Heading West, Part 2
Chapter I : Slavers
Jack wiped the sweat from his eyes and peered ahead through the heat waves blowing across the prairie. He was regretting wearing his buckskin pants today, although he was without a top and his chiseled pecs shown with perspiration. It had been three, long hot days since they left the waterfall. He knew water lay ahead and they badly needed to refill their dwindling reserves. He waved to Lsa who was just north of him. She cantered over to him and he pointed ahead and explained that a creek should lay over the next small rise. She took the lead, and he held back so he could admire her tight backside draped in her loincloth. It was all she wore except for her moccasins and a bit of paint on this hot, dry day. Her long ponytail draped bewitchingly down her naked back, drawing his eyes southward.
He was so engrossed that he almost ran into her as she came to a sudden halt. Gesturing frantically to him, she slid off her horse and tugged it to the ground by it's woven halter. Jack hurriedly followed suit before asking her what she'd seen. "There's people down at the creek. It looks like they have a wagon and mules and a few horses." She whispered, as she shaded her eyes and peered over her horse's chest. Jack pulled a small brass telescope from his saddlebag and extended it to eyeball the situation.
"I see three men and two women. The women's hands are tied and their feet are hobbled. The men look like they're drinking and whooping it up. I'd bet anything they're slavers, looking to sell or trade the ladies to the Indians." Jack said. Lsa growled in response. She had good reason to hate white men who traded women. There was money to be made by trading the girls for Indian souvenirs and selling the trinkets back east. People loved the items and would pay top dollar for an original blanket or tomahawk. Meanwhile, the poor women were stuck in a life of rape, unending work and misery. They put their heads together and formulated a plan. Lauri and Ty were too far back to be of much help and it would be turning dark soon. Jack would approach the men and get a feel for what was going on while Lsa would sneak in close and get ready to support him if needed.
Jack nearly made it right into camp before he was noticed by one of the drunk men. The tallest and also ugliest man saw him and snatched up his rifle.
"Hold it right there, Stranger! What are you doing sneakin' up on us like that?" He slurred. Jack quickly flicked his eyes at the ladies and noticed that both of them were looking at him hopefully, with desperation in their eyes.
"I noticed from aways out that you have a couple beautiful fillies here and I was hoping you'd be willing to sell them to me!" He said cheerfully.
"No way, Pal. Them womens are spoken for by a Chief up the creek here a few miles. We're gonna deliver them tomorrow after we have a bit of fun with them. The older one might up a good fight and the young one will get her cherry busted for her first time tonight. We're gonna roll dice to see who gets her!" He said with an evil leer while his two compadres cheered and laughed in the background. Jack could tell that the men were drunk but not terribly so. They had a quick awareness in their eyes and the two followers were slowly moving towards their firearms. He glanced again at the women, noticing that they were both real easy on the eyes despite being filthy and dressed in tattered blouses and skirts. All hope had gone from their eyes when they realized mistakenly that Jack was in the market for slave girls. He felt bad but had to keep up the game.
"Hey Pardner, eyes off the women!" The ugly one barked out and raised his rifle to aim at Jack's head. Just then he sprouted an arrow in his right eye and went down like he was poleaxed! The other two men stood stunned, in surprise. Jack pulled his pistol, fired, and took one man down, and was swinging on the other when Lsa's second arrow took him right in his open, yelling mouth. A triumphant battle cry rang out as she ran into camp and into Jack's arms. The two women were crying out in excitement and joy at the death of their captors.
Freeing himself from Lsa, Jack quickly cut the women loose and they hugged him delightedly. He couldn't help but notice how attractive they were. The older one appeared to be about 38 or 40 years old and had lovely huge, firm breasts and an amazing ass to match. She had a beautiful head of brunette, wavy hair. The young lady was 18 or 19 and was just a slip of a girl with fine features and long, straight, nearly platinum blonde hair. Lsa rudely pinched his ass to break his admiring gaze from the two beauties.
"Whoa there, Stud." She whispered with a giggle. "How's about you saying something?"
He politely introduced Lsa and himself.
"I'm Julie" the older lady said.
"And I'm Mary!" The younger piped in as she she stared up at Jack, already enamored with his rugged good looks and hulking figure. They also were agog at Lsa. With her firm, naked breasts on full display and her face smeared with paint, she looked like quite the beautiful, wild woman.
Interrupting their staring at Lsa, Jack asked them how they'd gotten in their situation. Julie explained that they had been en route to Santa Fe when the men attacked late in the night, killing her husband, burning their wagon and kidnapping the women. They'd even scalped her husband so anybody that passed by would blame the attack on Indians. "That's terrible!" Lsa broke in. "You've been through a horrible ordeal!"
"I'm more concerned about my niece, Mary." Julie explained. "She's so young!"
Mary rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, Aunt Julie. It was really quite an adventure! Besides, Uncle Ebenezer was a bit of a prick." She giggled.
"Have some respect for the dead, young lady!" Julie cried out, nearly in tears.