Chapter One - The Hold Up
The four riders spurred their horses into a run as the stagecoach came into sight. Their leader, astride a big buckskin, adjusted his mask and drew his six shooter.
"Let's take it!!" He said reining his horse around and heading down the hill. Shots started coming from the coach as soon as the driver and guard saw the four men coming at them. At the gallop, the outlaw leader aimed and fired. The diver slumped back in the seat, dropping the reins.
"DAMN!!!" the robber cried as the team became a runaway. He wheeled his horse and came up beside the coach, as the guard was swinging his Greener around to blow his head off. The Colt fired once and the guard fell backward, off the seat, to fall beneath the coach's wheels. After some struggling, the outlaw was able to climb into the seat and retrieve the reins, bringing the team under control and stopping the coach.
As the passengers were opening the door, they realized that they might have gone from the pan to the fire.
"WE'RE BEING ROBBED!!!" one of the male passengers screamed.
"Oh shut up!" A woman's voice said, sharply, just before a well turned leg appeared over the doorsill.
"Mornin' Ma'am." The tall bandit drawled, touching his hat brim. "You have the honor of being stopped so that you might make a small donation to our cause."
She was a handsome woman, well built and with a strong proud look in her eyes, her auburn hair poorly hidden beneath her straw sunbonnet, shone like polished copper in the Texas sun.
"And what cause might that be?" She asked, her fists on her round hips.
"Why the enrichment of myself and my companions, of course." He said, as the three other bandits rode up and stepped from their horses.
The woman removed her jewelry and the contents of her purse, handing it all to the robber.
The other passengers consisted of two 'men' both looking very frightened, and a third man who looked like a lawman, or perhaps a former Army officer.
The outlaw leader ignored the two, less masculine males and addressed the third.
"You look to have military bearing sir. With whom did you serve?"
"I served with the Army of the Potomac, and the troops I led proudly destroyed your rag tag army of cut throats and thieves."
At these words the other three outlaws started muttering things like 'string the blue belly up', but his own stupid treachery removed the need for a rope.
No sooner had the outlaw leader holstered his pistol and turned away, the man reached beneath his waistcoat and pulled a derringer. What happened next almost happened too fast to see. As the former officer took aim, the outlaw spun, drew and fired, once, striking the man directly between his eyes. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Addressing the woman once more the outlaw bowed, "My apologies Ma'am, that this unfortunate display of violence was necessary in your presence, but he left me no choice. I am the leader of this rag tag army of cut throats and thieves, my name is Rhett, and I am at your service."
In spite of the situation, or perhaps because of it, the woman smiled. "Thank you sir, for your concern. My name is Kelly." She offered her gloved hand, which Rhett took, and kissed in his most courtly manner.
"An unusual name for a woman, especially one of such rare beauty."
Kelly smiled, unsure of how she should react to this man, beyond the immediate biological reaction she was feeling between her legs.
The outlaws went about stripping everything of value from the rest of the passengers, including the dead as well. Then Rhett started giving instructions. "Tom, get the express box, Charlie, take those two's boots and start 'em walkin' back the way they came, Waco, get all the baggage out and let's see what we have."
The express box hit the ground with a crash and Rhett shot the lock open. "Not bad gentlemen, not bad at all. We seem to have intercepted a large shipment of Yankee dollars." He stood up, and without counting it said, "Tom, take care of the split and meet me at Comanche Wells in ten days. The rest of you ride with Tom."
"Where you headin' Major?" The one called Tom asked.
"Why I'm rescuin' this young lady from you blood thirsty highwaymen, and takin' the coach to the next town. Too bad I arrived on the scene too late to prevent the violence." "Miss Kelly, I can permit you to retrieve only one case, it would be unrealistic to allow these brigands to have left you any more."
Kelly smiled as she picked up her case and walked to the side of the coach.
The other bandits rode off as Rhett was tying his horse to he back of the stagecoach.
"You'd best ride on top with me, I'll be putting the bodies inside the coach."
As the coach rolled along the dusty road, Kelly learned much about this mystery man. She found out that he had been a Confederate Major, and had, along with his officers, refused to lay down their arms after the surrender.
"But I've never seen a wanted poster on you. How can that be?" She asked, her hand resting on his strong thigh.
"Oh, they're up alright, but no one has ever been able to describe me. So there's no picture to go along with the name they've hung on me."
"And what might that be?"
"Texas Jack." He said, looking at her and smiling.
"YOU'RE Texas Jack, murderer, stage robber, bank robber and God knows what else?"
"Yes Ma'am, also soldier of fortune, gunfighter and all around bad fellow."
"How is it there's no description of you? Or should I ask?"
"I usually wear a mask, but even so," He wet his finger and drew it over his moustache. The black coloring disappeared, and the steel gray showed in its place. He snapped the reins to speed the team up.
Kelly decided that she was in no danger from this man, otherwise he would have already killed her. "How long before we get to town?" She asked, her hand moving a bit higher on Rhett's leg.
In answer, Rhett brought the coach to a dusty, rattling halt, then tied off the reins and turned to her. "As long as you want Kelly, as long as you want." His eyes took hold of Kelly’s and spoke volumes.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, desire that had been smoldering since they met burst into flame, their lips and tongues moved over each other as their hands busied themselves with the fastening of their clothes.
"Oh my God!" Rhett said when he had freed Kelly's magnificent tits from their restraint. He took a firm nipple between his teeth and gently bit it, his tongue flickering over the swelling tip.
