*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned: expect to find mistakes.
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Next to Dauber's General Store in Great Oak, Texas was a small dirt alley. Someone had placed a fat log, nearly two and a half feet in diameter and on that fat log, they'd placed a six foot long plank of wood. Mother's would often leave their children outside to play on the teeter totter while they went in to Dauber's to do their shopping.
Kuy Neer, a member of the Ridge Indian tribe carried her three year old daughter, Tey Ogan on her hip. Tey Ogan saw the teeter totter, and saw a lone child, a blonde haired girl listlessly pushing herself up, only to fall back down with a 'plop.'
Kuy Neer smiled and placed Tey Ogan on the other end of the teeter totter. The blonde haired child smiled happily, glad to have another child to play with.
"Amanda! Get off that!" a woman screeched.
A beautiful blonde woman snatched her daughter off the teeter totter, beautiful face twisted in a hateful sneer of contempt at the two Indians. Kuy Neer had to quickly grab onto the board, lest Tey Ogan slam painfully to the dusty ground.
"Amanda, we don't associate with their kind," the woman sneered at Kuy Neer.
"And you call yourself a Christian?" a third woman snarled. "'Whatsoever thou dost to the least of thine brethren, that thou dost unto me' sayeth the Lord."
"Dorothy, you would do well to remember who you're speaking to," the blonde woman snarled to the young red headed woman.
"Good Christian woman, my eye. Just because your quite large rump is parked on a pew every Sunday doesn't mean you will be in Heaven on Judgement Day, Mrs. Patterson," Dorothy Roberts sneered.
Dorothy turned and smiled at the two Indians as she placed her four year old son, Nathan on the other end of the teeter totter. Kuy Neer gave an uncertain smile as she released her hold on the plank.
Tey Ogan laughed as the board slowly dipped down. When her feet reached the dusty ground, she gave a kick with her chubby legs and the board rose up, bringing Nathan down.
"You fixing do some buying?" Dorothy asked Kuy Neer. "We was finished up."
She indicated the two satchels she'd placed on the ground next to the log. Kuy Neer smiled and nodded her head.
"Go on. I'll watch them," Dorothy said.
"Your hair, your hair looks like it is fire," Kuy Neer blurted out.
Dorothy laughed and whipped her head slightly, making her calf length red hair flail around her. Kuy Neer smiled, glad that her comment had not offended the white woman. Slowly, she backed away, leaving the stranger and the two children.
Dorothy admired the Indian woman's Ridge attire. Her breasts were covered by a broad shift of buckskin that went from throat to just underneath her breasts, leaving her belly bare. The buckskin was adorned, decorated with several colored beads, some on fringes that hung down over her bronzed belly.
The Indian woman's crotch and buttocks were hidden from view by a sash that hung over a leather thong in front and back. Her hips and legs were bare; the sash covered only front and rear. The sash too was decorated with decorative beads. When she turned to approach the front of the store, the back flap of the sash whipped up and Dorothy could see that the sash went beneath the woman's buttocks and pubic mound
The Indian's feet were encased in buckskin moccasins, the tops decorated with more colored beads. Dorothy was actually envious; her feet were wedged into her stiff leather boots and the band across her instep was quite tight indeed.
She was also envious of the minimal clothing the mother and child wore. Her own dress and woolen shift were sodden with her sweat; the sun beating down gave no relief from the heat.
"Red devil," Mrs. Patterson snarled as Kuy Neer passed her.
"Sanctimonious hypocrite," Dorothy answered for her new friend.
Kuy Neer went into the mercantile, found the few items she'd hoped for and made her purchases. As she did, she also kept an eye on the window, watching her daughter and the white woman.
"Find what you needing?" the kindly old man asked, eyes not going above Kuy Neer's exposed belly.
"Yes, thank you," Kuy Neer murmured.
"That didn't take long," Dorothy smiled as Kuy Neer quickly approached.
"You, will you have much trouble with that woman?" Kuy Neer asked.
"Hmm? Oh, Mrs. Patterson? No, she thinks because her husband is the Preacher she has some authority around here," Dorothy smiled, placing her hand on Kuy Neer's upper arm. "Like a toothless dog. All barking and no biting."
"The Reverend? With the beard?" Kuy Neer asked, hands indicating a thick beard around her beautiful face.
"Yes, that's him," Dorothy agreed.
Kuy Neer laughed, a musical laugh. The Reverend may say that the Ridge Tribe were 'red devils' and that their comfortable attire was sinful, shameless. But for all his talk, The Reverend Patterson spent quite a bit of time around Neh Rii's wigwam.
Nathan decided he'd had enough of playing on the teeter totter so both women grabbed their children. With a smile and a wave, Kuy Neer turned to leave.
"I've got coffee; do you drink coffee?" Dorothy said.
"You will, you would have an Indian? In your home?" Kuy Neer asked, surprised.
"Of course," Dorothy said, pale features wrinkled in confusion.
Dorothy picked up her two satchels, then swung Nathan onto her left hip. Kuy Neer hefted her own child and followed as Dorothy walked the wooden walkway toward the main path of Great Oak. At the main path, she turned left and Kuy Neer followed. Dorothy then unlocked a door of a small wooden home and ushered Kuy Neer and Tey Ogan inside.
The children were put on a cloth rug in the large room and Nathan and Tey Ogan played with some of Nathan's toys. They were crude wooden toys, carved representations of horses and people and cows and even a wooden locomotive.
"Oh!" Kuy Neer marveled as she watched Dorothy pump some water into the porcelain basin.
Dorothy smiled and filled a tall cylinder with water. That tall cylinder was placed onto the potbellied stove in the corner. Dorothy placed some rich smelling grounds into a metal basket, then submerged the basket into the water.
"And in about ten minutes, we'll have coffee," Dorothy smiled.
Both mothers sat and watched the two children playing, talking animatedly as they 'herded' the cattle onto the locomotive.
"The, your, how you're dressed," Dorothy blurted.
"This?" Kuy Neer asked, actually flipping the hem of her coverlet up, exposing her chest.
Kuy Neer had two quite large breasts. The dusky mounds were capped with dark brown areolae, two thick nipples. Dorothy stared at Kuy Neer's chest as Kuy Neer smoothed down the soft garment.
"You, you're not afraid to wear that?" Dorothy asked.
