“Forget it honey, come on. I‘m gunna get you outa here.” Jane took Amys’ arm and led her out the door. They both walked down the hallway as quietly as possible. As they moved down the stairs, some of them made a loud creak, making Janes’ heart race.
The Saloon was now dark and empty. Jane went behind the bar and grabbed the shotgun that was kept under the counter, the same shotgun that whacked her on the back of the head and started all her troubles. She also grabbed a bottle of spirits. “Do you really need that?” Amy asked softly.
“Yes” said Jane tearing a strip of rag. She opened the bottle and took a long swig, then proceeded to stuff the rag into the top, making a Molotov cocktail. “Behind the Sheriff station is a horse stable. Find my horse and get her ready to ride, let the other horses go.”
“Come with me Aunt Jane, I’m scared.”
“You’ll be fine, there’s just somethin’ I gotta do, Now Go!” Amy unlocked the door of the Saloon and quickly moved out into the night.
Jane searched in the dark until she found a book of matches. She stood at the door and lit her Molotov, before throwing it at the bottles behind the counter. An explosion of flames lit up the Saloon. The bare breasted Jane quickly ran across the street with the shotgun in hand as the Saloon started to burn behind her.
The first rays of sunlight began to peer over the horizon. The flames spread and grew and soon a shout came from the Saloon, “FIRE!….FIRE!”
Slowly the town began to stir. The door to the Sheriffs Office opened, and the shirtless Sheriff Jackson came out and stood in the street and watched the Saloon burning. “Oh Shit!”
“I gave you enough warning you Rapist Son of a Bitch!” came Janes’ voice behind him. The Sheriff turned around, and his eyes went wide in horror to see the topless Jane standing a few meters from him with a shotgun pointed at him.
She aimed the shotgun at his crotch and pulled the trigger. There was a loud BANG! and the big man dropped. He let out a blood curdling scream as his blood spilled onto the street.
There was another scream across the street. “AAAAGH! Help me! I’m on Fire! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!” It was the Bar Keeper, burning up in the Saloon. Jane disappeared behind the Sheriffs Office, as more men came out into the street to see what all the commotion was.
Amy had Janes’ brown and white horse saddled and ready to go. They both got up onto the horse. Jane groaned as she sat on the horse, her raped pussy and ass were still extremely tender. “Are you Okay Aunt Jane?” Amy asked.
“I’ll be better when we get the hell out of this shit-hole town.” They rode off away from the town as fast as they could, heading into the rising sun.
END