****** Sacrifices by Amanda Pierce ******
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Sacrifices


INTRODUCTION

The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you sexually for
temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is also fantasy,
illusions created in the mind for our own private amusement. The world of
fantasy and the real world are, and should be, two separate worlds altogether.
In fantasy, we can create people, places and events which simply do not belong
to, and are not appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should
all strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth,
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are the
qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all means, but
never confuse it with reality.


CHAPTER ONE

The Ford Explorer made its way along the canyon road. Sheriff Gina Hawkins sat
behind the wheel as the Drago County Sheriff's vehicle bumped and bounced along
the rutted road. The thirty-two year old attractive blonde was pensive as she
drove alone to the site of the crime. On the force for eleven years and elected
Sheriff last year, this was her first murder case. Drago was a small and not
very populous county in northern Colorado. Her office was in Capston, a small
rural town and the county seat. The folks who lived in the county were mostly
small ranchers who kept to themselves and rarely had any kind of trouble with
the law. That was why she was startled when the call had come in informing her
that a local resident had discovered the body while hunting. He had made it
plain this wasn't an accident, so her next call was to Ben McCauley, the
director of the local funeral home who also doubled as county coroner. She had
sent both her deputies to pick up Ben and escort him to the crime scene where
they were to secure the area while he did an examination of the body. That was
an hour ago and still she was having trouble believing what had happened.

She spotted the other police vehicles and the funeral home hearse and pulled
in. Sam Cantrell, one of her deputies was waiting.

"You're not going to believe this," he said, leading the way into the woods.

"What do you mean?"

"God, Gina, he...." his voice trembled, "you'll just have to see it for
yourself."

Her deputy's remarks made her even more apprehensive, but she was determined to
show her fortitude, no matter what lay ahead. She was sheriff now, even though
the election had been close, primarily because many of the locals, men and
women, just weren't sure a woman was up to job of sheriff, even if the most
hazardous thing she had had to do up to this point was arrest a few drunks in
Capston, the county seat.

They walked through heavy timber for the next few minutes until entering a
small clearing. At the end of the clearing stood her other deputy Todd Green
and Ben McCauley. As she approached they parted to give Gina her first look at
the body.

She stopped short, almost gasping. What had once been a rather attractive
brunette was lashed with rope to the blood soaked tree. Two hunting arrows, one
in her lower abdomen, the other in her heart, were clear evidence as to how she
had died.

"How... how long...." she asked

"She's been dead less than twenty four hours. I don't have the sophisticated
stuff here to be any more accurate than that. I'll order an autopsy. We'll have
to send her down to Denver for that."

Gina shook her head in the affirmative and reluctantly stepped forward. She
reached out her hand to lift up the head which was slumped against the chest,
but stopped, looking to the coroner.

"No, it's OK. I've done about all I can here. She was raped and sodomized.
There's also semen in her mouth. I've taken samples."

Gina lifted the head to stare into the sightless eyes and open mouth which,
even in death, seemed to be screaming in abject terror. She was pretty, thought
Gina, very pretty.

"Any I.D.? she asked her deputies.

"Nope, nothing. We searched all around for about a hundred yard radius.
Couldn't find anything but her clothes there," said Todd, motioning to the
shirt, jeans and shoes and socks scattered near the base of the tree.
"Her...uh, bra and panties are missing as well as any kind of wallet or purse.

"Photos?" asked the sheriff.

"Four rolls. I tried to get every angle I could think of.... there is one
thing."

"What's that?"

"He wasn't alone. There were at least two of them. We found two other sets of
boot prints beside hers."

"That would account for the large amount of semen in her," interjected Ben,
"I've taken several samples. They will have to go to Denver as well. DNA will
probably confirm what Todd says."

"Get the footprint kit. I want plaster molds of those prints."

"Sure thing Gina.... er, Sheriff," said Sam, embarrassed by his casual address
in front of the coroner.

"What about Whitmore?" she asked.

"Larry Whitmore, the rancher who found her?" responded Sam, "I questioned him
for about fifteen minutes, but he couldn't really tell us anything he hadn't
already told you over the phone. He was hunting and found her about seven this
morning."

"Does Whitmore own a bow?" asked Gina.

"Yeah, sure he does, but so do about half the ranchers in the county. Look
Sheriff, I've known Larry almost all my life. He's a straight up guy. Sure,
he's single and likes to party with the ladies, but this is just not Larry. No
way!"

"OK, OK for now," she said, trying desperately to run through her mind a
checklist of things to do --- making sure they had not overlooked anything
obvious and were doing nothing to destroy any chance for evidence that might
come back to haunt them later. The bungled investigation of the little girl who
had been brutally murdered in Boulder kept nagging at her.

"Is it all right if we take her down?" asked Ben, "I'd like to get her to
Denver as soon as possible.

"Yeah, sure. Todd, I want you to bag her clothes and the rope. I want those
arrows dusted for prints and see if you can find where they were purchased.
Look around again. Maybe you missed something the first time. Sam, as soon as
you get those footprint molds, I want you to get a picture of her face on the
wire to Denver and the surrounding counties. Maybe we'll get lucky with an I.D.
Also I want to know if anyone matching her description has been reported
missing. Then I want you to check with those other counties and see if anything
like this has turned up elsewhere: rape, torture, murder. Get that out as soon
as you get back to the office."

"Right Sheriff," her deputies answered in unison.

"Oh, what about tire tracks?"

"I'm afraid if there were any, we pretty well wiped them out with our own as we
drove up," replied Sam, dropping his eyes in shame.

"Yeah, well, take a look anyway, you might get lucky," she said as she thought
to herself, there's one we've botched already.

All the way back to town, Gina kept seeing the woman's tortured expression.

*****************************************

That night Gina took a long warm bath before turning in. The day had been long
and tiring. She was still haunted by the look on the woman's face. Gina closed
her eyes and imagined what the woman might have been like before the attack,
smiling, her long brunette hair flowing over her shoulders. Gina' s hands began
wandering over her body. A closet Lesbian, Gina had known what that kind of
knowledge would do to her chances of being elected sheriff. So she had hidden
her sexuality behind her badge, doing her job, first as a deputy and now as
sheriff, while longing for the kind of relationship she saw others enjoy. Her
own adolescence had been underscored with awkward dates with boys, followed by
experimentation with a female classmate and the realization that she was
somehow different. The classmate had moved on to boys, crushing Gina who had
then, seriously contemplated suicide. Finishing school, she had entered the
police academy where she had disappointed many of the male recruits by refusing
their advances. Desperate for affection, she had blundered, badly misreading a
female recruit's intentions and kissing the woman, who let her know in no
uncertain terms what she thought of "butchs". As the word got around, Gina
became a pariah and gradually withdrew from the other recruits. It was then she
had accepted her role as outcast and buried herself in her studies, finishing
second in her class.

Would the woman, she wondered have found her attractive? Her hands cupped her
small but firm breasts, pinched her nipples to erection and then began
wandering over her trim hips and thighs, stroking her shapely legs and finally
finding her nest. She gasped as her fingers found her mound of pleasure and she
imagined the fingers were those of the brunette.

Her fingers were practiced and she orgasmed easily, whining slightly as her
body spasmed in release.

The image of the pretty brunette played across her mind once more. Who are you?
she wondered as she stepped from the tub and began drying herself ----- and
what happened to you out there?

The answers to her questions all lay in the events of the day before.

***************************************

Cathy Melton had simply chosen the wrong place and the wrong time to experience
a flat tire. The wife and mother of a two year old had come to the mountains
alone to think through her marriage and future. Her husband had just admitted
he had been seeing another woman for months and now wanted a divorce. The news
had struck her like a thunderbolt, totally unexpected and totally devastating.
She had, at first, fallen apart, weeping for days, unable to think or act.
Gradually, she had come to accept the truth, but now simply wanted and needed
some time alone to decide what her course of action would be. A close friend
had agreed to keep her daughter over the weekend while Cathy sorted out her
future and the future of her daughter since her husband had asked for custody.

Having gotten on the road early that morning, she was only a few miles from the
turnoff leading to the campsite when a front tire had suddenly lost pressure
and she was forced to pull onto the shoulder. Cathy had unloaded the jack, but
when she could not loosen the lug nuts on the flat tire, had raised the hood of
her Blazer to flag down some help.

Travis and Elwood Williams were heading back into the mountains in their pickup
after an unsuccessful foray into town the night before. The two brothers, both
in their early thirties, were the offspring of a self proclaimed "mountain man"
and the woman he had kidnapped and taken to his mountain hideaway years ago.
She had borne him the two sons, but had died at the age of forty-two, more from
a broken spirit than from the beatings and rapings he had administered. When
her own sons began raping her with the father's approval, the woman could stand
it no longer and had killed herself. The father had died the year after in a
fall, leaving the two brothers to fend for themselves. They, like their father
seldom came down from the mountains, but, lonesome and horny, they had made a
foray into town last night to find themselves a "wife". They had approached a
woman at a bar who Travis, the older brother, tried to talk into coming out to
the parking lot where Elwood was to grab her from behind, force her into their
truck, and they would have their "wife", just as their father had done years
before. But she had immediately rebuffed the two scraggly bearded, dirty and
smelly men and when they began to try to force her to leave, a man playing pool
in the back had approached them and stared them down, the brothers turning tail
and withdrawing without a fight.

"Bet we could have had her if that son-of-a-bitch hadn't interfered," said
Elwood.

"I should've just punched him out right there," blustered Travis.

"Yeah, you could've took him easy," bragged Elwood.

"Then we'd of had us a good piece of pussy by now."

"Shame too. She weren't bad looking."

"Well, we'll find one somewh... Whoa, what we got here?" wondered Travis,
slowing the pickup and pulling in behind the blazer with the attractive woman
standing beside it.

"Howdy Missy, I'm Travis and this here's my brother Elwood," said the older
brother as they got out and approached the woman.

"Hi, I'm Cathy Melton. My tire blew but I can't seem to get the lug nuts
loose."

"Probably rusted on. They do that a lot."

"Do you think you can help?" she asked.

"Why of course Missy," said Travis, looking up and down the road to make sure
there was no traffic coming and then nodding to his smiling brother.

A hand came around from behind and clamped across her mouth, the other hand
went around her waist and lifted her momentarily into the air as Elwood
maneuvered her toward their truck.

"Owwww! the bitch bite me," howled the younger Williams turning loose of the
struggling woman.

"Hell Elwood, all you got to do is this!" said Travis matter of factly as he
punched Cathy in the stomach viciously, doubling her over in agony. Gasping for
breath, the attractive brunette could offer no resistance as the two shoved her
into the truck between them and drove off.

"Please, don't hurt me," she gasped, trying to regain her breath.

"We ain't gonna hurt ya Missy. We just gonna fuck ya. Then we gonna take you to
our place. You gonna be our woman."

The brunette's eyes widened in first disbelief, then terror.

"Please, I have some money. It's back in my purse, in my car."

"Don't need no money when we got a purty thing like you."

"But... but... you can't do this!"

"Missy, we done done it. You're ours now. You a good fuck?" asked Elwood

The question flabbergasted her into speechlessness.

"You better be, otherwise we gonna have to train you, just like daddy did to
momma."

"...Train...?" she asked in a frightened voice.

"He means beat the shit out of you until you fuck like we want you to,"
answered Travis grinning.

Elwood grabbed her breast and began squeezing. Cathy turned to face him and
then spit in his face. The younger Williams retaliated with a series of slaps,
addling their captive while he pulled out a hunting knife and stuck it against
her ribs.

"Do it again bitch and you're crow bait."

Cathy's eyes were again wide with fear. This time Elwood held the knife against
her as he reached under her shirt with the other hand and again began squeezing
her breasts.

"Please, I have a little girl at home," pleaded Cathy.

"Hmmmm, already been bred, huh? smiled Travis. "In that case you ought to make
us some fine babies."

"You... you want me to...?" questioned Cathy in disbelief.

"Well of course you stupid bitch. That's what women are for, to be fucked and
bred, just like Daddy and us did to Momma."

"I sure am horny," announced Elwood, "here, Missy suck me off," he commanded
unzipping his pants and withdrawing his erect, unwashed penis.

"Oh God, I can't," said Cathy almost retching from the smell.

The knife point brought a trickle of blood. The petrified woman closed her eyes
and leaned over to take the younger brother's penis in her mouth.

"Come on suck me Missy, suck me!" he urged using the knife point as emphasis.

Almost immobilized with fear, Cathy nevertheless began sucking on the vile and
repulsive member.

"Come on Missy, you can do better than that," stated Elwood, keeping the knife
in her ribs with one hand while grabbing her hair with the other and forcing
her into an up and down motion on his erection.

"Better bring him off," added Travis smiling. "It'll get real unpleasant it you
don't."

Cathy was near gagging as the combination of Elwood thrusting with his buttocks
and ramming her head downward at the same time sent his phallus deep into her
throat.

Mercifully, he came soon thereafter, forcing her to swallow his semen.

"Not too bad Missy, but I can tell, you gonna need trainin'."

Cathy sobbed quietly, the two brothers trading insulting remarks about her as
Travis found the turnoff he was looking for. The dirt road wound back into the
woods and soon became simply two ruts ending before a tall stand of timber
which signaled the beginning of deep woods.

Cathy was dragged into the woods for several hundred yards, begging and
pleading with her captors, trying every approach she knew to reach the
compassion she hoped was still locked up inside them somewhere. It was all to
no avail however, as the animals holding her captive simply laughed and made
crude jokes regarding her pleas.

They approached a large tree on the edge of the clearing.

"Get your clothes off Missy. We gonna find out just how good a fuck you are,
afore we take you to the cabin," announced Travis.

When she hesitated, Elwood again produced the knife. Slowly Cathy Melton
removed her shoes and socks.

"Come on, come on," commanded Elwood brandishing the knife.

The lovely brunette unbuttoned her shirt and after pleading, again
unsuccessfully, slipped her arms from the sleeves and dropped the garment at
their feet.

Elwood smiled a largely toothless grin as he caught sight of the bra and her
breasts swelling as her frightened rapid breathing made them unwittingly rise
and fall.

"Now the pants Missy," ordered Elwood.

The terrified woman's hands unbuttoned her jeans as tears of terror streamed
down her face. Another flourish with the blade and Elwood was rewarded as the
woman slide her pants down her legs and stepped out of them. Cathy Melton now
stood in only bright blue bra and panties.

"Oh them's purty," opined Elwood, 'but they's gonna look a lot better off ya
than they do on."

"Please!" begged Cathy, tears raining down her cheeks.

"Get em off Missy or you ain't gonna last very long," stated Travis.

Cathy thought she would faint as she unsnapped the bra and at the brother's
urging handed it over to them. They both laughed and ogled her naked breasts.
The wind was chilling and her nipples stiffened, a sight which did not go
unnoticed by the two brothers.

"Look at that Travis, her nipples are hard --- means she wants it!"

"Yeah," smiled the other Williams, "let's get a look at what we're about to
get."

"Get em off Missy, now!" commanded Elwood.

"I can't! I just can't," she cried.

"You wanna take em off or would you rather Elwood here cut em off ya?"

Her eyes danced from brother to brother looking for mercy and finding none.

Cathy Melton slowly, agonizingly lowered her panties until they fell at her
feet.

"Well, will ya look at that?" laughed Travis. "She's hardly got any pussy hair
at all."

The woman closed her legs as tightly as she could, but she now stood before
them naked, alone, afraid and helpless.

"Gimme them panties," ordered Elwood, I think them'll make a great souvenir."

Cathy stepped out of the panties at her ankles, reached down and picked them
up. As she handed them to Elwood, a huge grin broke out on his face as he held
them to his nose and inhaled, Cathy seeing this as her only chance, whirled and
began running. She heard two whoops behind her as the men starting running
after her.

"Whoever brings her down gets the first piece," shouted Elwood as he pushed his
brother aside and took out after the fleeing woman. What he didn't count on was
Travis using the rope he had brought, to lasso his brother's feet bringing him
to the ground heavily. Cathy was running with every bit of resolve she could
muster, hardly aware of the twigs and rocks which cut at her bare feet. Yet
stride for stride, she was no match for the elder Williams brother who was
within feet of her before she had gotten half way across the clearing. He dived
at her legs bringing her down in the soft moss and rotting leaves.

She began crying uncontrollably as Travis forced her to all fours and quickly
had his pants down.

"GOD!" she screamed as he entered her nest, plunging completely into her in two
powerful strokes. His hands went around her waist and kept her from crawling
away as he pounded her unmercifully. The woman, crazed with fear and pain,
grunted heavily as Travis began to piston his sizable rod in and out of her.

"Not bad Missy!" he yelled over her own screams. "You good and tight. A lot
tighter 'n Momma."

By this time, Elwood had caught up to them and laughed loudly as the woman's
body shook with each thrust of her rapist, her breasts swinging beneath her.

"Breed her, Travis, Breed her!" screamed the younger Williams with eager
enthusiasm as the older brother orgasmed deep within her womb.

"Come on Missy, now it's my turn," laughed Elwood as Travis withdrew and
stepped away. "How tight's your ass?"

Cathy squealed in terror and tried to crawl away on all fours.

"Look at that, she's crawling away like a sow toward the slop bucket," laughed
Elwood, easily overtaking her and pushing her face into the soft earth. "Our
little sow here wants to root, don't you sow?"

Cathy could hardly breathe, Elwood's hand and terror robbing her of breath.
While holding her head into the soil, Elwood prodded her with the knife into an
all fours position again. He let go her head and the knife to ram his erection
into her dry and unprepared anus. Cathy let out a high pitched cry of pain as
Elwood got over half his penis into her rectum on the first thrust.

"Sounds just like an old sow don't she?" he laughed. "come on sow, root for me.
Come on!"

Cathy, dazed and mindless with the pain did as she was bidden, putting her face
back into the rich loamy soil as her anus took another thrust and Elwood had
buried himself completely within her. As he began thrusting, the hapless woman
could only utter the same high pitched cries of pain and anguish.

"Hey, Travis, I got me a real sow here! Come on sow give me a ride," he said,
"pitching his weight forward and mostly onto her back.

His thrusts felt as if they were tearing her insides apart. Already a great
deal of anal tract tissue had ruptured and blood was now oozing from her rectum
as Elwood continued his assault.

"Come on sow, I want a ride!" he cried.

Crazed with the pain, Cathy began crawling on her all fours, supporting Elwood
on her back as he continued to sodomize her.

"Come on sow, squeal and grunt!" he commanded as his thrusts became even more
powerful, forcing her to move to try to lessen the pain, even an infinitesimal
amount.

Although not a farm girl, Cathy had visited her uncle's farm on several
occasions and knew the sound the younger brother wanted from her.

The once vivacious and fastidious brunette had been turned, within minutes,
into a grunting and squealing sow of a captive as she crawled as fast as she
could, emitting the sounds which both brothers found hilarious, her body
becoming soiled with mud, her privates becoming soiled with the semen of her
captors and her soul soiled with the unbearable knowledge of what she was
doing, however unwillingly, for these men.

As she crawled toward Travis, she glanced up to see he was hard again. She
stopped at his feet as Elwood continued to batter her abused anus. Travis
grabbed and yanked her hair viciously, her head raising and her mouth opening
in pain. Her mouth was instantly filled with his throbbing penis. He and Elwood
began coordinating their thrusts so her throat and rectum would be invaded to
the maximum simultaneously. Both men orgasmed and then traded places, Cathy
being forced to taste her own feces as Elwood again sank his filthy penis into
her mouth and throat. Finally after both orgasmed again, Cathy collapsed onto
the ground nearly unconscious as the two brothers laughed and caught their
breath.

For the next four hours Cathy Melton was raped repeatedly in mouth, nest and
anus.

"How good are you standing up?" asked Elwood after the brothers had regained
their breath and their erections."

"I don't know what you me..." cried the exhausted woman.

Elwood pulled her to her feet and entered her nest while brother Travis held
her from behind and entered her rectum. They again pounded her into
insensibility and this time when they orgasmed and withdrew, the once
attractive brunette collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Ready to take her to the cabin?" asked Elwood.

"I been thinking about that. We maybe made us a mistake Elwood."

"What you mean?"

"Well, we left her truck sitting right there alongside the road with her purse
and everything in it. If they haven't found it by now, they will 'fore long.
They'll know who she is and what she looks like. The chances of us getting her
to the cabin don't look too good."

"What you think we oughta do?"

"Ditch her. Hell, she's 'bout wore out now anyway. She's no tighter 'n momma
was, so we might as well get rid of her. We can always find us another one
later."

"I don't know Travis, she sure could squeal when you rammed it up her ass."

"Hey little brother, don't you know, they all squeal when you ram it up their
ass."

They both laughed.

"So what do we do with her?" asked Elwood.

"I got me an idea," smiled Travis. "Go back to the truck and get our bows."

"Our bows? What for?"

"You'll find out. Just go git 'em."

While Elwood was gone, Travis hefted the woman across his shoulder like so much
meal in a sack, carried her to a large tree, stood her up with her back against
the trunk and lashed her to the tree with the rope he had used earlier to lasso
his younger brother. Cathy's arms were pulled back behind the trunk and tied,
while her legs were also forced open, then also lashed tightly.

The woman was just beginning to regain consciousness when Elwood returned.

The two men strung their compound hunting bows.

"Pace off about a hundred feet." ordered Travis, Elwood now beginning to catch
on.

"Wait, let me have one more piece before we finish her," said Elwood, dropping
his pants and again raping the helpless woman whose screams filled the empty
woods. Travis decided to avail himself as well and her nest was filled a second
time with sperm.

"Too bad Missy, you'da made a good sow. I bet we coulda bred you as often as we
wanted."

"What do you mean?" cried Cathy only now becoming lucid enough to realize she
was, once again, in danger."

"We gotta go before the cops show up."

"But what about me?"

"Oh, we gonna use you one more time."

"I don't..."

She saw the bows in the men's hands, their smirking faces.

"No, you wouldn't."

"Yep, as a matter of fact we're gonna." smiled Travis.

"But... but I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Well, you're right about that. You ain't gonna tell nobody."

"No please!" she screamed as they began pacing off the distance.

"But... but you said you wanted me to be your woman.....You.....you said you
wanted to breed me!" she cried in desperation.

"This oughta be far enough," pronounced Travis ignoring the now desperate
screams of the woman.

"Ten bucks to the first one who gets a kill shot," challenged Travis.

"I go first!" insisted Elwood.

Cathy was now screaming hysterically as she saw Elwood withdraw an arrow from
the quiver and fit it to the bow.

"You can't! No, please no!" she screamed.

"Now remember what I taught you about the release. Don't pull off, just ease
it."

"Yeah, OK," breathed Elwood as he drew the bow and sighted.

"GOD! You can't..." she screamed as his finger eased the release.

For one instant the arrow seemed frozen in flight as Cathy screamed, wet
herself and voided her bowels in sheer terror. In the next instant, she felt a
searing pain in her gut, felt blood rise in her throat and looked down to see
the arrow protruding from her lower abdomen. She tried to scream in pain but
only blood issued forth from her throat and mouth.

"Damn, a gut shot!" cursed Elwood.

"Too low brother. Hit a deer there and you'll have to chase it for miles. Now
here's the way to do it.," said Travis arrowing his bow and drawing.

Cathy was bleeding out but still conscious enough to look up in time to see the
older brother release his arrow. Cathy Melton's last moment on earth was filled
with terror as she had only time to open her mouth in panic when the multi
pointed hunting arrow pierced her chest and heart. The woman who had come to
the mountains to plan her life, had that life snuffed out instantly. Her head
fell forward on her chest, her mouth. vagina and anus all bleeding profusely.

"Now that's a kill shot little brother. You owe me ten bucks," said Travis
holding out his hand for the money.

"We gonna leave her there?"

"Yeah, I hate to leave killed game. If we had more time, we might field dress
her," laughed Travis, "but we gotta get the hell oughta here."

"With that the brothers turned and walked back to their truck, Elwood burying
his nose in the silky bra and panties as they made their way to their remote
mountain cabin.


CHAPTER TWO

"Morning Maggie," said Gina as she walked into the office the following
morning.

"Morning Sheriff," replied her secretary/clerk from behind the desk.

"Anything new on the murder?"

"Well, the Highway Patrol reported an abandoned SUV over in Takoma County. The
vehicle belonged to a ...." she shuffled through some papers on her desk,
..."Catherine Melton from near Boulder. Troopers found the hood up and a flat
tire, but no one around."

"Maybe she just caught a ride into the nearest town."

"Yeah, that's possible I guess, but there was one strange thing."

"Oh?"

"Her keys, purse and wallet were still in the car. Seems strange a woman would
flag down a ride to town and then leave her purse and wallet in the front seat
and the keys in the ignition."

"You're right Maggie, it does seem strange. Are they treating it as a missing
person?"

"Not yet. C.H.P. says they are going to do a little looking in the two nearby
towns, see if anyone has been looking for a mechanic."

"OK, well, keep me posted."

"Right Sheriff."

"And Maggie?"

"Yes Sher..."

"Drop the Sheriff stuff when no one else is around, OK?"

"OK Gina. I guess old habits die hard. Your predecessor was a real stickler for
formality."

"I know, but it's been a year now and..."

"I read you loud and clear... Gina," smiled the older woman. Not actually a
police officer, Maggie had been a fixture in the Drago County Sheriff's Office
for over thirty years. Now in her late fifties and thirty pounds overweight,
she no longer moved as sprightly as she once did, but her mind was as sharp as
ever, she took care of the office as no one else could and was considered by
everyone, especially Gina, as one of the team. It had been Maggie's insights
which had helped recover a small child who had become lost three years ago and
she had uncovered a lead which had led to the arrest of a car thief last April.

"Anything else?"

"Todd drove the body and other evidence to Denver last night. I called this
morning and the State Medical Examiner"s office says it will be a couple of
days on the autopsy. Sam and Todd got those footprint molds.They're on your
desk. Definitely two men, both wearing boots. Sizes ten and a half and twelve.
If it's OK, I'll ask Bob down at the shoe store if he can help us with the
brand. If not, we can send them on down to Denver."

"Maybe you should be Sheriff and I should be behind that desk," smiled Gina.

"No thanks. You just can't help but pick up a few things when you work
somewhere for thirty years."

"I appreciate all you do Maggie."

"Thanks. By the way, Sam went back up to the crime scene to look for tire tread
impressions. He felt pretty badly that he let things get messed up. Todd should
be back sometime late this morning or early this afternoon."

"OK sounds like you have things under control. Anything else?" smiled Gina.

"Just one. We got an anonymous call this morning from the Indian Creek
Apartments. Seemed one of the tenets got tossed around pretty good last night.
Sounds like boyfriend beats up girlfriend. Anyway the caller said she could
hear what sounded like a fight, a door slamming and then a woman crying. Want
to check it out or should I get Todd or Sam to do it?"

"No, it's OK, I'll take it. Not much we can do on the murder case until we get
some more information anyway."

"Apartment 19. Her name is Kim White Feather."

"Hmmmm, Native American."

"Yeah, I took the liberty of calling Sally Billings, the apartment building
owner. The girl moved in about two weeks ago. She works down at Wal-Mart."

"You know Maggie, you make this job a hell of a lot easier."

"That's my job Sher... Gina," smiled the older woman as the sheriff turned to
leave.

*******************************************

The modest apartment house was small with only about twenty units. The
apartment Gina was looking for was on the second floor, near the back. She
knocked. When there was no answer, she knocked again.

"Who is it?" came a soft female voice from the other side.

"Ms. White Feather, Sheriff Hawkings. I'd like to talk with you a moment."

The door was opened a crack.

"What do you want?" came the voice.

"We got a report of a disturbance. I just want to make sure you are all right"

"I'm... I'm... fine."

"May I please come in, just to check and make sure?"

The door opened hesitantly and Gina stood face to face with the loveliest woman
she had ever met. Kim White Feather, despite the bruises on her face, was
possessed of the classic high cheek bones, deep brown, slightly almond shaped
eyes and rounded facial features which gave Native American women their beauty.
Her jet black hair was straight and hung to her waist. Her body was slim but
Gina could not help noticing her figure which was quite eye catching, with firm
breasts, noticeable because the young Indian wore no bra under her flannel
shirt and shapely legs and hips accentuated by the tight jeans. She was
barefoot.

Gina was wearing her Sheriff's jacket and hat so there was no need to flash a
badge.

The young woman, still ill at ease, stood aside to allow the Sheriff entry.

"We had a report of a fight," said Gina, stepping into the apartment.

"My boyfriend.....that is ex-boyfriend. He wants me to come back to him."

"Did he do that?" asked Gina gently touching the bruise under the Indian's eye.

"Johnny gets pretty upset sometimes. He yells and screams and throws things."

"And hits you?"

"...sometimes..."

"If you want to swear out a warrant..."

"Oh no, I don't want him arrested... I just..."

Gina looked into the sad eyes.

"Ms. White Feather..."

"Kim," replied the girl, as she began to relax a bit around the Sheriff who
obviously felt her pain.

"Kim, If you want, I can talk with him, warn him off."

"I just want him to leave me alone....would you....like a cup of coffee,
Sheriff?"

"Gina," smiled the blonde. "And yes, I'd love a cup."

"Can we talk, sort of off the record," asked Kim.

"Absolutely. What you tell me stays between the two of us."

Kim offered the attractive officer a seat and poured coffee for them both.

"I need someone to understand."

"I guess we all do."

"It' s just that Johnny, Johnny Two Forks, he won't let go. I told him a month
ago it was over between us but he just won't take no for an answer."

Gina read the desperation in those beautiful brown eyes.

"I can protect you Kim."

The Indian looked into her eyes and there passed between them an indefinable
moment, a connection, an attraction which they both felt, yet which neither
believed could happen. It was as if both had lowered their defenses at the same
moment and had suddenly discovered a commonality, a realization that trust
between them was possible.

Kim looked away almost embarrassed.

"I'm not sure where to start."

"Start anywhere you want," encouraged Gina.

"Johnny and I have known each other since we were three or four."

"Reservation?"

"Pine Ridge. We're Lakota. We've always been the best of friends and it seemed
natural that we would begin to care about each other... romantically. We
started dating in high school but I... began to have other feelings."

"Other guys?"

"Uh, no... other... girls."

Gina's heart quickened.

"It wasn't like I just woke up one day and said to myself....I'm..."

"Lesbian?" Gina finished it for her.

"I'm not even sure of that. I do enjoy Johnny. He's a wonderful lover when he's
sober. But I noticed that girls were just as desirable to me as boys. As time
went on, I found I was attracted to women as much as men. I've tried getting up
the nerve to... be with a woman but somehow I just can't."

"When did he start beating you?"

"Not long after he proposed. I told him I needed some time to think it over. He
flew into a jealous rage accusing me of seeing other men. That night he hit me
for the first time. I didn't dare tell him he had as much to fear from women as
from men. He hounded me, followed me everywhere, spying on me, thinking he
would catch me with a lover. The next night he would show up with roses
apologizing and asking me to forgive him, but it wouldn't be long until he
would propose again and when I wouldn't say yes, he'd start drinking, fly into
a rage and take out his frustrations on me. Finally, a month ago I told him it
was over between us, told him I was attracted to women. He slammed me into a
wall and dislocated my shoulder. He began calling me at all hours and stalking
me. Every time I would go to the store he would make sure I saw him watching
and following me. I can't prove it but I know he slashed the tires on my car
and threw a rock through my window. That's when I decided to move down here. I
thought if I moved away, he would forget about me, but instead, he's followed
me here as well. He showed up last night, drunk and demanding I go to bed with
him. When I refused, he slapped me around, threw me on the bed and raped me.
Then one of the neighbor's shouted something about calling the police. That's
when he left."

"I'll arrest him."

"No, please. I just want to be left alone."

Gina read the desperation in Kim's eyes. The sheriff moved closer and put her
arm around Kim's shoulder. It was impossible to know which woman savored that
moment the most.

"Where is he staying?"

"I'm not really sure, but I think he mentioned Little Falls."

"Little Falls? That's Takoma County."

"So?"

"Oh, probably nothing," said Gina, recalling that Takoma County was where the
Highway Patrol had found the abandoned SUV. "Why don't I drive over there and
have a talk with Johnny."

"Please, I don't want him hurt. I just want him to leave me alone."

"No one's going to be hurt. I'll just let him know you have some friends now
who aren't going to let him push you around any more."

"Could you?"

There was hope in Kim's voice for the first time since Gina had arrived.

"Count on it. I'll drive over there this afternoon."

"I... I don't know how to thank you."

"My pleasure, Kim," said Gina, rising and preparing to go. "If you need me,
just call," she added withdrawing a business card and quickly writing a number
on the back. "That's my home phone. Call me day or night."

"Thank you... Gina. You don't know how much better this has made me feel."

The Native American held out her hand. Gina took it firmly in her own hand, the
moment electric for them both. Their eyes met and it was with the utmost
difficulty that Gina tore her hand and eyes away from the brown eyed beauty and
made her way down the hall.


CHAPTER THREE

"OK Maggie, what have you got?" said Gina later that morning,walking into the
office and noting the expectant look on her clerk's face.

"Sam radioed that he found at least a partial tire tread impression. He's
making a cast now. Should have it back here in an hour or two."

"And?..."

"I took those boot impressions by the shoe store. Bob says they aren't like
anything he handles, so no help there. Want me to send them on to Denver?"

"Yeah, let's see what their lab can tell us. Send them the tire impression as
well."

"And the biggest news of all. CHP got our fax of the photo of the victim.
Bingo! Catherine Melton 1244 Airway Drive, Boulder. 32, husband and daughter."

"We were the same age," mused Gina.

"CHP will contact the family for positive I.D. What do you suppose she was
doing up here all by herself?"

"Another bit of detective work for you Sherlock. Contact CHP. Ask them for
anything they can give us on her background."

"OK. How about the Lakota?"

"You pretty well had it pegged. Boyfriend beat her up and raped her, but she
won't press charges. She thinks he's staying over in Little Falls. I'm going
over there this afternoon and talk with him."

"Little Falls? That's..."

"You don't miss a thing, do you? Yeah that's Takoma County where our victim was
kidnapped."

"Do you see any connection?" asked Maggie.

"Not at the moment. Maybe I can find out more when I talk with the boyfriend.
In the meantime, why don't you contact Pine Ridge and see what they can give us
on a Johnny Two Forks."

"You got it," smiled Maggie turning to her PC.

***************************************

The drive to Little Falls took a little over twenty-five minutes. Gina mulled
over in her mind the information Maggie had gotten from the Pine Ridge
authorities. Johnny Two Forks had been in and out of scrapes since he was a
kid, even once boosting a car to take on a drunken joy ride when he was
fifteen, but he had no serious arrest record. He was noted for his quick
temper, and Kim's allegation that he had beaten her was borne out by the Pine
Ridge records. She had refused to press charges, so he had no arrest record,
but twice she been sent to the emergency room, once with a separated shoulder.
Johnny Two Forks was a heavy drinker and pretty much of a loser. He never held
a job for long and often wound up in the drunk tank of the local jail.

Since Little Falls was such a small town, it had taken only three phones calls
for Maggie to trace him to a flea bag motel on the edge of town.

"Johnny Two Forks?" asked Gina.

"So who wants to know?" he said, speaking out the crack in the motel door, his
breath stinking of cheap booze.

"Drago County Sheriff's Department." Gina showed him the badge as
reinforcement.

"What ya want with me?"

"I want to talk with you."

He reluctantly opened the door and Gina stepped into the ill lit and dank motel
room.

"What's this all about. I ain't done nothing."

"You call beating up and raping Kim White Feather nothing?"

"She's my fiancee."

"Not the way she tells it."

Gina saw the emotion swell in his face and eyes.

"Damned bitch. Did she sic you on me?"

"No, as a matter of fact I volunteered to come talk with you. I wanted to see
what kind of man would beat and rape the woman he says he loves."

"It's none of your damn business."

"As of now I'm making it my business," said Gina with a cold, calculating
voice.

"And what are you, her dyke?" he sneered.

"Mr. Two Forks," said Gina with utter contempt, "you're drunk right now, so I'm
going to let that remark pass....this time, but I'm telling you and I'm telling
you straight, you leave her alone or I'll be back to see you.... and you won't
like what happens if I do! Do we understand each other?"

"You don't scare me, bitch!"

"If you're smart, you will be scared because I don't bluff, Johnny," she
sneered back, using his first name to impress upon him her position of
superiority. "Come near her again and you'll regret it."

"Get the hell away from me!"

"Glad to," she answered, moving to the door. "You just remember what I said."

The door slammed behind her.

The drive back to Capston was one in which Gina's mind flitted back and forth
between the murder investigation and the beautiful young woman in number 19 of
the Indian Creek Apartments.

*******************************************

The afternoon was relatively uneventful. Todd returned form Denver, reiterating
that it would be a day or two before the crime lab would have any results. Sam
had gotten a partial tire print he had discovered where the unknown vehicle had
apparently backed up to turn around. It wasn't much, but Gina had him forward
the cast to the state crime lab in hopes they could tell them something.

That night after her bath, Gina tried watching TV but became bored watching
seemingly intelligent people miss ridiculously easy questions on a game show
hosted by a personable, but not too bright individual who over hyped the
suspense of each question and answer. As the evening wore on, she tried
reading, but soon found her mind wandering to the face and body which had so
captivated her earlier in the day. Try as she would, Kim White Feather's image
would not retreat from her conscious mind and the more the image persisted, the
most aroused Gina realized she was becoming.

Finally, giving in, her hands began to roam, one on her breast and nipple, the
other to her nest and the small mound of pleasure which soon swelled with the
promise of climax. Gina felt her heart race, her breathing become rapid and
shallow. In her mind, the fingers in her nest were those of the lovely Lakota
and Gina whispered the name "Kim" as her desire for release grew. She felt it
well inside her, the tidal wave that would sweep her mindlessly into momentary
ecstasy. It was building steadily now, rising, gaining in momentum, nearing the
crest. Gina's legs spread farther apart as she imagined lips kissing her nest
bringing her closer to..."

The jarring ring of the phone at her bedside, vanquished the moment, the
ecstasy which had been so close, receding, then disappearing.

"Gina Hawkings," she answered.

"Gina... Sheriff... It's..."

"Yes Kim, what is it...?" said the sheriff, instantly focused, both pleased and
alarmed to hear from the beautiful woman.

"I'm afraid, Sher..."

"It's Gina, remember."

"I'm afraid Gina. Johnny has called four times. He's drunk. He says he's coming
over here to take what's his."

"Lock and dead bolt the door. I'll be right over."

"Hurry... please!"

Gina was there in less than ten minutes.

"I'm... I'm sorry for causing so much trouble..." Kim began apologizing.

"No, you did the right thing. I had that talk with him today. I was hoping it
sank it."

"Do you really think he'll come here?"

"I'm not sure. He may just be blustering. You said he sounded drunk?"

"Yes, I can always tell."

"Well, just in case, I'll stake out the building tonight."

"You mean in your car? Oh, why not stay here? I'd feel a lot safer with you
actually here with me."

Gina's heart skipped a beat.

"All right, if that's what you want. I'll sit up a while and then bed down on
the sofa, if that's OK."

"Sure, I'll get you a blanket and pillow."

When Kim returned, they talked for more than an hour, the chemistry between
them blending, feelings beginning to arouse. They shared stories of their early
lives and Gina, surprisingly found herself opening up to the younger woman,
even recounting her own Lesbian adventures and misadventures in high school and
the academy. As she recounted the rejection of her high school lover, Kim's
hand covered hers in sympathy. Their eyes found each other and again the moment
was magic.

"Kim, I..." started Gina, choking as she tried to share her feelings.

"Yes, Gina?" answered the Lakota, expectantly.

"I'll like to..."

Gina was stumbling. She wanted more than anything to taste the soft lips of the
beautiful woman who sat next to her, yet her fear from past rejections was
creating a hesitancy she found both frustrating and incapacitating.

"I guess you'd better get some sleep," she said rising and walking to the
window,
peering out into the darkness.

"If you think that's best," replied Kim, trying to keep the disappointment out
of her voice.

"I'll... I'll be right her if you need me. Better lock your bedroom door, just
in case."

"All right... good night then," said Kim quietly, walking into the bedroom and
closing the door.

Gina cursed herself as she sat in the darkness. Why hadn't she kissed the
woman? Kim seemed to want it. Why had she hesitated? Was this to be the pattern
for the rest of her life, she wondered, filled with longing and desire and
unable to act, afraid of what others might think and most of all afraid of
being rejected?

The next two hours dragged by. Gina was becoming convinced that if Johnny was
going to try something tonight, he would have done so by now. The time was
creeping up on 2:00 A.M. when she heard the bedroom door click and then open
quietly.

"Gina?" came the whisper.

The blonde looked back to the bedroom doorway to see Kim's figure outlined by
the moonlight coming through the window behind her. She wore nothing.

"Yes Kim, I'm here," answered Gina in a low voice.

"I.....I don't want to sleep alone, not tonight."

Gina felt her heart in her throat.

"Neither do I," she said walking over, taking Kim in her arms and kissing her
deeply.

As they moved to the bed, Gina quickly undressed. They embraced again and the
sheriff felt Kim's breasts against her, their nest hair mingling as she pulled
the native American's naked body firmly against her own.

"Please be patient with me," breathed Kim as she lay back on the bed. "I've
....never actually been to bed with a woman."

Gina's eyes traced every curvature of the lithe and sumptuous body which the
moonlight so obligingly illuminated.

"We have all night," she whispered as her lips opened to kiss the soft nipple
of the woman's breast and her fingers sought and gently entered Kim's warm and
wet vagina.


CHAPTER FOUR

They awoke in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined, as the sunlight
crept across the bed from the window,. Gina and Kim had made love several times
that night, each feasting on the other's sensuous body, bringing delight and
ecstasy to each other again and again.

"Have dinner with me tonight," asked Gina.

"Do you think we should... I mean... what will people think? You said yourself,
it's a small town and...."

"I've wasted too much of my life worrying about what others might think. I want
you Kim. I want to be with you."

"And I want you Gina. I never knew I could feel this way about someone. But do
we dare? What about your job?"

Gina picked up the phone and punched the numbers.


"Maggie, Gina. I'm going to be a little late getting in today. No, everything's
fine, I'm just going to take some personal time this morning. See you this
afternoon."

The blonde rolled back over and embraced her lover. They kissed tenderly.

"For the first time in my life, there is something more important than my job."

"And for the first time in my life, I feel truly loved, Gina. With Johnny it
was always him taking what he wanted and now...now I have you, someone who
treats me with respect and unselfishness.."

"I think I'm in love with you Kim."

"Or is it just lust?" Kim laughed.

"Why don't we find out," smiled Gina in return as she swung her body across
Kim's and two sets of lips and tongues began kissing two very willing sets of
labial lips and vaginas.

***************************************

"Maybe you should take a little time off more often," kidded Maggie. "I haven't
seen you smile like that in a long time."

Gina blushed, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"I just needed some time, that's all."

Maggie looked conspiratorially around the otherwise empty office.

"A little R&R, eh? Wouldn't happen to involve a certain attractive Lakota
Indian now would it?"

Gina's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"How did you...?"

"Oh I have my ways," giggled Maggie. "Actually Todd was on patrol last night
and saw your car parked in the apartment house parking lot."

"But... I was just..."

"Look, honey, I know it's none of my business and what is said here, goes no
further. You think I haven't seen the longing for companionship in your eyes
all these years? Do you think I hadn't noticed how you kept turning down
guys... nice looking guys? I may not be Sherlock Holmes, but I can put two and
two together."

Gina was flabbergasted. She had no idea that anyone had any idea of her sexual
orientation.

"Did you two hit it off?"

Other than her new found love, this was the one woman in whom Gina felt she
could truly confide, whom she trusted implicitly

"Maggie, I think I'm in love. It was the most wonderful night of my life."

"Time will tell, but in the meantime, don't worry, I don't think anyone else is
aware and your secret is safe with me. Personally, I think it's high time you
found yourself a girlfriend."

"But this is a small town..."

"Sure and you and Ms. White Feather may have to be discreet, at least for a
while, sort of give the folks a chance to get used to the idea, but hey, it's
the twenty-first century, even here in little old Capston, Colorado. People
think highly of you Gina. I think you'll find most of them will just want you
to find some happiness."

"You really think so?"

"Sure. Now relax. By the way, when does "Mama" get to meet her."

"How about tonight. I'm cooking dinner at my place. Say about seven?"

"I'll be there," smiled Maggie.

****************************************

The dinner was thoroughly enjoyable for them all. Kim immediately felt at ease
with Maggie, as Gina knew she would. The Lakota was also surprised to learn
that Maggie had figured out their relationship so quickly, but when Maggie
reiterated what she had told Gina earlier in the day, Kim knew she, as well as
Gina, had a true friend in the older woman. Maggie also related her own
heartbreak, married at sixteen, her husband running off with another woman to
get a Mexican divorce two years later. She had lived alone ever since.

"You know, I've been over here for dinner a couple of other times and Gina
never cooked a meal like this," smiled Maggie, noting the sumptuous dishes Gina
had prepared. "If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to impress
someone."

"Who me?" smiled Gina glancing to Kim, "now why would you think a thing like
that?"

They all laughed and had another glass of wine.

"Why don't you two go into the living room and get to know each other a little
better while I clear these dishes," suggested Gina.

As Kim sat on the couch, Maggie sat next to her. Her voice lowered so as not to
be overheard.

"Kim you're a very sweet and beautiful woman."

"Thank you," said the Native American, embarrassed.

"I know you can make Gina happy. As a matter of fact you already have. I don't
remember seeing her as happy as she was when she came back to the office
today."

"She makes me happy as well. I feel safe and loved with her."

I have watched her live a life of loneliness for many years now. She, no doubt,
has told you that her earlier attempts at love went badly."

"Yes."

"And I know your life has not exactly been a picnic either. I guess what I'm
trying to say is, don't hurt her, Kim. "

"I would never do that."

"I know you wouldn't do it intentionally, but I've seen Gina hide away her
feelings for all these years, building a wall around those feelings to protect
herself. Today I've seen that wall begin to crumble a bit. Give it time and it
will come down completely."

"I hope I can help her do that."

"I know you can, but as that wall comes down, the protection she has built all
these years also comes down, she becomes vulnerable."

"I understand," Kim reassured the older woman.

"It's just that, Gina has a side which few people know about. She keeps her
emotions so bottled up that... well one more disappointment and I'm not sure
she can take it."

"Maggie, we just discovered each other last night. We have no idea where any of
this is going to lead us."

"I know, I know. It's just that Gina is a long time friend and you are quickly
becoming one of my favorite people as well. I don't want to see either of you
hurt," said Maggie, placing her hand on Kim's in a motherly fashion.

"Ah, conspiring behind my back," smiled Gina coming in from the kitchen.

"Nothing of the kind. I was just telling Kim how ugly and vile tempered you
are," laughed Maggie.

"She knows me too well," laughed Gina in return.

"No Gina," said Kim, suddenly serious," you're the most beautiful and loving
person I've even known."

"Got her fooled, don't you," smiled Maggie rising to leave. "I can't for the
life of me figure out what she sees in you, but it's obvious you two make each
other happy."

"Maggie, thanks for coming to dinner tonight," said Gina.

"And thanks for being a friend.....to both of us," smiled Kim as the three
hugged.

"Good night you two," chuckled Maggie, turning to Kim. "Don't keep her up too
late. The Sheriff needs her sleep."

"I'm afraid I intend to see she doesn't get much sleep at all tonight," grinned
Kim.

They all laughed and Maggie departed.

Kim was true to her word.


CHAPTER FIVE

Travis and Elwood had hidden in their cabin since raping and killing Cathy
Melton. They had spent the first couple of days laughing and bragging,
exchanging crude and insulting remarks about the dead woman. But, by now, the
thrill had largely worn off and the two were simply horny again.

"You gotta admit though Travis, she was purty tight, especially at first."

"Well the next one is gonna be even tighter."

"We gonna git us another one?"

"Sure. They's plenty whur she come from. But this time we need us a plan. We
ain't always gonna be so lucky as to find 'em waitin' beside the road for us."

*****************************************

Gina had two concerns. As well as a murder investigation, she was now having to
deal with the media which had swooped into town like vultures. It seemed every
one of them wanted an interview, especially the sleazy tabloids. Gina was not
used to the notoriety and shunned it whenever possible for she also knew that
this was not the time for her relationship with Kim to be made public. They
would have to be even more careful.

"Morning Maggie, what you got?" she asked as she entered the office, shooing
out two or three reporters.

"Got the results back from the Denver crime lab. The victim died from the
arrows, the first one was to the lower abdomen and would have eventually killed
her, but it was the second one that killed her instantly."

"Not much new there," mused Gina.

"She was raped orally, anally and vaginally. Semen indicated two rapists. They
got enough for DNA samples, so when we catch the SOBs..."

"What about the other stuff?"

"The rope, you can buy at any hardware store. All blood stains were from the
victim. The clothes didn't lead anywhere either. The arrows are standard
hunting arrows, aluminum shaft with quad points. The points are worn from use
and have been sharpened with a file on several occasions which means they
weren't purchased recently. You can get them at any sporting goods store or
discount department store. There was a partial thumb print on one of them, but
too badly smudged to be of any use."

"Do you have any good news?" asked Gina as hopes of an early solution to the
case were fleeing rapidly.

"Well, sort of. The boot sole pattern is from a cheap, off brand of boot made
in an Indonesian sweat shop. Common as dirt. Every K-Mart in Colorado sells
thousands of them."

"And that's your good news?"

"Well, one of the boot soles has an irregular chunk of the sole missing. The
crime lab thinks maybe a sharp rock or piece of glass may have cut it away.
Anyway, they say if you find the boot, they can match it."

"Oh, great, all we have to do is inspect fifty thousand pairs of boots," Gina
said in frustration.

"Maybe not. I saved the best until last. The partial tire impression Sam found
may be our best bet. Turns out the tread is fairly new."

"A specialty tire of some sort?" Gina hoped aloud.

"No, it's a cheap, medium duty replacement tire. But it's a truck tire and
guess what kind of truck uses a medium duty tire?"

"Pickup," said Gina, "That narrows it down to a few thousand."

"It gets a little better. The tread is from a recap. Lucky for us, there aren't
that many recappers still in business. There are only two in the state. The
crime lab got a tread match on a tire made by a company over in Owenton. They
grind out a lot of tires, but since this one is fairly new and if the perps are
from this general area, we might get lucky."

"We need some luck. Can they supply us with dealerships."

"Well, now the bad news. They do have some dealerships they deal with on a
regular basis. But they also sell in large lots to independent dealers who back
a big truck right up to their door and load a truck full at a time. These
independent dealers then drive all over, selling a few tires here, a few
there."

"Then how...?"

"Even the independents have to keep records. There are five in a hundred mile
radius. It's gonna take some time but..."

"OK, let me know what you find? If you need some help I'll get Sam to give you
a hand."

"Let me see what I get into first. If it looks like it's gonna get
unmanageable, I'll holler."

"Anything else?" asked Gina.

"Well, since the tire is a replacement tire..."

"The pickup is probably an older model," deduced Gina.

"And since they are using a very cheap replacement tire on the truck..."

"It's probably an old clunker that isn't driven much at highway speeds."

"Which tells us...? encouraged Maggie.

"These guys aren't rich and they probably live out in the country."

"And?"

"And what?" asked Gina.

"Put that together with hunting, not target arrows that are used a great deal
and..."

"These guys are probably not ranchers. Most ranchers hunt with bows just for
sport and only in season. If these guys use bows a lot... they must actually
hunt for food."

"Which tells you...? led Maggie.

"We're looking for two guys who live in a remote area, own an older model
pickup truck and who may largely subsist from hunting and fishing."

"Well, it's a start," smiled Maggie.

"Maggie, what would I do without you?" smiled Gina.

"Well, you could invite me back to dinner. Now that Kim's around, I might
actually get something good to eat," laughed Maggie as she began typing a
request for information from the recap tire company.

*****************************************

Trisha Rawlings had always been self conscious about the size of her breasts.
Now almost seventeen, her lack of mammary endowment was getting to be a
constant source of embarrassment. Possessed of a lovely face and otherwise nice
figure, she and her mother had had many skirmishes over the "battle of the bust
line". She had begged and pleaded for breast implants, but her mother, wisely,
had steadfastly refused, arguing Trisha was much too young, her breasts might
yet develop and in the meantime, padded bras would suffice. Little did Trisha
know that her underdeveloped breasts would save her life.

She noticed the two rough looking men enter the doughnut shop where she worked
on weekends. They made her uncomfortable as they sat at the counter and
ordered. She noticed their eyes never left her as she waited on the two other
customers in the shop and they seemed to whisper and snicker as they ate their
doughnuts with filthy hands and slurped their coffee noisily.

"She's a purty thing," whispered Elwood.

"Yeah and young, which means she'll be a lot tighter than the last one," opined
Travis.

The men had parked the pickup behind the store and intended to whisk the young
girl out through the back door, into the truck and be gone in a matter of
seconds.

"Howdy, Missy, shore is a nice day," beamed Elwood, passing time until the
other customers finished and left.

"Yes, it is," she answered, trying to be polite as she had been instructed by
the owner, even though the smell of the two men was already nauseatingly
evident. Both the other customers sniffed the air once or twice and then
hurriedly finished their breakfast and left.

"See, me and my brother been looking for us a woman."

"You what?" Trisha asked incredulously.

"We been looking for a woman to fuck and breed and you'll do just fine!"
sneered Travis, reaching across the counter to grab the young girl while Elwood
hurried around to get behind the counter.

Trisha screamed as the hand reached across to grab her. She reacted by pulling
backward quickly so Travis' hand instead caught her blouse which was ripped
from her instantly.

"Let me get a good feel," laughed Elwood coming up from behind, ripping the bra
from her and grabbing for her breast with one hand as the other closed on her
mouth.

Both men were momentarily taken aback as Travis' eyes widened to see only two
small nipples on an otherwise almost completely flat chest while Elwood's hand
found nothing to grasp and squeeze.

"Hell she ain't got no tits at all," complained Elwood.

"Yeah, you're right," agreed Travis, "this one ain't quite a woman yet."

"Geeze, I ain't never seed a woman without no tits," stated Elwood as he pulled
her around to face him and reached to pinch the small nipple.

This was all the distraction the young girl needed. In an instant, Trisha swung
about, grabbed a large fork and jabbed Elwood in the arm. Elwood screamed in
agony as blood began flowing freely. Trisha screamed hysterically, the two men
momentarily turning to look out through the front windows. A half dozen
pedestrians, having heard the screams, were now walking toward the front door
to see what was the matter.

Elwood, with his good arm, slapped the girl viciously, knocking her into an
addled heap on the floor.

"Travis, what we gonna do?" asked Elwood in a panic, his arm continuing to
bleed.

The older brother hurriedly looked at the young girl at their feet.

"Let's take her," stated Travis.

"But she ain't got no tits!" cried Elwood.

"We ain't gonna fuck her tits," answered Travis impatiently.

"But I like a girl with tits !" replied Elwood, almost whining.

"Oh, all right! cried Travis as he saw two men approaching the front door,
"we'll find us another woman. Let's get the hell outta here!"

With that the two men were exiting through the rear door as two passersby
entered to find Trisha, dazed and embarrassed at her frontal nudity, but
otherwise unharmed.

"Somebody call the police!" shouted one of the men as they heard the screeching
of tires and an old white Chevy pickup tore around the building and went flying
down the street, disappearing around the corner.


CHAPTER SIX

"Thanks, Trisha, you've been a big help."

After clearing the doughnut shop of sightseers and media snoops, Gina had taken
down the girl's statement as her deputies interviewed the pedestrians who had
seen the pickup.

The girl and her parents left as Todd and Sam walked over to Gina.

"White Chevy pickup. Old. They thought maybe a '72 or '73, but couldn't see any
plates," said Sam reading from his notes. "Couldn't give much of a description
of the perps, other than that they were white and heavily bearded."

"That's OK, Trisha has agreed to work with a police sketch artist. She got a
good look at both of them. As you said, white males, thirties or forties, heavy
beards, dirty and smelled to high heaven. The shorter one called the other one
Travis."

"What did they want, money?" asked Sam.

"Definitely not robbery," replied Gina. "Trisha was embarrassed to say so, but
she finally told me they said they wanted to "fuck and breed her".

"Good God Gina, they're probably..."

"Yeah, the same two who killed Catherine Melton. Get out an APB on the pickup
and warn the CHP they are considered armed and dangerous."


****************************************

Gina and Kim were being extremely careful since the media invasion. Gina had
visited Kim, ostensibly as a follow up on the original call about Kim being
beaten. They had spent the few minutes in Kim's apartment in each other's arms
but both knew with the tabloids noising around, they would have to be even more
discrete. They talked about being able to be together openly once the murder
was solved and the media blitz subsided, but Kim kept mentioning how careful
they needed to be for the sake of Gina's career. Gina tried to act cavalier as
if it didn't matter, but Kim read in her eyes how much this job meant to her.

"But I don't want to go," protested Gina as Kim pushed her toward the door.

"And I don't want you to go, but if someone should come snooping around...."

"All right, all right," conceded Gina, stealing one more kiss, "but for every
kiss I don't get now, you'll own me double later."

"A debt I will be only too happy happy to pay... now scoot!" chided Kim.

Gina's thoughts would soon turn back to the investigation, but for the moment
she smiled as she walked out to her vehicle. It was wonderful to be in love.

Perhaps it was her preoccupation with her lover which prevented her from seeing
the figure lurking across the street.

Kim was doing a little straightening up when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, Kim."

"Her heart missed a beat in fear. She knew the voice all too well.

"Johnny, what do you want?"

"I want what's mine... YOU!"

"Johnny, it's over between us."

"Not by a long shot it ain't," he said, the swagger evident in his voice.

"I thought Sheriff Hawkins told you to stay away from me."

"You think that dyke girl friend of yours scares me?"

"She not my..."

"Don't lie to me Kim. You two may have the rest of the town fooled, but not me.
I had you two pegged from the beginning."

"I don't know what you mea..."

"Shut up and listen! Do you think I'm stupid. I've been following both of you
since your girl friend paid me a visit."

"So?" bluffed Kim.

"So, maybe the Sheriff needs to pull down the shades completely."

"What are you talking about."

"Look in your mailbox."

The line went dead.

Kim, stunned, walked down to the lobby and opened her box. Among the circulars
was an unmarked envelope. Returning to her room, the beautiful Lakota Indian
with a now troubled expression on her face opened the envelope.

Kim's breath left her with an audible gasp. Inside were three photographs of
she and Gina, naked and making love in Gina's bedroom, obviously shot through
the small slit where the shade had not quite been lowered all the way. The
faces were obscured in one, but in the other photos, both Kim and Gina were
easily recognizable. The only reason they were unrecognizable in the first
photo was because their faces were buried in each other's nests.

Kim's heart and mind raced. Why had Johnny done this? What did he want?

The phone tweeted as all modern phones do.

"Now listen...." came the voice.

"Johnny, you can't do this," she interrupted, "I don't care about me but this
would ruin Gina's career."

"I know, darlin', I know."

"What do you want?" she asked, her heart breaking.

"I already told you. I want you!"

"But..."

"It's simple sweetheart. You do exactly as you're told and the pictures stay
hidden. Cross me, for one little second and those photos will be plastered
across every supermarket rag in the state."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to come away with me, marry me."

Kim's mind worked desperately but there was no escape. She simply could not
bear the thoughts of Gina's career and life being dashed because of her.

"......All right....." she surrendered almost inaudibly as a tear rolled down
her cheek. "When... when do you want to leave?"

"Oh no, not until your girl friend gets what she has coming."

"But you said you wouldn't release the pictures if I agreed to marry you."

"And I won't. But the high and mighty Sheriff needs a little lesson."

"What do you mean?"

"Is she going to call you?"

Kim saw no point in lying.

"Yes, this afternoon. We were going to try to meet tonight."

"Perfect. Now wait right there. I'm coming over."

Kim's mind worked feverishly to find a way out for Gina, for her, for the two
of them, but every possible solution she came up with would play itself out
into disaster. Kim was weeping in despair when the knock came on the door.

"Please Johnny, don't hurt her. I'll go with you right now, anywhere you want."

"Oh, you're coming with me all right, but not just yet. You have a little act
to perform first."

"I don't..."

"Shut up and listen carefully," he sneered.

*****************************************

At a little after two the phone rang.

"Now remember, say just what I told you and say it the way I told you or those
pictures will be on the newspaper editor's desk before sunset."

She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"DO IT!" he threatened.

Slowly Kim picked up the receiver after the third ring.

"Hello."

"Hi beautiful," grinned Gina.

"Hi yourself."

"So what about tonight?" asked the sheriff.

Kim looked into the eyes of the man who held all the cards, knowing she must
say exactly what she had been told.

"Gee, I don't know Gina... I... have something else I have to take care of this
evening."

"Really?" asked Gina surprised, disappointed and wondering what could suddenly
be so important to keep them apart.

"Yeah, I...gotta go out a while...and I might not get back until late."

"Well, suppose I take you... wait for you?"

"No I don't think that would be such a good idea. I have to go alone."

"Kim is everything all right?"

"Yes, sure. It's just that something really important has come up, a real
opportunity and I don't want to miss it."

She hated herself for what she was saying.

"Kim, I don't know what your opportunity is, but it better be important,
because I really want to be with you. Are you sure about this?"

"Very sure."

"OK. Call you tomorrow?"

"Sure, tomorrow."

They both hung up, Kim near tears and Gina puzzled. True, she had only known
Kim a few days, but the lovely Lakota had never acted like this; nervous as if
she couldn't wait to get off the phone, evasive as if she were hiding
something. Gina tried to dismiss it, but doubts kept nagging at her all
afternoon.

"What a great little actress. If I know that girl friend of yours, she's
probably stewing in her juices right now, wondering what you're up to," he
smirked.

"What are you planning Johnny? Why did you have me say those things?"

"You'll find out later. Right now," he said pointing to the bed, "get your
clothes off."

"Johnny I....."

"Do it!" he commanded. "We might as well have a dress, uh make that undress
rehearsal for tonight."

Slowly Kim removed the moccasins she wore around the apartment. Johnny pointed
impatiently to her blouse which she let slip from her shoulders. She wore no
bra. His eyes lit up and he motioned for her to unbuckle and slip off the
jeans. Her eyes pleaded with his, but there was no mercy, no love, only
conquest. As the jeans fell at her ankles, he smiled.

"Now the panties Kim. Nice and slowly. I always did like the way you took off
your panties."

As she worked them off, she undulated her hips which brought his phallus to
full erection.

"That's exactly the way I want you to do it tonight. I want you to look and
sound like you're loving every minute of it. Now on the bed, on your knees."

Kim did as she was told. He dropped his pants and shorts and moved to the edge
of the bed where his cock brushed her anus, which puckered involuntarily. She
tried to pull away but he grabbed her hips and pulled her slowly back until his
phallus was once again at the small dark opening.

"Please Johnny, you've never taken me there," she begged.

"Might as well get used to it, because from now on, you're going to give it to
me anytime I want, any way I want!... understood?"

She began weeping.

"I SAID UNDERSTOOD?" he commanded.

"...yes..." was her almost inaudible reply.

With that, he entered her unprepared rectum with a vicious thrust. Without
lubrication the pain was excruciating. Kim cried out, begging him to stop.

"Now tonight," he said, I don't want any crying. Tonight you're going to scream
with pleasure, you're going to call my name as if no one has ever given it to
you like I have... understood?"

"Yes!" she cried as he buried another three inches in her.

"You're going to fuck me like there's no tomorrow and you just can't get enough
of me.....understood?"

"Yes!" she moaned in pain she never knew existed as he violated her anal canal
with (another two inches his manhood. )

"Tonight darlin' you are going to put on the performance of your life. You are
going to be all over me. You are going to convince that dyke with a badge that
you've made your choice and if for just one moment you aren't completely
convincing, you can count on those pictures not only showing up in the papers,
but I guarantee the governor right on down to the mayor of this little jack leg
town will get a copy as well. Now.....do we understand ourselves?"

Kim was breathless with agony in her rectum and sickness in her heart as she
now realized what Johnny had in mind.

"I said, DO WE UNDERSTAND OURSELVES?"

"Yes!" she screamed as he buried the last two inches in her and began pistoning
her powerfully. Her groans and pleas for mercy only excited him more
and his thrusts became more violent. He pushed her head down onto the bed so
her rear was higher in the air. He moved onto the bed, then rotated while still
inside her so he now faced her feet as he pounded the woman into complete
submission. Kim was mindless with the pain, her bowels constricting on the huge
invading lance, trying to expel it and in so doing, only making it tighter and
more satisfying for him and more painful for her.

At last, mercifully, he orgasmed, filling her rectum with semen. He withdrew
suddenly, Kim doubling up into a fetal position with the pain.

"Better learn to love it babe, because that body belongs to me now, and I like
your ass... a lot!" he laughed.

Kim was gasping, colored spots flashing before her eyes, fighting to retain
consciousness as she felt control slip away.

"Oh God Johnny I...."

Her bowels suddenly reacted to the forced indignity and voided themselves on
the bed.

He stood laughing at the helpless, sobbing woman.

That was quite a show, Kim. I think I'm gonna like fucking your ass. Now get
cleaned up, you've got a big night ahead of you."

***************************************

Gina tried to focus on the task at hand, but the conversation with Kim kept
creeping back, chipping away at her trust, just as Johnny had hoped it would.

"Hey, what planet are you on right now?" asked Maggie as she noticed Gina's
distraction.

".....Oh, it's nothing. Let's see," said the sheriff, bringing the conversation
back to the investigation," where do we stand with the tire impression?"

"Company gave me the list of independent and regular dealers. I contacted each
of the independents who in turn gave me their list of customers, mainly service
stations and small tire retailers."

"And....?"

"And the list now stands at thirty-two service stations and twelve tire
dealerships."

"Whew," sighed Gina.

"Well, it may not be as bad as it sounds. The company said that they haven't
made that tread in some time so the tire had probably been sitting on the shelf
for some time."

"So?"

"So, they might be a little more likely to remember selling a tire like that,
maybe even offered those guys a discount or something to get rid of it. It's
probably unlikely, but they might have even bought a whole set at once."

"OK, let me give you Sam to help with the phoning."

"That will speed things up," agreed Maggie.

"What about CHP? Any word on the truck?"

"Nothing yet. There are a hundred back roads those guys could have taken. They
could be deep in the woods by now."

"One more thing. See what you think. From the way these guys botched trying to
kidnap Trisha Rawlings, I'm guessing they're not the sharpest tacks in the
box."

"And," smiled Maggie.

"If they botched one kidnapping, they may have botched others. What say we
check to see if they've approached any other women. Try calling the other towns
in a hundred mile radius. Check on missing women or women who might have been
assaulted."

"Right. Anything else?"

"One other thing. Tonight's my night shift. See if Todd or Sam will trade with
me."

"You and Kim have plans?" smiled Maggie warmly.

"Not exactly," said Gina, her mind returning to the woman who had acted so
strangely on the phone.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Tina Langley decided to take a break from her writing. She and her husband of
six months, Larry, had fallen in love with the cabin the moment they had laid
eyes on it. Remote and ruggedly beautiful, the area was perfect for them both,
she a writer of romance novels and he, a wildlife biologist. They both loved
the flexible work hours and the wilderness setting where their love had only
deepened since they had taken their marriage vows. Larry was due back shortly
from the weekly shopping trip to town. The twenty-six year old smiled as she
ran her hand through her long golden blonde hair, anticipating his return,
eagerly looking forward to an afternoon delight. On a whim, she went into the
bedroom and put on her flimsiest negligee, hoping to give him a most pleasant
surprise when he arrived. As she combed her hair and daubed a bit of cologne
behind her ears and in her pubic hair, she caught sight of her body in the
mirror. Not a spectacular beauty, Tina was nevertheless what most would call
attractive with soft rounded facial features and a body sculpted by a rigorous
regimen of diet and exercise. As a final touch, she daubed just a touch of
cologne on each nipple of her full, but firm breasts. She smiled to herself.
She was already wet with anticipation. Humming a romantic tune, Tina, walked
into the living room where she was brought up short in startled surprise,
embarrassment and fear.

Standing in her living room were two dirty and smelly men, grinning as they
caught sight of her, their clothes showing signs of wear. They had quietly
entered while she was in the bedroom.

"Who are you?" she gasped indignantly, trying to cover herself, the negligee
hiding very little, What are you doing here?"

"Now Missy, is that any way to talk to the men who gonna fuck and breed you?"

Her eyes widened in abject fear. She screamed and turned to run but Elwood
dived and tackled her, bringing her down hard on the oak floor. Before she
could react Travis was standing over her, grinning.

"My husband will be home shortly, he has a gun," was all she could think to
say.

"Well now so do we, Missy," laughed Travis, indicating the deer rifle he had
set in the corner next to the hunting bows.

"What do you want?" Tina asked, trembling.

"Already told you Missy. You gonna be our new bride. Gonna take you to our
cabin and make you our woman."

She tried kicking out of Elwood's grasp, but as she did so, Travis grabbed her
hair and painfully jerked her to her feet.

"Well look at you. Ain't she about the purtiest thing you ever did see?" smiled
Travis as Tina tried in vain to cover herself.

"Got nice tits too. I like tits." added Elwood.

"Well let's see 'em a little better."

A quick grab and the flimsy top was shredded from her. Tina's arms came up in
reflex to cover her breasts.

"Don't do that Missy," smiled Travis, slapping her across the face. Momentarily
addled, Tina let her arms drop in compliance.

"Show us what else you got," they grinned toothlessly.

"No, I won't!" she shouted as confidently as she could.

"What's that?" shouted Travis, slapping her again and now producing a large
hunting knife.

Tina was paralyzed with fear. Travis brought the knife to her breast and while
the slight jab brought only a trickle of blood, the sudden pain coupled with
her intense fear produced a, not unexpected, reaction in the young woman.

"Looky there, Travis, she pissed her pants," laughed Elwood pointing to the
small stream of urine running down Tina's leg.

"Please... I'll give you money...."

"Don't want your money Missy, we want your pussy," grinned Travis. "Now git
them panties off."

Tina's hands went to the top of the see through thong, but froze in frightened
immobility.

"Take 'em off or I take 'em off for you," threatened Travis, this time running
the dull side of the knife blade between the woman's legs.

"Please... please don't..." she begged.

"Take 'em off Missy. We gonna get us a piece before we take you to the cabin."

Tina closed her eyes in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. Just moments ago
the world was wonderful, her life filled with love and contentment. In only
moments that world had been shattered, her life about to become a living hell.

Her shaking hands lowered the thong which dropped at her feet.

"Down on your knees Missy." ordered Travis.

"No please..."

"I said down on your knees. Don't make me say it again," he reiterated,
brandishing the knife.

The naked woman complied. Travis unzipped his pants and produced an unwashed,
erect penis.

"Now suck it," he commanded.

Tina cast a quick look over her shoulder at the leering Elwood.

"I... I just can't," she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Do it or I'll kill that husband of yours afore he can even set foot on the
porch," threatened Travis.

"You wouldn't."

"You just try me Missy and you better make it good!"

Tina was willing to fight them off for herself, but they were heavily armed and
she harbored no doubts as to Travis's sincerity regarding killing Larry.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and took the smelly and evil tasting member into
her mouth."

"That's better Missy... now suck it!"

She felt the knife blade at her throat, but it was the fear of what they would
do to Larry which frightened her into compliance.

She began sucking and licking, hoping that he would quickly orgasm and her
ordeal would be over.

Instead, Travis slowly lowered himself to his knees, his phallus beginning to
thrust in and out of the warm and wet orifice. This brought Tina to an all
fours position her hands now on the floor.

"I want some of that too," grinned Elwood, dropping his pants and going to his
knees behind the hapless and helpless woman.

"Nooooo" she cried, the sound muffled by the penis now halfway down her throat,
as Elwood sank his own throbbing penis deep into her vagina.

Both men began powerful thrusts into the near mindless woman. Tears flowed in
an endless stream as the brothers feasted on the woman's body.

"God, she's nice and tight. We got us a good one here," said Elwood, reaching
around to grab and squeeze her breasts. "Nice tits too!"

"You gonna breed her right now?" asked Travis.

"Sure! Why not," answered the younger brother. "Come on Missy, fuck me. Fuck me
hard!"

Tina responded by thrusting herself back against him as his own thrusts came
forward.

"That's it Missy! Come on, harder!"

In a frenzy of fear and frightened determination to protect her husband, Tina
satisfied the men, both climaxing simultaneously with animal grunts of
satisfaction.

"You gonna have his puppy?" asked Travis.

"Wha....what?" asked the confused and fearful woman.

"Well, you just fucked him like a bitch in heat, so I figure you gonna have a
puppy."

The men laughed as Tina hung her head in helpless shame.

"How about it?" Travis demanded, yanking her by the hair until she looked him
in the eye, "you want Elwood's baby?"

Tina was racked with fear and anguish. She didn't know what was expected of
her.

"I asked you a question, bitch. You want Elwood's baby?"

"...Yes... I want his baby," she said softly.

"And how about mine? You want my baby too?" sneered Travis.

"...Yes... I want your baby too."

"That's better Missy. You're a learning already."

Both men's erections were full and throbbing again.

"See Elwood, she wants me to breed her too," smirked Travis. "Elwood, lie down
on the floor there."

Elwood complied, his erection sticking obscenely into the air.

Now Missy, sit on that and take it up your ass."

"I... I've never..."

"Well, you gonna have it up your ass purty regular from now on so you may as
well get used to it."

Travis pushed her back until she straddled Elwood, facing his feet.

"Open up Missy, come on, spread those cheeks!" directed Elwood.

Tina,slowly reached back and, pulling her cheeks open, exposed the small dark
target Elwood sought. He positioned his penis at the opening.

"Now come on down on it Missy. I got a surprise fer you!"

Tina screamed as when she didn't immediately comply, Travis pushed on her
shoulders with all his weight, burying his brother within her rectum.

She continued to scream in agony as Travis pushed her back on Elwood's chest.
The younger brother was now firmly buried in her anus, his hands going around
to grasp her breasts as she was now bent back against him, her back to his
chest, her legs still painfully bent back by his sides.

"Now, Missy, what'd you say you wanted?"

Tina was gasping for breath from the pain of her rear being stretched by the
angle at which Elwood was now violating it.

"I said what'd you say you wanted?" commanded Travis.

"I.....I want your baby..." she screamed as Elwood thrust another two inches
into her anal canal.

"Well I'll just be happy to oblige," laughed Travis, laying on top of her and
painfully burying his penis completely within her with a single trust.

"Oh God! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Tina screamed.

"Course you can, Missy. Now come on fuck us. Fuck us both! Maybe you'll have
twins!"

When her husband's life was again threatened, Tina relented. Crazed by the pain
and frightened past rationality, she began to give them what they wanted. She
bucked her body upward to take Travis's rod deeply within her, then dropped
herself heavily on Elwood"s phallus. With three to four thrusts, both men were
buried completely within her. The brothers then began talking as they savaged
the helpless young woman.

"Hey brother, you were right about how tight she is," grunted Travis.

"Damn," snickered Elwood, "I can feel your dick in her pussy every time I screw
her ass."

"Yeah it do feel funny, don't it?" laughed Travis.

"You gonna stay tight for us Missy? the last one didn't stay very tight after
we fucked her the first four or five times."

"My brother asked you a question," threatened Travis, pounding her even harder.

"Yes...Oh God... yes, I'll stay tight for you," she screamed in agony.


"So you want me to breed you too, huh?" asked Travis.

"I...." Tina was by now almost beyond rationality.

"What was that?" asked Travis, leaning over to her ear.

"Yes, I want you to breed me," she cried.

"Oh come on. you can do better than that," he said, pounding her again
painfully with his invading shaft. "If you want it so much then maybe you
oughta beg for it. Come on Missy beg for it."

Again he shafted her at the precise moment that Elwood did the same. The result
was pain which Tina never believed possible.

"PLEASE!" she screamed.

"Please what, Missy?"

"Please breed me!" she cried out as both brothers again filled her with semen
and the blessed darkness of unconsciousness closed over her.

*****************************************

The day seemed to last forever for Gina. She simply could not get the
conversation out of her mind. What was going on? What did Kim mean by something
important..... important enough to keep them apart? Her past disappointments
surfaced and Gina found herself racked with self doubt and the fearful concern
that Kim"s evasion on the phone was more than it seemed. She wanted desperately
to trust this woman who meant everything to her, yet the anxiety continued to
build. She must know. No, she wouldn't spy on the woman she loved.....but she
must know.

****************************************

The two brothers raped the young woman continually until they heard a car drive
up outside.

"Shhhhh Missy, otherwise we gonna have to kill him," whispered Travis as he and
Elwood each stood on either side of the door, the older brother picking up the
rifle from the corner.

"Hey Honey, I'm home," called out Larry as he carried an armload of groceries
onto the porch. Getting no immediate reply, he reached and awkwardly managed to
turn the door knob and push open the door with his foot.

Upon entering, his first sight was of his naked wife lying on the floor in
front of him. For a split second he started to grin, thinking this another of
his wife's funny and erotic ways to initiate a session of lovemaking. But the
fear in her eyes told him immediately that something was wrong. he rushed to
her side, spilling the groceries onto the floor.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong?" he asked, bending down to her.

"Ain't nothing wrong with her, hubby. She's just had the fuck of her life,
that's all."

Larry turned to see the two men, realization striking home.

"Why you..." he lunged, but the rifle butt was quicker and he felt to the floor
unconscious.

"Please," begged Tina, "you said you wouldn't hurt him."

"I said I wouldn't kill him," countered Travis. "He'll be all right, headache
maybe. But whether he stays all right is up to you."

"What do you mean?" she asked as Elwood dragged the unconscious man to a
straight chair and proceeded to tie him securely.

"I got me an idea. We gonna have us a little fun when he wakes up."

"What you got in mind?" asked Elwood.

"Remember that movie we saw Elwood?"

"Which one?"

"That there one whur the guy made the woman pretend she loved him in front of
her husband."

"Yeah, I liked that."

Now you listen up Missy," ordered Travis as he told the woman what he had in
mind.

"No, I won't do it!" she cried, her mouth open in astonishment and disbelief.

"You will if you want hubby here to keep breathing."

Elwood, still snickering after hearing Travis's plan, clicked off the safety on
the rifle and pointed the muzzle to the chest of the husband who was just
beginning to regain consciousness.

"All right, all right, I'll do it," surrendered Tina.

"And Missy, you better say exactly what I told you and you better sound like
you mean it. Cause if you don't, the game's over and hubby gets a thirty-ought-
six through his chest... understand?"

"Yes," said Tina quietly in anguished resignation.

To help bring him around, Elwood drew some water in a glass and doused Larry's
face with it.

"Wha... Honey are you all right?" said Larry trying to shake away the cobwebs.

Tina looked to Travis, hoping the man would somehow change his mind, but his
threatening look told her she must do as she had been told.

"Larry... this is Travis and Elwood."

She was hesitant, knew she must not be. Larry's life depended on it.

"They... fucked me like I've never been fucked before."

"What?" cried Larry in disbelief.

"Their dicks are bigger than yours and when they both fucked me at the same
time, it was the best I've ever had."

Her husband was speechless.

Tina looked to Travis who nodded.

"I've asked them to fuck me again so you can see how much I enjoy it."

Tina hoped with all her heart her husband would realize the crude language was
not hers. Yet she also knew she must deliver the lines convincingly as Travis
had dictated, otherwise Larry's life was forfeit.

Elwood again lay face up on the floor, but this time Tina straddled him while
facing him. She lowered her vagina onto his waiting penis as Larry looked on in
horror.

"God, he's so big Larry. Bigger than you!" she said, her heart breaking as she
began pumping her body up and down on his shaft.

"I..." she almost faltered, "I love to feel his cock inside me."

She now bent over onto his chest exposing her anus.

"But I love it best of all when they both fuck me. Travis knows what I want,
don't you Travis?"

The older brother placed his rod at her anal opening.

"This what you want, Missy?" he asked.

"You know it is," she replied, following the script. 'Fuck me in the ass
Travis. Please fuck me in the ass!"

With that the orgy began, the brothers pumping the woman whose every orifice
was already raw and sore. But to satisfy Travis's perverted plan and protect
her husband, the woman rode both men as if she were mindless with pleasure,
Ooooohing and awwwwing as if in the throes of ecstasy, all an act as she could
never have been farther away from real pleasure than she was at this minute,
throwing her head back and grunting to match those of the men, shouting
encouragement as they orgasmed within her.

The two brothers exchanged places and were only too willing when she begged
them to let her suck them off. Over the course of the next hour and a half, the
three copulated in every conceivable way, the brothers even both entering her
vagina at the same time, Tina convulsing with pain, but disguising it as
orgasm.

Finally it was over, both men withdrawing from her for the moment.

"Tina, my God!" was all Larry could utter in disgust.

Oh no, she thought, he really thinks it's real.

"OK Missy, time to go," said Travis, pulling up his pants.

"Larry, I...."

Again she hesitated a fraction of a moment, the thought that he believed she
had really wanted this to happen cutting her heart asunder. But she knew she
must play out the game completely as Travis had ordered.

"Larry, I'm leaving you. I'm going with Travis and Elwood. They want me to be
their woman and I've agreed. They want to breed me and I want to have their
babies."

"You can't mean this!" cried Larry in tears.

"I'm sorry Larry but with dicks like theirs, I can't resist. I intend for them
to fuck me night and day in every hole I've got."

"Tell me you don't mean this. Tell me you aren't going to do this!" cried the
heartbroken man.

She leaned over to kiss him good bye.

"I have to," she whispered, hoping the brothers wouldn't hear, but not
realizing that Travis was glancing into a mirror on the side wall at that
precise moment and read her lips.

"All right, game's over!" he shouted.

"Whaaa..." said Tina as she whirled about to see Travis raise the gun and click
off the safety.

The blast inside the small cabin was deafening, Tina looking back to Larry in
horror as his chest spurted a patch of blood, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

"LARRY!" she screamed as he struggled to say something, his eyes glazed and his
head fell onto his chest as the chair tipped over. Larry Langley was dead
before his body hit the floor, his heart literally exploding as the bullet
passed through.

Tina screamed herself to insensibility, then rushed to her dead husband,
cradling his head in her arms.

"You... you said you wouldn't do this!" she screamed at the older brother.

"I said I wouldn't kill him as long as you played the game. I saw in the mirror
what you said to him. Besides, you didn't really think we was gonna just leave
him here to identify us, now did ya?"

Elwood yanked her from her husband. The woman was now in total shock.

"Come on Missy, snap out of it," said Elwood, slapping her in the face three or
four times.

"It's time we go," said Travis. "Elwood, go throw all her clothes in a big bag
or something. I'll see what kind of food they got we can take with us."

The two brothers went into separate rooms, Elwood to the bedroom, Travis to the
kitchen, leaving Tina unattended, both thinking her in such deep shock she
would pose no risk of flight. But from somewhere within, Tina Langley's mind
forced her back from the numbness, from the insensibility, to the moment, to
the reality that her husband was dead and she would soon be a sexual slave and
baby maker for the two men she despised most on this earth.

Hearing Travis coming back from the kitchen, the young woman turned and ran
naked from the cabin.

"Hell, Travis, why didn't you stop her?" asked Elwood emerging from the bedroom
and seeing his older brother standing, watching the woman run into the woods.

"We gonna have us some fun... here!" smiled Travis, grabbing the bows and
throwing one to Elwood who caught it just before they exited.

The temperature was above freezing, but only by a few degrees. Tina could make
little headway for several reasons; she was naked and barefoot, the wind
quickly chilling her and draining what little energy she had remaining after
being raped almost continuously for hours. The forest floor was soft with
evergreen needles, but the pine cones she stepped on in her haste would almost
bring her to her knees with pain. Her body was sore and rebelling at every
step, the semen running down her legs and hips a constant reminder of what she
was fleeing from. She was winded already, her flight from the brothers barely
two minutes old. Still she struggled on, now completely lost and sure of only
one thing: she must escape the two animals she now knew must be tracking her.

Hearing what she thought was a noise, she stopped, her heart pounding. Hearing
nothing, she rushed onward, ignoring the scrapes of tree limbs across her face
and arms.

Nearing a small clearing, she hesitated for an instant, unsure whether to leave
the cover of the trees, but finally opting to make a dash since the clearing
would give her clear running room and enable her to put more distance between
her and her pursuers.

She was no more than a third of the way across however, when Travis stepped out
of the trees on the other side of the clearing, smiling.

"Goin' somewheres Missy?" he grinned.

Tina whirled to retreat back the way she had come only to find Elwood blocking
the way, his bow at the ready.

"Come on now Missy, we got us some serious fucking to do," urged Travis.

"I won't!" she cried.

"Oh shut up bitch. We been patient with you cause you're a pretty good fuck,
but I'm getting tired of this. Now come on!"

"No!" she screamed turning to run diagonally back into the woods.

"No!" shouted Travis as an arrow swished into the woman's side, fracturing two
ribs, piercing one lung and severing a main artery.

The young woman dropped in her tracks. Both men came rushing up.

"What the hell did you do that for?" shouted Travis.

"I'm...I'm sorry Travis, I thought she might get away."

Travis looked down at the dying woman.

"Hell, you done ruined her now."

"She ain't dead yet," opined Elwood.

"Hmmmm, you're right at that," said Travis reaching down and lifting the woman
between them. Elwood unbuckled his pants, then held her inert body while his
brother did the same.

The two men then sexually sandwiched her between them, Elwood in her vagina,
Travis in her rectum and began vigorously humping the unresponsive body.

Tina Langley was dead by the time they orgasmed.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Gina could stand it no longer, her heart aching with uncertainty. She had to
know. As seven o'clock finally rolled around and Todd showed up to take her
shift for her, Gina got in the Expedition and, despite telling herself she
would not, she found herself driving slowly toward Kim's apartment house.

Johnny had stationed himself across the street inside a convenience store
where, unobserved, he had a clear view of the apartment house. He had been
waiting only a matter of minutes when he saw the Sheriff's SUV cruise slowly
by. He waited patiently and, sure enough, it passed again, this time pulling
into a parking lot down the street where there was a clear view of the entrance
to the apartment house. He fed the coins into the pay phone and pushed the
buttons.

"Hello," said Kim lifelessly.

"All right, we're all set. Your dyke is so predictable. She's in her SUV just
down the street. Now when it gets dark, say another thirty minutes or so, I
want you to go out the front, look around as if you don't want to be seen, then
drive over to the Skyline Motel. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes," answered the beautiful but totally dispirited woman.

"Then I want you to park down the street a bit and walk to the motel, as if
you're trying to hide being there. Come to room 22. And Kim..."

"Yes?"

"When I open that door, you better be all over me. You understand? It better
look like you can't wait to get laid. Got it?"

She didn't answer.

"I said, got it?" he commanded.

"...Yes.... I... I got it," she said tears running down her cheeks.

"And when we get inside, you better fuck me like you've never fucked me
before... and you had better look like you're enjoying every minute of it. And
I don't just want her to see, I want her to hear you, begging for it. You
understand?"

Again she could not bring herself to answer.

"I said you understand?" he repeated brusquely.

"Johnny, please don't make me do this! I'll do anything else you want..."

"Shut up. That dyke is going to get hers. She thinks she can push me around and
take you away from me. Well, we're going to find out who takes you away from
who."

"Johnny, please..."

She was begging and they both knew it.

Get used to doing what I tell you Kim. You're mine and you always will be,
unless you want your girl friend to wind up sweeping floors for a living. Now
are you going to do what I told you?"

".......Yes..." was the weak and subservient reply.

Thirty minutes later Kim, as instructed, left the apartment house, looking
around as if she was trying to leave unobserved and got into her car. She
caught a glimpse of Gina's SUV pulling out to follow as she drove away.

**************************************

Gina followed at a block and a half distance, unaware that Kim was aware she
was following. The doubts were gnawing at her more heavily with each passing
moment. She saw Kim pull into a drug store parking lot and begin walking so she
did the same, again staying at a distance at which she felt Kim would not be
aware of her presence. Her spirit sank as Kim walked into the parking lot of
the Skyline Motel, not exactly a best rated motel, known for its cheap rates
and a clientele who often rented by the hour. As Kim approached a particular
room, Gina crouched behind a tall hedge to get a clear view of the door of room
22.

**************************************

Kim knocked on the door, hoping against hope that Johnny would somehow not be
there, that this was somehow just a joke. But the door opened and Johnny stood,
bare chested in the doorway.

"Make it good Kim," he said under his breath.

Gina's heart sank as Kim leaped into Johnny's arms and smothered him with deep
and passionate kisses. One leg bent at the knee and came up behind her, as if
she were being breathlessly swept off her feet.

Johnny's eyes stayed open and he looked surreptitiously for the sheriff. He
didn't see her, but he knew she was there, watching, her heart breaking.

"Come on sugar, make it really convincing," he whispered between kisses.

Kim pulled his arm around and brought his hand up to cover her breast while her
hand found his crotch and began fondling his erection through his tight jeans.

"Better, baby, much better," he urged in low tones. Now start stripping as we
walk inside."

Kim had her blouse off, her breasts exposed and being caressed by Johnny as
they stepped into the room and the door closed.

Gina could not believe her eyes. The man who had beaten her, raped her, and now
she had hurried, behind her lover's back, to see him again. A tear appeared in
the corner of Gina's eye and she started to leave, but the utter incongruity of
what was happening drove her to use a tree and some other bushes for cover as
she approached the room. Johnny had "carelessly" left the blinds only partially
closed so Gina was able to get a clear view of the room interior. Kim was naked
and lying spread eagled on the bed as Johnny, also nude, stood at the foot of
the bed looking between the beautiful woman's legs. He said something in a very
low tone of voice which Gina could not make out, then Kim began humping the air
while holding her arms out to him in invitation. Gina put her ear to the door.

"Yes, fuck me Johnny. I can't wait to get your rod inside me. Nobody can make
me come like you!" she heard Kim implore.

In horrified fascination, Gina looked in the window again to see the Lakota
bury himself in the beautiful woman. Even through the glass of the window, Gina
could hear Kim's cries as the two began wildly thrusting.

"Yes, Johnny, deeper, deeper! Oh God I'm coming, I'M COMING!" Kim shouted. Gina
had no way to know the orgasm was as faked as the affection Gina was showing
toward Johnny. For the sheriff, it was a final indignity, proof that allowing
herself to love this woman had been a mistake, that Kim, for whatever her
perverse reasons, preferred to sneak into the bed of this man she said she
despised, betraying Gina and the trusting relationship the blonde thought they
had established. Gina had been prepared to burst into the room, gun drawn to
rescue the woman she loved, but there was no rape here. Kim was as much the
aggressor as Johnny and was enjoying every minute. Her screams of another
orgasm reached Gina's ears. A final glance through the shades revealed Kim on
her all fours, face on the bed, anus high in the air.

"Take it Johnny, it's yours!" she begged, as the beautiful Lakota wiggled her
rear in invitation. As her male companion accepted her invitation and the first
erotic screams of pain, and what Gina perceived as pleasure, reached her, Gina
could take no more. She ran for her car, tears streaming down her face.

Hearing the receding footsteps, Johnny deduced what had happened. The sheriff
had seen enough and, her heart torn asunder, she had run away.

But Kim's rear was simply too tight to stop now and so he continued to pound
the woman until his body spasmed and he filled her rectum with sperm.

"All right," he said, withdrawing, Kim collapsing on the bed in agony, "show's
over. Your dyke has apparently seen enough."

"Can we just go now?" asked Kim, heartbroken at the pain she knew she must have
caused Gina.

"Not just yet," mused Johnny. "You have one more scene to play. Now tomorrow,
here's what I want you to do......."


CHAPTER NINE

"Somebody shoot your dog?" asked Maggie facetiously as she noticed the circles
under Gina's eyes and the pain which the sheriff could not mask.

"I...just a sleepless night," replied Gina, covering her feelings with a half
truth.

"You and Kim haven't had a misunderstanding have you?" asked the sometimes too
perceptive Maggie.

"Oh no," Gina said through gritted teeth, "we understand each other perfectly.
Got anything new on the murder investigation?"

Maggie was puzzled at Gina's response, but it was obvious the sheriff wanted
the subject changed.

"We may be getting a bit closer. Like always, there's good news and bad news.
Only three service stations and two tire dealers reported selling the
particular kind of tire we're after within the last six months. The bad news
is, while seven of the nine vehicles were pickups, none match the description
of the one we're after."

"Just great!" moaned the dispirited Sheriff.

"But," continued Maggie, "I went back a little further. A little over eight
months ago a tire dealer up in Kingston sold two of those tires to a Travis
Williams. Guy said he remembered this Williams because he smelled to high
heaven and kept complaining about the price. He's pretty sure the truck was an
older model white pickup. County Clerk has no vehicle registered in that name."

"Driving an unregistered vehicle?" asked Gina, trying to push aside the
heartache which was still close to overwhelming.

"Apparently."

"But eight months, wouldn't the tread be worn by now?"

"Not if this Williams doesn't drive it much. Remember, this guy and, it may be
his brother, are survivalists. They hunt their own food. Probably pretty self
sufficient. Kingston is in the northern part of the county. It's pretty rugged
country up there. They probably don't come down into town very often."

"What do we have on this Williams?"

"Not much. They must be real loners. The only thing I've been able to find is
that he has a brother, Elwood. Their father owned a small cabin up in the high
country."

"Owned?"

"He died about a year ago. The mother disappeared some time before that."

"OK, sounds like the best lead we've had so far. Anything on the brothers?"

"No arrests, but Fish and Wildlife is not their biggest fan."

"Poaching?"

"Big time. Apparently they take whatever they want, whenever they want, but so
far F and W hasn't been able to nail them."

"Anything else?"

"You bet. Todd's been nosing around some bars in the last couple of days.
Bartender at the Flashy Lady remembered a pair of really rough guys in there
about a week ago. They tried to put the moves on one of the girls. When she
wouldn't give them the time of day, they tried to force her into the parking
lot. One of the pool shooters backed them down and they left."

"So?"

"So, he said they smelled like a pig sty. One of them called the other Travis."

Gina's ears perked up.

"And it gets better. The bartender noticed their vehicle in the parking lot
when he went out to dump some trash."

"An old white Chevy pickup?" inquired Gina, becoming excited.

"Yup, the whole rear end plastered with bumper stickers, NRA and survivalist
anti-government crap."

"OK, sounds like we may have them. Nice going Maggie. Get Todd and Sam back
here immediately. In the meantime, find out if Fish and Wildlife can get us a
location on that cabin and notify CHP"

"You got it," said Maggie picking up the phone.

*******************************************

Gina grabbed the spare nine millimeter from her closet. Fish and Wildlife had
told Maggie the officer who knew where the Williams' cabin was located, was out
in the field and it would be a few minutes before he could get back to the
office, mark the location on a map and fax it to Gina's office. Gina had
decided to take advantage of that time to grab a quick bite of lunch at home.
Actually, she wanted some time alone to try to focus her entire energies onto
the capture of the two men, but the image of Kim humping Johnny and shouting
and grunting in ecstasy were still all too fresh in her mind. She wolfed down a
sandwich and had started out the door, when she had remembered the extra weapon
she kept in her bedroom.

Walking to the door, she was ready to exit when there was a knock. Opening the
door, Gina was totally startled to see Kim and Johnny on her doorstep. Not
wishing to reveal she had followed Kim last night or that she knew anything
about their tryst, Gina looked to Johnny.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

He only grinned.

"I..." began Kim hesitantly, "...I'm going away with Johnny. We're going to be
married."

"You what?" asked Gina, trying to sound incredulous.

"I... I've come to realize that Johnny is who I want."

Johnny poked Kim in the ribs to urge her on.

"...You don't satisfy me Gina... not like he can."

The words cut Gina to the bone.

Kim almost choked on the words, but she knew Johnny would see that Gina paid
the price if she didn't say what she had been told.

"...There is just no way a lesbian like you could ever satisfy me."

Gina was already heartbroken. Now it was anger that welled up inside her.

"Well it's obvious that the two of you deserve each other! Now get the hell off
my front porch and get the hell out of my life!"

Kim started to say something, but Johnny grabbed her arm, laughed and led her
down the walk and away. Gina slammed the door and leaned against it as she
wept.

****************************************

Todd rode up front with Gina while Sam occupied a rear seat. They had equipped
themselves with rifles and shotguns as well as sidearms. Maggie had tried to
talk Gina into waiting until the highway Patrol could dispatch some help, but
Gina, in her current state of mind was approaching recklessness. Her world had
just come crashing down on her shoulders and her judgment, normally clear and
reasoned was now cloudy with emotion and anguish.

"Base to unit one," came Maggie's voice on the radio.

"Unit one, go ahead," answered Todd, picking up the microphone.

"CHP says they have no units in the county right now. There was a major pileup
outside Clarksville and every unit in the area has responded. They are
releasing two units right now, but they'll be at least an hour behind you."

"Roger that Base," answered Todd looking over to Gina.

"Think we should wait?" Sam asked from the back seat.

"Yeah Gina," added Todd, "these guys..."

"Base to unit one." It was Maggie again.

"Unit one, go," Todd answered.

"Unit one be advised. A young woman and her husband were found murdered near
where you're headed. The woman was a writer. Her agent dropped in to see her
and discovered the bodies. He just called it in to CHP who just called us. The
man was shot through the chest, the woman was found in the woods less than half
a mile from the cabin, raped .....with an arrow in her side."

"That does it," cried Gina, grabbing the microphone away from Todd, "Maggie
tell CHP to get their asses up here in a hurry."

"Roger, one, but it's still going to be a while...Gina maybe you ought to
wait...."

"And let those bastards get away to kill again? No way!" cried Gina pushing the
accelerator to the floor.

*****************************************

"Maggie, can I talk with you?"

The voice was soft and full of pain.

"Now's not the best time, Kim. What's wrong?

"Everything."

"All right, come on in. Gina, Todd and Sam are on their way to arrest those
rapists. I've got to stay by the radio, but we can talk," said the older woman
offering Kim a chair.

"I... I have to tell someone. I can't keep this inside any longer. But you have
to promise me you won't tell anyone, especially Gina."

"What is it?" asked Maggie.

"I've screwed up both of our lives," sobbed Kim as the tears began.

In the next few minutes, Kim told Maggie everything which had happened since
Johnny's initial phone call.

"You've got to tell her, explain..." started Maggie.

"But I can't. Don't you see? The minute I do, Johnny will make those photos
public and Gina is ruined. I can't do that to her."

"You think breaking her heart is a better alternative?"

"I know how much I've hurt her, but she'll get over me ---- us. She's already
told me she never wants to see me again."

"That's just the hurt talking."

"I just can't Maggie. I can't cause her to give up what's she's worked years to
get."

"Are you sure she wouldn't give it up for you?"

"That's just it, I know she would. But I don't want her to grow to resent what
she had to give up... to resent me."

"How do you know she would?"

"I can't take that chance."

"So, you're going to throw your life in the crap pile."

"I don't have a choice, Maggie."

"You have friends, Kim."

"Friends that I'll only wind up hurting. Look, Maggie, I appreciate what you're
trying to do, but I didn't come here to get advice. I know what I have to do. I
just couldn't stand the thoughts of no one ever knowing how much I loved
Gina....and I also wanted to say thank you to you Maggie for being such a
friend. I haven't had many friends in my life. You taught me what the word
means."

"Don't do this Kim."

"I have to, Maggie. Johnny's gone to play poker to get some traveling money.
I'm surprised he let me out of his sight this long."

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, providing he raises the money. He took what little I had for a stake
in the game."

"Please, Kim, let me tell Gina. She'll understand."

"No, it's gone too far. I've hurt her too deeply. Maybe someday when she's
found someone else... when she's forgotten me."

"You think you're so easily forgotten?"

"Me? I'm just an Indian whore. Soon to be a squaw. I'll make Johnny lots of
babies," she said self-deprecatingly.

"Stop it," said Maggie looking the beautiful woman in the eye.

"You're right. I'm already feeling sorry for myself when it's Gina I really
should be concerned about."

"You don't fool me Kim. I've seen the looks, the feelings that pass between the
two of you."

"Did, Maggie. Past tense."

Kim's sad eyes met Maggie's a final time.

"I have to go."

"Don't!... Stay! We'll work this out."

"It's already worked out Maggie. As long as I stay with Johnny, Gina is safe.
After all the hurt I have caused her, it's the least I can do," she said,
rising to leave.

"Kim, don't do this," Maggie reiterated.

"Have to. Good-bye Maggie."

There were tears in both women's eyes as Kim silently walked out the door and
was gone.


CHAPTER TEN

They spotted the cabin and truck with the macho, hate mongering slogans
plastered all over the tailgate and parked the car in a grove of trees, hoping
for the element of surprise. Todd brought the shotgun while Sam carried the 30/
30. Gina led them toward the cabin, her standard issue nine millimeter in hand.
They stopped dead in their tracks as a scruffy looking bearded man walked out
on the porch and waved to them.

"Howdy, you folks looking for someone?"

"Are you Travis Williams?" asked Kim warily.

"Nope, I'm Elwood. That's Travis behind you with the thirty ought six."

The three turned to find the older brother behind them, his sights on Gina who
could not believe she had been this stupid.

"Now, Sheriff, unless you want a big hole in that purty head of yores, I
suggest you and your deputies put down the artillery."

Todd and Sam looked to Gina. She could duck, but by now Elwood had his bow
arrowed and aimed. She couldn't chance losing Todd or Sam. She nodded and the
three put down their weapons. Knowing they would be searched, Gina, as she bent
over to lay her gun on the ground, slid the spare nine millimeter out of her
belt and laid it inches away, burying it in some pine needles. The two
brothers, grinning, approached and gathered up the guns laying at the feet of
the officers.

Within five minutes Todd and Sam had been tied securely, first individually and
then together, back to back, and placed in the rear of the SUV.

"Now that takes care of them. How about you Missy?" asked Travis.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You ain't bad lookin' at all. How good a fuck are you?" he asked flashing his
toothless grin.

"Go to hell you son-of-a-bitch," she snarled.

The blow caught her in the lower abdomen, taking her breath completely and
doubling her over. The older brother stood over her.

"Take off your clothes bitch. Let's see if you're as good as that sow we had
yesterday."

Any doubts there might have been were now removed. These were the rapist/
murderers they had been seeking.

"I said strip!" ordered Travis aiming the rifle at her face.

"And I said go to hell!" shouted back Gina.

"Oh, we got us a feisty one here," laughed Travis to his brother, pointing to
the SUV. Elwood, realizing what his brother wanted, went to the SUV, opened the
hatch and using Gina's service pistol which he had picked up off the ground,
put the barrel to Todd's head and cocked the hammer.

"Now Missy, that little gun of yours may not make a big hole but it will blow
his brains all over the place. Which is it gonna be?"

Gina was out of options and knew it. Kim was gone and she, frankly, could care
less what happened to her, but she could not live with Todd or Sam's death on
her conscience. Another forty-five minutes and the CHP would be here. Perhaps
they would not be as stupid as she had been.

With an intense look of hatred, and as slowly as possible, she took off one
article of clothing at a time. Finally, she could stall no longer and her
panties were discarded as the brothers grinned lecherously. Gina stood naked
before them.

"Not bad tits," offered Elwood. "How tight are you?"

Gina's look changed from defiance to fear in an instant.

The brothers laughed.

"Not so feisty now, eh Sheriff?"

Travis brought her around to the back of the SUV where Todd and Sam could see
her through the open hatch..

"Down on your hands and knees." ordered Travis.

"No, please don't...." she started.

"Down on your hands and knees or first one and then the other eats a bullet and
we take what we want anyway."

Gina complied, burning with the shame that Todd and Sam would be witness to her
degradation and trying not to tremble with the fear that permeated her body and
soul.

As Elwood held the gun to Todd's head, Travis dropped his pants and also went
to his knees behind her.

"Which you want Elwood, her pussy or her ass?"

"Let me have her ass. By the time you get done with her pussy it won't be tight
enough for a twelve pound sausage."

"Please!" Gina realized she was begging, hated herself for it.

Without further ceremony, Travis grabbed her hips and drove himself into her
unprepared nest. Gina cried out in pain and anguish as Travis began humping the
naked woman while Todd and Sam tried to struggle with their bonds but could do
nothing with the nine millimeter pointed at Todd's head.

"Come on Missy, fuck me!" commanded Travis when Gina was unresponsive.

She looked up to see Elwood hold the gun against Todd's temple.

Gina began thrusting backward to meet the filthy penis as it penetrated her
time and again.

"Damn, Elwood, she's purty good. She ain't as tight as that one yesterday, but
she'll do."

Elwood grinned as his older brother raped the helpless woman. Tears rolled down
Gina's cheeks, partly from the pain of the unwanted invasion of nine inches of
throbbing cock, but mostly from the indignity she was being forced to suffer.

Finally Travis grunted, his body spasmed and Gina cringed as she felt his hot
seed fill her.

"Yore turn," grinned Travis as he withdrew, taking the gun from his brother.

Elwood positioned himself behind the attractive blonde.

"You a sow or a mare?" asked Elwood.

When Gina did not answer, he positioned his grimy penis at the small puckered
hole.

"Don't matter cause, either way, you gonna get the ride of yore life. She's
looks more like a sow to me. What you think Travis?"

"Yeah, definitely a sow. Go ahead Elwood fuck your sow in the ass. Give her a
good ride."

"Come on sow, give me a ride," Elwood hollered as he thrust with his full body
weight burying half the length of his unlubricated phallus into her unprepared
anal canal.

Gina screamed in hysterical pain.

"That's it sow, squeal for us. Come on squeal," he yelled as he buried another
three inches in her. Gina cried out, begging him to stop.

"Come on, squeal for us sow," he repeated, burying more of the offending shaft
in her rectum.

"I said squeal!" he shouted pulling her head up painfully by the hair so she
could see Travis place the gun in Todd's mouth.

"Squeeeeee," she screamed in pain and fear for her deputies' safety.

"That's it sow, now take me a ride while you squeal!"

Gina began trying to crawl on all fours as Elwood rode on her rear, his penis
buried in the near senseless woman.

"Squeeeeeeeee!" screamed Gina as Elwood whipped her buttocks, urging her on.

He rode the hapless woman for two complete circuits around the SUV, bringing
her back to her starting place.

"Sheriff, your pussy may not be as tight as that sow from yesterday, but you
squeal real good and your ass is tighter than hers," grinned Elwood burying the
rest of his phallus in her. Gina grunted with the pain as she felt his pubic
hair against her buttocks.

"Now Missy, you ain't felt nothing yet. I just now got it all the way in. Now
I'm gonna fuck you!" laughed Elwood, almost withdrawing and then completely
burying himself in her again. Gina was sure she would faint from the pain, more
excruciating than anything she had ever felt in her life. Elwood began reaming
her rapidly and powerfully, Gina's body shaking from the violent thrusts, her
breasts swinging to and fro, screams of pain exiting her as the torture
worsened.

As they had done before, Elwood eased the thrusts only long enough to step
across her, now facing her feet and then began the jack hammer thrusts again.
He reached back and pushed her head to the ground increasing her accessibility
and the depth of his penetrations. Gina was now hoarse from screaming as the
man was now almost jumping into the air so he could rip her open even more as
he landed with his full body weight hammering his phallus into her.

Finally, with Gina beginning to go numb from shock, Elwood filled her rectum
with a sea of semen and suddenly pulled out of her, Gina screaming as she felt
as if her insides were being pulled form her.

"Not bad Missy. Shame we can't take you with us. I bet you'd make a good
breeding mare," grinned Travis. "But if you found us, that means others will
too. So...." he said, placing the pistol to Todd's temple.

"No... wait," cried Gina, still doubled over with pain and lying exhausted at
their feet.

"What for. You want us to do you first?"

"...That's... that's right..." she said.

"Gina, no," said Todd and Sam in unison.

"OK, don't make no never mind to me," said Travis pointing the automatic in
Gina's face.

"And you call yourself men!" Gina spat at his feet, her mind racing for an
idea.

"You just found out what men we are," said Elwood grinning.

"Any man can rape a woman who can't fight back."

"What, you think we gonna give you a gun?"

"No, you're not that sporting," she said still grimacing with the pain," but
you two call yourself hunters don't you?"

"I guess we showed that there sow yesterday whether or not we can hunt."

"Up for a little hunting today?" she asked, defiance returning to her voice.

"What you got in mind, Missy?"

""What say you give me a five minute head start. If I can elude you for thirty
minutes, you agree to leave my deputies tied up but unharmed."

"And if we catch you 'fore then."

"Well, you'll probably be good and horny by then. Fuck me all you want and then
kill me."

A grin swept across Travis's face. Gina knew the men would never keep their
promise, even if she did manage to elude them. They would kill all three of
them without a second thought. Her only hope was to either elude them until the
CHP arrived or somehow get back to her spare nine millimeter which still lay
concealed under the evergreen needles not far away.

"What say Elwood, you up to a little huntin'?"

"Sure. We get to do a little huntin' and then I get to ream her tight little
ass again afore we kill her."

"All right Missy. Take off."

"Five minute head start?" she asked.

"Yeah, five minutes. Now git!"

The naked woman ran into the woods and disappeared. Travis sat looking at his
watch.

"All right, lock up the guns in the pickup and let's go get her," said Travis.

"Wait," said Sam, "it can't have been more than a minute. You said you'd give
her a five minute head start."

"I lied," grinned Travis as Elwood locked the guns in the pickup cab and
brought the two compound hunting bows, giving one to Travis.

"Let's go git us some pussy," laughed Elwood.

With that the two men split up and entered the woods.

Gina tried to gather her wits and remember as much from her childhood hunting
forays with her uncle as possible as she ran as fast as she could through the
heavy timber. She stopped momentarily to break the end of a limb, leaving a
false trail and then doubled back. Crouching in some brush which cut and
scratched at her breasts , she heard movement to her left and froze. She caught
a glimpse of Elwood moving almost silently as he also was listening for sound
and watching for movement. Her breath froze as he scanned the woods in her
direction, but after a moment which seemed an eternity to Gina, he moved on
down a slight ravine. She forced herself to remain immobile to be sure Elwood
himself was not doubling back on her or that Travis was not trailing his
brother, waiting for her to run into a deadly trap. But there was nothing and
so, as quietly, yet as swiftly, as her naked body could manage, she began
retracing her steps to find the the spot where her spare nine millimeter
awaited.

As she broke through some underbrush and saw the SUV only a few yards away, she
suddenly had hopes of freeing the deputies and the three making an escape or
perhaps recovering their weapons. But just as she was carefully approaching the
SUV, she heard Travis's voice only a few yards behind her.

"She's laid a false tail and doubled back."

With no time to think about freeing Todd and Sam, she made for the small patch
of ground where they had first surrendered, diving to her knees and rapidly
searching with her hands for the hidden weapon. She heard footsteps off to the
right. Knowing it was now or never, she searched frantically for the gun. She
detected motion as Elwood, now unworried about stealth was getting back as
quickly as possible.

Just as she was sure he couldn't help but see her, her hand found the gun butt
and she quickly had it in her hand.

"Well, well,well, what we got here?" smiled Elwood, noting the deputies were
still tied up in the SUV and the pickup still locked as he walked up closely
behind her. "I think I'll take it in your pussy this time," he grinned lowering
the bow.

"Think again, asshole," said Gina with cold detachment as she turned, brought
the gun within inches of his face and squeezed off a round.

Travis was only twenty yards away when he heard the gunshot. Damn, he breathed,
thinking Elwood had taken a pistol with him, I hope he ain't killed her yet.
She can be used at least a half dozen more times afore she's wore out.

"Elwood?" shouted Travis as he approached a clearing.

"Elwood's going to have a little trouble answering," said Gina stepping out of
the woods a little less than a hundred feet away and facing down the mountain
man, his bow immediately whipping up to shooting position. If it were not for
the deadly serious nature of the confrontation, it might have looked comical, a
totally naked woman, pistol in hand, facing a rough dirty mountain man, his bow
now arrowed and drawn.

"You better be a damned good shot Missy."

"Good enough," she said coldly. But Gina knew she only marginally qualified
with the handgun and would need an edge to offset the experience of the
mountain man she faced.

"Ready to pee your pants Missy?" he asked smiling.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not wearing any," she said suddenly realizing
what might be her one opportunity.

As his eyes flashed down to her nest, Gina willed herself to relax and first a
few drops and then a stream of urine poured from her nest.

Caught completely off guard by the sudden sight of urine streaming from the
naked woman, Travis's eyes stayed just a split second too long. Realizing his
mistake, he jerked his eyes up in time to see her squeeze off the round. In
reflex he loosed his arrow. For a frozen moment in time bullet and arrow passed
in midair, then hurried to their respective destinations.

The nine millimeter slug tore through Travis's left eye, pulverizing most of
the brain tissue it passed through and exited the rear of his skull taking a
large amount of gray matter with it. He was dead by the time his body hit the
ground.

Because of the distraction, Travis had allowed his aim to drop ever so
slightly, so when he released, the arrow did not have quite the elevation he
intended. Combine with that the slight amount Gina's body was able to turn
before impact and the result was the arrow piercing her left thigh just below
the buttock, the tip exiting out the other side of the leg.

Her eyes bulged with the pain. Gina looked down to see a river of red running
down her leg. The shock of the wound , combined with the previous physical and
psychological shock of her rape brought her close to fainting. Everything went
white and her brain screamed at her in incoherent cacophonies. She gasped for
breath as the only thing keeping her body functioning was the massive amount of
adrenalin flooding through her system. She fell twice, but managed to drag
herself another few feet before Todd, Sam and four Colorado Highway Patrol
officers came running into the clearing.

"...Here..." she said weakly as blackness descended upon her.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Kim heard the ambulance rushing through town several hours ago but it hardly
registered with her as her depression deepened. Johnny had been at the game all
afternoon and now it was nearing midnight. Even though she knew she must go
with him, something inside her quietly hoped she would somehow get to see Gina
one more time....but no, what could she say? What could she do, except renew
the anger and heartbreak she had already caused. The photos must be kept a
secret and that meant a life with Johnny...if you could call it that.

She heard two cars drive up together. Looking out the window, Kim saw Johnny,
weaving slightly, emerge from his car, while a rather portly middle aged man
exited the other, both walking to the door. She opened to Johnny's knock and
both men entered.

Johnny was tipsy, but antsy as well. He seemed embarrassed.

"Kim, honey this is Walter, one of the guys I've been playing with."

"Hello," said Kim as the man smiled a bit too warmly for comfort.

"Walter here is quite a card player," Johnny began, "He sort of cleaned me
out."

"Johnny, you lost it all?" she asked exasperated.

"Yeah... and a little more."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well, Walter took my marker for five hundred. I lost that too so now he wants
his money."

"I don't have any more money, Johnny. You took every penny I had this
afternoon."

"Yeah, yeah I know. It's... well... I showed him your photograph and he says
he'll take it out in trade."

Kim's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No, I won't!"

Johnny grabbed her by the arm and took her aside.

"Look this guy will have my arms broken if we don't settle this now."

"Then let him break your arms. Is this what I am to you....a whore to pay your
debts?"

"Of course not sugar, it's just that I'm in a real jam here. Now look, do this
for me and I won't ask ever again."

"Absolutely not. No way!"

"Do I have to mention certain photographs which are in my possession...."

She looked into his eyes, saw no compassion, knew what her life would be from
this moment on. He would hold the photos over her head forever and no matter
how outrageous or disgusting or veil or despicable the act, he knew, as did
she, that she would do it to protect the woman she loved.

Kim looked back to the man who ogled her. In his mind she was already
undressed.

"He ....wants a sample before he agrees to the deal," said Johnny.

Kim looked from one of the men to the other and back again.

The beautiful Lakota began undressing. Johnny came over and whispered in her
ear.

"Make it good, otherwise it's no deal."

She looked at him without expression and finished undressing. The man's eyes
lit up to see the gorgeous body fully nude.

"All right Walter," said Kim, "where do you want it?"

"I like it doggy style," he smiled as he undressed.

Kim got on the bed and went to all fours. Walter was behind her in an instant
and into her a split second after that.

Kim looked to Johnny who stood watching. He silently gave her the signal to be
more enthusiastic. Kim began thrusting backwards to take the man completely
inside her. He was close to orgasm in less than a minute.

"Now take it here!" he gasped, withdrawing from her nest and sinking his
throbbing erection into he anus. Kim closed her eyes in shame and disgust as
she felt the hot semen shoot into her bowels.

"Well, how about it?" asked Johnny as Walter backed away and began dressing.

"She'll do nicely. Have you told her?"

"Told me what? asked Kim, her head snapping up.

"Uh, the deal is that he gets you for a week....."

"And?" she asked, waiting for the other shoe to fall.

"Well, uh....." stammered Johnny, Walter here is a movie producer."

"What kind of movies?"

"Adult films," chipped in the man.

"Porno," translated Kim, "and you want me to be in your film."

"Exactly," responded the producer."

"Why am I feeling you aren't telling me everything," she accused.

"Well, you see, I specialize in a certain genre of adult films."

"And that would be?"

"Animals...dogs, goats, horses."

"You want me...?" gasped Kim, looking to Johnny.

"Honey, it's only for a week and the pay is really good."

"Johnny, I know you don't love me, I don't think you ever really did, but do
you really want me to... to..."

"Some women even get to like it," volunteered Walter.

"Just for a week and then we'll have enough for a stake," urged Johnny.

Kim had never felt her life sink lower than it was at this moment. She had not
only prostituted herself to her ex-boyfriend, if he ever deserved to be called
that, but now she was to be given to animals and have every violation filmed,
with a close up lens, no doubt. A tear glistened in the corner of her eye. She
was at the point of no return. From here there was no turning back. She knew if
the money was good enough, Johnny would keep her making porno films, each more
outrageous and degrading than the last, until, her body worn out at a
prematurely young age and, no doubt, diseased, she would be discarded for a
younger and tighter body for Walter and those like him to collect their pound
of flesh. She smiled self deprecatingly at the pun. Of course she would do it.
It didn't matter any more. She had broken the heart of the one person in this
world with whom she had a chance at happiness and in penance, her fate was to
keep those photos secret by prostituting herself to whomever or whatever Johnny
and his business acquaintances wanted.

"Kim, you know I can make you do this. I'd rather you agreed though. It'll make
things a lot easier for everybody," Johnny said candidly.

Kim, her heart breaking, smiled ruefully and looked to the two men.

"Sure, why not."

"Great!" smiled Johnny hugging Kim who simply felt numb, her life over, "now
about that advance."

"No advances. Not until she takes a horse cock up her cunt on camera."

"Now wait a minute, an advance was part of the deal," argued Johnny.

"No it wasn't. I told you that we make this picture to square the bet and then,
if she's any good with a horse, I might be willing to give you an advance
toward her next film."

"So," said Kim quietly and resignedly, "there are to be other pictures."

"But babe, he's willing to pay us a thousand a picture."

"And what happens when the horse rips me open Johnny? What happens when I'm so
large I can't satisfy anything but horses?"

Johnny looked to the producer and mused.

"She's right. She won't last long in these kind of pictures and she won't be of
any... uh, use afterward, so we want the money up front."

"No deal," said the producer.

"Then she doesn't make the film," shouted Johnny, angered to see what was a
promising deal falling through.

"Fine, you still owe me the five hundred!"

"Oh no, you just got you some. Consider the marker paid!" sneered Johnny.

"Like hell it's paid! Your little slut here is pretty and a nice piece, but
I've had better for a lot less than five hundred!" retorted Walter.

"If you think you can just walk in here, fuck my girl and then walk away with
my marker still in your pocket..."

"That's exactly what I'm doing," shouted Walter grabbing his jacket and heading
for the door.

The knife was in Johnny's hand instantly. Walter turned to see Johnny's hand
drawn back, the tip of the knife between his fingers. The sleazy movie mogul
went for this jacket pocket and produced a .32 automatic at the instant
Johnny's hand came forward and the knife found its target. Walter looked down
in disbelief at the hunting knife protruding from his chest. He waved the gun
wildly and fired at the figure who rushed toward him to finish the job the
knife had started. Two more shots rang out and Johnny slumped to the floor.
Walter staggering, blinded by shock and loss of blood from the artery rapidly
emptying his body of its vital fluid, pitched forward, firing off a final round
in reflex a moment before his body hit the floor.

That final round found a totally unintended target. Kim fell back on the bed,
clutching her chest and gasping for breath which just wouldn't come. Her last
thought before the darkness took her was, yes, it's better this way.


You may choose either of two endings for this story:

Continue to CHAPTER_12_(Happy_ending)

or

Continue to CHAPTER_12_(Tragic_ending)
















CHAPTER 12 (Happy ending)


Todd and Sam were standing in the office as the pesky reporter for one of the
sleazy tabloids pumped them for details of what had happened at the Williams
cabin.

"I heard Sheriff Hawkins was forced to take off her clothes, that she was raped
before..."

"Where did you hear garbage like that?" asked Sam.

"Oh, there are rumors. An orderly at the hospital said she was delirious when
they brought her in, that she kept saying she was naked."

"Yeah, well Sheriff Hawkins is funny that way. She always hunts armed rapists
and murderers in the nude," smiled Sam.

"But the orderly also told me she said she'd been raped."

"Well you said yourself she was delirious. We had a boy friend rough up his
girl friend a few days ago. She claimed rape, then changed her mind. When
you're delirious you get things mixed up."

"Well what did happen?" asked the reporter.

"You have our police report."

"Yeah and the one from the Highway Patrol."

"What did they say?"

"Same thing as you. Of course they got there after it was all over. They said
she was wounded and they helped give her first aid and provided escort as you
guys brought her back to where the ambulance met you."

Officers and gentlemen, thought Sam and Todd simultaneously.

"But I want the real lowdown. Give me something really good. My paper will pay
well."

"Let me tell you what happened," said Todd. "They got the drop on us right
after we got to the cabin. While they were tying up Sam and me, the Sheriff got
away, then doubled back and got the gun she had hidden when we were captured.
Sheriff Hawkins took out two armed survivalists, each with a single shot. The
second one got in a lucky shot with a hunting bow and wounded her severely in
the leg. She lost a lot of blood before we could get her to the paramedics.
That's probably why she was delirious."

"And nothing else happened?" asked the incredulous reporter.

"She saved our lives in the process," added Sam.

"And nothing else?"

"Look man," said Sam, "you've got a genuine, bona fide, one hundred percent
hero. What more could you ask for?"

"You don't know my editor. Maybe I'll go interview that orderly again."

"Look, there's nothing there. I tell you what, let that drop and I'll give you
something your editor will love."

"Really?"

"Sure, but you've got to agree to keep your sources confidential."

"OK, what is it?"

"Well," Sam looked around conspiratorially, "last month there were strange
lights reported in the sky above Falmouth Lake."

"Really?"

"Yeah," chimed in Todd, "and two days later some campers claimed they saw some
kind of ape man near their camp."

"No crap?" said the reporter.

"Who knows what else is up in those mountains," added Sam. "I don't know about
you, but that seems to me to beat the ramblings of a delirious woman, when the
woman is the hero sheriff of a small town and when folks who read your paper
aren't gonna think too highly of a paper trying to disparage her, especially
when she's been wounded in the line of duty."

"You've got a point..." mused the reporter.

"You do what you want, but if I were you I'd check out Falmouth Lake."

"Yeah, I'll do that. UFOs and Bigfoot in the Colorado mountains. My editor will
love it."

The reporter started for the door.

"Say," he said turning back to them, "you guys aren't gonna change your story
if someone else comes along and offers more money are you?"

"We told you what happened. That's the way it was then, that's the way it is
now and that's the way it's always always going to be," said Todd.

"OK, thanks for the tip," said the reporter hurrying out the door to arrange
some transportation to Falmouth Lake.

Todd and Sam smiled at each other and went back to work.

**************************************

Kim's eyes fluttered open. Unable to focus them at first, she struggled to make
out the face hovering over her.

"Welcome back to the world kiddo. You gave us quite a scare."

As the image of the face finally sharpened, Kim realized the voice and face
were one.

"...Where...?" she struggled, the pain sharp, but manageable.

"You're in the hospital," smiled Maggie. "You've been in and out of it for the
last three days. The bullet punctured a lung."

"Johnny?"

"Dead. He and the other guy, Walter Post. Todd and Sam figure the two began
arguing and then a knife fight became a gun fight. That pretty much what
happened?"

"...Yes..." Kim said weakly. "But if Johnny's..."

"If he's dead there is no longer any reason for you to feel you have to martyr
yourself... and," chuckled Maggie, "no reason why I shouldn't have told someone
we both know the whole truth."

"It hardly matters, she never wants to see me again," said Kim quietly turning
her head away.

"Don't be too sure of that," came a voice from the doorway.

Kim looked to see Gina hobble in with a cane.

"What..."

"Didn't listen to Maggie. Got me into trouble... as usual," smiled Gina,
sitting on the bed, her hand gently stroking Kim's hair. "Kim we've both been
pretty foolish..."

"You can say that again!" laughed Maggie.

"Gina, I'm sorry for..."

"You don't need to say anything," interrupted Gina, "we can talk all this out
later. Maggie explained everything to me, why you did and said those things. I
should have known... and I should have trusted you."

"Bingo!" said Maggie smiling.

"And I should have come to you, sought your strength," replied Kim.

"Bingo again!" chimed in Maggie.

Alarm showed on Kim's face.

"The pictures Gina, the pictures are still out there somewhere!"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about those," chuckled Maggie holding up a large
brown envelope. "Found these under the spare tire in Johnny's car, negatives
too."

She dropped the envelope onto the bed and began to leave.

Both younger women looked to her.

"How can we ever thank you?" asked Kim.

"Porterhouse, medium rare, baked potato, lots of sour cream and butter," smiled
Maggie and exited.

"We have a lot of catching up to do," said Kim indicating Kim's cane.

"In more ways than one," smiled Gina as she bent over and their lips met.

The End












CHAPTER 12 (Tragic ending)



Todd and Sam were standing in the office as the pesky reporter for one of the
sleazy tabloids pumped them for details of what had happened at the Williams
cabin.

"I heard Sheriff Hawkins was forced to take off her clothes, that she was raped
before........."

"Where did you hear garbage like that?" asked Sam.

"Oh, there are rumors. An orderly at the hospital said she was delirious when
they brought her in, that she kept saying she was naked."

"Yeah, well Sheriff Hawkins is funny that way. She always hunts armed rapists
and murderers in the nude," smiled Sam.

"But the orderly also told me she said she'd been raped."

"Well you said yourself she was delirious. We had a boy friend rough up his
girl friend a few days ago. She claimed rape, then changed her mind. When
you're delirious you get things mixed up."

"Well what did happen?" asked the reporter.

"You have our police report."

"Yeah and the one from the Highway Patrol."

"What did they say?"

"Same thing as you. Of course they got there after it was all over. They said
she was wounded and they helped give her first aid and provided escort as you
guys brought her back to where the ambulance met you."

Officers and gentlemen, thought Sam and Todd simultaneously.

"But I want the real lowdown. Give me something really good. My paper will pay
well."

"Let me tell you what happened," said Todd. "They got the drop on us right
after we got to the cabin. While they were tying up Sam and me, the Sheriff got
away, then doubled back and got the gun she had hidden when we were captured.
Sheriff Hawkins took out two armed survivalists, each with a single shot. The
second one got in a lucky shot with a hunting bow and wounded her severely in
the leg. She lost a lot of blood before we could get her to the paramedics.
That's probably why she was delirious."

"And nothing else happened?" asked the incredulous reporter.

"She saved our lives in the process," added Sam.

"And nothing else?"

"Look man," said Sam, "you've got a genuine, bona fide, one hundred percent
hero. What more could you ask for?"

"You don't know my editor. Maybe I'll go interview that orderly again."

"Look, there's nothing there. I tell you what, let that drop and I'll give you
something your editor will love."

"Really?"

"Sure, but you've got to agree to keep your sources confidential."

"OK, what is it?"

"Well," Sam looked around conspiratorially, "last month there were strange
lights reported in the sky above Falmouth Lake."

"Really?"

"Yeah," chimed in Todd, "and two days later some campers claimed they saw some
kind of ape man near their camp."

"No crap?" said the reporter.

"Who knows what else is up in those mountains," added Sam. "I don't know about
you, but that seems to me to beat the ramblings of a delirious woman, when the
woman is the hero sheriff of a small town and when folks who read your paper
aren't gonna think too highly of a paper trying to disparage her, especially
when she's been wounded in the line of duty."

"You've got a point..." mused the reporter.

"You do what you want, but if I were you I'd check out Falmouth Lake."

"Yeah, I'll do that. UFOs and Bigfoot in the Colorado mountains. My editor will
love it."

The reporter started for the door.

"Say," he said turning back to them, "you guys aren't gonna change your story
if someone else comes along and offers more money are you?"

"We told you what happened. That's the way it was then, that's the way it is
now and that's the way it's always always going to be," said Todd.

"OK, thanks for the tip," said the reporter hurrying out the door to arrange
some transportation to Falmouth Lake.

Todd and Sam smiled at each other and went back to work.

**************************************

The funeral was simple and short. A slow drizzle had begun shortly before the
service. Gina and Maggie stood at the grave side as the body of Kim White
Feather was slowly lowered into the earth.

Gina was numb. She would walk with a cane for several weeks and a slight limp
the rest of her lie, but the numbness she felt now was of the heart. Maggie had
debated whether to tell Gina the whole truth, whether it might hurt her even
more deeply to know what she had come so close to having, to know Kim's love
had been true after all. But in her heart, Maggie knew that Gina would want to
know, had a right to know that Kim had loved her so much she was willing to
give her life for her, in more ways than one. So Maggie had told Gina about her
conversation with Kim.

As the story unfolded, Gina began to realize how foolish she had been ever to
have doubted the lovely Lakota. Guilt began to permeate her.

"Here, I found these in the trunk of Johnny's car," said Maggie, handing the
envelope of pictures and negatives to Gina. "Kim didn't want you to know," said
Maggie, putting her arm around the Sheriff who now looked somehow smaller, more
fragile. "What she did for you, she did willingly and fully, knowing what it
would cost her."

"But she deserved better."

"You both did. but her sacrifice need not be in vain. She taught you to love
again. She taught you that the walls can come down."

"And look what happened," interrupted Gina.

"Yes, you lost at love with Kim. But now you know it's there. You know you can
love again."

"I'm not sure I ever want to love again."

"Not now, but someday."

The drizzle had become a steady light rain. The water soaked them, but Gina
could not pry her eyes away from the wooden box which held all her hopes and
dreams.

"Time to say good-bye," Maggie said quietly.

Gina gently kissed the red rose she held in her hand, then softly let it fall
onto the coffin.

"Ready?" asked Maggie.

"I'll never be ready to leave her Maggie."

"I know."
Gina looked into the gray skies and saw images of the lovely woman she had met
that first day at the apartment house, the frightened but beautiful eyes, the
sensitive and fragile heart. She felt again that moment when the two of them
had suddenly connected, knowing they were meant to be together. She felt the
warm and responsive body against hers and the tender lips, the sweet laughter.

"I'm filled with memories of her, Maggie."

The older woman smiled painfully.

"In the end, Gina, memories are all we have. Treasure them."

"I will," said the sheriff, turning to leave as her heart felt a pain she was
not sure she could endure.

The End