Wounded Sheep

Silak shrugged. "It looks like unshod horse prints. Have you had anybody come by from that side of the stream?"

Their daddy looked to Caroline. But she shook her head.

"Silak? Take Cummings and Grover to double check. We need to be sure." Sergeant Jackson stated.

Silak nodded "Yes, Sarg." Just before heading back to the horse tracks.

The boys and their father tagged along. If it was indian tracks it could be a problem for these people.

Caroline was about to follow when she felt an arm snake around her. "Not you, Mrs. Walker." She could hear his smile.

"There aren't any tracks. Are there?" She said with a knowing sarcastic grin.

"Not sure. But I couldn't help but notice your man keeps a bottle of liniment oil in the barn."

She shook her head as the other group wandered out of site from the barn. "I don't understand."

"I'll explain." He said as he bent her over.

She gripped a cross beam of one of the empty stalls. Tolliver lifted her skirt. She looked back to see him pour some of the oil on his very long cock. Once he spread it around he began to prod at her anus.

"Whoa!" She tried to stand up but he pushed her back down. "No." She whispered.

He smiled. "Afraid so."

He pushed some more. "Tolliver, no." She shook her head.

"I promise you. You're gonna love it."

"Ha. sure I will." She nodded with sarcasm.

Then she felt herself starting to spread open. She gripped the beam tighter as she looked at him. He pushed and prodded. She could feel it slinking farther into her. It started to feel really tight. She whimpered and hung her head.

"Oh, shit shit shit shit shit." She whispered.

Then he stretched her more and gave a little moan.

She let out an anxious whine. "Yeah, I bet it's good for you."

"It's about to be good for both a us." He said as he gave one final push.

"Daaaammmmn yoooouuuuu." She whined.

Then it slipped in. "Ohhhhh." they said together.

"Whew." Tolliver grunted.

Caroline looked forward. Waiting for the pain to come. When it didn't. She licked her lips and looked back.

"You ready?" He asked.

She looked scared but nodded. He pulled her back by the hips. And Caroline had the most unusual surreal sensation of her life. A very long thick cock slowly slipped deep into her ass. She didn't know she could feel like this. And when he collided with her rear? She could feel another climax building.

Tolliver gave her a few gentle strokes before saying, "Sorry. But we DO have to hurry."

She gave him a grumbling laugh as she cursed him under her breath. Tolliver picked up the pace. Pulling the edges of her ruined bloomers aside. She could hear him slapping into her ass now. But the pistoning in her rear was far more distracting.

"You like that?"

"I... I'm not... I don't know." She nodded.

He fucked her ass faster now. She moaned with each long stroke he pumped into her. Sergeant Jackson closed his eyes in bliss. Just savoring the sweetness of Caroline's derriere. They continued like that for several minutes.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna..." Tolliver slapped his hand over her mouth. Praying to Jesus no one heard her.

But when she squealed an orgasm. Her ass shook and trembled and just took him over the side with her. Turning her moans of pleasure into a grunt of surprise. Tolliver pulled her tight with each round of cum he sent up her ass. Soon though he slowed enough to check to see no one was coming. Continuing to give her long but slower thrusts.

"Damn. Damn. Damn." She said as each dive bumped into her.

Tolliver spread her cheeks admiring how wide he was stretching her. Then he rubbed her right cheek and gave it a swat.

"Hey!?" She yelped as she looked back at him. "Just because you can come in here and take what you want!.." She hissed.

Tolliver's eyebrows rose. "...Yes?" He asked as he gently thrust in and out of her.

She bit her lip with a small shake of her head. "...I would prefer it if you didn't treat me like one of your whores."

"Well, whores don't generally let ya slap em." He smiled. "But if I was gonna treat ya like a whore? Then I'd say I got another dollar. So I want another ride."

"NO!" She whispered with dread.

"Oh?" He smiled before slapping her left cheek. "So, slappin's not soundin so bad now. Huh?"

She winced from the smack but shook her head after a moment.

He laughed. Like a bastard. But pulled his cock out of her.

"...Thank you." She grumbled after getting her skirt in order.

Tolliver put himself back together before giving her a kiss. "You slip on back to the house now. Before they get back."

She nodded and did as he said. He waited for her to get inside before he followed and began to saddle the horses. When they were ready to travel. He led the horses to the creek.

"So, what do we got?" He asked as he arrived.

Silak answered, "I think they're a few days old but it does look to be about four horses. Indian from what I can see, Sarge."

"We got a trail?"

"It's old... but yeah. I think so."

Tolliver nodded. "Mount up." Then he walked to Mr. Walker. "We'll see what we can find. In the meantime. You keep safe. Alright?"

The man nodded. "We will. And you boys keep your heads down out there."

"We'll do our best." He smiled.

Mr. Walker and his sons watched as the cavalrymen rode off.

Tennessee Mike was happy. The present was good. But the future looked great. When they first came up to this little fart of a town. He didn't think much of it. THEN they found out gold had been discovered in some crap hole in the Dakotas. Oh, he was definitely going. He was having visions he was so excited. All those minors? So stupid?

Then he heard that preacher laughing. Sounded like he was right outside his tent with Mike's girls.

Mike threw back the tent flap and stormed out. "What are you doin?!"

The Preacher was having coffee with Girtie and the girls. Again!

"Coffee?" Pastor Elijah said rather stunned as he held up his cup as proof.

"Get." Mike shooed with his hands.

The Preacher went to gulp down the last of his coffee as he stood. Just before finishing he looked up to see Old man Duncan coming around the wagon with Delilah. One of Mike's two black ladies.

"Brother Duncan!?" The Preacher stated in mock surprise. "How could you?"

Duncan stopped wide eyed as Delilah grinned and continued on to her seat near the fire.

"Uhhhh... Well... You see, Preacher. It was, uh... an ACCIDENT." He stated with a grin.

The girls giggled.

"This is exactly what I was talkin about." Mike grumbled.

Duncan stepped closer. "You see. I was walkin passed when I couldn't help but notice poor Delilah here bent over."

"Yeah, I bet you noticed." One of the girls muttered to the amused laughter of the other girls.

"An I tried to help her. But I... Uh, slipped! Fell right on top a the girl."

The Preacher nodded trying hard not to laugh.

"Of course I attempted to get up off a her. But... Her skirts..." He shrugged. "They became hopelessly entangled with my uh... HANDS."

Mike noticed that even Theo laughed.

"I'm an old man so I don't have the uh... {musculature} I used to. I tried..." He shook his head. "VERY hard... to uh... {dislodge} myself from the predicament." He nodded. "An I woulda been successful if not for the uh... [magnificent] hips a that girl." He smiled to Delilah. Who looked blatantly pleased by the compliment. "That began a series of us pushin an pullin against one another..."

"Is this going to be a long story, Brother?" Asked the Preacher.

He gave a broad smile. "Well at my age I sure hope it weren't short." He looked to Delilah. "Did it feel short to you, Sister?"

Delilah shook her head in mock seriousness. "Oh no, Brother Hoverson. It felt quite long." She stated as the other girls died laughing. "Thick too." She smiled.

"Alright." Mike said in a tone to get attention. "You're done then?" He asked Duncan who smiled and nodded. "And you're done." He told the Preacher. "Both a ya get."

The reverend Elijah laughed as he finished his last sip and was setting it down. When he heard Mike say, "Aw shit." In a tone that lacked any humor. The Reverend looked up and then looked to where Mike was starring. Brother Jakob was coming from the back of the train and looked to have a problem.

"What happened?" The Preacher asked.

Jakob shrugged. "I might as well say it. Everyone's gonna know in a little bit anyway." The Preacher waited for him to continue. "...Mr. Soaras? I don't know how. But folks in town figured out he was a Mormon."

Pastor Elijah nodded. "What'd they do?"

Jakob shrugged. "The Sheriff was able to break it up. But I stuck around an heard several a em talkin. Preacher they sound like they're tryin to get a mob together."

The Preacher nodded again. "Alright. Go back and warn Brother Soaras. Tell him to make sure his people are armed. Just in case. But if you or him see a mob coming? You come get me. I'll take care of them."

Jakob nodded with what looked like relief on his face.

Mike commented. "As fond as I am a your oratory. I ain't never seen no mob respond to pretty words, Preacher."

The Preacher shrugged. "Me neither." He looked to Girtie and the girls before tipping his hat. "Ladies. Thank you for the pleasant company." He smiled before walking back to his wagon with Duncan. Mike and Theo.

"You gonna need some help." Duncan stated.

"Well, I ain't gonna turn it down." The Preacher smiled.

When they got to the wagon. They watched as he climbed up to the driver's seat and flipped the top up. Revealing a storage area under the seat. He pulled out two bags and a double barrelled shotgun. Before climbing down and going to the back of the wagon.

"What's the plan?" Mike asked.

Elijah shrugged again as he loaded the shotgun. "Try to talk some sense into them... Shoot em when they won't listen." He finished in a cold tone.

They watched as he pulled out a holster with no belt. He removed a .44 Calibre Schofield revolver and loaded it before putting it back in it's holster. He pulled off his gunbelt and slipped the Schofield on so it sat over his left buttox in a left hand draw. He sat that gunbelt aside. Then he pulled out another gunbelt from the other sack. He pulled the two Army Colts from their holsters and began to load them as well.

When finished, he put that belt on and secured the leg ties just above his knees. The belt with his Peacemaker and Schofield went on after that.

"You expectin a war?" Mike asked.

"Nope." He shook his head. "Just an ignorant mob."

The four of them sat and had some fish with the other men of his wagon. And waited. As night approached Mike left to check on the girls. He returned a few minutes later with his rifle and a bandolier of rounds.

"You any good with that?" The Preacher smiled.

Mike laughed. "Uh, better with a knife, actually."

"How's everyone taking the news about the gold rush?" Elijah asked.

"I'm going to Deadwood." Mike commented.

Theo nodded. "Me and the men talked about it and figured whichever way Mike goes. We'll go there."

"What about you gentlemen?" Elijah asked his group of friends.

Duncan answered for the group. "We're goin wherever the wagon's goin... So, where's it goin?"

Reverend Elijah laughed. "Well, I talked to Parson Withers and he's continuing on to Virginia City. So I'm following the other half of the train that's going to Deadwood Gulch."

His friends nodded to that.

"Seems like bout half these folks gonna head north. Followin that gold." Duncan said.

The sun had set as they talked. But soon a young man from Brother Soaras's family rushed up to tell the Preacher they saw a group of people coming from town. The Preacher nodded and sent him back. He sighed. Stood up and picked up his shotgun.

Elilsha Soaras could hear the mob yelling and cursing. They had torches. And he was pretty sure they were armed. He yelled for his family to get behind the wagons and get ready. The mob didn't stop until they were just a few steps from his wagons. He could see the fear in his wives' eyes. They'd seen this before but that didn't make it easy. The fear in his children's eyes was harder. They'd been too young to remember Illinois.

The crowd grew louder. The slurs grew uglier. The threats started to become... unChristian.

And just when Elisha thought things were about to get bloody.

BOOM!!

Off to his left.

The mob fell silent as they looked at a group of men with torches. One of them. The one that had fired the shotgun. Stepped forward and spun his torch. Throwing it underhanded at the mob. Elisha watched as the torch flipped end over end. The first few ranks of people stepped out of the way until it hit someone in the middle of the crowd. The torch fell to the ground. Illuminating everyone in the mob.

The man continued to walk closer. "While you unrighteous trash spread your threats! Know this! The next one of you that blasphemes our Father! Will be cut in half with this shotgun!"

One of them, probably the leader, stepped forward. "Who are you!? Another Mormon?!"

"I'm a Methodist, you idiot."

Elisha laughed. Him just saying that made five or six in the back of the crowd start slowly walking back to town.

"You people need to go home. We'll be leaving in the morning and you'll have your town back."

"To hell with you! We ain't lettin these..."

BOOM!!

It did NOT cut him in half. It DID kill him, none the less. As well as the man to his right. Wounding four others and peppering another six.

That sent the bulk of the mob running for town. {Unfortunately} they were a little too late. The Preacher was firing with his six guns before the shotgun hit the ground. Theo had opened up with both hands the second he heard the second barrel. Mike, Duncan and the rest fired indiscriminately into the mob. While the Soaras family helped with some very accurate shooting of their own. The Reverend called a stop fire when he realized the only ones left were running for their lives.

"Everyone alright?!" He yelled to his friends. When he got nods back from them, "Brother Soaras?! You folks alright?!"

Elisha laughed as he looked at his family. He nodded. Though he knew the man couldn't see it. "Yeah, Preacher! We're good! Thank you!"

They made sure to have guards posted throughout the night. Better safe than sorry. Eventually the Preacher and his friends went back to their wagons. Elijah Coster set down his shotgun and took off his gunbelts. He sat on his bedroll. Pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a big gulp. Truth be told, he preferred Scotch. Whiskey always had a watery aftertaste in his opinion. He took another gulp.

Cateh had stood back and watched all of it from the shadows. Now, she didn't know what to think. He was on his fourth gulp. It couldn't be nerves. She knew any man had a right to be scared. But the Preacher didn't act like it. Hell, even now he didn't look scared. He looked really really pisst.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she stepped closer to his tent.

He looked at her in mild surprise before shaking his head. "I killed those people."

She stepped into his tent and sat on her knees. "They didn't give you any choice."

He laughed and took another drink. "I >liked< it." He gave a bitter smile.

She shook her head. "That doesn't matter." He looked at her very surprised. "You gave those fools a chance to walk away and they kept on comin. You did what you had to."

He laughed and nodded. "I suppose."

"You're a good man."

"Ha!" He gave a bitter hard laugh. "A good man?" She nodded. "Alright. A good man she says." He said to himself.

She didn't know what to say. He took another drink.

"...When I was a young man. I joined up with a group a... just black hearted bastards... We hunted Comanche. Tracked em. Killed em. Laughed about it. Always braggin bout how it was for Texas!... And when we killed Mexicans? It was for Texas. When we killed coloreds? It was for Texas... Then the war broke out. Everybody's screamin "For Texas!" Heh... I'm ridin with most a the same men I hunted Comanche with. Only now, we're killin white folks..." He took another gulp off the bottle. She noticed it was more than half gone now. He looked at her hard. "What kinda {TRASH} doesn't know there's somethin wrong with killin women n kids. Till it's white ones?"

It took her a moment before she could come to grips with that. She shook herself and grabbed his arm. "But you're not that man anymore, Preacher."

He nodded with a surly grin before he took another swig off the bottle. "Prolly time for you to go. I'm startin to forget I'm a Preacher."

The way he was looking at her?.. It was unnerving.

"Yes, Preacher." Cateh whispered as she slipped out of his tent.

Cateh didn't sleep well that night. She was grateful when the sun came up. She was quick to get the camp set up for the morning before they headed out.

Those that were continuing on to Virginia City headed out first. Cateh watched as the Preacher made long goodbyes with every member of the Soaras family. But soon those of them that were going to Deadwood got themselves together. The Banker, Oliver T. Breckenried, was leading them out. He thought if a Bank in Virginia City was profitable. Then one in Deadwood would be even better. His eight guards led the way for the 150 wagons that followed.

"Halt!"

Sergeant Tolliver Jackson pulled his horse to a halt. Along with the other 20 men in his platoon.

"Dismount!"

In accordance with Army protocols, every member of his platoon dismounted. Before they could walk their horses into town. Except for Lieutenant Kunstin. He was white so he could stay on his horse. Jackson didn't mind the insult. It said more about the morons leading the Army than it did him. He did however mind that Kunstin was a half whit.

"Forward... MARCH!" The Platoon Sergeant called out while standing next to his horse.

They marched to the middle of the small town before the Sergeant called Halt again and dismissed them. Tolliver and his men tied their horses before his friends ran off to get liquor and food. He laughed at their excitement. Then noticed three white men watching them from just outside the saloon. Each of them had a beer glass in their hand. But he couldn't tell how drunk they were yet.

"Good mornin, gentlemen." He said as he was about to walk passed them.

"Hey boy? What are you colored fellas doin up here?"

He was trying not to make a face as he turned to look at the middle man. Who had made the comment. But before he could respond the one on his right looked at the man, "Damn it, Brother Mike."

"What?" He shrugged.

"You called him "Boy."

He shook his head with a shrug. "Down south we call everyone "Boy."

The man on the right nodded with an incredulous smile. "Yeah. When we want to imply the man's an idiot."

Tolliver gave a small laugh while "Mike" shook his head. Shrugged and hung his head in shame. "Shit."

The man on the right shook his head in disappointment before extending his hand to Tolliver. "Pastor Elijah Coster but folks call me Preacher. How is your day?" He smiled.

Tolliver Shook his hand with a laugh. "Sergeant Tolliver Jackson. I'm doin well, Preacher. Thank you." Tolliver extended his hand to "Mike."

"Tennessee Mike. It's nice to meet ya. And this is my man, Theo." He motioned to the young man on his left as he shook Tolliver's hand.

Tolliver shook hands with theo before asking, "You men heading to Deadwood for the gold?"

They laughed. "Naw. The Preacher's over protective." Mike commented. "An I'm plannin on makin it rich off my whores." He smiled.

Tolliver was suddenly serious. "You honestly a pimp?" Mike nodded as he sipped his beer. "You got any Black ones?"

Mike nodded. "Over at the wagon train. I got two Black ones and a Seminole."

Tolliver noticed the Pastor gave a sort of angry cringe when Mike mentioned the Seminole. That .45 on his hip looked pretty well used. And the way that Scofield was mounted at his back? The man says he's a Reverend but he's drinking beer wearing four guns? Tolliver would need to warn his men. No reason to cause problems if they had two they could use without issue.