Bac Ta Winding Cree

(I can only apologize for the lateness of this chapter: My health does and always will come first... Many, many Thanks for those folks that follow me and comment on my tales. The last chapter is near written and will be posted in the next two weeks... After that, We will see. Again, My deep appreciation for your patience and understanding.)

Debra Ann had become near pleasant to the ranch hands around the L & L west ranch, though many of them barely understood English. Luis had been short with her those first days after returning from the main ranch and Lucas Blake's ask to have them stay away from the main ranch until after his return.

Luis was slow coming around as he saw what she were trying to do, even pleased with her often-shared smiles and an occasional open hook or button here er there.

It was after their first week being home while she were clearing the dinner table that he'd asked her to join him on their small porch.

When she did, she set in her rocker and him in his high-backed chair. She was special pleased a glass bottle of his brought all the way from Old Mexico tequila set the small table. His favored heavy cup, near full, was at his side and one of her own china cups rested half-filled on her side of the table. She smiled but held her tongue until he started taking soft as he looked at her.

"You have right to know about the past and what brought that pretty boy Blue here."

He held her eyes, maybe waiting for her to say something. When she didn't, he started again.

"That first year after we left home were hard on my brother Mateo n me. We had nothin' but a double-bladed axe n a wide bladed knife, the clothes on our back and that family bible n rosary. There'd been many a hungry night after a long day's work then n most that winter. I do believe Mateo hated it more then I did if that were possible. But we stayed, sometimes him lettin' me eat all that we gatheret or snared. The long comin' spring brought ol' Black Sam to us."

Her husband slow swallowed some from his cup. Debra Ann did the same as she held her husbands troubled eyes.

"Sam were a long-time mountain man; a mulatto freed by his father to a tinker that knew his trade well but lovet his liquor. Fact that Sam favored his mother with his dark skin and negro features solved his father's problem, but not so much Sams. After a few hard years, he simply walket off during one of the tinkers' binges. He was a good man that jist walked away from the hatred folks more often then not sent in his direction. He shared his jerked meat n what he had left of sugar n flour n salt from the winter. He callet his brown n black, broke-eared pack mule Geraldine."

Debra Ann's face soured as she again drank her tequila, mostly for Luis's sake. She kinda liked the burn and growing warmth it sent deep in her belly. She favored Lucas's Lernids, but as a lady she never said so. Both were far better than Luis Tee's harsh homemade liquor.

"For whatever reason, Sam took a likin' to Mateo n started callin' him Buck. He stayed with us a good month n a half er two, teachin' us how to use his traps, make better snares and Buck to shoot his long gun. I swear we each added thirty pounds and growed near an inch during that time. He had us hard workin' on the beaver we trapped. Once we learnet the how to's, we both started worked the trap lines near every day. We skinned those pot lickers, scrapet and slow dried their hides near a low fire, all the time listenin' to tales 'bout Sam's past n the comin' Rocky Mountain Rendezvous. Ol' Sam hunted elk n deer, even bringin' a bear home: draggin' 'em back to us to skin n ready their hides. Like I said before, we both ate well durin' that time."

Luis drained the half-left cup of tequila, refilled it before starting again.

"It seemet a lot quicker then it were and he started packin' for the last leg of his add-vent-chure as he called it. Day before he left, he asket if Mateo n me wanted to tag along. Not havin' much we were ready in a snap of a squirrel's tail."

Debra Ann looked to her teacup n her husband went to half fill it again. She was feeling it, warming her in the coming cool night air.

"Ol' Sam taught us how to pick out a landmark in the far-off in the direction we were headin' n head straight towards it, keepin' an eye behind us markin' another spot that were in line to home. Two weeks it took us. There were maybe fifty, sixty folks: Traders, mountain men, whores; even some Indians, though I didn't know the difference 'tween 'em then. The Indians had some horses n buffalo hides... Even some fox n raccoon; most anything that had a thick, smooth coat they could trade."

Luis looked at his wife and then about before reaching over to run his hand over the top of her thigh. Debra Ann liked it but had to wonder some.

"Finish your telling Old Man."

She half smiled.

"Black Sam made us a deal a day before the Rendezvous endet. He'd winter with us giving us some traps of our own, his old long gun for Buck and a wide bladed steel knife for me. He'd even bought a big ol' used cooking pot for the cabin to sweeten the deal."

Luis ran his eyes over his wife, resettled in his chair and began again.

"The followin' Spring, some weeks after Black Sam got the itch n left, Mateo told me to do somethin'... I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Well, I took offense. Harsh words were said n when Buck begun shoutin' n actin' like our Pa, I hit 'em hard as I could. As he laid there on that dirt floor, I made my decision and lit out. We never saw each other again".

Debra Ann looked into her husband's eyes. She saw his hurt. So, slow moving around the table, she settled in his lap and wiggled her bottom a bit slipping her hand inside her open shirt. The hurt in his eyes changed to need; she wanted some comfort too. A flash of a wide smile under blue eyes n her ready-to-harvest wheat colored hair slid easy onto her face. She lifted Luis's hand n put it on her breast.

"You gonna be able to finish what you start Luis?"

He slow shook his head.

"Only thing I can promise is I want you more than anything in this world Debra Ann.

I been hard on you these last days, right or wrong, but what's done is done. That's all bygones now."

He kissed his wife soft, leaned back a bit and half smiled as he held her eyes.

"Maybe if I took you from behind and lookin' out our bedroom window."

His smile widened some as she slow stood up and took his hand.

"You hoping one of the hands will see what belongs to you naked and doing her wifely duties with her tired old fool of a husband?"

Luis wet his lips.

"Er even two maybe."

Debra Ann soft smiled.

"Then we should leave the curtains open some and the oil lamp burning low."

Luis Tee felt the tightening below. He didn't like the thoughts that ran through his mind much, but loved the feeling of his pecker twitching like it were. Pulling Debra Ann's mouth to his, he kissed her hard and deep. His wife tugged at his tightening nipple.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up him.

"And if one of the hands see us Mr. Tee?"

He lifted his hips into her full, round bottom.

"Maybe I'll ask 'im to join us."

"That what you want Luis. Another man enjoying what belongs to you."

Luis Tee slow stood, cradling his wife in his arms.

"Not exactly for sure what I want Mrs. Tee."

She tasted his liquor-stained mouth again as he pushed the heavy plank door open, nudging it closed with his heel after they got inside. They never broke their kiss as he carried her into the bedroom. He gentle set her to his feet near the end of their bed before cradling her face in his hands.

"You liked that pretty boy didn't you Debra Ann."

She saw the glint in his dark eyes and felt his growing pecker.

"Y-yes."

"Did you like it when Ol' Smoke seen you in the altogether in the kids barn."

She soft smiled as she eased away to light the lamp in their darkened room. She swayed her hips a bit as she lowered the glass chimney and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"I liked what it did to you. We hadn't made love in some time, let alone twice in many years."

She turned to face him, her hands moving slowly over the catch at her neck and then the several buttons in the front of her blue cotton dress. Her man deep sighed.

"It ain't right, me thinkin' the things I do."

"What things are that Luis."

Luis let his eyes fall to the light cotton slipping off her shoulders and then to her hips. The worn chamois followed exposing her heavy, pink nippled breasts. Debra Ann stepped closer to her husband, her hands helping to remove his shirt. She kissed the center of his chest before looking up into his eyes.

"You think any of the hands can see us now Luis? Through our open bedroom window, that light breeze moving the curtains just a bit... Maybe thinking of the things they'd like to do to me."

Debra Ann slid her hand down, running her fingers over her husband's now hard cock.

"Mmmmm... That's nice Luis."

She actually felt her husband tremble when she began loosening his belt; then undoing the five buttons that held his blue material britches closed. Reaching into his half johns, she filled her hand with the throbbing delight.

"You just want the men to see what's yours Mr. Tee?"

Luis watched as his wife slid to her knees. Stared as she slow moved her hand over his pecker. Gasped as she ran her tongue over pulsing head.

Debra Ann paused to look up at him.

"You think their wives suck their cock Luis, like I do yours."

She drew the red tip of his pecker between her lips, tasting the salty clear liquid it offered with her tongue. Easing her face back, she teased again.

"You want to see me do this to someone else Luis. Maybe even let 'em Fuck me..."

Her husband lifted the teasing woman to her feet and turned her to face the end of bed before gentle pushing her forward. Moving quick behind her, he lifted the hem of her dress and tore at her the slit of her bloomers. Filling his hand, he drug his pecker up and down, searching through the damp, tangled mass of hair, found the wet open gash and drove deep into her as soon as his cock dipped into her wet opening...

*

Debra Ann lost what was left of her hard edge after that; the many hands working there taking note and some sharing their lost smiles when she were about. Luis was working closer with them with all the roundin' up and breedin' of mustangs to their jack donkeys. The liquor flowed a bit more often after a long day and the men's talk darkened some. Some hands wondered but didn't question the change in the older man n why the sudden push for mules. Two more hands were sent for, both brothers of those that were already working there.

More wondered about Debra Ann with her now cooking some and sometimes setting the evening meal with the other girls. The few gals working at the ranch were pretty enough, but the blonde-haired blue-eyed woman Debra Ann filled more alone time in their minds with her newfound behaviors. While their minds might have lust filled thoughts, few shared their way of thinking about the Padrone Luis's wife.

When Luis was off gatherin' mares, more then one remaining hand enjoyed the young grandmother changin' into her night clothes n sometimes dressin' in the early mornin' light of sunrise. Her pale full breasts and puffy, light shaded nipples would soft sway, their blood red tips inviting whatever the unseen watchers might imagine. More than once, some noticed the smiles she offered on the days she wore little under her cotton dresses, might be a little more then hello.

Debra Ann now fully understood Tiffany Ann's sinful behaviors. After all those years of being the obedient Christian wife to J.D., setting the example for her girls, being the towns Matriarch... She enjoyed the sideways looks cast in her direction and the thought of other men wanting her; turning their heads away or looking down when she might take note. She didn't need to wait until the wee hours of the morning to touch herself, hiding what she was feeling. She were doing nothing wrong teasing her husband with tall tales, ( some being of what maybe she thought of too ). Luis would never let another man touch her. He liked them looking some, but to gift her to someone like J.D. had: Never...

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Lucas Blake stood on the Promenade deck, front n near center on the dock side of the Cincinatti Queen. From there he could catch an occasional glimpse of Tiffany Ann and Anna Ruth as they moved through the small town of what ever stop they made this early afternoon for wood fuel. Tiffs bright yellow n white dress and Ruths bluebird n black one made their spotting easy. They were shopping for who knew what again. Lucas didn't mind but did have some thought as to how his long-time paramour was slow changing. Tiff had shared how much she enjoyed the proprietors fussing over her n treating her special, and not because of him. She loved the cities they traveled as they'd gathered trinkets along the first leg of their long trip that was soon comin' to an end in Cincinatti and the Grand Hotel.

The Ohio river was running high and a little fast due to the spring melts according to Captain Tilly, slowing their trip just a bit. The breeze was cooler up here, but the black wearing man enjoyed it.

Spring was everywhere and Lucas Blake had always loved the Spring. He favored the Spring in the north where he growed up, the change much different than in and around Winding Creek. Snow mostly filled the Winter, the lakes and some slow-moving rivers and creeks freezing hard enough to walk on. It was that ice being harvested the very reason it was served in the upper decks' lemonade and his Lernids if he asked for it.

As he relit his pipe filled with one of their purchases, he thought about the new night clothes the two ladies had found in Evansville. They'd be shameful If you could find them in Winding Creek, both somewhat the same as Linda Jeans special robe Tiff had fashioned for her. One a red fog that hid little and the other a black mist that hid even less. The ladies had put them on just before dinner arrived wanting to tease some.

Lucas had banished them to the other cabin when dinner was delivered by the three men that now tended most their needs: the two younger nervous, always keeping their eyes down and Samuel, the older gentleman that were respectful but short. Samuel was near always close enough to respond if Lucas sent a look in his direction or poked his head out their cabin's polished mahogany door.

The threesome spent most of their time in their cabin or on the Promenade deck since the shooting. The riverboat was like a small town, with actions lasting longer with the idle time spent on board gossiping. There were few if any secrets here. The men would step wide, averting their eyes if and when Tiffany or Anna Ruth might pass by: even wider on the few occasions Lucas made an appearance.

Lucas sometimes thought of his first riverboat ride some years ago with Mrs. Kaitlyn Taylor. No one knew him or Kate, but it hadn't taken long for tongues to wag and Kate having him escort a young lady of marrying age around the deck before sundown to soften that gossip. That river boat was smaller, but its easy movement and nights with Kaitlyn suited him well. For twelve days they were away from the entire world at night: no problems and the excitement of their short-lived affair. They cuddled and shared their thoughts and dreams.

Now, Lucas was a little troubled with those long shut away thoughts, how they kept reoccurring and the reason why they shared that time together.

Three short blasts from the steam whistle brought Lucas back to the here and now, his eyes searching for what was his. Both ladies were hurrying back to Cincinatti Queen, their dresses held a bit high and a young boy close behind carrying their purchases. He looked to the Pilot house and Captain Tilly acknowledged his thoughts with a touch of his white cap.

More then one man took note of Tiffany Ann and Anna Ruth as they hurried past. Lucas Blake's smile faded when some men and crew on the riverboat slowed, some stopping to enjoy their coming thinking they were unseen...

*

"Will there be anything else Suh?"

Back in their cabin, Samuel held Lucas Blakes eyes as the two women started opening the string tied, brown paper wrapped purchases he'd taken from the boy as they boarded.

"Did you ladies tip that boy?"

Two faces looked toward Lucas, their cheeks coloring a bit as they avoided his eyes.

"I did Suh."

Lucas turned his attention back to the soft speaking Samuel.

"It was just a nickel Suh; the ladies were so happy to return and show off what they'd bought to you Mister Blake."

Lucas winked at the older, wiry man.

"Can you believe these two-gals Samuel..."

Samuel's dark eyes fell.

"...That boy could barely see around the things he was carrying."

"Y-yes Suh."

A silver dollar was flipped through the air, caught as it started its fall to the ground.

"We'll be having dinner at five Samuel. I favor those panfried perch with whatever you suggest. I'd like to know the Captain's arrival time for Cincinatti."

"Y-yes Suh."

The door had barely closed when Tiffany closed the short distance between her and Lucas Blake.

"We found something special for tonight, Lucas."...

*

Lucas sat quiet in his chair two feet from the beds end, his glass of Lernids held by its top, dangling in his fingers. Tiffany Ann stood to his left wearing the black mist, her favored paddle caressing Ruths reddened bottom.

"How many Ruth."

'S-six Sir."

Lucas short nodded. The slap of the round oak paddle was followed by Ruths soft cry. Tiffany turned her lust filled blue eyes and half smiled to her 'husband'. Lucas stared intently at the bright pink of Anna Ruth's raised bottom and the open, swollen entrance to her body. Freshly waxed this very day, Ruth's often enjoyed crease was parted and glistening in the yellow lamp light as she laid face down on her chest and shoulders, her hands bound with the new decorative rope used for drapery hold backs. The thick, soft woven rope was wrapped twice around her wrists and then tied before they were drawn tight back between her parted knees.

The lewd sight was exhilarating.

Ruth's tear-stained face lay on her cheek with her shoulders and breasts pressed snuggly into the fresh changed white linen, her near perfect ass high in the air. Tiffany lowered her face and softly kissed the darkening red skin, first one cheek and then the other, her hand moving slowly up the back one thigh and then down the other.

Lucas Blake met his paramours' eyes and wet the center of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. Tiffany Ann eagerly began to run her tongue through Ruth's leaking, delicate folds. Ruth groaned when she focused her efforts on the extended knot of near white tissue and nerve endings. Tiffany would pause her effort every now and then, opening Ruths slick pussy for Lucas to enjoy as she ran her fingers up and down, then slip inside the twisting woman, searching for yet another climax.

"P-please Lucas... Please..."

Tiffany lightly slapped the whimpering womans ass.

"It's time for Lucas to see what else we bought today."

"T-Tiff... I don't... I don't think I can."

The heavy breasted womans hand fell again, the sound harsh. Ruth began to whimper. Tifany reached with one hand for the long, thin, leather clad box; her other never leaving the whimpering womans hip and back of her thigh. Handing it to Lucas, Tiffany began kissing Ruth's now still bottom. Ruth gasped when she felt Tiff's slippery tongue, first at her pulsing opening and then slowly upward to her tight puckered nether ring.

"Ohhhh."

Rolling her shoulders, Ruth lifted her bottom up and slightly away. Tiff's hand fell sharply on the cheek of her reddened ass. Ruth settled back to her knees as Tiffs tongue resumed its exploration.