Blood on the Prarie (Topless Indian Shootout, Consensual Tor by Repentant Lurker

Inspired by Bettina, a poser artist on Femmegore. This is one of those tales that got a mind of its own and kind of veered off at the end in a direction I wasn’t initialy intending.

Blood on the Prairie

The cork popped out and sailed over the porch fence. “Quick glasses!” exclaimed James excitedly as foam frothed out of the bottle. James’ wife Cassandra rushed forward with glasses giggling, saving the precious liquid from further spillage. Apart from a couple of James’ suits and a few books this bottle of Champagne was the last vestige of their old life in Boston. “Here you go Dick, Jane” Cassandra said turning to offer the now brimming glasses to their companions. She turned back to her husband embraced him and gave him a long playful smooch on the lips.

The bottle was opened to celebrate the completion of their new ranch house. James and Cassandra Dafoe had left Boston the spring before last to start their new life out west. Things hadn’t been easy and it had taken them a while to get used to the hard way of life but a strong work ethic and James’ tireless optimism had seen them through. They’d been joined six months ago by James’ cousin Richard Jackson and his young wife Jane. The two of them had pitched in well and with some help from casual labour from the nearest town the ranch house had gone up fast. James was well educated and in his twenties he had spent time working has a draftsman. He had used his skills to design a solid but unpretentious home. The four new settlers had settled well. James had made friends easily in the local township. All though they had been quite green at the edges when they arrived he and his companions had quickly shown that they were of “good hearty stock” as the town judge liked to say. They had gained respect quickly. Jane had particularly surprised the locals when it turned out she was a natural with a six shooter. She had bested every man in town at both speed and accuracy at the quick draw competition on the day of the harvest fair. James and Dick were both accomplished shots with their rifles and even Cassie could hit a tin can four out of ten at 50 yards. James held his beautiful wife lovingly enjoying a moment of pure contentment.

Dick eyes roved lecherously over the delightful curves of his cousin’s wife’s backside. As usual she was dressed provocatively, wearing a short suede skirt that hugged the contours of her firm pert bottom. In his mind he imagined a scenario where he could have her, James somehow out of the picture. He felt eyes staring at him and found his own wife looking at him suspiciously, he smiled apologetically. Jane gave him a playfully disdainful shrug and sidled up to him giving one of his buttocks a slightly vicious tweak. Dick and Jane had a good honest relationship founded on good friendship and great sex. They had met a few years back. Dick had rolled out of a bar half cut and been set upon by a couple of muggers. He had put up a good fight but was in danger of being taken for his money when a young urchin clobbered one of the thieves with a plank. Dick had been quite surprised when she turned out to be a young girl. He’d always assumed she’d become more womanly with age but as it turned out Jane’s looks had hardened. Dick slept around and Jane knew it. She forgave him so long as he was relatively discreet. Her understanding was helped by her own appreciation of the female form and the couple had often enjoyed the occasional whore together.

Cassandra released her husband and sipped at her Champagne. She turned to clink glasses with Dick and Jane. What was that look between them? Some sort of shared joke? She had seen it before and it made her slightly uneasy. It had a lecherous air. Cassie had still not become completely comfortable around Dick and his young wife. Their displays of affection were often gratuitous and they seemed to have a manner of wordless communication that made her unwary. Dick had an air of overwhelming sexuality that went beyond his striking physique and handsome features. He could make simplest compliment on a dress or some jewelry seemed laced with an undercurrent of seduction. What also worried Cassie was that although she loved her husband and would never think of being unfaithful she was plagued by lustful feelings when his cousin seemingly flirted with her. “Well Cassie” Jane chimed, pulling Cassie away from her thoughts. “How does feel to be lady of the manor?” She curtseyed theatrically looking faintly ridiculous in the masculine cut black shirt and trousers she was accustomed to wearing. “Well I do declare…” Cassie replied in a poor impersonation of a southern belle. The four friends broke into laughter.

In the hills above the Dafoe ranch Chieftess Dripping Beaver passed the pipe to her tribe’s shaman, Enlightened Doe. “Do you think the burial ground will be safe? Raven Eagle has seen them ride past there twice now.” Enlightened Doe sucked on the pipe thoughtfully “These White Skins have had no contact with us. They know nothing of our culture or out ways. It is likely they do not know the ground is sacred.” She exhaled the clear smoke slowly and passed the pipe. “From what we know of the other White Skin farms they have much land. Our sacred ground is but a small patch and no use for grazing. If they understood what it meant to us it is quite likely they would stay away. We have good relations with the White Skins in the town. They buy our skins. I believe we can reason with the newcomers.” “So you think I should ride down to speak with them?” Asked Dripping Beaver. “That is not a good idea.” The third member of the group spoke, Flaming Vixen, the tribes most accomplished warrior, so named as her long hair was streaked with a reddish hue that brought out the fire in her dark eyes. “We do not know their intentions. It is too dangerous for you to go.” She looked to the Shaman for agreement. “I agree” said Enlightened Doe “Besides, like me you speak but a few words of the white tongue. Send Tuneful Bird. She speaks the white tongue well. With her gift for other tongues she has experience of diplomacy. Remember the agreement she brokered with the Cherokee. Send her with two braves.” She looked at Flaming Vixen “Raven Eagle knows the land well she should go too.”

Cassie and Jane loaded another barrel of water onto the cart. Cassie leaned up against it and caught her breath. “I like the way the boys see this as women’s work.” She puffed, wiping sweat from her brow. Jane pulled her eyes away from her companion’s deep glistening cleavage. “But they’re so busy with the well.” She replied sarcastically “I mean obviously only a man could stand around all morning smoking while they decide where to dig it.” She took a couple of deep breaths “That takes a lot of skill you know, something we mere women clearly couldn’t get to grips with.” The two girls smiled at each other.

Jane stole another admiring glance at Cassie. She really was tremendously beautiful. She had the confidence in her body to show it off. Cassie had a kind of cowgirl cum native chic thing going. She liked suede, in small portions, wearing just enough of it to remain decent. Her large firm breasts were encased in a skimpy leather crop top accentuated by decorative suede cropped waistcoat. A wonderfully toned expanse of midriff led the eye down to a short mid thigh length skirt that matched the waistcoat. Her outfit was finished by a fetching pair of knee length boots. “Last one” Cassie said, breaking Jane’s reverie and the two of them carried the last barrel down to the stream.

Cassie drank from her flask while the barrel filled. She sat on her haunches with her head tipped back enjoying the cool feeling of the liquid as it ran down her throat. Suddenly Jane cried “Look out!” and grabbed her by the collar almost dragging her over to the cart. Jane pointed over to the nearby out crop. Three horses were coming round the corner. Riding them were three indians. All three were women. They rode topless, wearing only miniscule thongs and jewelry. Nevertheless two had spears and one had a bow. Jane was not about to take any chances. She drew her revolvers and poised, ready.

“Do you really think they want to hurt us?” Cassie asked. “They look too pretty to be dangerous.”

Tuneful Bird saw the two white women startle. In order to show they meant no harm she raised her spear upright, pointing it away from the women and waved it gently to show she had done so.

Jane saw the closest indian shaking her spear at them. “She’s challenging us!” Jane exclaimed “Trying to scare us, I’ll show her!” Jane jumped round the cart firing her six shooters. After a couple of misses Jane’s third shot hit Tuneful Bird in the right breast, the bullet burst through her large ripe mound and crashed into a rib. The force pitched her back over her horse and she landed hard on her rump. Jane ran sideways bringing her guns round at her next target and fired several shots at the startled indian. The shocked brave barely had time to see Tuneful Bird fall before a round of hot lead pierced her tender belly. The doomed girl gasped as a 2nd shot tore through her navel. She pitched over sideways, a 3rd shot hammering through the valley between her breasts, destroying her heart and killing her before she hit the ground. Raven Eagle had enough time to kick her mount round into retreat. She rode for the hills and safety. Jane aimed carefully and fired at the retreating native. Raven felt pain sear through her back. She gripped her horses reins and struggled to stay mounted. Gritting her teeth she rode as hard as she could, darting back round the outcrop to the sound of more bullets ricocheting from the rock.

Tuneful Bird writhed on the ground, pain wracked her punctured bosom. She clutched at her wounded breast gasping with pain at each breath. Jane and Cassie approached gingerly. Cassie had retrieved her Henry rifle from the back of the cart and had it leveled at the stricken native. Tuneful Bird looked at the approaching white skins through hazy eyes. Desperate to complete her mission she tried to explain. “….sacred….grd… please stay…” she murmured before passing into unconsciousness. “She speaks English!” Cassie exclaimed. “What do you think she meant”. Cassie knelt by the fallen girl. “She’s still alive” she said pointing at Tuneful Bird’s rising chest. “We should take her back to the ranch. See if we can patch her up. We may be able to find out why they came.”

Jane had hardly been listening. Blood was coursing through her veins. The thrill of the past moment excited her terribly. Watching the way those beautiful girls had fallen from their horses was amazing. Jane could feel dampness in her crotch that surprised her. Whoever would have thought that killing would be such a turn on. She walked over to the dead brave and gazed at her fallen foe. Three red holes marred an otherwise perfect body, a tickle of crimson running from between her dark lips. Jane looked back towards Cassie. “Do you think they’ll be more of them?” She tried to sound concerned but could barely conceal her eagerness.

Raven Eagle fell from her horse almost as soon as she entered the village. Panicked braves rushed to her assistance. As soon as Flaming Vixen saw her she ran to her, pushing other girls out of the way. “What happened?” She asked, cradling her dying lover’s head, lovingly brushing her jet black hair from her face. “The two women…” Raven Eagle gasped weakly “Tuneful Bird made gesture of peace…Woman in black went mad… shot many times. So sorry we failed….” Raven Eagle coughed weakly and expired in Flaming Vixen’s arms. The warrior woman clutched her body to her bosom, shaking, silently swearing vengeance to every spirit that could here.

Later that evening the elders met in Dripping Beaver’s teepee. “We should ride at dawn and massacre them all.” Snarled Flaming Vixen “I will cut out the heart of the bitch that killed Raven Eagle and grind it into the dirt!” “If we do that we will have to leave the village” Enlightened Doe explained “The white skins from the town will surely want vengeance. How will we protect our ancestors if we are not here to look on their graves? ” “They murdered our braves in cold blood” Vixen snapped “Did Raven Eagle not say that Tuneful Bird made a gesture of peace.” “It is possible that gesture was misunderstood.” The shaman replied calmly “These newcomers will not have seen our greetings before.” “If they were acting in defence why was Raven Eagle shot in the back?” Flaming Vixen glared at the shaman, the fire in her eyes burning brighter that usual. “Only the spirits have all the answers” The shaman intoned, using her stock response when an argument was drifting away from her. Dripping Beaver gave her friend a wry smile. “You both have good arguments. I think we should try to talk once more. We should send larger party that will scout ahead of itself to ensure the white skins are at their ranch. That way if two messengers break off from the group it will be clear that they mean a truce. This is a method the white skins are known to use in battle. They will recognise this.” “I insist that I am in the party.” Flaming Vixen demanded “Very well” Dripping Beaver agreed “But you are to stay with the main party. I don’t think your diplomatic skills can be trusted at the moment!”

Back at the ranch house Cassie tended to Tuneful Bird. The tough young brave was clinging to life tenaciously having developed a high fever. Fortunately her smashed rib hadn’t pierced her lung. Cassie mopped the young beauties brow tenderly. She couldn’t help thinking that Jane had acted rashly. The gesture that caused Jane to start shooting had seemed more like a greeting to her. It was certainly hard to imagine that a young girl as beautiful and innocent in appearance as the one that lay before her could have had evil at heart.

In the next room James was pacing around anxiously. “I don’t like it.” He said “It can only mean trouble.” He looked towards the back room. “I can’t believe that a sweet thing like that was out to cause trouble.” “Sweet!” Jane screamed “You should have seen how sweet she looked waving her fucking spear around” Jane stomped out on to the porch to scan the horizon. “Stop fretting Jamie” Dick tried to placate his elder cousin “They were only a couple of Injuns. Isn’t shooting Injuns a regular past time out west?” He said jokingly. James scowled in reply. “It’s just not right Dick. Not right” He said earnestly and then by way of coming to some sort of decision. “I’ll ride into town tomorrow and talk to Judge Ellis.”

Tuneful Bird’s eyes opened briefly. She looked up into Cassie’s. “There now, rest easy” Cassie instructed. Tuneful Bird struggled to speak “Sacred ground” she whispered “Must stay away sacred ground.” before passing into unconsciousness once more. “Seems our little visitor’s in better spirits” Cassie looked round to see Dick leaning up against the door way. He puffed of a cigar, blatantly leering at the un-bandaged breast of the wounded girl. Cassie, who was well aware of Dick’s lascivious nature, shook her head in disgust. “You shouldn’t smoke in here” She admonished “The poor girl’s in fever. Get out!” Dick chuckled and strode off to join his wife on the porch leaving Cassie feeling slightly flustered.

As night fell Tuneful Bird has slipped into a deep sleep. The four settlers had eaten dinner amid a tense atmosphere but as the evening wore on the mood seemed to lighten. Dick volunteered to stay up and keep watch just in case anything happened overnight. He sat on the porch, enjoying a cigar and a generous glass of whiskey. He relaxed in the balmy night air listening to the sounds of the prairie. A sigh from the back room distracted him. Dick flicked the butt of the cigar over the railing and drained the remains of his whiskey. He padded into the back room to admire the sleeping patient. She had shrugged off all her covers and was sensational to look at. If anything the bloodstained bandage wrapped around her wounded breast made her seem more alluring. Dick walked over to the bed perched on the edge. He stroked the sleeping girls face tenderly. He drew his fingers gently down her chin, gently tracing the contours of her neck. His hand continued downwards towards her chest. He brushed his fingers over her bare breast then grew more adventurous, cupping the firm globe, teasing the proud nipple with his thumb. Dick felt himself growing hard. He moved his hand down further across the girls belly. As his hand reached her thong he drew aside the leather flap that protected her modesty. His fingers probed her sex gently. Tuneful Bird moaned softly, her legs parted involuntarily. Dick licked his fingers tasting her juices. Wondering how deep the girl’s slumber was he gave her wounded teat a squeeze. Tuneful Bird squirmed slightly but didn’t wake. That was all Dick needed. He dropped his pants and shoved himself between the sleeping beauties legs. He thrust himself in and out of her, relishing the feel of luscious body against him. He gripped her hair pushing himself hard against her increasing his tempo. As he neared climax he was sure he could feel her rising up against him fucking him back. This sensation brought him to orgasm and he came inside her, having to concentrate on stifling a loud groan. As he withdrew himself from her and pulled up his pants he noticed tell tale trickle of blood from her crotch that laid claim to the young brave’s lost innocence. Dick cleaned it up with one of the bloody rags that Cassie had used to tend to her deeper wound. As he rearranged her thong his gaze was caught. Her eyes were open. She looked at him silently, her face emotionless. Dick looked back as she seemed to study him, then after what seemed like an eternity she laid her head to one side closing her eyes. Dick gingerly left the room, expecting a reaction that never came.

Morning dawned. After breakfast James was sat on the porch studying the design he had formed for the well. A faint sound distracted him. He looked over his shoulder and saw the party of indians appearing over the horizon. “I think we’ve got company” he said to Dick who was lounging in the front room.

Flaming Vixen dropped back from the head of the group motioning the messengers to ride forwards. The two braves selected by Dripping Beaver to try to communicate with the white skins made their way towards the ranch.

The settlers were gathered on the porch, weapons ready. They watched as two of the advancing natives broke off. “It looks like those two are coming forward to make some kind of truce.” James said hopefully, He looked at the others and smiled nervously. They watched as the two horsewomen rode closer.

Belligerent Chipmunk watched the white skins cautiously. She held her recently broken horse in check while their envoys approached the ranch. A small scorpion made its way through the grass of the plain. It encountered what appeared to be a steep rocky rise. The scorpion made its way upwards. Chipmunks steed flexed his ankle. Just as the scorpion moved from hard hoof onto skin it felt movement. Instinctively it brought its sting into action. Belligerent Chipmunks steed reared. It took all her skill not to be thrown she had to ride her mount forward to stay seated.

“It’s a trick! They’re charging from the rear” Dick shouted and brought his rifle up to bear. He took aim and fired. His aim was true and the bullet flew into Belligerent Chipmunk’s stomach. She let go of her reins clutching at her wounded belly, her horse reared again throwing her to the ground. Belligerent Chipmunk stared upwards helplessly as her steeds hooves bore down upon her smashing into her prone crotch. As her pelvis shattered Belligerent Chipmunk let out an agonizing scream that echoed over the prairie till it died on her lips as she expired. Jane was quick to join her husband’s offensive position and fired her revolvers at the two messengers. The two maiden’s mission of peace was ended by a fusillade of lead, their breasts torn apart by Jane’s guns. Seeing their clanswomen fall, the rest of the indians charged. James and Cassie had no choice but to join in. James aimed his Winchester at one of the beautiful advancing braves and fired, his shot pierced her lovely chest sending her to instant oblivion. Cassie fired her Henry at another of the petrified indians, the bullet tore through her virginal womb, ripping her sideways, she fell from her steed to lie squirming on the ground her hands desperately trying to catch the life blood that was rapidly pouring out of her. Dick took aim at another charging filly. He watched in rapture as her buxom breast burst into crimson. He stared into her eyes studying her expression as her mind frantically fought against the realization her life was over. Jane brought her guns to bear on her next victim emptying them into her belly and chest. The girl pitched over sideways coming crashing to the ground, her perforated breast mashing into the dirt. Jane ducked down to reload. She grinned at her husband who was likewise refilling his weapon. “I see what you mean Hon, they sure do die pretty”, he crowed gleefully chambering bullets as he spoke.

Flaming Vixen saw the two white skins duck for cover. She took the opportunity to make her charge and made a diagonal run at the ranch house. She cursed that the black clad bitch was hidden from her vengeance. She drew back her bow and loosed an arrow at the 2nd of the men. It sailed straight and true striking him in the chest. While she longed to continue her charge her battle-sense won over and she wheeled her horse round hollering; waving her bow to signal the survivors to retreat.

James staggered back against the wall sat down heavily. The arrow had passed through him just below his shoulder. Cassie rushed to attend to him, flood of tears streaming down her beautiful face. James stroked her auburn locks “There now my love don’t fret, I’m not done for yet.” A brief inspection showed that although very painful it was clearly just a flesh wound. Dick and Jane looked at each other mutual recognition of their enjoyment of the battle just passed etched on their faces. The two of them embraced kissing hungrily. “I do hope some of that’s for me” Jane teased grinding up against the rock hard bulge in Dick’s pants.

Following the battle, while Cassie tended to James, Dick and Jane cleared the field of its sexy casualties. They gathered the bodies into the barn, laying the seven slain beauties face up in a row. The two stood and admired the scene before them. Jane pushed the barn door to, looking at her husband salaciously. “Shall we?” She asked rhetorically, removing her shirt as she laid herself down on the mattress of luscious flesh. “Let me tell you about what I got up to last night.” Dick said has he stepped out of his hastily removed clothing and lowered himself onto his expectant wife.

Later that afternoon Dick drove the cart into town. The group’s supplies of ammunition were running low and they were all now sure that the indians would be back in larger numbers. All had agreed not to involve any of the other townsfolk. For James it was a matter of honour, and Dick and Jane were having too much fun to want to share with other people. The proprietor of the town store was unfazed by Dick’s large order. Plenty of the local ranchers had had trouble from cattle rustlers in the past. Dick took the opportunity to quiz him about the tribe of native women. The girls were apparently well known and by all accounts peaceful. There was one young girl who spoke English pretty well, who regularly came into town to trade leather work. In fact it tuned out that many of the items Cassie had bought were made by the natives. No one in town quite knew how an all female tribe of indians had come about and no one seemed particularly bothered. Natives were natives. Dick couldn’t resist buying an eagle feather armband that apparently worked as a good luck charm. He left the store chuckling to himself at the irony of the purchase.

On Dick’s return he and Jane spent some time shoring up the porch railings with spare timber giving them better areas of cover they could duck behind when reloading. Cassie spent the evening sitting with Tuneful Bird who was still drifting in and out of consciousness although her feverish state appeared to be improving. James had shooed her away, tired of her fussing him mercilessly. Her husband was clearly remorseful. He sat drinking quietly, using whiskey to quench his inner torment along with his physical pain. Dick and Jane disappeared to their quarters the muffled sounds of lovemaking lasting long into the night. Each time they thought they had sated their passions memories of the days events stirred their loins anew.

At the indian village the tribe prepared for battle. Flaming Vixen and the other surviving braves has recounted the way that the white skins had mercilessly opened fire upon them despite the clear mission of peace. All were agreed that such despicable action could not go unavenged. All of the braves of fighting age readied themselves. Creaks of bows being tightened and scraping sounds of axes grinding on stones floated down through the valley.

The settlers rose before dawn. The men checked and loaded the weapons while Jane readied easily accessible stores of ammunition. Cassie awoke to find that she had fallen asleep on her patient. Her head was nestled on the soft mound of Tuneful Birds chest. Cassie felt fingers running through her hair, caressing her tenderly. She rose to find Tuneful Bird awake, a strange expression on her lips. “Good morning” Cassie said. “How are you feeling?” “The evil spirit within me sleeps for the moment but I can feel he will wake again soon. Thank you for helping my in my battle” She said stroking Cassie’s soft cheek. She sat up slightly drawing Cassie’s face to meet hers. Their lips met and the two women kissed tenderly before Tuneful Bird slumped back down on the bed. “Please listen” she said. Her voice was weak but her words clear. “You must hear what I have to say”. Cassie listened attentively as Tuneful Bird explained her mission.

Dripping Beaver lead her kinfolk down from the hills. A long line of mounted warriors snaked the narrow path through the rocks. Enlightened Doe rode behind. Her face impassive, her body possessed by solemn calm. She had communed with the spirits last night. She would die today, that was a surety. She would take an enemy on her journey to the spirit world, that too was certain.

“How could you!” Cassie’s scream startled the others in the ranch. She ran at Dick raining blows on his chest. Dick realized almost instantly what had angered her and decided that boyish bravado was his best option. He pinned the lissome banshee’s arms to her sides pulling her towards him “Jealous honey?” he whispered into her ear quietly before making a show of holding her away as James entered the room. Cassie glared at him furiously before tearing herself away. She burst into tears as Jane, smiling broadly; put an arm round her husband’s waist. “Would someone like to tell me what’s going on?” James asked. Cassie looked between Dick and her Husband unsure how to tell James the truth about his cousin’s nature. A rumble of distant hoof beats diverted the attention of everyone in the room. As the others ran to the porch to gather their weapons Cassie checked on Tuneful Bird. She had slipped back into unconsciousness. Cassie joined left her to join the others in defending their home. “They came to ask us not to disturb their sacred burial ground. They meant no harm” She told the others plainly, shouldering her gun and sighting on the onrushing horde.

The four of them waited, Dick and Jane on the right of the porch, James and Cassie on the left. Dick and Cassie were armed their Henries. James was reluctantly forced to use his pistol due to his wounded shoulder; fortunately he still had full use of his right arm. Jane brandished her two long barreled colts she looked over at Dick and grinned gleefully. He glanced back and winked “Now don’t you get carried away honey.”

Dripping Beaver fell back from the head of the charge shouting commands to her braves and directing the attack. She signaled to Flaming Vixen who took command of the major part of the force driving then from the rear she urged them into into a full frontal assault. Enlightened Doe broke off with another group heading off on the flanks. Dripping Beaver followed Flaming Vixen with a second wave of braves.

Dick sighted on the closest rider. He waited, his breathing slow and easy, his finger brushing the trigger. He waited till the girls face came into focus. She was stunningly beautiful. Her jet black hair streamed back from her simple headdress. Her lovely full lips were curled into a snarl of intense concentration has she drove her horse forward holding the reins one handed the her other arm clutching a vicious looking spear. Dick blew her a kiss refocusing his aim down slightly and fired.

Innocent Dawn had never felt so alive. She rode at the front of her sister-hood filled with pride. She could feel the spirits of her ancestors around her willing her to victory. As the enemy came into focus she squeezed her mount with her knees urging her to charge even faster. The ground rushed beneath her has she expertly steered the horse over the uneven terrain. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest beating in time with the with the stallions hooves. Her thighs gripped at its sides. Excitement flowed though her being. Her sex was throbbing with pleasure; her juices flowing freely. She breathed deep and prepared to raise her spear targeting the white man to the left of the ranch.

Dick’s aim was perfect. A crimson flower blossomed into being just over the nipple of the nymph’s succulent breast. Her eyes widened, her beautiful lips formed into a circle of incomprehension. Dick licked his lips, firing again.

Innocent Dawn felt the wind rushing thorough her chest. She looked downwards at the small hole in her bust. She rode her horse on sure that such a small wound could not be a worry. She felt so hot. She could feel sweat streaming down her back. She tried to raise her spear but her arm wouldn’t rise. Instead the weapon dropped harmlessly from her fingers. Suddenly it seemed like a spirits hand scooped her from mount she saw the ground then the sky, then saw her horse shy away. She was kneeling on the dirt of the prairie, looking towards the ranch. She met the white man’s gaze. He was smiling. He was handsome she thought. His smile looked kind. She felt dullness in her stomach and looked down at her belly. A stream of scarlet ran down from her navel, pooling on the ground. She looked back up at the house. Her eyes met those of the white man. She smiled dreamily feeling herself starting to wobble. He smiled back and winked.

The force of the second shot had sent the girl into a forward somersault over the back of her horse. She’d landed on her knees, almost in the same position she’d been when riding. Dick could see her looking at him trying to work out what had happened. She looked down at her belly, examining the neat hole where her belly button should have been. The gorgeous girl looked back up at him a coy smile played out on her lips. It looked for all the world like she’d be glad if he offered to buy her a drink. She started to pitch back slowly pushing her hips forward. Her thong had rucked up, exposing her pussy. Dick couldn’t resist the opportunity it presented he met the girls gaze briefly smiled aimed and fired.

Innocent Dawn gasped as her loins caught fire. A searing sensation tore through her womanhood. She flopped backward clutching her wounded sex. The tattered girl lay on her back, her legs splayed outwards. Her exploring fingers elicited rough mix of pleasure and pain. She moaned looking through the valley of her thighs at her the white man. He looked back in rapture. Innocent Dawn coughed, and tasted salt in her mouth. She licked her lips her mouth was wide open, her breathing ragged. She pushed her fingers deep in her slit massaging her button with her palm. Her eyes locked onto those of her handsome killer as she came, her body writhing with pleasure.

Meanwhile Innocent Dawn’s companions had charged onward. Cassie shook any misgivings from her head and fired at the brave in her sights. The bullet hit the girl in the centre of her chest, flipping her back off her horse. Jane waited impatiently till the oncoming riders came in range of her pistols. She planned her attack carefully not wanting to waste her bullets. As her first victim came within range she fired piercing her juicy belly. The rider to her left suffered a similar fate. Grinning Jane switched her aim and unloaded both guns into the tits of the closest warrior. The girl had drawn back her bow about to fire. She pitched over backwards accidentally loosing her arrow into her neighbour. The arrow struck the girl in the side passing through her ribs and skewering her heart. She slumped lifelessly over the back of her mount sliding slowly to the ground to be trampled by the rider behind her. James took down his nearest opponent with a head shot then ended the life of another by shooting her though the throat. The doomed brave clutched at her windpipe before collapsing to the ground. Jane had fixed her aim on her next victim shooting low over the head of her horse. The bullet hit the indian her in the side twisting sideways. The wounded amazon clamped her thighs round her steed fighting desperately to stay mounted she won her battle and snarled at Jane in defiance flexing her arm back to cast her spear. Jane rewarded her bravery with a shot to her belly and a third that struck her defiant bosom this one finally lifting her off of her horse. Cassie gasped as she realized how close one of the oncoming warriors had become. She fired without aiming and missed. The raven haired native grinned menacingly swinging a tomahawk round her shoulder. Petrified Cassie frantically chambered another round. She slid back the bolt and brought her rifle to bear firing just in time. Her shot hit the girl’s horse. It collapsed to the ground as the brave through the axe, spoiling her aim. The tomahawk sailed past Cassie’s head smashing through one of the windows of the ranch. The brave leapt acrobatically from her horse pulling a knife from the scabbard on her thigh. She ran a few paces before Jane ended her charge with a shot between the eyes. Jane gave Cassie a wink before bringing her guns to bear on a young beauty who soon found herself rolling around in the earth with two holes in her lovely young belly.

Dick’s gaze was finally snatched from the entrancing spectacle of Innocent Dawn’s erotic demise by a movement in the corner of his vision. A luscious young maiden was in the process of loosing an arrow straight at him. Dick ducked below the barricade feeling the wind from the arrow as it whooshed past him. Dick reloaded his Henry and popped back up again, seeking out the brave who had fired at him. She was notching another arrow and about to fire. Dick taught the troublesome wench a lesson, blasting at one of her tits. The bullet struck the centre of her chocolaty nipple flattening her large mammary against her chest. The girl started to wail, dropping her bow. Dick helped her on her way with a shot to the other breast. He turned to give Jane an enthusiastic grin. “These tits sure make good targets baby. Don’t you ever get into a gunfight topless” he shouted. “Thanks for the advice sweetheart” Jane replied laughing. Dick tuned his attention to a young pretty young squaw, wielding a nasty looking hatchet, who had dismounted and was trying to clamber up the porch. “Now, now honey you’re comely an all but you can’t just come round uninvited. Specially not with the missus here an all.” He said aiming his rifle at the flap of her thong. The girl screeched toppling to the deck breaking her fall with her ample chest. Dick kept her in sight while he blew the brains from a girl with a spear aimed at Jane. He returned his concentration to the lass on the floor who was starting trying to rise but couldn’t get her legs to work. He made things harder for her by putting a hole through the delicious curve of her tender rump. The hardy young damsel gave up trying to stand and instead picked up her tomahawk and started to crawl towards him grimacing “Honey I think you need to show this one I’m a one woman guy”. Dick chuckled. “Yea right!” Jane replied casually finishing the girl off with a shot through the spine. The couple exchanged grins and turned their attention back to the prairie. James and Cassie had each managed to down a couple more of the attackers. Most of the first wave were scattered about the scrub dead or breathing their last.

Without warning a figure burst from the ranch Tuneful Bird charged towards Jane’s unprotected back. She was wielding the tomahawk that had narrowly missed Cassie. Screaming a deafening war cry Tuneful Bird smashed the axe down into the back of Jane’s neck, half severing her head. She ripped out the axe spinning Jane round so she slammed back against the porch rail. Jane’s brain frantically tried to persuade her body to defend itself but the severed connections in her spine prevented the message getting through. Tuneful Bird settled the matter by embedding her weapon deep in the cowgirl’s chest. Jane’s body slumped to the floor like a rag doll.

Dick was too shocked to react. He stood with his mouth open staring at the crumpled remains of his wife. James had his hands full putting holes in the tits of a brave trying to clamber over his barricade. Cassie’s rifle was out of ammo. She drew her pistol aiming it at the lovely young woman she had spent the last two days nursing back to health. Tuneful Bird stood with her hands at her sides waiting patiently for her delivery to the spirit world. Cassie thought back to the kiss they had shared earlier; to the soft feel and sweet taste of Tuneful Birds sensuous lips. She looked into the eyes of her lovely patient. She really was truly beautiful. Her tousled black hair framed her oval face perfectly. Her dark brown eyes were like deep pools that seemed to reflect the depth of the young beauties spirit. Cassie walked up to her purposefully. She placed and arm round the girl and pulled her body to hers. She placed her mouth over Tuneful Bird’s and kissed her deeply. Tuneful Bird responded willingly melting into Cassie’s embrace. “I’m sorry” Cassie murmured as their tongues separated briefly “I know” Tuneful Bird replied stroking her brow. Their lips met again and as her tongue delved into her new lovers mouth Cassie pulled the trigger of her pistol. The bullet tore into Tuneful Bird’s belly. She gasped, sagging in Cassie’s embrace. The two of them staggered up against the wall. “We will meet in the spirit world” The indian sighed. Cassie kissed her again supporting the weakening girl by pushing her up against the wall of the ranch, working her pubic mound against Tuneful Bird’s. Cassie fired again, low, piercing her lover’s womb. She pushed the gun between their pudenda. Both women ground up against it furiously, their embrace tightening. Cassie fired angling the gun so the bullet passed sideways into the dying girls thigh. As the two women reached orgasm, Cassie stuffed the barrel of the gun straight up Tuneful Birds soaking pussy, emptying it into her as they sunk to the floor. Cassie felt the last breath escape her lover’s lips and peeled herself away. She reloaded her pistol in workmanlike fashion purposefully avoiding the bewildered looks of her male compatriots.

Having been absorbed by the bizarre events on the porch Flaming Vixen chose this moment to attack. She rode towards Dick, drawing her knife from her sheath. By the time Dick spotted her she was nearing the porch. He dropped his spent rifle and drew his pistol firing from the hip. The bullet struck the red haired warrior in the side. It barely seemed to affect her as she swung herself fluidly from her mount, breaking seamlessly into a run. Dick fired again, hitting her navel. The indian stumbled but continued her run, regaining her footing quickly. She scampered towards the lowest part of the barricade and leaped upwards grabbing the barrier and hauling herself over in one smooth movement. As her feet landed on the porch Dick fired at one of her luscious tits. The exquisite beauty faltered briefly as if it took her mind time to persuade her body to continue. Dick stared in amazement as she continued towards him. He decided to remove the most obvious danger and fired at the relentless amazon’s hand. The knife spun from her hand, it didn’t seem as if she noticed. Flaming Vixen knew she was doomed. She knew she had no chance now of killing the white skin; yet, she was determined to continue; determined to demonstrate her strength of will, to honour her ancestors. The knife gone, Dick was willing to play the game, placing a bullet in her belly, just above her thong. With the last bullet in the gun he aimed just below her ribs. Flaming Vixen dropped to her knees supporting herself with her hands. She remained in that position briefly, breathing deeply, her body shaking. Slowly she raised her head to meet Dick’s stare. The fire in her eyes was still burning. Dick drew the pistol from his belt and nodded at her. She gripped the porch rail and pulled herself to her feet. Flaming Vixen took a moment to steady her self before continuing onward drunkenly. Dick shot her in the thigh, she stumbled again but didn’t fall. She continued onwards, now only a few yards away. Dick was silently willing her to make the distance, but he wasn’t going to make it easy. He put another two slugs in her belly forming an almost perfect cross centred on her navel. The amazon’s legs gave way and she collapsed into the barricade. She grabbed the wood desperately and dragged herself upright. She let go with one hand and faced Dick again. Teetering she limped forward. She was a yard away from him now Dick aimed at her uninjured breast and fired into the succulent teat. The blast flipped Flaming Vixen round and she crashed into the barricade heavily. Slowly, painfully the indomitable warrior pried herself off and staggered the final two steps towards Dick. He took her into his arms and held her gently. Dick brushed the hair from her eyes with his knuckles and traced the gun slowly down her body, holding it loosely, examining her supple flesh with his fingers. Flaming Vixens head lolled slightly. Dick cupped one of her delectable breasts and squeezed gently. She moaned and raised her head their eyes meeting once more. Dick smiled fondly “Where?” He asked, hoping she would understand. She lay her head against his chest briefly, nuzzling him, then bulled away slightly and pointed to the hole in her belly button. Dick brought the gun level with her punctured navel waited for her response. She surprised him by hugging him tightly driving the barrel inside her. He angled it upward firing up through her chest. Flaming Vixen blinked once then the fire went out in her eyes. Dick held her for a moment before tenderly closing her eyelids and lowering her gently to the ground.

The three settlers glanced at each other. None had any idea what to say. Flaming Vixens death had seen the first wave of the indian attack vanquished. Dripping Beavers group had yet to mount their attack. James spied Enlightened Doe’s small group nearing the end of their flanking manoeuvre. Glad to have an excuse to distance himself from demons that appeared to have possessed his wife and cousin he declared his intentions to defend the rear grabbed a pistol and several boxes of ammo before entering the house. Dick looked over towards Cassie and nodded. She replied, the two of them wordlessly exchanging a common bond. Each of them took the opportunity to reload their weapons and looked out over the field littered with the tattered bodies of the fallen natives. They saw Dripping Beaver raise her spear and group of indians around her spurred their horses into attack, splitting into two groups that came at the porch from both sides.

Dick waited till the first lissom beauty came into range, aimed carefully and fired. The shot was true piercing her heart; she slid gracelessly from her horse joining her predecessors in the dust. Cassie slipped the small suede waistcoat from her shoulders. She shook her arms briefly, releasing their tension before raising her rifle and sighting on her first target.

As they neared the rear of the ranch Enlightened Doe signalled her braves to dismount and the jumped from their horses running quickly towards the house. James knelt by the bed that Tuneful Bird had occupied. He broke a pane in the window with the barrel of his Winchester and shouldered the rifle. One of the braves was headed straight for him. He fired knocking her firmly onto her rump. The startled girl stared curiously at the hole in her chest before toppling sideways to lie still. James brought is gun to bear on a girl sprinting at him from his right his first shot slammed into her side flipping her onto the ground. She rose to her knees taking aim with her bow. James fired again the shot ruptured her fragile young heart. He brought down two more attackers before the rest of the group reached undefended windows. He grabbed his pistol and leaned out the window firing down the side of the house. The shot struck a large breasted amazon struggling to climb into the house. The bullet sped through both of her tits. She impulsively clutched her wounded knockers releasing her grip on the window. Before she could rectify her mistake she toppled backwards. Her maidenhood was impaled on the tip of the spear carried by the following brave. The force of the impact snapped the shaft and the luckless girl beneath watched helplessly as her big titted comrade skewered her belly, staking her into the ground. Meanwhile Enlightened Doe and two of her followers had successfully entered the house. James retreated into the front room as the three warriors burst in. He fired at the closest girl perforating her nubile bosom She collapsed back through the door she’d just come through. James pin-wheeled round just in time, shooting the next girl point blank in her muff. She dropped her tomahawk clutching her wounded sex, staggering aimlessly out onto the porch. Enlightened Doe dived at James knocking him to the floor. She brought her knife down swiftly stabbing him in the chest. James felt the blade pass through his ribs slicing the corner of his heart. He looked up at his beautiful nemesis. Her perfect young face somehow showed wisdom beyond her years. As James felt his life slip away he realised he was still holding his pistol. He twisted it towards the vision above him and fired. The shot entered Enlightened Doe above the hip, exiting under her shoulder. The bullets path transfixed her heart. She opened her mind for her journey to the spirit world and collapsed onto James enveloping his face in her plump cleavage.

Out on the porch the situation was heated. While on his side Dick had efficiently decimated his flank Cassie was in trouble. Although she too had killed most of the braves sent against her she was distracted by the poor girl reeling out the front door, and failed to notice a lone brave scale the barricade. The bush-whacked girl dropped to her knees moaning terribly. Seeing her agony Cassie put her out of her misery sending a bullet through the side of her chest. She suddenly saw the murderous brave above her trying her best to impale her on her spear. Cassie just about managed to block the blow with her rifle, knocking the spear from the brave’s hands she set about wrestling her to the floor. The two lithe women rolled about the deck, battling for dominance. Though Cassie was fit her strength and skill was no match that for her attacker and she soon found herself pinned. Dick emptied his rifle into the gut of one of the remaining braves. He looked round scanning for danger. Before him he saw Cassie straddled by her attacker who had managed to unsheathe her knife and was preparing to scalp her victim. Momentarily unable to locate a weapon Dick wrenched the tomahawk free from his dead wife and hurled it at Cassie’s assailant. The blade bisected the amazons breast slicing deep into her heart. Young woman looked down at her chest quizzically before flopping back on her haunches. As Dick reloaded his piston a relieved Cassie pushed the girl off and stood to thank him for her rescue.

Dripping Beaver watched the last of her tribeswomen fall. She studied the white woman. Her dark red hair was tousled her bodice had been torn free in her scuffle exposing a generous pair of high firm breast. The woman was seemingly unaware she had stepped out of cover. Dripping Beaver galloped towards the ranch house notching an arrow to her bow. Cassie turned round to face her, seeing the danger too late. Dripping Beaver loosed the missile watching it skewer the white woman’s belly button. Cassie gasped as the arrow slid through her tummy; she plonked to the floor indelicately, bruising her ever so delicate rear. Seeing the field empty apart from the lone rider, Dick aimed his pistol at the heavenly vision galloping towards him. He winged her deliberately knocking her from her mount. Dick kicked away the redundant barricade and stepped down of the porch. He fired a second shot at the wounded amazon striking her leg. He bent over Dripping Beaver retrieving her knife and tossed it into the dirt. Safe in the knowledge she could do him no harm he grabbed the chieftess by the ankle and dragged her unceremoniously to the porch. Using some of the rope used to fashion the barricade he bound her to the railings, gagging her mouth with some cloth.

Dick knelt down by Cassie. She was breathing raggedly. Dick stroked her pale cheek tenderly. “James?” she asked hopefully. Dick shook his head. “Just me.” he replied softly. Cassie’s tousled locks were plastered to her skin. Dick carefully brushed the locks from her breast then absently flicied her nipple with this thumb. The burgundy nub grew firm in reaction to his touch. He massaged her tit more purposefully bringing his other hand up to play with its partner. Cassie didn’t try to resist. Dick looked at her sorrowfully. “I’m sorry. I have to. I’m sorry.” He said smiling apologetically. Dick slid his hand down to her belly running his hands lightly up and down the shaft of the arrow. Cassie winced as it shook slightly. Cassie raised a finger to his lips. “I know.” She answered him. Then after a long pause. “I want it to hurt Dick. For what we’ve done. Make it hurt lots.” She took his hand in hers clasping it to her bosom. “You’ll enjoy that won’t you?”

Dick answered her by squeezing her tit hard twisting her nipple. Cassie yelped smiling back at him in gratitude. Dick gripped the arrow more tightly and pulled it out slowly trying to minimise the damage done by the barb and maximise Cassie’s agony. He inched the missile free from her belly and placed it beside them. Taking the knife from the body of the near by Indian Dick cut away Cassie’s skirt. Her panties were black lace, imported from Paris. Dick ran the blade over the fabric, pricking her pubis gently. “Take them off for me” He ordered. Cassie obeyed without complaint. She hooked her thumbs over the waist band and slid the knickers from her delectable rump. Pain wracked her body as she was forced to bring her knees up to pull the panties over them. Dick lounged at her side casually fondling her tits while she laboured. Cassie finally managed to get the underwear over her boots and collapsed back against the wall exhausted. “Good girl” Dick said giving her a tender peck on the cheeks. He picked up the arrow and broke off the flight. “You should like this,” he informed her “pain wise that is”. Dick lay the panties between Cassie’s breasts pulling them down until the bottom end lay over the hole using the shaft of the arrow he started to poke the silky material into the hole in her navel. Cassie hissed through her gritted teeth, the pain was excruciating. “You like?” He asked pausing to let her answer. “Uhn huh” Cassie managed her eyes wide. “m-more.” She requested. Dick shifted his position sitting cross legged with he played with her pussy with his free hand whist delicately prodding the panties inside her. Every so often he would stop fingering her cunt partly to ensure there was no risk of her coming and partly to play with her tits, pulling and pinching her nipples or giving them a good thump. At one point he had nipped inside to getting a flask of water to help her stay conscious. Finally, after some time, the last of the knickers disappeared into Cassie’s tummy. Dick gave her a drink and smiled at her warmly. He kissed her tenderly surprised to find her responding.

Dick broke off the kiss and stroked her hair. “Roll over.” He commanded pleasantly. “It’s time to have fun with that pretty bottom of yours.” Dick helped Cassie away from the wall; her face grimaced with every movement. She lay on her front propped up on her elbows. “Beautiful” Dick said spanking her pert behind playfully. “I’m going to pop down the other end of the porch” Dick explained “When I tell you, I want you to stick that pretty little ass of yours up in the air”. Dick gave her butt another playful pat and then sauntered off down the porch loading his revolver as he walked. Dripping Beaver gave him a look of utter bemusement as he walked past, completely unable to understand why this madman was torturing his friend. Dick contemplated putting a couple of holes in her but decided to save it for later. He stopped when he reached Flaming Vixen, slumped up against the wall of the ranch where Dick had set her earlier. He admired her tasty bullet ridden body. He knelt down and kissed her cooling blue lips. “It’s a shame Jamie was around to spoil our fun earlier” He told the sexy corpse “But I’m sure we can play around later.” Dick stood up and looked back down the porch. Cassie looked very inviting, naked apart from her boots. “Bottoms up!” He called waiting while Cassie struggled to raise her behind. He aimed his revolver at her peachy cheeks trying to decide which to plug first. He settled on the centre of her left cheek and fired. Cassie let out a squeaky screech as the hot slug punctured her bum. Dick reeled off the rest of the bullets in quick succession. Cassie was left with three harsh bleeding holes in each of her succulent cheeks. Dick retuned to her kneeling down and giving her broken butt a hearty slap. Cassie was whimpering softly. Dick prodded at the holes in her soft buttocks for a while and then rolled her onto her back, propping her up with the nearest corpse.

“How are you doing?” He asked kindly, wiping the tears from Cassie’s cheeks. “I can end it now if you want.” She looked up at him and managed a weak smile her eyes were still bright. “No. Please. Hurt me more. Fuck me if you want to.” Her voice was pained but clear. “I was just getting round to that.” Dick said pulling off his clothes. His cock had been rock hard all morning. Dick sat up against the wall and lifted Cassie up in his lap. Her pussy was nice and tight but was well juiced so his large cock slid easily into her moist slit. “Mmm nice” he muttered in appreciation pushing up into her gently. Cassie looked into his eyes. Biting her lip slightly to counter the pain she rocked her hips in time with his. Cassie leaned forward giving Dick a long hot kiss. He ran her hands down her back then gently cupped her damaged bum. Cassie squirmed slightly squelching about on his cock. He probed at the holes on her bottom, slowly slipping his fingers inside. Cassie gasped and shivered with pain. She hugged Dick tightly leaning her head on his shoulder gritting her teeth. Dick continued to screw her slowly, pawing her perforated rump. After a while he pulled his fingers from the wounds causing her to shimmy around delightfully.

Dick sat still, cuddling her letting her pain levels settle. Cassie wriggled against him her pleasure building. She was beginning to get a second wind, some of her strength returning. “What now?” She asked, her voice tinged with anticipation. Dick picked up the arrow brushing the tip on her lips. “I think” he said pausing teasingly “That……I might just….” Cassie giggled and pouted playfully. She bounced herself up and down petulantly waiting for Dick to spill the beans. “Come on!” She encouraged. Dick gave her a playful peck. “I’m going to skewer your titties.” He said, eliciting a gulp from Cassie. Dick pressed the sharp tip against the side of her left breast, supporting the other from the right. He increased the pressure on the arrow indenting the skin and pushing the large firm mounds together. The skin broke. Cassie winced sharply as the arrowhead buried itself in her flesh. Dick pushed the arrow through slowly. Cassie panted and shook as the pain mounted, a high pitched whine emitting from her clenched teeth. Dick gave the arrow a good shove to pass from one teat to the other then guided it out the other side. Dick held Cassie back, admiring his handiwork. Her luscious knockers were impaled on the arrow like two plump pigeons on a spit. Dick rocked his hips up against his willing victim and kneaded her tortured mammaries. Cassie tried to relieve the pain by fucking him back harder, the two of them increased their tempo. Dick pulled her to him plunging his tongue in her mouth. He gripped her hair twisting roughly, biting her lip as they kissed. Licking her salty blood from his mouth he pushed her back off balance steadying her by gripping the middle of the arrow, using the shaft to support her weight. Cassie yelped loudly each time they bucked reacting to the intense pain. Suddenly Dick ripped the arrow back out. The barb tore at her flesh causing her to howl like and animal. Blood flowed heavily from the large gash that was left.

Dick held the luscious redhead close, slowing the speed of his thrusts. “Did you like that sweetheart?” He asked “Was it painful enough?” Cassie looked down at her ruined chest. “I think you can kill me now Dick” she said by way of an answer. Leaning her head on his chest. He held her for a minute screwing her deep and slow. “Are you ready?” He asked. She nodded raising her self upright. “Hold still for a moment.” He instructed needing time to reload the revolver. When it was ready he cradled her head in his hands looking deep into her eyes. They kissed softly. Dick picked up the pace of the rutting, Cassie met his rhythm. He grasped a tattered breast roughly pulling her up and down. His other and reached to her navel burrowing inside to get a grip on her gore soaked knickers. Cassie was strangely quiet she just breathed heavily keeping her eyes locked on Dick. Her expression creased with agony as he yanked out the panties. Blood and gore poured from the wound. Dick reached for Cassies bottom digging his fingers in. He hoisted her up, off of his member, repositioning under her rosebud He pushed her down sliding into her other hole. He fucked her frantically, taking the pistol and sliding the barrel into her cunt. Cassie started to moan deeply thrusting her tattered body against him as hard as she could. Dick fired once pumping her furiously Cassie jerked as the bullet tore through her womb. She raised her self up hugging him tightly “Oh my god yes! Dick do me now!” She forced her groin down throwing her head back Dick groaned him self and hammered the trigger filling her pussy with lead. His cock swelled and pumped hot cum into her arse. Cassie fell back the deck, slopping off his cock. Her eyes met his briefly then fluttered and closed.

Dick gasped heavily leaning back against the wall and rested. After some time he picked himself up. He took a deep swig of water from the flask. He pulled on his pants and walked over to Dripping Beaver. Sitting beside her he pulled off the gag. He studied her angelic face. “We seem to have got off on the wrong foot.” He said. “I’m Dick. I’ve just inherited this nice little ranch. Can you cook?”