I had heard the shooting for several miles and knew someone was putting up one hell of a battle. My guess was Apaches and some remote ranch they had discovered. I rode up over the next ridge and down a tree line. I could see the ranch. An older man lay dead in the yard. Someone was shooting from the barn and someone from the house. The barn was afire but not ablaze yet. An Indian was crawling near the barn out of site of the house.
He moved suddenly and darted for the door of the barn. I saw him dive in the door way and he soon drug a red headed woman out into the yard. He was joined by a second brave and they made quick work of the cotton dress she wore.
Her body was stark white, her breasts large and hips full. A ripe young woman for their fun. Her screams brought a young man from the house to try to save her from their passion. The two who had her in their grasp had already stripped their loin clothes off and the erect penises were lusting for her loins.
Several others had caught the young man and he was quickly stripped of his clothes too. They drug the naked young man to a wagon sitting next to the barn and tied his arms to the rear wagon wheel and spread his legs wide out in front of him. They brought the naked woman over in front of him. A brave sat in the dirt naked feet meeting the white man's feet perfectly.
They the drug the woman over and sat her on the braves lap her legs spread to match his. They impaled her on his erection so the white man could see his penis fully up inside the woman. And he had to watch as the man fucked her in front of him. They were having good fun with them both.
I moved in closer and closer to the action. So far I had seen only seven braves which was six more than I wanted to be this close to. I knew the red head was more safe than her man was until they had all had their fun with her. But the man would be in bad trouble as soon as they tired of teasing him with her.
One of the braves was very busy trying to tease him. He was groping his penis while making him watch his woman being fucked three feet from him. I am sure as upset as he was by what was happening to her, he was still somewhat turned on watching her being fucked. Her man was semi excited with her being used by them right in front of him.
The brave tired of his teasing of her man abruptly cut his throat before her eyes. He watched them start to work on the woman much more brutally. The first two had used her and they relieved the two watching on guard so they could partake in fun with her too. I got to these two quickly and they died with out any noise.
The smart thing to have done when I saw there were seven of them would have been to circle and ride the other way. And to do so fast. I eased out around the barn just as the man who had just finished fucking the Red Head was pissing on the door of the barn and my knife cut his throat before he could yell. Four left and they were all busy with their fun with the woman.
I moved around as close as I dared and stepped out beside them as they worked on her. Three of them had their skinning knives out and were beginning to work on her as the fourth fucked her. My six gun rolled steady as they died. I grabbed her hand and we ran for their horses. Her cuts were very minor and reserved to her breasts. They hadn't gotten serious yet.
I put her naked ass on the nearest pony and I mounted the next and we swung out by the barn as I went by i grabbed my own horse as we went by and I led her up the tree line I had come down. I put as much distance as we could from the ranch. I did pause to ask if we were leaving any one hidden at her ranch. With tears in her eyes she shook her head.
We ran for it as I knew other Indians were near I had seen tracks of several bunches. Some may have been near enough to have heard my shots getting her away alive. So we had to get out of the area as fast as we could. I never imagined riding with a completely naked beautiful woman but I didn't even want to take time to find something to cover her with.
When I was sure we had several miles between us and the ranch I pulled up in the shade of a cut in a bank and dug my slicker out from behind my saddle. I told her to mount my saddle house to ride or she would be sore from the back of the Indian pony.
We ran. But I made smart moves to stay as safe as we could. Each time I crossed tracks we swung wide and drifted the other way. I knew we were drawing closer to safety each move I made. I finally led her out of the deeply infested area and we rode up to a trading post that had enough defenders in the area to be considered safe. We rode up to the front of the post early evening and dismounted. I had my saddle horse and five Indian ponies.
The scumbag who ran the post was standing on the porch of his store.
"What ya, got here Carson?"
"I have five ponies to sell Wilson and a young woman who has been abused by the Apaches."
"Well if the red devils have been at her she's perfect for my back room here. Get down Dear and slip the slicker off so I can see you. We might make some money together."
