets hollow points. It was easy to see and imagine what made them so devastating. They were basically hollow down through the middle and it didn't take much imagining to know when they hit flesh at high speed they would fragment and wreak havoc on a man's insides.

After a good breakfast it didn't take much fooling around to get the wagons and teams hooked together. It was especially handy since it let the trailing wagon operate without a driver. I worried a little about going downhill with no one to work the back wagon's brakes, but I just figured we'd have to go down hills more slowly from the start.

Luckily for the next few days we didn't have any incidents and were able to travel undisturbed. The only thing to come up was an in-head hint about a farmstead with some dogs for sale. I didn't think it was such a big deal but they explained to me the dogs were well trained and that they would be a big help during the times we were sleeping. When I saw the pull off into the yard of a farmhouse and spotted a man out in the yard with the dogs I pulled up into his yard and the others followed me.

It only took a little talking to buy four of the big dogs and the farmer's wife also had some smoked hams and some freshly baked bread she sold us too. The farmer sold us four young dogs and the mother and daddy dogs and he told us the young ones were fairly well trained already and that the older two were fully trained. He suggested we tie the mama and papa dogs up to the wagons at night and said the youngsters wouldn't leave them.

At least the dogs were trained well enough not to shit and piss in the wagons and we left the place with them all riding in a wagon.

The dogs made me proud of them the first night as we were cooking supper. They started growling and got a little anxious after we'd been stopped for about an hour and so we men slipped off into the woods to hide out.

Sure enough four owl hoots came slipping up and went on about finding so many lovely women out in the woods alone. They didn't think it was so lucky for them once we cut loose, especially since the dogs they thought were so friendly turned on them after we'd shot a couple of them.

King, the papa dog and Queenie the mama latched onto the ass of one of the leaders and they savaged it. He wasn't going to last long enough for it to hurt much, but when I made the dogs turn him loose and promised to let them at him again if he didn't tell us where his loot was hid out. He was happy to tell all as soon as King removed the teeth from his ass.

Apparently they had been hard at work today since he told us where they had another wagon hid out down the road a little and off into the woods. Uncle Jed, Uncle Bill, and Uncle Bruce saddled up with me and we went down to check it out. Even though it was getting near dark out we didn't have any trouble spotting the campfire and when we slipped up on it there were two lowlifes sitting around acting like the were guarding the place.

We odd manned to see who got to shoot them and I lost but Uncle Jed and Uncle Bill came up winners and they dotted their eyes and then we went up to check out the wagon. We were surprised to find a young girl tied up inside it and once we got her untied and took the gag out of her mouth she was thanking us right away.

Apparently they had killed her father earlier today and they had been telling her they were going to rape her after supper. I assured her they were all dead now and to my surprise she started crying at once.

We took her back to our camp with us and when we got there, Mother took charge of her right away. I was glad enough the other women got started on a meal but I was a little bumfuzzled when mother came out and told me I had rounded up another wife for myself.

"Why me?" I asked, though I wasn't really put out over it.

"Your Uncles have already let us know they don't want any more wives. If you don't want the poor thing I don't know what I'm going to tell her." Mama said.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'd love to have her. I just wondered why I was getting her. Don't you dare let her know I even acted like I was balking." I said.

"I won't, and she already knows she won't be your first or only wife. She seems happy enough that she will just be one of your wives. She didn't know what she was going to do now that she was alone." Mama said, explaining.

If the truth were known I wasn't sure about all the wives I was gathering up. They were all pretty and I was very fond of every one of them, but I did wonder what in the hell I'd do if they got into a squabble. Hell, I'd just have to wait and see. And hope, I could hope they'd all get along and really it was about all I could do about it.

After supper was over and the dishes cleaned up we tied the dogs to the wagon wheels and everyone found a place to sleep. For me it was in the bedroom wagon with all my women, including mother of course. She got things rolling and soon enough they were all naked and watching me closely while I followed suit.

I noticed right away Dalena, our newest member was just as naked as the others and apparently she intended to start her honeymoon right away without the bother of a marriage ceremony first.

Even though she was ready to do the nasty she wouldn't hear of going first. Janey decided she would be first and her mother, Martha, made sure she was close to the action.

It must have been a mothers evening since mine helped me out of my clothes and she even gave my growing dick a few strokes when she had it uncovered. Soon enough I was urged to the bed beside Janey and I commenced foreplay. Janey was much more enthusiastic tonight and it seemed to be catching. I'd barely finished my post-explosion stroking when my mother rolled me off Janey and took command of my dick with her lips and mouth.

She didn't try for the full meal deal though and when she had me up hard again Dalena had switched places with Janey and mother reminded me to take it easy on her. I tried, but soon enough I relived her of her hymen and was pushing for depth. Dalena took to fucking with grace and she was soon wrapped around me, both arms and legs, and was banging right back at me. I got to the finish just after Janey went off, but I still had plenty of work to do. With the help of all the girls I made it into every available cooter before they let me sleep.

Sunlight creeping into the wagon woke me the next morning and I was mostly at the bottom of a pile of naked women. I had nothing to complain about and busied myself playing with every titty I could find and I found plenty.

It woke the women of course and they began pulling on clothes and hiding my toys from me right away. When they started out of the wagon to get going on breakfast I decided I didn't mind so much after all.

I bailed out of the wagon last and was surprised to see a big sack of something saying it was dog food. Dog Chow was written in big letters on the large sack and there were several metal bowls near it. I opened the sack and filled the bowls and then took one around to each tied up dog. They dug in and as soon as I had the last of it shared out it was time for me to be fed too.

I found a nice smooth rock to sit on and Janey brought me a big plate of ham and eggs and Dalena was right behind her with a big mug of coffee for me. This was the life as far as I was concerned. Apparently it suited my Uncles too since they were all sipping coffee and digging into their own plates.

We were done with breakfast, hitched up, and on the road shortly. It was a nice spring morning and traveling was uneventful until around noon. Uncle Jed showed me where to turn off the road just as noon was coming up and instead of pulling off into the woods to make a meal he led us to a house place and right up to the house.

Two nice looking women were out of he house almost at once and they were squealing and going on over Uncle Jed from the first. A few minutes later he brought his wives, Janice and Carol over to meet me.

Uncle Jed's wives led mother and all the women into the house while we unhitched the stock and then put them away in his barn. I shared out bowls of dog food again and our dogs went right to it after a little sniffing around on the two dogs at Uncle Jed's place.

Lunch was inside today and it was good. My other Uncles had taken off for their own homes not long after we'd pulled up here and Uncle Jed clued me in to the fact they'd be packing up their own wagons since they all intended to move out West with us. He said we'd be staying at least a couple of days while all the others got ready for the trip. It was fine with me since I felt I was already ready. Mother let me know my main duty the next couple of days was being a bridegroom. She intended for me to get hitched to all the women I was now claiming and she already had the preachers in mind to take care of it.

I didn't mind a bit. My as good as married life had been a pleasure already and I was looking forward to making it official.



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Chapter 4


Supper was cooked inside the house for a change, but the weather was nice and we ate at a large table outside. It only took a little scolding to get the dogs back from the table and interested in their food bowls again. The meal was a rich thick beef stew with freshly baked bread, green beans, and mashed potatoes. There was even a big peach cobbler for desert and by the time we were finished we sat around talking and sipping the excellent coffee.

Soon enough the sun was down and after about an hour more of talking we chose up sides and went to bed. Actually, my women and me went to wagon for the night. Uncle Jed's house wasn't a spacious one and there wasn't enough room inside it for us all to sleep. I didn't give one shit about that since sleeping outside would make sue we didn't disturb anyone else with our preslumber moaning, groaning, and gasping during our extended game of slap and tickle.

We did take a little break for the ever popular game of in-out in-out and it couldn't have made me happier. My mother was first on the menu and even though I still missed my father I realised if he'd still been around I wouldn't have my mother to fuck around on and it consoled me in my grief. Let me just be honest about things. My mother was a beautiful mature woman. She had nice big titties with large nipples for sucking on and she had a wonderfully rounded ass to grab hold of. Even though I didn't know how in the hell she still had such a nice snug cooter to shove my dick up she did and I loved every pump I made up into her slippery slot. Martha and Janey Scanlon were two more treats and the others I'd grown attached to during our trip were wonderful diversions too.

Hell, what young boy wouldn't be thrilled with so much available pussy, and it was the best part too. The pussy wasn't only available, it was enthusiastic about my treatment. My dick was well and truly spent before it was through for the evening and I went to sleep happy.

Even though they'd worked me hard last night I was still up with the sunrise and after slipping out of the wagon for an early morning tree watering I made sure to be back inside it to watch the women get up and dress. I could still barely believe my luck since every girl and woman I now claimed as my wife had a generous set of titties and they each had wonderful suckable nipples topping them off. Not to mention beautifully rounded asses and wonderfully trim and firm legs for sneaking between.

Breakfast was cooked inside again this morning but coffee was served outside soonest and we ate breakfast outside again too. We were barely finished when my other uncles started showing up in their wagons with their families. They'd brought most of their things with them from the start but the men left for gathering up the last of their possesions taking along two empty wagons to store the overflow.

My uncles and I spent the morning going over a rude map one of them had and we tentatively laid out our route of travel. We'd be cutting across a small part of West Virginia and moving over into Ohio right off the bat. Next we'd make our way to Columbus. From there we'd head into Indiana and toward Indianapolis and then head west into Illinois. We intended to skirt around Springfield and then head for Missouri. In Missouri our destination was, Independence near Kansas City and from there we hoped to latch onto a wagon train headed West.

We didn't have a final destination in mind yet, but we thought we'd have plenty of time to decide where to land while we were making our way there.

Most of the day was spent packing and repacking. All my Uncles and their families were here with their wagons by the end of the day and we had a nice big communal supper outside starting around dark thirty.

Mother and my other women decided we needed to try keeping it down during the night time activities since there were other wagons being pressed into sleeper service tonight. It was not necessary since I wasn't the only one pounding my mates after we had all retired. I idly tried to put a face to the voices I heard shouting out thier climaxes early on, but gave it up as a bad job since I'd only met the women today. I caused quite a few squeals and moans myself and considered it a job well done.

After breakfast the next morning I was the oldest male left on the place. My Uncles all rode into the nearest small town to see about selling their places since they were leaving them. They rode back in about four in the afternoon and they'd each made a sale. We spent a little time at carpentry while they built hide out boxes for their gold coins and attached them to the frame work in their wagons.

After sleeping we spent the next day going over all the wagons making sure they were ready to go and we were delighted to find the loops and hooks for putting them together had been installed by magic during the night.

We were up early the next morning and it was the go day. Even though we rushed through breakfast we still had plenty and while the men were hitching teams the women baked plenty of biscuits and after slicing them in half they filled them with eggs, bacon, and ham for eating along the way.

We made quite a train when we left with our twelve wagons with numerous horses tied on behind them along with a few extra mules. We would be keeping our eyes open for any extra mules for sale along the way in case we lost a few on the trip.

Our first little jaunt into West Virginia wasn't long but it was eventful. Some roadside bandits bit off more than they could chew early and we slaughtered them quickly. They must not have been doing well up until now and they sure as hell weren't after we were done with them. When we robbed their dead bodies it was barely worth the trouble since we only came up with about eighty dollars off six of them. Their horses weren't worth tying on to take with us. We did colllect their firearms, but not expecting to get any use out of them. We mostly gathered them up to make sure we didn't run into them again later in the hands of new robbers.

Later in the afternoon we were stopped by a tree falling into the road but then no one attacked. It was a good thing for them since we were all armed and dangerous and expecting trouble to boot. We merely pulled the tree aside and went on our way.

We traveled until nearly sunset and we needed to build a fire for light before we could get setteled down for the night. The meal was perfunctory but it was good enough to get us by. The women promised better in the morning and after we woke they were good to their word.

Our trip across Ohio took five days and surprised me since we didn't run into one bit of trouble. There were a couple of robbers who made a try in Indiana, but they weren't prepared for such a large group and none of us were even wounded.

It was the way most of the trip went until we crossed into Missouri. We were hit with the tree in the road trick our first day in Missouri and the robbers made an attack this time. My wagon was first in line and when I saw men coming out of the woods I told the women to get down in the back hoping the armor the spacemen had installed would protect them. It wasn't really needed this time since I was ready for them when they first came out of the woods and I downed the first three who showed themselves. It caught the remainder by surprize and I got two more after mother shot one and the last four turned tail and hauled their asses since we'd already shot more than were left riding.

Searching the bodies was more profitable this time and each of the wounded men had two double eagles. Two of them weren't even dead yet, but I took care of that with my bowie knife. We took all the boots that were worth having off their feet and took all their weapons. Their horses were surprisingly good and we tied them onto the last wagon after removing the tack. We at least stripped the bodies so the animals could eat them up faster but we threw the nasty clothes out near where we left them.

It was nearly by accident the next morning that Uncle Jed, Bruce, and Bill rode on ahead before we left out. I saddled up Red and went with them. Th e road this monring seemed peaceful and quiet, but it wasn't going to be long. Uncle Jed spotted five mounted men making a try at hiding out in the woods. As soon as he saw them we turned around and went back to the wagons. They stopped on the road and we tied our horses on behind the last one and then mounted our respective wagons and got ready for what we knew was coming. My wagon was in the lead and I had mother and the other girls get in the back and get low to let the armor protect them.

I was intent on protecting myself. I put my Barrett easy to hand and lay a Marlin across my lap. It got most of my attention since the mules could find their own way down the road. The spacemen must have been paying attention since the tingled the back of my neck as we neard the suspected attack point and lo and behold they tried the _tree in the road trick_ again. I pulled the the mules to a stop probably two hundred feet from the spot since they had jumped the gun a little on downing the tree.

It left the robbers stumped for a few minutes and they obviously didn't know what to do about there fuckup. Hell, I just picked up the Marlin and looked the roadside woods over carefully hoping to spot a target.

I didn't feel a bit ashamed to cut loose on the first one I found. Hell, I knew what was coming almost as well as the potential attackers did and I shared a 180 gr spitzer boat tail with the closest one. The report got their attention, except for the one I'd been aiming at. The bullet got his attention but from my placement, I knew nothing would have his attention long since he wouldn't have any attention quickly. He went right back over his horses' ass and fell in a heap onto the forest floor. His horse was surprised and it took off heading right toward us. It caused confusion among the other three who had been waiting to jump thier horses toward us and in fact two others bolted our way too.

My next shot took one in the left shoulder and I managed to get the next one in the upper chest just below where his neck came out of his shoulders. The other three turned around and took off the other way.

Uncle Jed and uncle Bruce came riding up just then with their rifles in their hands and uncle Bruce caught site of the tree man and nailed him in his left ear. He fell like a rock and didn't wiggle when he hit. I hopped down out of the wagon as mother took the reins and mounted Red and then the three of us, uncle Jed, uncle Bruce, and I walked our horses toward the remains of the gang. We kept our eyes peeled but didn't see any of them hanging around. We stopped and I got down to look at the first one I'd dealt with. He was dead as a turd in a punch bowl and I was happy about it since he had eighteen double eagles in his pockets. He also had a nice double holster gun belt with a Navy Patterson in each holster. I stripped everything off him that was still useable.

Mother moved the wagon ahead and I put the loot off him into it. I took the tack off his horse and tied it onto the back of the wagon and then walked up to the next candidate. His gunbelt had two Army Colts in it and they had been converted to fire the .44 rim fires used by a Henry. He had a nice, nearly new double rigged roping saddle with a saddle scabbard containing a nearly new Henry. Of course I took this all off the horse and put it in the wagon too. I could learn to like using a Henry since they were a quality weapon, especially for the time. HIs saddle bags even had several hundred rounds of the .44 rim fires.

By the time we made it to the tree man we were flush with saddles and firearms. We'd even found a ten gauge Greener in one saddle scabbard and it looked to be almost brand new. Of course there were plenty of shells for it in the saddlebags of the horse we found it on.

All my uncles were with me now and we looked over the saddles and tack closely. Apparently these thieves had been doing well until just lately. They all had nice saddles and other tack and the horses from the dead men were nice stock. We knocked off for a few minutes, pulled all our wagons up into the woods, built a campfire and the women got out of the wagons and made a big pot of coffee. We ate a few biscuits with ham and drank coffe and stayed for about an hour.

Finally we packed up and took off down the road again. I got a message into my head as we started rolling again and the spaceman said our trip was more dangerous than they'd anticipated.

"Things have come a little hot and heavy so far and it will probably be this way for most of the way," I replied.

"We are considering making some body armor for you. Will you encourage the others to wear it and will you wear it?" he asked.

"I'll wear it for sure and I'll demand the women wear it. It might take a while but I'll work on my uncles to see if I can get them to put it on too," I said.

They explained then the body armor would be made of a sort of cloth called Kevlar. I couldn't understand how it would help a thing, but I guessed it couldn't hurt. I'd just have to see when it came along


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