The Run.

cont.


As the men approached and neared the fire, they hailed the banker and asked to come on in. They knew that there were more people around somewhere, having seen the horses at picket in the miniscule clearing just fifty paces beyond the fire. The banker said nothing, as his nose was throbbing with the latest pain that crazy woman had caused him. The others stepped quietly from the all pervading darkness of the fragrant pine forest with guns drawn in anticipation of what certainly could be danger.

" What you-all need here?" Lonnie asked. The men looked around to see who was posing the query. " Well, mister, all we need is some of that coffee, if you can spare some." The friends slowly relaxed after having looked the three over, but kept their guns in hand. " And a spot for our bedrolls. We don't want no trouble. We been ridin' pretty hard all day. A little coffee and some sleep is what we're needin." Eventually the three strangers settled in around the fire among the friends and relaxed. It pays to make no mistakes in a land where everyone carries firearms and many would just as soon shoot and ask questions later. Never know.

After some introductions, fifteen minutes or so of polite palaverin' --and coffee, Becky walked up to the fire carrying her recently washed clothing. " WHAT THE HELL!!," one of the men said as the three all jumped up and backed away. They continued to back away with startled looks. As startled as a bunch of men could possibly be, when what they've seen - a completely naked, very tall and breathtakingly beautiful woman materialize from the forest. Confusion reigned. They looked at the friends to see if this was real or imagined." Now who you people be?" Becky asked, not bothering to cover any of herself. The men could say nothing yet. "Is this a dream or what," one of the men asked. " No, this ain't no dream. I' be real, alright. I'm a'gonna' dry my clothes and y'all need to tend to that there coffee 'ya got goin. Otherwise, I'm a'gonna lose my temper and you ain't wanna' see that." " That's my wife, brother. And she ain't foolin you none," Josh said to the dumfounded men. Stunned silence. Then--"them eyes--are you Becky Pearson? If you are, you folks and especially you, miss, are the talk 'a the mountains," he said, as he tried to look anywhere other than at Becky. Leastways, not for too long. Good god, he thought. I have never been witness to somethin' like this. " They'll never forget you in Sonora, I can tell 'ya that. What with that big feller you killed and all." " Yeah, well fuck him. He weren't no good fer nobody nohow. Somebody draw me some coffee." " What seemed like three or four people jumped up to fetch this woman--or was she a girl--a big tin cup of coffee. The strangers could not look away from her as she dressed herself. Might never see such a woman again under these strange circumstances. Or any for that matter.

Everyone was pretty settled down and small talk was on the agenda for the rest of the evening. One of the strangers started in on a story. " Damndest thing I ever," --he stopped himself, looked at Becky --"second damndest thing I ever saw, with all due respect, mam. We got out of town--Sonora, that is, and we come across some horses feeding in a little meadow there and they looked plum tuckered out. They were slick with sweat like they'd been running for miles. But the weird thing was--well, there was somethin' what looked like legs and half of a body swinging from underneath them horses! I mean what used to be men--they were just beat to shit and hangin' there. We tried to catch them horses, but they were skittish as all get out. Never saw nothin' like it. Poor bastards didn't stand a chance." Silence. Then -"Hmmm. Musta' done somethin to piss someone off, I reckon. Don't pay to fuck around with folks ya' don't know, does it," Becky said, looking directly at the strangers. " No mam, I guess it don't." " The man felt a shiver up his spine as he tried to look back at Becky. He could not hold her gaze and abruptly rose and said he believed he'd check on their horses. He went off into the dark, thinking about what he had seen a short time ago. He leaned against a tree, undid his trousers and withdrew himself. I might never see that one again--but she can't get away from the inside of my head. Least, I hope not.

 

Keep up the good work Scratcho! Thanks again Bro. :2thumbsup:

 

What excellent (late, late) Sunday night reading!

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Thanks again Scratcho.

 

cont.


Josh and Becky had folded their bedrolls together, then had climbed in and snuggled up to one another. It seemed so right to now sleep as one, each folded into the arms of the other. Josh gently rubbed her back as she reached for his to return the favor. " You gonna' let that prick of a banker of'n the hook despite his actions," Josh whispered in her ear. Becky licked his ear gently and whispered in turn, " Not fuckin' likely. But we need him some, up until we get ta' where we need ta' be. " That's what I figgered." 'N by the way--Lonnie taught me -despite-. How you like that'n?" " Yeah. That's a goodin," she whispered back. She reached for his manhood and gently rubbed him as they talked quietly, which was a sure sign to him that he should return the favor. Not that that would be a problem. He did so. Her pubic hair was extensive and as soft as the kisses of a butterfly. He enjoyed very much rubbing the growth and the area just below that began to become wet with his touch. The three strangers had moved off far enough from them to lay their bedrolls out for the night, so their soft conversations went unheard by all but the two of them.

It was no easy task to consummate the desire that burned through them in the double bedrolls, but then she rolled on top of Josh and put her full weight on him and thus guided him into her body. She then began the slow movements that first brought them the joy of their first coupling. " I love you, Josh. I love you. You feel so good inside me--it's where you belong." " Josh returned the endearment and agreed that that was certainly the case. He wondered fleetingly if her recent woman-time of the month would still preclude a pregnancy as she had mentioned. The thought rapidly passed and flew away with the enthusiastic movements of his loved one. He was lost in the smell and taste of her as she moved to please him and to pleasure herself as well.

Josh had wondered if the others enclosed in their bedrolls nearby could hear their activity, but he knew that Becky could in no way care less about what anyone thought, even if they were in the open and in broad daylight. God, what a woman, he thought, even as she moved him to an extreme of pleasure with her steady movements. She moved for herself as well and when her body began to shiver and jerk, Josh let himself release. She could hear him sigh and feel his release and redoubled her efforts to make it special for him. It was for the both of them.

They lay tightly together now, the control of their breathing beginning to return. Josh was mildly exhausted and Becky was ready for more when she knew that he could regain his erection. She has proven to be a woman that is always ready for more of just about anything and everything, including the coupling with her friend and lover.

They however, fell asleep and when they awoke, they were alone. Their horses were gone, as were their friends. And of course, the strangers they had allowed to join them the previous night were nowhere to be seen.

 

Oh My GOODNESS!!!

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Oops.


Hi Lynn and thanks Scratcho. Hope you both have a safe and healthy holiday season. You too Ranger.

 

I'd like to thank all who've stuck with my flight of fancy, lo these past months. Silly, I suppose, but I love Becky and have enjoyed bringing her from a little one to the absolute terror she can be as an ---was 'gonna say adult, but---you know. I'm not done and neither is she. Thanks Lynn, Spectacles and now Ranger for hangin' in with Becky and friends. Don't know who the others may be that check in without comment, but thank you. Much fun for me.

I have much respect for women and their relative positions in societies around the world. It's usually the shit-end of the stick for many women and it's apparent by my musings---I don't care for it. At any rate---there'll be NO shit stick for my Becky. In fact-----well--you'll see.

Merry xmas and happy new year to you all-------Joel

 

I wish you all a peaceful and safe holidays.

 

Thanks Bro and everyone have safe and happy holidays.

 

I need to chime back in and say (first) Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you, Joel, Specs, and Ranger.

I've truly enjoyed every word and every adventure I've taken with Becky, Josh - and now crew. :2thumbsup: What a spectacular group of people you've found, Joel. I look quite forward to our future adventures.

 

Thanks a bunch, Lynn. It's been fun. Just taking a break--at least that's what I hear!

 

Breaks are good, just remember to not leave us hanging.

 

cont.

She felt beside her in the bedrolls and now Josh was gone also. She leapt into action, but had no idea where or exactly what to do. The tracks that she could see, were heading in the direction in which they were initially traveling and she immediately began running and following them. She felt as if she was running in sand --she was somehow running slower and slower. Low hanging branches that intruded on the trail whipped her face again and again and she could feel blood on her cheeks. She could hear the horses just ahead of her, in her futile attempt to catch them, but she still was running slower and slower. Almost as if running in place. She could hear mocking laughter coming from just beyond each bend of the trail, mingling with the gunshots that were fired back at her.

She finally collapsed in a heap onto the trail and began to sob as warm tears ran wet down her face. As the group ahead faded from her range of hearing, it was over and she knew it.

"BECKY! BECKY!" Josh was shaking her rather violently and she sat straight up, her heart pounding and her breath coming in short gasps. " Jesus, Becky--wake up! Wake up! What's wrong? BECKY! "Ok. Ok. Wait. Just wait." A few minutes passed, as Josh held her with reassurances that she was just having some kind of a nightmare. Her breathing slowed, her heart rate was returning to normal and she let Josh gently ease her back down. " Damn, Becky. You were thrashin' around like the devil was after ya'. " Yeah. Yeah, I'm Ok now. I don't dream much, but that'n was bad." Silence for a time. " As you know, my Ma has a hankerin' for figgerin' out the dreams folks has, and she ain't much wrong on her figgerin' 'em out fer the folks she bothers with. Don't know how she does it, but I take stock in it." ", Yeah, I know, honey. What do you think yours meant, with all that thrashin' and kickin' and such?" Becky took her time answering his question, as she always did. Just like her Pa, when things weren't so simple and needed time to think on.

" I think ma would say it were about separation. Lookin' on it now, that's what I be thinkin'. We got 'ta be right careful comin' up, Josh. Keep a close eye on our friends. Somthin' ain't exactly right, and I don't know what it be."

Lonnie, who had taken the last watch, came down out of the hidey-hole he had kept watch from. He built up the fire and put some coffee on for the others. " Mornin'. How'd yall sleep," he asked in a cheerful way, as the others began to stir. " Good. Becky said. Real good," she said as she looked at Josh. " We need 'ta move. And soon."

 

Good ta see Becky back! ...errrr...You too Scratcho

 

Thanks Scratcho.

 

Oh my...

:2thumbsup: :sunny: :hurray:

 

Was going to see what Becky and the others were doing today-------spent most of the day impersonating a moron foolin' with the computer. I will say--it was a damn good impersonation!! I'll check on 'em tomorrow.

 

Well, I'm surely waiting - with anticipation - on the antics of my favorite couple and their crew. :2thumbsup:

 

Waiting :toetap05: (im)patiently.


Just kidding.