I was born in a two-room cabin in the Smokey Mountains and lived there until I was, 20. That was when my brother Clem and I decided to go west. We had trapped and hunted our whole lives. We learned you didn't shoot unless you needed the kill, and you didn't kill unless you needed it to live and then you used every little bit of it.
We saved every dime we could and made every dime count. Clem had him a real gal friend. I had me an everybody gal friend. As far as Clem knew his girl May Sue was very selective about her male friends. Only two or three others were fucking her. My gal friend likes men and everybody I know has fucked my gal lots. Kitty has been in the bushes with lots of the guys. She has even been there with some of the married guys.
I can tell you I knew she would be well taken care of so when I forked my horse I did not feel badly. I can say that Kitty hung on me some sayin she was going to miss my cock as it is one of the larger ones she'd enjoyed to date. Clem stepped right up in his saddle and rode off without one look back. He had been told that Ollie Turner had been poking May Sue behind his back steadily for some time and he just cut out with me following.
We rode west through Kentucky and into St. Louis. I traded my old single shot rifle in on one of them new Henry repeater's. We planned to shoot us some Buffalos and make us some money. We rode on west onto the slow rolling plains and began to see a few of the big shaggy creatures. Slowly we began to run into a few groups of hunters. Finally, we came upon a group we found to our liking.
There were 5 men we talked to who were looking for a couple more shooters. The leader of the group was a man of around fifty. Mason Goodly was nis name. He had two Indian women he seemed to own, who were skinners. An older woman who seemed to be his that was a very good skinner and a young woman who was learning and becoming very good. He openly shared the two women with the rest of the men sexual. He called his woman Buckskin. It is hard for me to say she was good looking. She was not. But she had a hard fit body with nice hips and small hard breasts. And the men all said she could pull the skin off your dick if she tried to.
Both women were shared by all. Pretty Deer was just that. A very pretty young woman. Mason was interested in trading Pretty Deer to one of us if we joined them.
"Why do you wish to do that Mason?"
"Pretty Dear is more trouble than I care about having. She keeps my guys stirred up all the time. Two of them like to fuck her every night and she teases them. To the point they are ready to fight. Al Moore is the best hunter and skinner, next to Buckskin. Tad Barr is jealous of him fucking Pretty Deer all the time. I don't want my hunters fighting."
I had an old pistol in my bed roll and Mason didn't own a handgun. I handed it to him and as he looked it over, I offered it to him for Pretty Deer. He placed it in his belt and shook my hand.
"Done deal you are now her owner."
I looked over at my brother and he rolled his eyes at me. Mason firmly told the rest that she now belonged to me. And I got a hard stare from both his men. Clem and I began shooting that afternoon. We dropped 23 animals and we quit. Then we began to skin what we had just shot. I skinned 11 and Clem skinned the other twelve. Then I set to roasting the best cuts of two of them and we began to jerky one animal.
We had finished some time before the rest quit shooting and the girls were busy still skinning. Mason was a bit upset we had only killed the 23 we had down, they had over 40 downed animals and the girls were not halfway done. His men were cleaning up.
"What is the deal you only put down 23 animals? We shot 41 and you may not hold up your end of our deal?"
I turned hard on him.
"No Mason you may not be who we care to hunt with. We shot and skinned our animals. And we have two animals roasted for dinner tonight with wild onions and potatoes. Plus, we have one animal mostly jerked ready to use. And you and your men are standing around watching the women do all the work. And one of the skinners, now belongs to us."
Mason didn't take me well and turned to face me, his hand dropped to where the gun I had traded him was. He turned stone white as he looked down the big round hole in the end of my gun.
"A lesson my friend. Don't you ever try to run a bluff on these mountain boys. We did twice the work your boys did today, and you know it. Now you get your boys off their asses and back to work skinning and we will pitch in and help you finish before dinner. Or we can pack up and be gone."
He smiled and nodded.
"You have a good point Jeb, and you are kind of sudden."
"Not near as sudden as my brother. Had you tried to pull that on Clem you'd be dead now."
We pitched in and helped them skin out the animals they had shot and finished up our meal. I could see that Buckskin was going to be very busy after a long hard day at work as the men pulled her over to the side and quickly stripped off her dress. They were eyeing Pretty Deer as I eased her over between Clem and my blankets. She quickly turned to me.
"We share blankets now?"
"No Pretty Deer, it has been a long hard day of work, so you go to your blankets to sleep tonight."
"You no find me of interest for blankets?"
I heard my brother invite her to share his blankets then.
"Ummmmm, you find me of interest for your blankets."
From the sounds they both made I was sure they both enjoyed the blankets they shared. And I fell asleep before they'd finished. The following days were more of the same day light until way after dark.
Pretty Deer continued to share my brothers' blankets and they both seemed happy with it. The wagons filled up and it was time to sell off the hides. Clem and I rode along behind the wagons as they slowly rolled toward town. Mason and Buckskin rode on ahead. Pretty Deer rode up in the middle wagon with two of the guys. We had not gone far when I saw that she was soon naked and pulled down in the hides by the guy in back with her.
"Jeb, I do believe Mat Janson is fucking your Indian."
"Well shit Clemit, you been the one fucking her. So, I kind a believe she's your Indian."
"Might be so, but they were all fucking her before we come along. Been a while since they had any of her. My bet is they all fuck her before we get to town."
"Recon so they will. Well, she's your Indian so if you don't mind I recon they won't hurt much, and she seems willing."
"She does at that. Might have missed all of them cocks. Kind of nice to have a break from her."
I just shook my head. We got into town after they had all enjoyed her some. We met Mason in the saloon for a drink. He passed over a hand full of cash witch I counted quickly and it seemed about what I'd figured.
"So you boys going back out with us?"
"No Mason, Clem and I figure to move on over into those big mountains over west of here. We been gone from mountains a while now and we need some time in them again."
"Figured maybe? You wanta sell the squaw back to me. She is a good skinner. Learned lots from you boys. Boys missed fucking her."
I looked over at my brother and he shook his head.
"Do believe Clem would miss her in his blankets."
"Figured that too. You boys take care, been a pleasure."
He walked out. The three of us rode out the next morning. We rode into some of the most beautiful country in the world in the next week. And we found a small town right on the edge of the great mountains called Eagles Nest. We went into the one saloon in the town. I was not sure about Pretty Deer going in too? But I didn't want her standing out on the street. A very large man with a handle -bar -mustache met us at the bar.
"I am the owner of this place Ike Morgan. Pretty young woman you have here. I am looking for new young women."
He walked over next to Pretty Deer and reached over and slipped his hand inside of her loose blouse and fondled her bare breast.
"I would be very interested in ownership of this young woman. Care to sell her?"