Dede’s War

Dede entered the broken back door of the bar and jacked a shell into the chamber. All heads turned. Fatty and the man with the whip grew horrified. The whip still lay on the table beside the man who had wielded it.

“Miguel, tell this man to strip,” Dede said. The man listened and shook his head. Dede raised her rifle and shot into the top of the table. The man screamed as splinters filled his hip. The bartenders started to move, but Dede swung her rifle in his direction, while jacking another shell into the chamber. She shook her head slowly. The bartender backed against the wall of liquor.
“Tell this man to strip, or I will gut shoot him,” Dede whispered. The man reluctantly threw off his suspenders, and shucked his shirt over his head. His pants followed in a moment. He wore nothing underneath.

“Whip him,” Dede growled to the fat man. Miguel quietly translated. The fat man licked his lips. He did not seem at all upset at the task. He grabbed up the whip and pushed the man over the splintered table. Before he had taken a breath the whip came down across the naked man’s ass. He screamed and bounced up, but the fat man pushed him back down and lashed him again. It was obvious to everyone in the bar, that the fat man was enjoying his task. A look of perverted joy twisted the man’s face. He lashed the helpless man again and again. Finally Dede had to scream to stop him.

“Now shove it up his ass,” Dede said with great relish. The man started to obey.
“Spit on it,” Dede yelled. The man spit on the end of the whip, positioned it in the helpless man’s ass, and shoved. The man screamed, a long and forlorn sound, much like Dede had made just moments before. She smiled and rested the rifle in the crook of her arm. She found her clothes scattered around the floor. Her pistol was resting on the bar. She took up everything as best she could, and went down the street to the watering trough. It took only a moment to bathe thoroughly and redress. Feeling much better, she returned to the bar to find the fat man still fucking the other man in the ass with the whip. Nobody tried to stop him.

Dede shook her head with a smile and left through the back door.
“Thanks,” she said to Ramona, before saddling her horse and riding out.

Dede rode her bay up a sandy hill, rounded a rock and looked down at the cabin below. She wore a gray slicker. Thunder grumbled in the distance. She took the rifle from the boot of her saddle, dropped to the ground and crawled forward.

From her neighbors back home, and a hotel man in El Paso, she had a sketchy description of the four men, but she had excellent description of their horses. All four horses were large and fast, signifying outlaw stock. One was the easiest to spot, as if the outlaw was flaunting it. He had a black with a white blaze on his forehead. A bay horse, also with a white blaze, had two white stockings on it’s front feet. The two horses that were left were a common appaloosa and a gray. There was nothing special about either horse except the gray had an old bullet wound crossing the left cheek of it’s ass, just behind the saddle.

The cabin had a corral, with three horses standing lazily behind it, slapping flies. There were two bays and a pinto. Smoke started from the chimney. The sounds of pans banging came to her like a distant love song. Her stomach growled in hunger.

“That’s all I need to know,” Dede said, shoving the rifle back into it’s boot. “Breakfast,” she whispered, sliding into the saddle with the ease of long practice.

A slender blonde man came to the door with a pistol in his hand. Dede’s heart fluttered as she saw the handsome young man. He watched her with a critical, measuring gaze. His eyes suddenly crinkled in amusement. He slid the pistol down into his belt and stood waiting.

“You make a mighty handsome cowboy,” he said with a smile.
“So do you. But it’s the smell of cooking that I’m most interested in. I haven’t eaten right in three days… hey you speak English!”
“So do you,” he smiled, ushering her into the cabin.
“I’m damned glad to meet you,” she gasped. Even after 17 months, my Spanish is still rusty. I’m Dede Havers”

“Dandy Thompson,” he nodded. “This far south there are few people who speak anything but Mexican. I’m glad for the opportunity to speak my own language,” he said, turning the bacon. He looked her over for a moment, then took down the side of bacon, from where it hung from a rafter. He sliced off several more slices, then rehung it. He wrapped netting around it to keep the flies off. He began slicing bread, which a neighbor woman baked for him.

Dede looked around the little cabin. Onions, peppers, and garlic hung from the ceiling. Bags of netting contained many more treasures. She detected the familiar shape of mushrooms in one.
“Tidy,” she said, looking around. “But what the hell are you doing down here?”
He turned and gave her a sarcastic look.
“Outlaw,” she nodded with a sigh.
“I’ve been on the run for three years. I’m not really safe, even down here. If you weren’t a damned pretty woman, I probably would have plugged you. What are you doing down here anyway?”
“Following three other outlaws. There were four, but one died in gunfight in Guasave. They killed my father.”
“If you’re patient they’ll all die eventually.”
“I can’t wait. I’ve been away from home for two years. My mama needs me.”
“You really believe your mama is still alive? You left her alone?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t she be? She’s not that old.”
“Is anyone else with her?”
“No family,” Dede said, with the first feelings of apprehension.
“Then I wouldn’t count on it. She lost her husband, then her daughter. Besides, you are 500 miles from Texas. Normal riding you could get home in a month. But the way these roads and trails are, it could take you a year to get back, if ever.”

“I know,” Dede said quietly.
“How are you with that gun?”
“I’ve survived two gun battles.”
“So could my mama, if she were lucky. How are you set for money?”
“Plumb out.”
“Hell, you can’t be more than 25 years old. You should be back home attending parties and looking for a husband.”
“I’m only 20,” Dede said in shock. He stared her from head to toe, finally nodding. His estimation of her age struck her like no other thing could. Vanity was a harsh mistress.
“Eat,” he said, tipping the pan of bacon so the grease ran to one side. She grabbed up hot pieces of bacon and dipped her bread in the grease.

Dandy ate sparingly, while Dede wolfed down her food. His estimation of her hunger was accurate. She shoved the last piece of bacon into her mouth and chewed, realizing that she’d had enough. He watched her eat with a slight smile. He felt sympathy, kinship, sexual excitement, when he looked at the desirable woman across from him. She was very slender, painfully so. He knew this was from long days in the saddle with too little to eat. He had once looked identical. The good life was taking it’s toll on him. He had gained 14 pounds in the past 3 years.
“You are wasting a very beautiful woman,” he said quietly. He decided that he needed to be bold. She would ride out within minutes, possibly days, and never look back. He must make his play now.
“No so’s you’d notice,” she whispered, suddenly feeling dirty. How long had she been like that? A foul smell arose from her body. How long since she had bathed? She couldn’t remember.
“There’s a tub out back,” he said, as if reading her mind. In fact he had seen her sniffing, her upturned lips, and the look of embarrassment in her face. It had been a series of quick flashes, but an outlaw depended on such minute things.
“I could use it,” she nodded. “Hot water?” she asked hopefully as she stood.
“An old whiskey barrel on the roof. The sun heats it.”
“Soap?”
“Make my own. Out next to the basin.”
“Towel?”
“Horse blanket strips.”
“Company?”
“I could wash your back.”
“Come on,” she nodded, “you can carry the water.”
Water splashed off Dede’s breasts. She looked down in surprise. When had they grown? They were larger and firmer than she remembered them. The stream of water indented her breast slightly, but it didn’t move. It was very firm.
“My God you are beautiful,” Dandy said as he straightened with the bucket.
“Yeah,” she said in surprise. She looked up and they both laughed.
“You can become like an animal out on the trail,” he sympathized.
“I’ve lost months, years out there,” she said, brushing back her brown hair. “I think I’d better head for home.”
Dandy felt a thrill of disappointment. Even though he had only known this woman for a few hours, he could not face the thought of losing her. He suddenly realized that he was returning to the states. His heart beat faster at the thought. He missed America.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Dede said, looking up at him as she washed her armpit.
“It will be nice to see Texas again,” he said with a flashing smile.

Water dripped from the wooden bucket, into the wooden sink. The slow drip, drip, drip of water was disturbed only by the sound heavy breathing, and the raucous call of a crow some distance away. Sun came in through the crude board walls of the shack. A few sparse pictures and decorations were used to brighten an otherwise intolerable house. Flowers sat on the table in the center of the room, in a cast-off chipped vase. In the far corner the bed, constructed of pine poles and leather straps, creaked with the movement of two bodies. The bodies intertwined, naked and tanned, as they kissed and twisted in each other’s arms. Dede’s long, sun-bleached hair cascaded across the white pillow and colorful Indian blanket.

Dandy lay across Dede’s slender body. His hand mashed her firm breast. His lips mashed and sucked Dede’s sweet mouth. Her body was painfully slender. Her ribs stood out in sharp relief. Her left leg was kinked, her knee up in the air. She slid her right foot forward and back on the bed. Her legs were firm and slender, as close to perfect as humanly possible. Her bush had grown slightly to a full beaver pelt. But her pussy remained small and delicate. Dandy broke off the kiss, breathing harshly. He sat up slightly and looked down over Dede’s slender body. He ran his hand down her stomach, gently petted her bushy pubic hair, then slid it between her legs. He rubbed her hot, moist lips gently, while diving again and capturing her left nipple in his lips. He sucked gently. His hand began digging deeply into her pussy. It grew moist and responsive.

“Now,” Dede finally gasped. With an impish look he turned and rolled over on his back. She sat up in alarm, looking down at him, then she smiled in return. She threw a leg over his body, rubbed herself against his hard cock for a moment, then rose up and took him into herself with a slow, gentle slide.

“Oh yes,” she shivered, feeling the hot penis sliding deep inside her. She rested for a moment, feeling the heat and moisture between her legs, then rode up and down gently.
Dandy cried out. His sharp cry echoed off the board walls of the shack. He looked up at the woman above her and realized that he was making love to a goddess. She looked so beautiful, so clean and beneficent, as she gazed down upon him with a fond smile.

“It feels so wonderful, that it almost hurts,” she whispered. She rocked gently, focusing her attention on her pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was the loudest sound in the room. The drip of the bucket set a cadence for her methodical ride. She listened unconsciously, while riding gently up and down.