The Run.

Oh. My. God. After/during the last 1st installment (ha - post #238) the hairs were standing up on my arm! NOW...my lord, I am just crazy about Becky (and Josh) but the hairs have settled, for the most part.

Thank you, Joel, my friend, for giving me these people (and words) I so enjoy, especially after a long aft/night at work.

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Thanks Scratcho.

 

Thanks Scratcho!

 

You three make me want to continue. Thank you so much!

 

Readin, and readin,,, I ain't done er yit but I will be ifin I spend enough time on the porch with ma ipad that is,,, hahaha


Great story scratcho, love the characters especially Becky, she's my kinda chic with my kinda attitude. Will keep reading and catch up to here soon.

Cheers Sally.

 

Thanks Sally. And the Flea too.

 

They finished their beers, left the bartender a five dollar tip and squinted into the bright August sunshine outside. " Pretty good tip you left that ol' boy, honey." " Yeah, fuck it. I won that there money fair and square. Course I had to kill me a big-ass rude sumbitch to git' it." "Wish I'da seen that,"Josh said. " Think I coulda' taken him?" She thought about his question a bit. "No. Don't think so. I couldna' rassled him either. He'da squeezed the life outta me, mos likely. He was a huge man. Had to take him out quick. Well, you know--like that thievin' bastard up to Jackson." " You're like a snake, honey. Sometimes I can't even see you move when you DO move. Tell you what though. I sure do like it when you move on me," he said with a grin. " She giggled. " Tell ya' what, boy. A-fore we take this here dough back down there to them bankers--let me see somethin." She kneeled before him and began to unbutton his well worn britches.

He said " You can see anything I got, Becky. And as long as ya' don't hurt me, you can do anything ya' want to me too." She withdrew his now lengthening manhood and began to stroke him gently as she looked up into his face to watch him react to her soft touch. She had certainly learned how to give him maximum pleasure during their years of swimming and being together in the slough as they grew from little kids to teenagers. And mostly without clothing. They had come to know each others bodies in the most intimate of ways through experimentation. She knew exactly what to do to drive her man into the realm of ultimate pleasure.

After some minutes, she took him into her mouth and gently began to work on him, moving up and down gently, all the while watching him react. His breathing quickened and he got that look on his face that she loved to see. Her bodys' reaction to him was evident to her now and she could feel her womanhood beginning to issue forth the natural lubricant that would facilitate an entry. She was going faster now and pressing more tightly on his shaft as far down as she could, still watching his reactions. Soon his knees started shaking and he was saying things to her that he would never say under different circumstances. She enjoyed rendering him weak with pleasure as she mouthed him and finally he reached the point of release. He began to spurt again and again as she watched his face contort into a mask of pleasure. She swallowed his ejaculate eagerly, as her own pleasure began the ascent to a place that she knew would lead her to a release of her own.

She giggled as she rose to take him into her arms and then began to kiss him hard on the mouth. Oh, he tasted so good top and bottom, she thought. She then decided to tell him that very fact so that he could hear it for himself. And she meant it. They lay down on a blanket he spread, so they could rest for a time and so that he could recuperate from being drained mentally and physically. After fifteen minutes or so, Becky whispered, " My turn." " Oh, you bet, young lady. A few more minutes and you're gonna' pay fer what you done to me." " I'm countin' on it, boy."

 

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Arrrrright, here we go,,, woohoooo! Give it to us Good!

 

What a fine good morning that was.

 

He knew "his" woman was as fine an example of feminine pulchritude as could be imagined. He would never have expressed the idea in those terms, though. Neither of them were educated much, as their daily lives with their respective farming and horse breaking and the pleasures taken therefrom as they matured, had taken the place of any desire for formal learning. But he knew that it was true about Becky "lookin damn fine." He'd certainly seen the results of that fact in the way men looked at her with lust in their hearts. He also knew what happened to a few of those lustful men when they allowed their lust to manifest physically toward her. It had happened a few times and there had always was a payment to be made for such transgressions. Serious payment. Best to keep such lustful thoughts in the heart, if one valued his safety and well being around Becky Pearson-Hays.


He began to rub her body gently as far down as he could reach and each time he returned to her breasts and began to kneed the both of them firmly, as she liked. She liked the flicking of his tongue on her well formed breasts, but perhaps not as much as he did. He figured he was getting much the better of it. Her naked presence drove him wild with desire, but he made sure that he always took longer than seemed necessary to stroke and kiss her in the ways she desired. He eventually moved to her pubic mound and the inside of her thighs with the flicking of his tongue and she reacted by uttering things that she would never have said to anyone else. She began to thrust her body up and down in concert with his efforts. He tasted and smelled the subtle, earthy smell of her and was fully erect once more

She was bucking and writhing at his ministrations and was fast reaching the zenith of her pleasure. " Motherfucker------oh motherfucker!" Josh could not help himself. At her lust filled exclamation, he burst forth with laughter and she soon followed! He rolled over beside her and continued to laugh, as did Becky. She realized that in order to finish what he had started, it would have to be done by her, as she laughed and stroked herself to completion, with some difficulty.

When the laughter had died down, Josh said, " You know honey, in all the time spent around men listening to them talk about women, how they act and how they react to different --uh--situations, I ain't never heard of no one --not one man ever say a woman hollered motherfucker while bein' --uh--" " Gettin' fucked? said Becky?" " They started laughing some again and Josh noticed that Beckys face had actually turned red.

"Well, now. Looky here---, using Beckys expression again---I ain't never seen you embarrassed before. Damndest thing I ever seen!" The laughter finally died out and they lay together enjoying the warmth of their embrace, as their eyes locked.

" I love lookin' in your eyes, honey. Reminds me of somethin' I ain't never told ya' before. Once in Gibsons, I was in the back fingerin' around on some saddles, just to----" She interrupted him--" Why Ted Wison makes all our saddles. What were-------" " Hold up. That ain't the point, Becky. She smiled and was quiet. " That fool whose jaw you broke when you was twelve was up in front there, talkin' to some other folks and your name came up." She perked up at that and he continued. " They was given him a bad time, with some good natured ribbin' , but he was takin' it pretty good. So then he gets real serious and says, " Listen here. Y'all might think it's funny and all, but none a' you ever looked in them eyes like I did." They quieted down some and he knew he had their attention. " Lookin in that right eye a' hers was like bein' looked right through. A few of them nodded. After all, she had grown up there and this was not big news. He continued and the others were paying strict attention. " But lookin in that left eye of hers was -- was -- was like lookin' down a well in the dead a' night. I'll never fergit it, I can tell ya' that. Like lookin' inta' hell, is what it was." " Then when I came up front and he saw me, he skedadlled right on out a' there. Probably figgered you was in there someplace. I seen him run before, when he saw you a'comin'.

Becky sighed and the thought crossed her mind that people were sure foolish. " let's get that money and get on down there. I'm ready to get home. Ain't you?" " Sure enough, sweetheart. Les' go."

 

Josh retrieved the bag that had been a temporary home to the bees that had been so efficient at driving the thieves away from their hiding place outside of Jackson. Now it was chock full of stolen money, soon to be returned to its rightful place in the bank. Becky didn't really like giving much of anything to a bank with the name Kansas attached to it. This whole damn trip had had its origins in men from Kansas coming west with a long held grudge against the Missourians. Nothing would ever even out on this deal, but the two hundred pounds of gold that belonged to the Kansas State bank would be a start.


Tying their mounts to the hitching rail in front of the bank, they dismounted and stepped inside to return the money. They saw that everyone in the bank, the same ones as were there the previous day, was seated and did not have much to say, apparently. Something didn't feel right. No one greeted them or rose to take the money bag that Becky held in her left hand. Josh sensed a tenseness in the men and began to move deeper into the bank, albeit casually. Becky sensed it also and kept the shotgun at the ready, but did not actually point it at any one person.

Josh suddenly dove to his right, simultaneously pulling his Colt and shot a man in the back of the seated bankers. All the men jumped up and moved away from the man in the back that had taken a bullet to the chest and now lay still. Becky had dropped the money bag and had put the big shotgun on full point now. " What the hell," Becky said, directed at Josh. " I seen that mans face back there and I seen him holding a gun out and on that man in the back. That mirror back there was right useful. That sumbitch is--was-- one a' them thieves from Jackson." He turned to the men that moved quickly away from the dead man and asked what was going on here.

"That fellow had the drop on us and he was waiting on you folks to bring that money back to us. There's some others with him that are waiting over at the stables. They were going to take that money and kill the both of you. Least that's what that fellow said. " Is that right," Becky said. I'll tell you what, gentlemen. Until this god-damned bank is somehow safe, we'll be keepin' this here money. I don't know who in the hell is in charge around here," she said as picked up the money bag. "Cmon--les' get outta' here, Josh," she said as she backed up towards what used to be a doorway. " Hey, you can't just walk out of here with the banks money. There's going to be trouble if you do." " Theys' trouble right now and theys been trouble ever since we left home weeks ago. So that ain't nothin' new. But theys' gonna' be trouble right here n' now ifn' ya'll try to stop us. You get that, mister." " Looking down the big double barrel shotgun pointed in their general direction, gave the speaker some clarity on her meaning. " Maybe we'll git' on over to them stables and see just exactly what them fuckers is plannin. And maybe we won't." They backed out of the bank and Becky kept the shotgun pointed at the ruined doorway. She stuck her head back in and said, " Anyone comes out ta' see where we're headed, is gonna' need a new suit. " Let's get in the wind , honey." " Right with ya' Beck.

 

Thanks, keep 'em comin' Bro!

 

Thanks Scratcho.

 

Better 'n better, they git. :2thumbsup:

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They knew that there were several of the bee stung thieves that surely held a serious grudge against them, consequently either coming after them immediately or soon thereafter. They kept their mounts moving quickly away from Sonora and after crossing the San Joaquin river a couple of days later, they slowed their pace to a comfortable walk. They had passed the usual travelers, some going north and some going in the direction in which they traveled, south and west. Single riders, stage coaches loaded with those for whom the very thought of riding a horse made for queasy stomachs and also larger groups of riders. They had had no trouble so far.


They did not and could not know, that the man that Becky had kicked into unconsciousness had been dumped on the porch of a local doctor in Sonora for the simple reason that he was useless to his fellow ner'-do-wells. Becky had kicked something loose in the mans brain and it appeared as if he had had a stroke, or some other affliction that rendered him practically comatose,. His friends did not have any idea what his problem was, but they sure as hell weren't going to haul a mentally and therefore a physically crippled man, friend or not---anywhere.


They didn't really plan on keeping the banks money, but well--what the hell. They could contact the Baileys later to ask about the bank and the running of it. The gold was a different matter. That was intended to be turned into cash and turned over to the main branch of the Bank of Kansas and would then be freighted to the actual state of Kansas under armed guard. Becky would not allow that to happen. Besides, the bank had already paid the depositors, so the loss was on the bank itself.

August was coming to an end. The searing heat was relentless, especially to those that were originally from other places that had much more reasonable summers. Sometimes it seemed as if one had to push through the heat as if it were a living thing. A palpable force that would suck the life right out of you if you neglected the need for excess liquid to help cool the body. There was no cooling breeze here. Dust hung in the air from any passing disturbance, such as riders and their mounts. It settled slowly back into place to vex the next travelers as they passed.


They approached the small town whose citizens had made themselves abundantly clear that the presence of strangers was not only frowned upon, but the feeling was that they just might like to try and do something about ridding themselves of anyone that wasn't in residence . They could hear some gun fire in the distance ahead, so caution was in order.

They could see no one on the rather short main street, but the sporadic gun fire continued unabated. A window would shatter. A bullet would smack into the wooden siding of one building or another. The firing was coming from the west side of the street just about where Becky remembered the local saloon to be located. A citizen opened a door just a crack, next to where they stood on the board walk. " Hey. You better be careful. If you're passing through, you need to go around the back of town to keep from getting shot at." "The hell's goin' on, mister?" " Awww--I guess that fella went in the saloon at five or six in the morning and ran the lady and her husband that clean up , out a' there, shootin' the place up. he didn't hit them, but it wasn't for a lack of tryin. Now he's drunk and shootiin' at anything that moves. I guess his wife ran off with the preacher that came through here doin' his tent revival business. Reckon he wasn't happy about it. Say. Aren't you the ones that came through here a whi-- " Never mind about that," Becky said.


Becky slid off her horse, pulled her boots off and threw them on the boards. Josh tied the gray to the hitching rail provided and tied Beckys horse next to the gray. .Without a word, she started down the board walk to the saloon and reaching the north side of the building, disappeared between the saloon and the adjacent building. " What's going on mister," the man asked Josh, through the small opening he allowed himself. " I don' know, but we'll see, I 'spose." " That woman's going to get herself killed down there." " Reckon we'll see."

A few more shots rang out, some hitting the adjacent businesses, throwing splinters here and there. Whenever the shooting slackened, those hiding would peek out to see what was being damaged and hope that it wouldn't be anything they owned or were responsible for.

There was another lull in the mayhem and many of the hidden were surreptitiously looking across at the saloon. The small swinging doors burst open with a loud bang of wood on wood and a mans body flew through hard enough to break the hinges on one of them. He rolled across the boards and landed face first in the dust and lay still. For a minute or so, nothing happened. Then those that were hidden began to emerge from various hiding places. Everyone was silent and somewhat stunned at this turn of events, but they began to advance on the fallen man slowly.

The door that remained on its hinges swung open and Becky strode out and stood with her hands on her hips. " Say--can a girl get a beer 'round this here town?"

 

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...ya just gotta love Becky

 

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They preferred to sleep under the stars. They certainly had been offered rooms by several of the townsfolk for the handling their problem, but the amount of alcohol they consumed led them to believe that the night air would be more to their liking. Well, basically they were seriously drunk.

" Hinges," Josh said as they lay curled together on the small patch of grass. A minute went by. "What a 'boutem?" " Well. They're 'everwhere." Another minute went by. " So?" "Well, ever damn door in the world has 'em." "Uh-huh. Reckon that's true." Another minute. " So, I'm thinkin' the hinge business'd sure be a good'n to be in." Two minutes. " Yeah." 30 seconds. " Reckon we oughta' look inta--------silence. They both fell asleep.

" Oh shit!. My head feels like someone has an ice pick a'pokin' at it." " Damn. Ima' gonna' quit fer a while." " Right. That's what they all say, Josh. Wouldna' nice cold beer be good right now?" Josh stood up and held himself still for a few seconds to get his bearings. He fast walked unsteadily over to the small stream nearby, fell to his knees and began heaving what was left of his previous evenings meal. Becky, hearing him losing the contents of his stomach, quickly took a place beside him and began her own purging.

" Let's get the hell outta' here Beck, or these here folks is gonna' want ta' git us drinkin' again," Josh managed to say between throwing up and gulping air. " One thing about this here town---we'll never have to pay fer beer again, ifn' we be passin' through." " That don't make me feel much good about that right now, I'll tell 'ya."

They got themselves and their mounts together and left before any of the townspeople were up and about, so soon they had some distance between themselves and the location of the worst drunk that either had ever been on. " Let's don't go through town, Becky. I need 'ta get on home and rest up today. We might see folks we know and I ain't up fer talkin' much today." " OK, honey. I'm with ya' on that. Sure be nice ta' see the folks again. And hopefully, Lonnie, Karla and the ol' man is there by now."

They took a well worn trail that circumscribed the town and headed home. probably a good thing they took the trail they did. There had been some changes in their hometown. Serious changes, at that.