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Back Ta Winding Creek Ch 04 Debra Ann

Back Ta Winding Creek Ch 04 Debra Ann

by jddebaum
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Lucas took a moment thinking of the blue dressed woman. She'd traveled all those miles, arrived here safely and much to his delight, were more than a bit attractive. Knowing Jim had an eye on her limited his choices of what he would do, but after Jim's return to Stillwater...

After Lucas quiet locked the door, he refilled his glass of Lernid's before settling behind his desk to examine the leather pouch. It showed no evidence of being tampered with. Lucas hadn't expected it to. Anna Ruth Taylor was one of Miss Molly's. No questions about that, though the possibilities of her being a whore were slim... Very slim. Molly would never trust a 'shaded' lady like she did this one... Still, he wondered how she'd been chosen.

The long, slender wooden box gave him pause. It was only the fourth time he'd even seen one like it. Like all the others, it were made of cherry wood and shone soft like a dying red sunset. The red wax seal on the envelope were intact. Opening the heavy envelope, he read the letter twice before striking a sulfur match n destroying the news and instructions it held. Although they'd hoped it wouldn't happen, the country was going to war...

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Debra Ann sipped at her tea, half listening to the chatter between her two daughters n Luna Garcia. For whatever reason, the women had let go of the problems that had been lingering in the slow warming air when she first arrived. The younger of the Blake n Garcia clan were playing a close by game of tag, some of the girls sitting quiet on the steps of the long porch playing with their dolls. The older boys were watching Luis and Smoke playing horseshoes hoping for either man to invite them to maybe toss a few. The two men shared thoughts as they moved from one end to the other, neither caring two hoots or a damn about the score...

"I em not sure my friend. She were a she-bear all day... Then wanten n needin' after the sun went down..."

The powerfully built man shrugged his shoulders.

"...twice Luis. Neveer twice in manee, manee years."

Luis Tee bent to collect the special made for throwin' horseshoes, handing Smoke his.

"I been with Debra Ann for so long that I figured there weren't any surprises left."

He smiled n winked.

"Then this mornin'..."

The thicker man's toss sent the ringin' sound of iron hittin' steel n then rattlin' around the pounded in metal post some forty feet away. Luis Tee's throw made near the same sound...

*

"More tea Ma'am?"

Connie had been listening some from inside, between the open window n screened door. She'd learnt more about life listening quiet like she was to the older women then all the years of farm living n church n socials n such. Linda Jean looked to her mother. A quick nod answered the unasked question.

"Add a pinch of the lemon grasses from the yellow topped jar."

Connie slow smiled as she headed back inside. She'd already added a pinch at Mrs. Blake's request when she were first charged to make the tea earlier in the day. Linda Jean were working hard to quiet her sister then. Their chatter soon became edged with a soft laugh here n there as the women continued their talk.

"They make no sense Sister. You slow do as they ask n then there's something else."

"Not with Smoke."

"Always with Lucas."

Tiffany Ann bit her tongue before adding,

"Stephen never changes!"

That brought more laughter.

"Girls, the younger ones have been down long enough. You tend to your sister n little brothers now."

The girls knew there was going to be some talk that they weren't to hear. Not one questioned their grandmother. Luna looked to Linda Jean, excusing herself after meeting Linda Jeans eyes.

"I'll keep an eye on 'em Miss Debra."

"Thank you, Luna."

There was an expecting silence until Connie retuned with the tea pot refilled. The very youngest of the Ladies knew her place and left without a word. Debra Ann slow sighed.

"I need your thoughts on something girls."

It weren't what she said, but how it was said.

"I'm having a bit of a quandary with Luis."

Her blue eyes settled on her oldest daughter.

"The only reason I'll be speaking to the both of you is Linda mite have learned some things from Lucas with all those books he reads."

Tiffany Ann, for the first time in many years, had flashes of her first husband Jack Seasons as he slipped through her mind. She bit her lip thinking about him n Jist Bob and Mathew Billings. Both daughters, almost as one, each took one of their mother's hands.

"I-I wish there were a book or another way... I just don't see it. What I Do Not want is judgement. Maybe we can all learn a little something."

Linda Jean took note of her older sister's wettin' eyes and paling face. This was sounding like one of those things the two of them had long ago agreed not to speak of. Taking a deep breath.

"Mama, Lucas n I never Talk about those things. He has his own way n you know that is pretty much that."

Linda Jean slow stood up.

"I keep nothing from Lucas. Never have. I expect what your about to say might be asking me to do that. I think it best I tend to the things that need doing and let you two talk."

She kissed her mother's cheek n met her eyes hoping she understood. The young grandmother smoothed the front of her dress.

"We all do what we have to do Linda Jean..."

She looked up at her daughter.

"... I only asked so you wouldn't feel left out."

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She saw J.D. in her youngest's dark eyes. Oddly enough, she understood. She mite be Luis Tee's blood, but she would always be J.D.s daughter...

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Anna Ruth Taylor was still spell bound. The plain man standing next to her was slow working the scented soap into the thickest washcloth she'd seen since losing her elegant home in the not to long ago. He'd already gentle washed her hair after talking her into yet another new experience. The soft falling water made her feel cleaner than she had ever felt before. It wasn't like a sponge bath where after she bathed, and someone might pour water over her. It wasn't like the small water fall she'd bathed in on her and Jacob's honeymoon.

The water fell gentle when he tugged on the wooden handle attached to a small chain. The water was fresh n near warm as it fell softly over her body. Jim's hands had ruffled her hair under it as she stood in the tiny room. Now they were almost caressing her with the scented soap filled cloth. He was gently cleaning every inch of her alabaster skin: each nook n cranny, her fingers, then kissing the tip of each one. He lingered on her swelling again nipples, under her arms and gently between her thighs. She felt the warmth growing deep inside, same as after when she had begged him to stop the night before after making her feel things she never even imagined.

The water stopped and he knelt in front of her, easing her back against the smooth, wet wood. His tongue was once again searching the tender opening to her body. She felt the heat grow even quicker with the wonderful feelings his tongue drug from deep inside. His touch was like Miss Molly's, though the older woman had never given her near the attention Jim Crawford did. She was somewhere between tender and near sore deep between her now parted thighs. His wide flat tongue slid up and down the delicate skin sending ripples of pleasure like those over the ocean on a quiet day. She mewed like a kitten asking soft for him to stop.

He didn't.

She felt his fingers slow opening her wider, pressing his lips over the hard nub that

turned the ripples to waves. She tangled her still wet fingers in his thinning hair, pulling him closer as she pushed her bottom tighter against his mouth. The waves in her tender little pussy exploded like thunder in her belly. She felt herself sliding down the slick wall. His knurled hands slid upwards, catching her under her arms and then drawing her close. He slow rocked her like a crying child. Then she felt his hard length between her thighs. It felt like he was lifting her up and then closer with it before turning her toward the table that held the few coverings that they'd worn to this special place...

*

Lucas Blake watched as Sally's sweet, pale hips moved slow up down, his steel hard pecker shining as it slid deep inside her weeping, pussy. Her hands were resting on his knees as she slow fucked him, watching the lurid sight of her bobbing up n down in the same mirrors she had so for so long now. It was one of the few things that Lucas had gifted her that first year after their agreement. She watched as he wet his lips watching close from behind her.

She knew Lucas and wanted more, slowly settling on his hips n grinding a bit. Dragging her fingers up over his thighs, she laid back onto his scarred chest. She loved how his hands started the long practice of fondling her breasts and tweaking her hard red tipped nipples. She loved how they made love. She'd never felt closer to him than she did tonight.

They discovered something new: something that would only add to their little adventures.

He'd pooh-poohed her about taking a quick peek at his friend and the new arriving woman as they made love. She'd seen Jim often during the many times he had taken a gal to the special dining room and then to the bedroom off its side. The older man was well learned and an exceptional Lover.

She'd noticed Jim strutting a bit when he arrived to town. She took note of the way he hovered over the blue n black dressed woman. She also knew if there was any way he could bed the younger lady, he most certainly would.

Sally might have known Jim better than Lucas did in some ways. She envied Anna Ruth Taylor in an odd sort of way. Jim was one of the few men she would happily bed if Lucas asked. He was a pussy lapper of the best kind. That man took his time and searched every bit of the gal he was enjoying, bringing them pleasures they never thought of. In certain ways he was a lot like Lucas, paying attention to details n such. But she also knew he didn't have the steel in his backbone or strength of Lucas Blake...

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Blue stood along the slow-moving stream, one bared foot tite on the ground, the other on a large, water-smoothed rock. The quick made spear were held just above his shoulder as he waited for maybe another trout looking to gather his breakfast from the small eddy on the edge of reflecting daylight. Two good sized fish were already laid up next to the tree where he planned on spendin' the night.

He seen two other trains belching black smoke from their red painted, cinder-stained stack: the brass whistle behind 'em sometimes letting a shrill scream of steam scaring any bird or other critter that might be lingering anywhere nearby. Seemed like one a day would pass, the first going and the next coming from what he figured was Stillwater. Some trains were longer than others carrying everything from folks to cows to horses and once a low flatbed filled with hogs. Blue had never seen five hogs together let alone what must've thirty or more.

A flip of a tail sent the spear's tip through another trout and gave Blue cause to leave the place he'd been hunting for the better part of the morning. Less than an hour later, he was finishin' the last of the trout. The shade of the tree and a full belly slow put him to sleep. The fussing of the Pinto brought him fast awake.

"Hello in the camp!"

Blus stepped up, the leaning Henry rifle against the tree fillin' his hand as he did. A slow-moving man were nearing, leading a black mule with brown stockings behind the Chestnut horse he rode n his rifle's end pointed skyward.

"I got the makin's for sum coffee if you got a pot that'll hold water."

"I do n welcome to ya."

The bearded man slipped his rifle into a well-worn scabbard n stepped free of the Chestnut.

"Mind if I tie off over here."

"Suits me."

"I thank ya."

Blue watched close as the plaid shirt n blue cloth britches wearing man loosened the cinch strap on the Chestnut n tied the rope bridle of the mule to a fair-sized rock it carried on it's back and dropped it to the ground. Weren't much more that a grunt and a sigh n the man was slow walking toward Blue, a small canvas bag in his hand.

"Right pretty day young fella."

"It is."

After taking note the man had no pistol, Blue edged to the haver sack the Pinto was reined to. The fire-stained coffee pot were rinsed n filled with water, Blue keeping a tite eye to the squat, wide shouldered man.

"I'd offer you some dinner, but I'm afraid the fishin' here is a little tedious. Took me most of the mornin' for three fair sized trout."

The bearded man soft smiled revealin' two missing teeth.

"I been panning this creek for near three weeks after findin' a little color downstream. With no disrespect, more fish ain't to my likin'. I got me sum jerked venison n enough flour n salt fer sum biscuits."

"You're welcome to the fire n half the shade tree if you'll be spendin' the night. I'll be off to Stillwater first thing come mornin'."

"Stillwater! That's near three day's ride north along the track. Winding Creek ain't much more than half days ride south if it's supplies you're lookin' for."

"I'll be damned."

"More in likely friend. Jist like me n most others 'round here."

Both men chuckled, the air between 'em softening a bit.

"No Sir. I'd be lookin' for a Mister Pablo Tellez. I promised his brother I'd look 'em up."

The bearded man tugged thoughtful at his slow greying beard.

"Been around here n about close to a year lately. Drifted some before that n then around here near another four years long before that. Never heard the name Tellez before."

"Hummphh. I were told him n some old mountain man started raisin' horse n mule n tradin' them up north in Independence."

Blue took note of the man's eyes widenin' just a touch before he reached for the still half full coffee pot. He watched close as he refilled his tin cup, keepin' still n waitin'.

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"Well sir, I kin shed light on the second part of that story. That sounds to me like ol' J.D. n Luis Tee... J.D. put much of the 'Creeks' town together over the years. No one knowed a lot about Luis Tee 'cept he was a breed n close friend of J.D.s."

The hair rose quick on the back of Blue's neck.

"Breed you say."

"Half Indian n some figured Mex or white maybe. I never knew much more then that other then if a man had any sense at all, he'd not to trifle with either one."

Blue felt his insides tightening a bit.

"T-this J.D. He have a last name."

"Not that anyone knew of. Folks just called him J.D.. He had a near beautiful wife though, big blue eyes n corn silk colored hair... Two daughters and a boy he took into his home that he sent off to school back east some years or so ago. I was in the saloon the night the young man returned. Killed his sister's husband without blinkin' an eye. Ran a friend of mine off too, promisin' he'd kill 'im too if he ever saw 'im again."

Blue turned his paled blue eyes on the man.

"You seem to know a lot for a tin pan searchin' for gold so far away from the mountains."

The plaid shirt felt the change in the young man words. He figured he'd said somethin' he shouldn't have.

"Silver friend. I'd be lookin' for silver. Heard a lot of tales 'bout a mine or the like. Spent the warm weather searching the mountains five days hard ride west. Ain't never had no luck. Thats why I'm panning along this creek while the weather is what it is. To damn old to stay in the higher ups cold as it gets."

He slow extended his hand. Blue took it, though the hearin' of a J.D. n maybe Buck's brother Pablo maybe called a breed set poorly in his mind.

"Blue... Folks call me Blue."

"Bob... Never knew much else. Jist Bob."

Blue held the man's eyes.

"Tell me more about this J.D. n his."

Jist Bob's mind was working fast. There were something here...

"I'd be just repeatin' mostly what I heard. Ol' J.D. pretty much run the town in a quiet sort of way. Brought in folks that'd help the town grow. I never knew him much."

He were lying. Blue knowed he were.

"A man lives in a new growing town for four years n didn't know much about the man runnin' it."

Jist Bob had stepped in it. His rifle was sheathed more then fifteen feet away, his pistol tucked away so he wouldn't cause doubt in the young man he spotted spear fishin'.

"He had two pretty daughters. Fine lookin' wife. He were a mountain man, always in buckskins n totin' his Hawkings long gun. You know how them men can be."

Blue slow rose to his feet. Jist Bob stared into his tin cup.

"Seems odd panning for silver. Never heard of a man doin' that. Silvers to soft to take the rollin' over n over n such in a stream er creek."

Bob slow looked up at the much younger man. Years ago he might have had a fair chance with his knife. If he weren't careful, his need for squarin' things with Lucas Blake after all these years mite be shot in the ass.

He lunged at Blue. The young man easily side stepped him and a well-placed boot put him face down on the ground. He no longer then landed hard when his head were jerked back by his hair and the edge of a wide knife was resting snug under his whisker covered chin.

"The next words outta your mouth best start makin' sense or they'll be your last."...

------ 0 ------

Debra Ann watched her youngest daughter as she headed to the barn. She had her temper up a bit, the straightening of her back n squaring of her shoulders let her mother know that. She'd hadn't thought of the closeness that Luis, Smoke n her husband shared. She did see Linda's shadow Rudy had quick gathered an early blooming daisy and smiled when he stepped close n gave it to Linda Jean.

"Mama, I'm not quite sure of what you might be wanting to talk about, but if it's anything about sex between you and Luis, Linda Jean won't want any part of it. More to the point, if you ever thought she'd keep anything from Lucas... Well, I know you know better then that."

"True enough Tiff. Her finding out that J.D. weren't her father... Well, I've been trying to mend that fence since we told her."

After Tiffany refilled both their cups, she light tapped on the empty tea pots lid with one of the many spoons scattered on the small table. Connie was there almost to quick.

"Make us another pot young lady... And it would be wise if you hear anything that mite be said n not be yours to hear, Lucas takes a dim view of those that say more then they should... Especially about this ranch."

The warmth fast coming to Connie's cheeks said more than her words could ever deny. Debra Ann's voice sharp cut the air.

"And there will be no more adding any extra to our tea."

"Y-yes Ma'am."

*

Tom Poe saw Linda Jean hard walking toward the barn. Being a man of watchful learning and common sense, he quick moved to fetch her favored horse, Starlight.

The huge grey gelding pawed the ground under him, already sensing his mistress was on the way. He lowered his black speckled head allowing Tom to slip the polished bit into his mouth n then plain black bridle over his face and behind his ears. Tom patted his shoulder in a quiet thank you. He had the magnificent horse moving toward the huge barns sliding doors when Linda Jean was slow opening the right one. Tom was pleased she smiled at him. She knew he knew.

"Thank You Tom."

Her shadow was straining to carry the special made saddle when Tom, after handing Mrs. Blake the reins, took it from him.

"That red blanket over there is fresh washed Rudy."

The round-faced teen smiled and hurried to fetch the blanket. Linda Jean slow stroked the gelding's neck as Rudy placed the blanket n Tom set the saddle. Rudy stood close watching as Tom cinched the saddle tite.

"Look right to you Rudy?"

The hard smiling boy nodded. Tom winked.

"Canteen? Saddle bags Mrs. Blake."

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