Chapter 11: The Reunion

"Alright  now. Ease up on the trigger. Hold yerself steady. Keep it steady. Now shoot! " The bullet shot out of the chamber of my colt 45, and took down a jack rabbit that was moving fairly quick towards the desert brush until my bullet ended it's trek.

 

"Good! Now just make sure you do that when you have a person standing in front of you." Maverick remarked.

 

"Easier said than done."

 

After six months of Kid working with me, I'd gotten a helluva lot better at handling a gun, and whole lot better at actually shooting something. Other than Kid that is. The first time I handled a gun, other than my grandfather's old hunting rifle, was kid's Colt Walker. That thing was so big and awkward that when I pulled the trigger, the damn thing flew out of my hand, and knocked me on my ass. Kid nearly crapped himself. But then again, I had shot a hole right through his Stetson, just narrowly missing his head.

 

After that, Kid wouldn't let me touch his gun. Said my little "dainty' fingers couldn't handle a man's gun! But a week later, we rode into Merkle and the gunsmith recommended I try what he called a peacemaker. My Colt 45 was just a large as Kid's but it had less of a kick on discharge and didn't jerk as much when I pulled the trigger.

 

Course Kid didn't want me jerking at all. He could be a stickler about the way I was standing and aiming, and could be pretty hard on me about it. Then again he could be pretty hard "in" me as well. I had to give Kid his due, he could be pretty darn imaginative when it came to teaching me.

 

"That's it Ku'u ipo. Now keep your hand firm. Just hold it nice and firm. Not too tight. You don't want to grab it too hard, it's gonna shoot before you're ready. Now when you're ready, just put some steady pressure on it." Kid had me practicing on his manhood. He swore out the best way for me to learn to pull the trigger was to practice on his balls.

 

Crazy as it seems, it worked. Everytime I pulled the trigger now, I can't help but think of Kid's big cock jerking in my hand. I had to keep it steady if it was gonna shoot where I wanted it to. The gun that is. Kid just shot all over me if he couldn't get it in me quick enough.

 

Fall was here, and snow covered the Sierra-Nevada mountains, and dusted the plains with snow flurries. For the first time in months we were heading toward a major town. Crazy as it might seem, instead searching for the Seadog's grave, we were now chasing after Mooney and the rest of the gang.

 

We'd been travelling across the range, and hiding in the mountains, avoiding towns for the most part since Mooney and his gang made it damn near impossible to ride into any town without causing suspicion. At first though, Kid thought we could risk it.  Texas rangers were looking for a whole gang, and. the posters circulating look nothing like us, but as time went on, two names were starting to draw more attention than anyone else's: Kid "the hexed" Maverick and Doc "the hexer" Samuels.

 

"I don't understand. We haven't been anywhere near Mooney? Why are these rangers centering their attention on us?"

 

I was lying on Kid's chest listening to his heartbeat. He was running his fingers through my hair which was now pass my shoulders. I'd been letting it grow long. My Indian roots flowed from my scalp long and straight. Kid showed me how to plait it and twine in leather, so I looked nothing like the posters that now plastered towns.

 

Kid inhaled from his hand rolled and took his time answering. He could be like that. Quiet and thoughtful. My silent Indian. He moved onto stroking my back, and then my ass.. I was naked under our blankets. As was he. There were advantages to staying away from the towns.

 

"That's Mooney."

 

I looked up at him. He'd slipped his finger into my hole which was already wet with our juices. I couldn't help but moan but all the same I tried to wiggle away. I wanted to finish this conversation before he made me lose my senses.

 

"What do you mean? He's using our names? They have a photograph of me"

 

"Right. Your wedding photo."

 

"Miriam..."

 

"Yep. Mooney's pinning as much on me as he can. Thing of it is. We been  hitting banks from Kansas City to Salt Lake. It's was always the plan to stay away from home territory. Never rob anybody within a day's ride. It's like he's gone crazy."

 

"But why?"

 

Kid tossed his smoke in the fire pit, then rolled me over on my back. "It's because of you. Mi lani kapu!"  My beautiful taboo.

 

Kid had been teaching me the language of our people. Though we were running from the Matawee tribes, there were some tribes north of the Sierra-Nevada, like the Paiute and Hohokum, who were more interested in what we could trade them than Kid's legendary demon, the Seadog.

 

For the four months we lived with the Snake Indians, and Ikabiya, Kid taught me to hunt, fish, ride bareback and speak enough of our language to be able to trade for supplies we needed. Kid even traded with some Blackfoot Indians for some of best beaver fur to be had.

 

I was laying buck naked on that fur now. Though the fall winds were blowing, I was trapped in an inferno of Kid's body heat. Kid fucked me rhythmically. My legs wrapped around his back, his member snaking into the deepest parts of me.

 

"Homme! Mi` Homme!" I moaned and shot all over my chest and Kid. Kid pulled out of me quickly and grabbed my legs. With a vice grip on each ankle, he bent me in half, and entered me in one prostate jolting stroke.

 

I screamed and probably squealed too as I shot off again and again nearly drowning myself in my own cum, as Kid slammed into me again and again. I could feel his heavy balls smacking my ass like he was punishing me. I opened my eyes to find him staring deeply into my own. There was a language being spoken in the depths of his eyes, in the power and rhythm of his fucking.

I watched in lovesick passion as he seized up and pumped round after round of his juices in me.

 

I was in a haze but reached for Kid greedily when he brought his still dripping cock to my face and slipped it into between my lips. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, "Miici"

 

"Eat me" I drank from him.

 

"Mine" He rubbed himself off in my hair.

 

I stretched lazily a moment later, while Kid stood up and slipped his pants on.

 

"You got me smelling like a two bit whore."

 

"Well you're my little whore ."

 

"That sounds like a man who wants a commitment." I said it jokingly, but I meant it in all seriousness.

 

"What's that mean? Commitment."

 

"You don't know what commitment is? Now I know your relationship with Mooney was ...sometimes one of convenience, or maybe because he was the best you thought you had a right to. But I ain't talking about what you and Mooney had. I'm talking about us. What we are together. What we can be together."

 

He tries to look irritated but I manage to break it with my smile. He can never resist that. But instead of answering me, he says, "Get dressed. We have company."

 

I jumped up and threw on my clothes as fast as I could, but was just slipping on my shirt when several riders came into our area.

 

"You slipping up Kid. We got quite a show before you even knew we were about."  I looked at the large black man, the leader of this group, trot into our area like we were camping on his land. He winked at me as he came into the clearing.

 

" I knew you were there. I'm just making sure we're clear about everything that belongs to me."

Kid strolled over to me and yanked me behind him like I was openly flirting with this man.

 

"Don't sound like he belongs to you. Don't sound much like you want him to belong to you! Don't want a commitment. Maybe this smart looking fella want try his talent in other venues."

 

I know it sound downright promiscuous of me, but I couldn't help but feel flattered. This man was tall and as muscular as Maverick. His skin was dark, and his mouth and lips were prominent. He had an oddly shaped face.  Irregular and verging on ugly, but he was so masculine, I couldn't help but find him handsome as well.

 

The other men with him gave me completely opposite vibes. There was a man in a hood that made me feel distinctly uncomfortable.  I don't remember ever seeing a man in a hood, particularly here in the West where Stetsons were the order of the day.

 

The other member of their group was young and attractive, but with a sunken in face that made him look 20 times more the vampire than Kid Maverick even when he had transitioned into the Sea Dog completely.

 

He stared at me like I was the second coming of Christ. If what the leader was saying, their group had seen our lovemaking, and I couldn't help but grow pink from embarrassment.

 

"What do you want Mahogany?"

 

"I think we have a mutual enemy. Therefore, I think we can come to a mutual understanding, and maybe a profit."

 

"If you're talking about Mooney. I only need one thing from him. Once I get that, I don't care what happens to him."

"Oh so you know about the Ahuli map?"

 

Kid and I looked at each other. Of course we knew about the Ahuli map. We'd been all over the Sierra Nevada mountains. Talking to tribes who would deal with us about the secret location of the new Ahuli burial grounds.  We got as far as a Rhyolyte, where it was said Ahuli miners were working in the silver ore mines. But by the time we got there, Mooney had gotten a map from one of the miners, but killed them all after he got what he wanted.

 

We had been hot on Mooney's trail ever since. We knew he had the map. How did anyone else?

 

"We're on our way to Pendleton" Mahogany keeps his eyes on Kid, but I can see him glancing my way every so often. "Let's ride in together. I got my own reasons for wanting Mooney."

 

We saddled up, and I rode next to the young attractive guy whose name I learned was Robert Middleton. He was quiet for a while, but kept staring over at me. Finally I had to put an end to it.

 

"Do you have something you need to address with me sir? I feel like you're boring a hole in the side of my head?"

 

Roberts sputtered out a weak apology, then spoke up, "I don't mean to stare. It's just...You look even better than those photos of you."

 

"Photos?" I was confused "You mean the wanted photos?"

 

"Well yes that. But those others. The ones on the post cards."

 

When I frowned at him, Robert reached into his coat and pulled out a handkerchief, which he unwrapped to reveal a group of photos.  Since the 1820's, photography had come alive, and photographers where capturing everything. Even photos of things that shouldn't be seen in polite society.

 

"Where did you get these?"

 

"In Rhyolyte.  But all the mining camps are carrying your photos now. You're the Hexer. The man who tamed Kid Maverick. They say you put a hex on him to make him do the things he does to ya!"

 

I was mortified. I'd spent years studying to be a physician. I'd always imagined becoming famous for my craft. But as I looked down at a nude photo of myself, posing with Kid, who was obviously fucking me from behind, I was nothing but humiliated.

 

I remembered this photo being taken.  Kid and I were sorely disappointed after finding the Ahuli miners had been murdered.  We got drunk and stumbled onto a party being given by the mining camp. It was a wild party, with anywhere from sixty to 100 miners all drinking and dancing with each other.  At some point a group of naked men began fucking any minor in a dress. I wasn't in a dress, but Kid had a helluva time keeping those miners off me.

 

I was infamous now for being a bank robber and Miner's pin up posterboy.

 

"It's nothing for you to be embarrassed about. There ain't a fellar here about these parts that don't wanna rub up against you the way Maverick does. "

 

I couldn't take it all in, so I changed the conversation, "You from out these parts Robert?"

 

"No. I come out here bout two years back. Been trying to track down my brother Judas."  I didn't have to ask Robert why he was looking for Judas, he just launched into his story.

 

"My brother Judas is the oldest. I got a sister. She ain't right in the head. My Pa died after he shot himself. Owed a lot of money to the bank. My ma cried herself to death.  Pa left something for us. Something to scrape by on. But Judas had other plans for that. He took off right after we buried my ma. He was supposed to watch out for me and Sissy. But like a coward he took off. We found him though. Mahogany says he's gonna help me get my revenge. I'm gonna rob my brother of every cent he has, then I'm gonna kill him."

 

There was nothing I could really say to that. Robert looked nearly frenzied telling his story, and I didn't want to get him all riled up by talking about it further. Besides, I was too busy trying to figure out what Kid and Mahogany were arguing about. They were talking in low tones, but every once in a while Kid would look back at me, as if to check we were still there.

 

Three hours later, We ride into Pendleton.  We bypassed the town proper, and made a beeline for the red light district.  Maverick takes me to a place called the Veiled Door.  It is famous in the city. There were other brothels that were bigger and nicer, but the Veiled Door had a history.   It literally had a stained glass door that acted as a guide to those who knew the secrets of the West well enough not to go to the commercial brothels and seek this one out.

 

We enter a secret knock to get in.

 

"Guns gentleman," a man asks us.

 

Kid is about to argue but I give a firm elbow.  I was hot, dusty, and still smelling of our sex. Being that this was one of the nicer brothels, and I knew that I could get a hot bath, and my clothes cleaned and pressed.

 

Kid gave up his gun reluctantly and we enter. Once in there, I could see why Kid was reluctant to let go of his weapons. The place was packed with Outlaws.

 

And then there were the prostitutes.  Most of them were women with a few men sprinkled  in towards the back area. The sounds of moans, alcohol, cursing, mud, sex, blood and spit stained the air.

Maverick grunts giving me a firm hand on the shoulder, "Keep an eye out for the gang.  They should be around here somewhere." He starts to stroll away from me.

 

"Where are you going?"

 

"Listen I want you to go to our room. Stay there. I got someone I have to meet."

 

"Who? Mooney?" I asked in a huff.

 

"Goddamnit! I've told you time and time again I ain't fucking Mooney no more!" I seemed to set him off, but I was still a little pissy that he never did answer my question about making a commitment.

 

"Well how am I supposed to know how you feel Kid?! You keep yourself all locked up. The only person you confide in is yourself!"

 

""You really want to do have a lover's spat here and now?" he asks, "In the middle of a town of hooligans, outlaws and turncoats?  We ought to be a united front Doc."

He had a point.

 

Still I couldn't help myself, "Am I your lover?! You tell me I'm yours, but so is your gun, your horse and your smokes! I'm not even sure where I fall in that line up. Am I a the top or the bottom of that list?!"

 

Maverick looked irritated as hell, and just turned around and walked away. "Go to the room and stay there! I'll be back later."

 

I was spitting bullets by the time I reached our room. I was so damned angry, I wanted to changed rooms, but as it happened, the Veiled door was booked to capacity. By the time I took a warm bath, and thoroughly groomed myself, I had calmed down somewhat.

 

Our room was a quaint little affair as far as brothels go. There were lewd photos of men and women in on the walls. I hadn't paid any attention to them at first, but after waiting for Kid for what seemed like hours, I had nothing better to do than look at my surroundings. It hit me like a ton bricks, when I realized that one of the framed postcards on the mantle, was one of myself. I was completely nude, leaning against a table, as a miner squatted between my spread legs. The post card was titled "The Hexer" I was both outraged, but strangely flattered that I was getting so much attention.

 

I was remembering when the photo was taken, when I glanced out the window and caught sight of Kid. He was across the street at another saloon. There was a man leaning up against a post, and I watched in horror as Kid leaned into him and rubbed his nose against this man's throat.

 

Kid had done that so many times just before ripping my pants off and fucking me, I could see him in my mind's eye already fucking this stranger.

 

I don't know if I was seeing red, or if tears were blinding me as I ran from the room and reached the saloon area. I wanted a drink badly, and stumbled to the bar.

 

"Well hello beautiful."

 

I swiveled around to find Mahogany and his entourage. I'm not sure how things got started, all I know, is that by the time I was on my 6th shot of whiskey, I was drunkenly sitting on Mahogany's lap.

 

It wasn't long after that Kid came walking in the door.  I looked at him, and he stared me down. I looked at his neck where I could see a passion mark from across the room. Kid looked away. Guilty.

 

"Spit" Mahogany says.

 

I spit in his hands.

He lubes me up.   He is playing with my hole.  It doesn't matter that we're in the middle of the saloon. It doesn't matter that Kid is sitting in a chair facing us dead on.  This isn't the first time Kid has watched me get fucked. Truth to be known, Kid got turned on by it. But only if he was giving his permission.

I can feel Mahogany's dick harden.  He enters me. I look at Kid. Our eyes lock.  Mahogany fucks me ferociously, all the while Kid has me zoned into him.  The look on his face is lethal. I don't know who his target is, but one of us is going to be his victim.

 

Robert was nearby while all this was going on. He was pacing back and forth, looking at Maverick nervously.

"You TWO ought to stop.  His friend looks mad," Robert states, "You're going to get us killed---Mahogany."

He's referring to Maverick.  I have to admit I'm loving every moment of it.  It's something about having Maverick on the other side of the room staring me down. Making me feel like I'm doing something that he's going to punish me for, makes me double over in pleasure.  I get my own payback. That's what he gets. He could have committed but everything needed to be on his way, on his terms. Now it was too late for all that.

 

I'd met a STALLION, and I was riding him hard.

 

"I don't like the way he's looking Mahogany. Clearly his friend ain't happy with what's going down."  Robert whispered loudly.

 

"Oh don't worry about him," I slurred my words, "He's harmless.  A pussy cat. A pussy cat who can't commit. He wants to fuck everybody! I can be a pussy cat too. Fuck whoever I want!" I nearly fell off of Mahogany's dick, but he held me firmly in place.

 

Robert looks irritated, "He don't look harmless to me."

"Goddam it Robert, get a hold of yourself.  I told you I'll protect ya, didn't I?" Mohaghany yelled. Then yelled again as he spurted into me.

 

I slid off of Mahogany's lap and stumbled away.  Kid caught up with me, and grabbed my arm.

 

"You satisfied now. Had your little payback?!"

 

"No! I'm not satisfied. I'm gonna go find that little trick you were fucking in front of everybody and get my turn!"

 

Kid sighed and let out a breath like he was barely holding onto his patience. "You don't understand, and I don't have time to explain it to you. Mooney's nearby and..."

 

"Oh yes! Your precious Mooney. Did the two of you share your trick. That's what you like right? You don't want to be in relationship with someone like me! God forbid you have to get stuck with somebody like me!"

 

"Oh shut up! You're not making any sense right now!"

 

I was going to go tit for tat, but just then shooting broke out. Not in the saloon, but coming from the outside.  We all hit the deck. I hear the saloon windows being shot out. The next thing we know, a man comes hurdling into the saloon.  I recognize him immediately, and I can't help but call out.

 

"Gideon!"

 

When I scream out the backdoor opens.   Someone jumps out about to ambush us, but Kid shoots and somebody yelped.   Mahogany is so alarmed by the surprise attack, that he drops his gun and it skids across the floor.

Yant and Mooney were the ones shooting up the entrance, scattering bullets all over the place. Gideon spots me and tries to crawl over to me, but with so much fire power, he doesn't get far. Kid throws his body over me, and for a moment I can't see anything while Kid tries to protect me.

 

That's when I see Robert   He's picked up the gun on the floor.  He has it pointed at the first man Kid shot at.  He has this crazed look in his eyes.

"I hate you you coward! You will fuckin die for what you did. You have to die!"

And that's when Robert shoots Judd several times.  Shots that I'm sure Judd won't heal from. It's Mooney that tackles Robert to the floor.  At this point there is confusion as we all run over to Judd. I'm so nervous tears are rolling down my eyes.

"JUDD!"

I couldn't imagine this being the way he ended.  All of sudden things were too serious. I had no idea why Robert and Judas, or Judd couldn't get along.  I just knew though that Robert had just shot my friend and my friend was dying.

And I didn't know what to do.

I try to tend to his injuries but without my medical bag, I have nothing but the pressure of my own hands.  "I can't stop the bleeding.  I can't fucking stop the bleeding."

"There's nothing we can do..." Mooney returns shaking his head, "GODDAM IT!"

He was upset.  We all were. I think we all knew Judd was the best of us.  He was the glue that kept us all together through his humor and lightheartedness.  We couldn't lose Judd. There was no way that this was happening like this.

"There is something we can do," I state.

 

They all look at me.

 

"What?"

I look over at Kid, "Kid...you can turn him.  You can turn him into a vampire...like you..."

 

 

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