“How ya doin’ back there, Porkypine?”
“I HATE YOU DIVA DIABLO!!!”
“This is real cruel, Miss L’Amour. His fluffy pillow has needles stickin’ out of ’em.”
“Fluffy pillow?” Sadie Outlaw laughed at her riding partner the stunning Irish brawler Dorieann Finn. “Ya mean his scrotum. His ball sack? His nutcase?” Halting the horses Sadie threw her legs around to sit backwards in her saddle and lay back on Tarnation’s mane. Not exactly comfortable but at least the insane stallion didn’t move to ruin her recline. Looking back at the sprawled-out dimwitted outlaw Ned Potter found him lying right over a horde of cactus pads. The thin needles drawing blood in over a hundred prick points. “There now, ain’t that a cozy bed Ned? Not as cozy as mine right now but hey beggars can’t be snoozers. If ya fess up to where the bank loot is hidden out there, I’ll let Nurse Hunky here, pick yer thistles. If not… I’ll jus’ roll ya over on yer belly and ride ya back through all those needles in a prey stack.”
“I can’t Diva Diablo. I’m a trustworthy fella to my gang. They be my friends.”
“Do you really believe the Dillsby’s don’t see you as a pain in their ass? Pretty much those cactus pins in yer backside. You think they wouldn’t be laughin’ at yer expense? Dorie and I can punish ya like this all day. Plenty of vultures out here jus’ waitin’ on dinner. Heck, I might even let those birdies nip a few chunks out of ya before I shoo ’em off. What there is of ya.”
“Sadie?” Dorie creased her brow at the woman’s sudden persona change. A simple hand gesture to pause Dorieann the girl clammed up but felt horrible for how Ned was being treated.
“I’m prepared to meet my maker.” Stubborn he was! Maybe Sam Dillsby was correct in his assumption of his fellow bank robber. If he could just hold out a little while longer, meaning two days, help could possibly arrive. Big if but at least Sam tried in sending a telegraph to their mother.
“Fair enough! Dorie? Switch ropes with me.” Ends untied from their saddle horns they traded lariats and retied them. Revolving in her seat Sadie faced forward once again and whispered, “Jus’ keep calm he’s gonna break I guarantee it. I need to move yer horse a lil’ but not so far we rip him a new poop chute.” A delicate ease away and forward with their steeds, the twisted ropes forcibly rolled Ned over until he was now being stabbed by cactus spines all over his full-frontal nudity. He covered his eyes with his palms to avoid being blinded but was screaming like an infant. Needles in his penis nearly made him pass out.
“FINE! I’LL TALK!” He choked up, needles even in his parched lips.
“See how easy that was?” Sadie halted Tarnation then stepped down from her saddle, Dorie joining her to walk back to their prick tease burden. “Don’t you be lyin’ to me Ned. You know I’m not afraid to drag ya a few more miles. It’s a loooong walk out to where we first met up.”
“I know that. The loot is hidden in a small cave Sam covered up with rocks. We planned on robbin’ a few more banks to add to it then head on home.”
“Far from where I met you fellas?”
“Not too far off. Mile maybe! That’s why Sam moved us further out so ya thought we weren’t jus’ sittin’ on our loot.”
“You can ride us right to that cave?”
“Purdy sure! Can ya get me out of these needles? They hurt like Satan’s pitchfork!” He whined as Sadie motioned Dorie in to help him crawl out of his bed of thistles. Blood trickling everywhere but not enough to be harmful to his overall health they inspected the worst of it, Sadie satisfied that he was fine. Dorie took those needles out of his feet before standing him up, then began pulling those out of his genitals and ass. Sighing with relief Ned pouted over betraying Sam so easily. He really had planned on returning back to his jail cell with pride. “You gotta protect me from Sam, Diva Diablo.”
“I’ll even put in a good word in for ya with Judge Bean. Yer doin’ the right thing Ned. Tell ya what, once we find that money, I’ll return it without the Dillsby’s even knowin’. That way you can go back lettin’ him think you were honorable.”
“He knows me, Diva Diablo. I can’t lie to him. I need to be held somewhere else ’til the Judge shows.”
“I’ll talk to Tom Barrett and see what we can figger out. Jus’ keep bein’ honest with me and I’ll defend ya.”
“So will I Ned.” Dorie looked up from removing a thistle in his inner thighs, his penis right in her face. “I got me some faith in ye.”
“Thank ya, Miss Dorie. I weren’t always a bandit. I was gonna go into preachin’ but things jus’ took a turn.” Sighing, Sadie decided to help Dorie by pinching thistles from his upper body while Ned rescued his lips and knuckles.
“I can see ye as a preacher.”
“Ned? Can you even read?”
“I can… durn it… no!”
“So, how are you gonna read the gospel to any congregation? Make it up as ya go along?”
“I know my bible. My pappy read it to us every Sunday.”
“And ya recall every word?”
“Prolly not every word, but I recall a lot.”
“Dorie? Can you read?”
“Sure can.”
“Then maybe ya can teach Ned here and we can set him on a new life mission someday.”
“That would be real nice of ya, Miss Dorie.” He looked down at her with a glimmer of respect. “I’d surely treat ya like a lady.”
“I’m no… ” She stood up and winced at him. “Pluck ye own needles.” Storming off to her horse she stared off into the hills ahead of them, hands on her hips then opted to light her cigar. Sadie deciphering the girl’s body language retrieved Ned’s cowboy hat and put it back on top of his head.
“She’s not used to a fella complimentin’ her Ned. Listen!” She continued taking needles out of his back then using his canteen water to rinse off blood in short trickles so as not to waste too much. “I can see ya like her. And much as I think yer pullin’ her leg, my leg too, I do want what’s best for ya, Potter. My gut tells me you can go straight and have a decent life. Ya don’t need to rob no banks, stop bein’ a follower and lead yer own life. I done told ya I’d put in a good parlay with the Judge so don’t let me down. Ya may think I’m the Devil’s daughter, but I’m not all bad myself. I only do what needs to be done, Potter. That bank money does not belong to any of you.”
“I know that. I jus’… I got me no friends. My daddy passed last winter. I do have his bible though in my saddle bags unless someone stole it.”
“We’ll look for it when we get back. I’m willing to give you one chance to start a new life, Ned. If ya fail me or fail Dorie, there… fail… him…” She pointed toward Heaven, “… then ya only have yerself to blame.” Thistles removed between the two of them Sadie coaxed him to lift his feet as she crouched to untie his ankles. “Ya can ride behind Dorie. I’d let ya ride behind me, but Tarnation would throw ya off and piss on ya again. Yer safer with Dorie.”
“Thank ya, Diva Diablo.”
“Come on let’s get yer boots on. I bought ya a poncho to keep ya from burnin’ any more than ya already are.”
“I could use some more olive oil.”
“Ask Dorie! I’m not goin’ near yer pecker. Not after how you boys trussed me up and took advantage. And jus’ for the record, I could have taken all of you fellas out long before we got to that creek.”
“I think I believe that. My nose still hurts. Chin too! Possibly my heart.” He sighed looking at Dorie from behind. Boots found in Dorie’s bag Sadie passed them to him then retrieved the poncho. Putting the poncho on, it didn’t even meet his waist so his pecker still dangled. At least he wasn’t erect, but after cactus needles being lodged in it that was no surprise.
“Hunky? You okay?” Sadie moved in front of her friend.
“Jus’ dandy. Enjoyin’ my seegar!”
“Share the wealth.” Sadie swiped the stogie and took a few puffs as Ned fiddled with his coverage. “Ned is gonna ride behind ya. I got no choice there because Tarnation won’t let nobody but me on his back ya can guarantee that.”
“Behind me? His pecker is gonna be jabbin’ me all the way out there.”
“You could ride behind him. But that means you huggin’ his waist to hold on. Hands might drop to that pecker.” She teased the girl.
“Maybe ye really are the Devil’s daughter.”
“Devil’s niece, maybe.” She winked at Tarnation looking her way. “Roll our rope up and let’s get to ridin’.” A quick gathering of their necessities Dorie mounted her horse then looked down at Ned.
“Don’t ye be gettin’ all handsy or I’ll toss ya on yer keister.”
“I’ll do my best Miss Dorie. I promise.” She and Sadie helped him up behind her. A boney ass in her face was not Sadie’s idea of fun but it had to happen, he was too weak to mount up on his own. Once comfortable he held Dorie’s shoulders rather than her waistline. “I won’t go for no guns neither. Ya got my word.”
“Even if ya did Ned, you know I can shoot ya faster than you can keep from droppin’ it.” Sadie climbed back up on Tarnation. “Alright! We got a whole lot of ground to cover so let’s exercise these horses. Try’n keep up Hunky.” Sadie made a ticking sound with her lips then passed the cigar over. “Let’s rock n roll Tarnation. ROCK-N-ROLL HOOCHIECOO!” Dorie grinned at the term; Sadie was full of interesting verses. Worldly for certain!
Singing Fly Like an Eagle by the Steve Miller Band, Dorie grinned and even offered Ned her cigar for a toke. During all that fast-paced riding Ned’s dick kept rubbing and jabbing at her butt, slipping over her waistline at points making contact with her skin. The rubdown made her crazy, but she just could not let on her enjoyment. Even when all that agitation led to Ned nutting on her tan shirt and staining it. He held his breathe and apologized to her a number of times.
“Sorry, Miss Dorie, can’t be helped!”
Dorie was just fine.
It was rather cool on her lower back.
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The year 2022, two weeks after Sadie Outlaw departed for the Kansas, at least as far as her friends knew. Kinship, Texas!
Boone Tickle Bear’s cupboards were bare. Pardon the pun! Being a bachelor, he rarely went grocery shopping until he was living off of stale Cool Ranch Doritos. A tattoo artist as a source of income in his rundown shop just outside of town offered just enough money for utilities, gasoline, and food. A few good money tattoos recently he chose to splurge and fill up his Jeep and grab a few steaks to celebrate.
A number of recent texts to Sadie going unanswered the man was getting worried. It was unlike his childhood playmate to not respond even if it were something stupid like, “Getting laid it better be important.” She liked to rub it in that his lifelong crush on her meant tormenting him rather than giving him any. They would be best friends until the end of time. Maybe on his deathbed she might give him a hand job to send him off in style.
Entering the Red Fox grocery store there in Kinship he noticed a familiar face, one that might offer answers. Cart pushed toward the meat cases he shuffled up on an elder woman in her mid 50’s. “Afternoon, Mary Outlaw. It has been a while. How have you been?”
Looking up at him she narrowed her eyes with curiosity, “Do I know you?” The hesitance in her tone made Boone cock an eyebrow. He wasn’t certain if she was joking or if maybe she had amnesia. This woman had known Boone since he was five years old, friends with his mother Nora who was employed as their maid for twenty years before dying from cancer. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we’ve met. Mary is my name but… it’s Prentiss, not Outlaw.”
“Mary… it’s me, Boone Tickle Bear. My mother Nora was your best friend.”
“I’m truly sorry but I don’t know any Nora either. You must be mistaken.”
“I grew up with Sadie.”
“Who might Sadie be?”
“No way! Why are you acting like this?”
“I’m afraid I must ask you to leave me alone before I call the police.” She looked terrified suddenly. “Franklin?” She looked to the butcher Frank Whipping Tail behind the counter, “Do you know this young man?”
“Sure don’t!”
“Oh, come on! Is this some twisted joke? Frank, I’ve known you since I was born. You know my grandfather Newton. You two got drunk together.”
“Afraid not son. If you need anything let me know, otherwise leave Mrs. Prentiss be.” Frank moved back to his meat slicer on a table in back. Mary holding her cellphone with a 911 shown to him, Boone turned pale and moved on.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Keeping his eyes open he shopped for himself yet watched Mary conclude her own shopping list and move on to the checkout lanes. “Vonda Puzzled Coon knows me well, we went to high school together.” He eyed the heavy-set cashier checking out Mary, “She knows Sadie too. Have I stepped into the Twilight Zone?” At the liquor aisle he observed Mary acting as if nothing was amiss. Grabbing a bottle of Johnny Walker Red to put in his cart he sighed, “I might need to drink this entire bottle to get over this weirdness.” Taking out his phone he dialed Sadie’s cell number, and a voice told him that this carrier did not exist. “This is not good. I need to tell grandfather.” Holding off on that, he made his way to Vonda once Mary had pushed her cart away to head for her car.
“Hey Vonda. Did you notice something odd about Mary Outlaw?”
“Mrs. Prentiss. Mary Prentiss! I’ve never heard that name Outlaw.”
“Sadie? Brandon? Carlton? Sadie went to high school with you and I.”
“None of those names ring a bell.” She shrugged then tilted her head inquisitively, “You say, we went to school together?”
“I took you to prom. Boone Tickle Bear? Come on, really? Quit messing with me.”
“Uhhh? My prom date was Milo Greyhorn. You need to quit messing with me. Who are you?”
“I gave you your first tattoo even. The butterfly on your shoulder.” She looked at him queerly then showed him that she had no tattoos. “Okay! I’ve had enough. Check me out so I can go home and drain this bottle.” A rapid belt of items calculated he paid her in cash then walked out of the store. “First thing tomorrow I’m going to see grampa and get to the bottom of this. Bottom of the bottle first.” Watching Mary load her own groceries into a small car he winced, “Since when does Mary drive a slug bug? Where’s her truck?” Once she closed her hatchback, he saw the plates as saying “Kotts”. “Kotts? Did she borrow a car?” Hurrying to load his things he jumped into the Jeep in time to follow her at a safe distance.
Reaching a turn off that should have led her to the family ranch she drove past it and three miles further before turning into a trailer park. “Where are you going, Mary?” Stopping at a doublewide she got out and proceeded to unload her groceries while he parked down the street observing. A man came out to help her and even kissed Mary. “Did she get a new boyfriend? This can’t be happening.”
Once Mary and her man went inside the house Boone thought better of how this might look, it was as if he were stalking her. Turning around in a driveway he headed back the way he had come. In reaching the turnoff that led to the Outlaw farm he opted to turn down it and went up over the hill. At the top he braked hard. “Sweet Buffalo Wings! Where did the farmhouse go?” Nothing but pasture with sheep. Shocked Boone uncorked that bottle of Johnny Walker and took a healthy swig. He sat there idle for ten minutes then shivered.
“I swear if I get home and my house is gone, I’m losing my mind.” Backing up to turn around he left the property behind. Like a mirage overlooked the sheep disappeared, if he had just glanced into his rearview mirror. Driving out of town he felt a sigh of relief. His tattoo shelter was still there. The only thing was, there was an extremely hot young Cherokee girl waiting on the front steps wearing a white sun dress. “Who might you be? Pretty customer.” He shut off his Jeep then rounded the parlor, his home upstairs over it.
“Baby! You’re home.” She hopped up and ran into his arms. Without dropping his bags, he let her kiss him. Good kisser! Hot and steamy.
“Baby?”
Bad omen felt! Manitou even!
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“Another One Bites the Dust! Another One Gone and Another One Gone. Another One Bites the Dust. HEY! HEY!”
“What is wrong with you, Sadie L’Amour?” Dorieann winced after a startled reaction to Sadie’s emphasized HEY! HEY! “All these songs are so spooky soundin’.”
“I concur Diva Diablo. As a future man of God… ”
“Stop yer preachin’ Pastor Potter. What you wanna do play a round of I Spy? I spy a rattler cozyin’ up to a butte.” She laughed meaning butt. Dorie’s! Ned’s erection refused to go down being up close to Dorie. That went right over Dorieann’s derby. “Let’s slow up, I need to go to the little cowgirl’s room.”
“Me too! I was about to suggest that.” Dorie followed Sadie into a rocky area where they could stop and stretch a bit. Hidden on two sides it seemed like a nice spot to drop drawers and sprinkle. Dropping to the ground Sadie helped Ned off so that Dorie could dismount easier. Once Dorie did Sadie busted up laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Ned’s been wet kissin’ ya from behind.”
“I couldn’t help it. You try havin’ yer pecker brushin’ up every bounce in the saddle. It was like usin’ my hand.” Ned cringed expecting Dorie to punch him. Instead, she looked bewildered. Tugging her tucked in shirt of out of the front of her pants she drew it awkwardly around until she saw multiple wet spots.
“I thought he was sweatin’ on me.”
“Profusely!” Sadie chuckled!
“I hope ya had yer fun Ned. Yer walkin’ the rest of the way now.”
“Chill out Hunky! He’s right! Ned? Here on you wear yer hat on that head instead of this one.” Sadie removed his hat and slammed it over his erection. If ya gotta drain that thing ya best do it now. You go on and squat Dorie, I’ll watch Ned ’til yer done tinklin’.”
“I won’t run if ya wanna join her. I’ll jus’ sit on that there rock.” He shuffled over to a small boulder and sat down. He was up just that fast. “Beejezus that thing is hot.”
“We are in a desert. I’ll trust ya Ned. Come on Irish Spring!” Dorie chuckled and followed her behind another set of large rocks and the two women dropped their pants. Sadie in her leggings meant a struggle not to pee on them.
“You got rattlers on yer thighs?” Dorie saw the tattoos.
“You got a tarantula over yer kitten?” Sadie laughed at Dorie’s monster mound of pubic hair.
“Quit yer lookin’!”
“You quit yer lookin’!” They laughed together. “I like bein’ different, that’s why I got Fred and Barney here.”
“Ye named yer snakes?”
“They’re jus’ guardin’ their den cuz I make the bed rock. Takes a bigger snake then these two to make me happy. When you gonna get bit Dorieann? Yer already wearin’ venom.”
“Hardy har har! Sadie, can we be be serious for a minute?”
“Yep!” Sadie shook off droplets then pulled her leggings back up; Dorie was still urinating. “What’s on yer mind? Ya can tell me anythin’.”
“You think Ned can really change?”
“Yer fond of him, aren’t ya? Even with those gnarled teeth of his.”
“I can knock those out.” Dorie giggled then shook her own tight ass at Sadie, before pulling her trousers up. Buttoning them she sighed, “I jus’ get lonely. Never had me any suitors.”
“Don’t fall too hard, Dorie. Keep in mind he still has to face a judge. We can’t keep him like some stray. Sheriff Barrett will want him back.”
“I know that. I jus’ wish he was a better man, Ned.”
“Dorie, I swear to you I’ll do everything I can to give Ned a second chance. If he comes through with the bank money that’s in his favor. Hell, I might let him hand it over to O’Malley myself. As a show of good faith.”
“Ya do know Mister O’Malley owns everyone in town ’til they pay him back. Every land deed is in his greedy lil’ hands. Nobody owns nothin’!”
“That’s sad. No man should own too much. Can I confide in ya, Dorie?”
“Sure can.”
“O’Malley’s gal Plumb? He’s whipping her. She wants away from him.”
“That won’t happen. Ole’ Cyrus has her spooked.”
“I might not give him a choice. I’m gonna do some diggin’ into O’Malley. My gut tells me he’s hidin’ a dark past. Slavery was abolished and even if he does dress her nice, Plumb is his prisoner and that’s jus’ not settlin’ well with me. I know he’s yer employer but… ”
“Kick his ass, Diva Diablo.” Dorie grinned, “I double dog dare ya.”
“Double dog, huh? We better check on Ned. Ain’t heard the horses if he’s tried to escape but ya never know.”
“DIVA DIABLO?? YA MIGHT WANNA HURRY BACK.” Out of the blue they heard him cry out.
“ON OUR WAY, PREACHER MAN!” Together the ladies left their latrine and stepped out to the shock of their life. “Oh, crud!”
“They snuck up on me. Please don’t let ’em scalp me.” All around Ned were Comanche Indians who had come in on foot. Once the women presented themselves a lone rider on a white horse rode in all smug like, a female behind him afraid to look their direction. Those standing had bows and arrows pointed at Ned. Another few aiming at Sadie.
“Comanche!” Dorie whimpered, “We’re done for.”
“Naaa! Jus’ be glad ya jus’ peed.”
“Might do it again.”
“Try not to.” Hands up, Sadie stepped forward toward the rider realizing he had to be their leader. Recalling her knowledge on how to speak Comanche she spoke up. “Not yer enemy, we’re just passing through.”
“You speak our tongue.” The rider spoke out.
“Raised by Comanche my whole life. Up Next of Kin way. Eagles Beak Peak!” She remembered what Boone’s grandfather used to call his perch out in the desert where he called home, to be close to his ancestors.
“Ya don’t wanna mess with Diva Diablo. She will put ya in the ground.”
“Shut up Ned!” She grimaced, “My name is Sadie. Ya wouldn’t by chance be a fella by the name of Hawk in Flight, would ya?” History lessons with Newton back… well, forward in the day, she knew of tribal leaders in the Comanche nation. She always had Tilly Ford as back on the History books, unless of course she had changed that history. She was prone to do that on occasion.
“I am his son Dancing Under Stars. What do you want on our land? To steal more from my people?”
“Nope! I’m happy up in Next of Kin, when I visit. I’ve heard good things about your father.”
“Who tells you of these good things?”
“Wild Turkey!” The great, great, great grandfather of Newton Tickle Bear. “Shaman up there at the peak.”
“I know of Wild Turkey. We do not get along.”
“Hmm! News to me. I always heard yer father was friends with him.” A nervous warrior bearing a bow eyed Dorieann and saw her reaching for her gun belt and eased forward threateningly. “Slow it up! None of us are here to fight.”
Dorie moved behind Sadie and that was all it took. An arrow unleashed fired straight at Sadie only to have her react so fast that she snatched it out of the air and snapped it like a twig. The other warriors looked on in awe. “What did I jus’ say?” Sadie took both parts of the arrow and slowly walked toward the boy. Palms up she offered them to him. “A lil’ Gorilla Glue might fix that right up.” Collecting the two sections the boy looked up at Dancing Under Stars.
“You are fast. Strong!” Behind her Dorieann bulged her eyes at how unexpectedly Sadie had caught that arrow. Even Ned was pissing without even realizing it, the toe of his left boot soaked in urine.
“I work out. You can add beautiful to that I won’t beg to differ. Who’s your lady friend?” She hid behind Dancing Under Stars shyly.
“My mate. She is none of your concern. This man with you, what has he done to not wear pants?”
“Lazy I reckon. I’m a bounty hunter. That man robbed a bank in Sugar Plum. I know I’m goin’ the wrong way with him, but he has somethin’ I’m lookin’ for. I’m sorry if we’re trespassin’ on yer land. I was out here last week and caught he and his gang of bank robbers. They’re locked up in Sugar Plum.”
“You look for what he stole from the white man.”
“That’s right!” Sadie noticed his mate as not being Native American but said nothing. She knew that many a white female settler ended up captured and adopted into the tribe. This was likely the case. A glance toward Tarnation, Sadie wondered why he hadn’t warned her of the intruders. It kind of upset her that her Uncle Brandon whose spirit, soul, within the stallion was remaining vigil, even if warriors were inspecting both of the horses.
“You have tamed the evil one.” Dancing Under Stars eyed Tarnation. “There is more to you than a catcher of arrows.”
“I do needlepoint too. Jus’ ask Ned there.” Ned hearing his name but not understanding what else she was saying in the language barrier peed again. Warriors were laughing at him, making him even more nervous. Smelling of horse manure and coated in olive oil wasn’t helping. “The horse and I have an agreement.”
“I will claim him as my own.”
“You can try. But I’m bettin’ he won’t be so agreeable.” She whistled at Tarnation and without blinking the steed reared his back legs and kicked a warrior in the shoulder sending him flying five feet away into his fellow archers. More laughter ensued. Dislocated shoulder the man winced in agony. “See what I mean? Still purdy evil.”
Their leader ordered his warrior to his feet without assistance. Groaning the boy stood favoring his shoulder. “I can fix that if ya let me.” Sadie pointed at him. Curious, Dancing Under Stars nodded for the warrior to limp over to Sadie. Reluctantly he stood before her. Reaching up with a grin she pinched his cheek and smudged his warpaint like lipstick making a smiley face over his lips. Again, the warriors laughed. Even the female rider giggled but remained hidden. Her man tilting his gaze toward her quieted her down. “What’s yer name?”
“Gnawing Beaver.” He mumbled.
“Oh, I like you even more now.” She winked at him. “I might jus’ let you pay me back and thank me for givin’ a dam.” Damn even! Probing his shoulder as her medic training in Afghanistan taught her, she assessed the damage. Ready, she winked at him then reclaimed half of that busted arrow and placed it between his teeth. “Bite down on that and think of it as givin’ me a red rose, Romeo.” Once he did, she utilized both hands and forcibly popped his shoulder back into place. Everyone heard the placement with a crack. Gnawing Beaver fainted and collapsed into her arms. Chuckling she made him her dance partner swaying him about. “No stars out but he does dance divinely.” Even Dancing Under Stars had to laugh. “He’ll be ready to aim his bow when the swelling goes down.”
“You will ride with us back to our reservation.” He motioned for Dorie to mount her horse. Sadie, acknowledging it told Dorie to comply.
“Ned? Keep yer hat over yer pecker. I don’t need ya givin’ Dorie no golden shower.”
“Are we bein’ let go?”
“Not exactly! We get a tour of the teepees. Try not to wipe yer ass on any of ’em.”
“What? They’re gonna skin us alive.”
“He’s dramatic. Overlook him.” Sadie grinned at Dancing Under Stars. Helping Gnawing Beaver up she patted his cheek then hugged him to her chest, smothering him in her breasts. “Best medicine ever! See? Beaver’s my best buddy now. Ya need help to yer horse, Gnawin’ Beaver?”
“He can walk.”
“We’ll dance around the fire later if ya want Pretty Boy.” She patted him on the ass then walked over to get Ned up on the horse with Dorie. “We’ll be fine. No sudden moves. Jus’ keep on smilin’.”
“I hope yer right.” Dorie whispered. “Hold me, Ned.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Charmer! Like a human seatbelt his arms wrapped her waist. Even under pressure his fingers found her crotch but only rubbed her inseam without pressure. Strangely, she found it comforting.
“Ya can put yer hat on Ned.” She whispered as a warrior took Dorieann’s rein and led the horse for her out of the rocky enclosure. More horses were on the far side. Sadie climbing up on Tarnation patted his neckline to keep him calm. Digging into her saddle bag before turning Tarnation she brought out something unexpected.
“Gumball?”
No takers she tossed two into her mouth then coaxed Tarnation into following the procession of warriors. Dancing Under Stars admired her tight ass with interest. Changing his mind once they reached the remainder of their party, he moved his white horse to Sadie’s side and extended an upward palm. Passing him a gumball he passed it back to his mate. Placing it in her mouth she brightened up and smiled at Sadie. A wink at the happy couple the woman even leaned up over Dancing Under Star’s shoulders and exhaled her breath at him. He winced at her then at Sadie. Palm held out again Sadie chuckled.
“You had yer chance, Tryin’ Seacrest.” She rode on ahead next to Dorie without giving him one. He grimaced but said nothing further. His mate had sympathy and spit her gumball into her hand and reached around to feed it to him.
Cinnamon!
Delightful!
White man’s world!