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Authors: J. Roberts
The Bisbee Massacre (10 page)
Hatch nodded and the three men headed back to the other house. Linda Riggs watched them go, then turned and walked back inside slowly.
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Linda had just closed the door and turned when Bannock Riggs slapped her across the face. She staggered back against the door, bounced off it. He reached out, grasped the front of her dress and tore the garment from her. Full, firm breasts sprang forward with dark nipples already hard.
“You bitch!” he said. He grabbed her bare breasts and twisted them. She yelped in pain. He put both hands on her bare shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of him, then undid his trousers.
“You been ruttin' with the neighbor, you might as well rut with me.”
“W-what about Barney?” she asked.
“Barney ain't here,” the old man said. He dropped his pants and his huge penis came into view, already hardening. It had huge veins and a large, bulbous head on it.
“You open your mouth, Missy,” he said. “And if you even think about bitin' me, I'll kill ya.”
“I'm not gonna bite you, Pa,” she said.
She took his penis in both hands, ran her hands up and down it. Then she held it at the base with one hand, and cupped his huge, hanging testicles with the other.
“That's it, gal,” he said. “The way I like it.”
Bannock Riggs was standing at his full height, not stooping the way he'd been in front of the lawmen.
Linda ran her tongue around the head of her father-in-law's penis, wetting it thoroughly before taking his penis into her mouth and sucking him. She didn't mind sucking the old man's dick. It was better than being with Barney. That was why she had been having sex with Hudson, too. Anything was better than Barney.
“Ahh,” the old man said. He dropped his head back, took her head in his hands while she rode him wetly with her mouth. “That's a girl.”
She sucked him for a while, and when she knew she had him she let him go and said, “Lie down on your back, Pa.”
He did it, right there on the floor. On his back his penis stood straight up. She stood over him, straddled him and took him in her hand, held him firm so she could slide down on him. Then she closed her eyes and began to ride up and down on his rigid pole.
“Shit, gal,” he groaned, “ah, shit . . .”
TWENTY-SIX
They all rode back to town with Hudson's body on a buckboard. Hatch dispatched Charley Smith to gather up a posse. Dodge and Clint accompanied the doctor and the body to the undertaker's office. They lifted the body from the buckboard and carried it in.
They left the doctor inside with the undertaker and stepped outside.
“The wife doesn't care if you kill her husband,” Clint said. “But I didn't get the feeling it was all because he killed her lover.”
“The old man wouldn't help, either,” Dodge said.
“That's a strange family.”
“What do you think the old man will do to his daughter-in-law, for cheating?” Clint asked.
“I don't know,” Dodge said. “I didn't think of that. I sure hope he doesn't kill 'er.”
“And why would she go back inside?”
“Maybe she's got nowhere else to go.”
“No family in town?”
“She's not from here. Barney brought her back here with him one day.”
“How long ago?”
“ 'Bout a year.”
“So she doesn't know anybody else in town?”
“She does. But nobody she'd go and stay with,” Dodge said. “At least, I don't think so.”
“Well, maybe she'd just stay with the old man, then.”
“Look, I got to catch up to Charley, put a posse together for tomorrow. You want to ride along?”
“Jesus,” Clint said, “last time I said yes I was in the Sierra Madres with you for weeks.”
“Yeah, right, Bisbee,” Dodge said. “That was the last time we saw each other, right?”
“That's right.”
“Well, this shouldn't take weeks,” Dodge said. “Why don't you just wait here till I get back? Then we'll really have a few drinks and catch up.”
“That sounds good to me, Fred,” Clint said. “In fact, I'm going to turn in now.”
“I'll be gone by the time you wake up, but stay around, do some gamblin' and some eatin' and whatever else you want to do until we get back with Barney.”
“I'll do that,” Clint said. “I'll do just that.”
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Clint was drinking in the Crystal Palace when, to his surprise, Fred Dodge walked in.
“What the hell?” he said. “I thought you were out with the posse.”
“Yeah, I thought I was goin' out with the posse, too,” he said, signaling the bartender for a beer.
“What happened?”
“Hatch. He told me and Charley to stay in town.”
“Why?”
“Because he's the boss, that's why.”
“He's not half the lawman you are.”
“I know that, but he is the sheriff.”
“Why would he want to go after Riggs without you and Charley?”
“Maybe he wants all the credit,” Dodge said. “I don't know.”
“Well, look at the bright side,” Clint said.
“What's that?”
“You and me aren't riding around the mountains for weeks.”
Dodge clinked his mug with Clint's and said, “I'll drink to that.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Clint rolled over and bumped into an impressive pair of breasts. He bounced off, opened his eyes, and stared at the pink nipples. They sat pertly atop a pair of lovely, full, heavy, pale-skinned breasts.
The girl's name was Angel. She was blond and buxom, in her twenties. She worked the floor of the Bird Cage, but not the cribs. She was a saloon girl, but not a whore, and she was in Clint's bed because she wanted to be.
He watched as she slept, wondrous chest rising and falling with every breath.
She opened her sky blue eyes, and he was again startled by them, as he had been the first night they met, five days ago.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her mouth. “Sorry I bumped into you.”
She reached down beneath the sheet and grabbed hold of his rigid penis.
“No, you're not sorry at all,” she said, stroking him gently.
He smiled and said, “No, I'm not.”
He grabbed her and this time kissed her soundly. She returned the kiss with eagerness, her tongue blossoming in his mouth.
She went beneath the sheet and took his cock in her mouth. He threw the sheet back so he could watch as she sucked him. She wet him thoroughly, so much so that at one point she was almost slurping. He settled back to enjoy her attention, but he was quickly becoming excited and didn't want it to end too quickly.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off him. She laughed as he yanked her up onto him, and wriggled as he tried to poke her. After she'd teased him enough she allowed him to pierce her, and caught her breath as he filled her.
“Oooh, ohh,” she said, sitting up on him and riding him. He watched as her breasts bounced and bobbed. He grabbed them, then, so he could bite her nipples as she rode him.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, “harder, bite me harder, come on . . .” She began to ride up and down on him harder, so that when she came down on him there was an audible slap of flesh on flesh. For a sweet-looking blonde, she liked her sex hard.
They were grunting as she hopped up and down on his cock. He could feel her gushing on him, soaking them both, and the sheet beneath them. He had only encountered a few women in his time who did this. She almost . . . squirted when she became too excited, but she kept going and going . . . until it happened again and again . . .
He rolled her over, found a dry place on the bed, lifted her legs into the air by linking his arms beneath her meaty thighs. He fucked her that way until the bed was once again wet beneath them. Finally, he exploded into her with a loud shout, then rolled off her.
“Thank God,” he said.
She laughed, rolled away and sat on the side of the bed, her feet on the floor.
“We could've drowned,” she said, laughing.
It was no laughing matter. The first time she had . . . squirted . . . he'd been working on her with his mouth and tongue. He thought he would drown until he turned his head away.
“How do you do that?” he asked her, now.
“I don't know,” she said. “It just . . . happens when I get excited. I used to be really embarrassed by it, but . . . well, I guess you didn't mind after the first time, did you?”
“No,” he said. “I didn't mind. I find it . . . pretty fascinating.”
“Exciting?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Everything about you is exciting, Angel,” he said. “Your eyes, your beautiful skin, your breasts . . . all of it. I saw that the first time I saw you.”
She hadn't been on the floor of the Bird Cage his first time in there, but after he and Dodge had gone there the night the posse left he spotted her right away. Now, five days later, she'd been to his room three nights in a row. The first night they were together had been in her room.
“You're a sweet man,” she said, “but having sex with you has another effect on me.”
“What's that?”
“It makes me hungry. Breakfast?”
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As they entered the café they saw Fred Dodge sitting alone at a table, drinking coffee and either waiting to order, or waiting for his order to be delivered to his table. He spotted them and waved them over.
“Do you mind?” Clint asked her.
“No, I like Fred,” she said, “but thank you for being a gentleman and asking.”
“Come and join me,” Dodge invited as they reached his table, “that is, if I wouldn't be intruding on the two of you?”
“Not at all,” Clint said. “We're here to eat.”
She sat down and smiled at Dodge.
“Good morning, Deputy.”
“Good morning, Miss Angel.”
A waitress came with a plate of steak and eggs for Dodge. It looked good, and Clint ordered the same for both himself and Angel.
“Any word?” Clint asked Dodge.
“Yeah, I've got word,” Dodge said. “Hatch can't find him. Or won't.”
“What's that mean?”
“It means somebody else has to go out and look for him.”
“Like who?”
“Charley Smith knows Barney Riggs and his wife,” Dodge said. “He thinks he knows how to find him.”
“So the two of you want to go out?”
“Maybe,” Dodge said, “the three of us?”
“With Hatch's okay?”
“If Hatch won't find Riggs, then maybe we shouldn't tell him that we're gonna do it,” Dodge said. “Charley's got some time off comin'. He's gonna ask for it, leave town, and then meet up with us.”
“Then what?”
“Then it's up to Charley,” Dodge said. “We'll just go along to back him up. It's his play. When we make the catch, it'll be his.”
“That's fine with me,” Clint said.
Angel was eating while they talked, watching both of them intently.
“That looks good,” Clint said to her.
“It is,” she said. “You should stop talking and start eating.”
Dodge grinned at Clint.
“I think the little lady makes a good point,” Dodge said.
He and Clint dug in.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Clint met Dodge at the livery stable. They saddled their horses.
“Charley left earlier,” Dodge told Clint.
“Where did you tell Hatch you were going?” Clint asked.
“I told him I had some people to see in Bisbee,” Dodge said.
“People?”
“He doesn't care,” Dodge said. “But I need to saddle Charley's horse.”
“Charley? I thought he left earlier?”
“He did, by stage. We'll have to meet up with him at Dragoon Summit.”
“Dragoon Summit? Where's that?”
“The other side of the Riggs place. There's a railroad stop there. That's where Charley's gonna meet us.”
“Then what?”
“He's gonna take us to a spot not far from the Riggs place. We'll have water and feed for the horses, and through field glasses we'll be able to watch the Riggs house.”
“That's Charley's plan?” Clint asked. “Watch the house?”
“Watch the woman.”
“Riggs's wife? I thought she hated him? Didn't care if he was killed?”
“Or that's what she wanted us to think.”
“So she was cheating on him, but she'll help him escape capture for killing her lover?”
Dodge looked at Clint, shrugged, and said, “Women.”
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It took them half the day to get to Dragoon Summit. They had to actually ride past the Riggs place to get to itâand they circled it so that they wouldn't be seen.
When they got to Dragoon Summit, Charley Smith was already there. He was waiting for them on the train platform. When he saw them he stepped down and came forward to accept the reins of his horse from Dodge.
“Glad you're here, Clint,” he said.
“Didn't have anything more interesting to do,” Clint replied.
Charley mounted up and took the lead.
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He led them to a clearing above and behind the Riggs place. As Dodge had said, the horses could stand and feed while they waited. As for the men, they had beef jerky, and plenty of water.
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