Chapter 5
The Oklahoma sky was a riot of brassy colors when Jody Powers put on a fresh pair of Levi's and crisp white shirt, dusted off her cowgirl boots and drove into town in her pick-up truck. She had taken special care to brush her hair to a glossy shine. This should give them something to talk about-a woman invading the sacred all-men saloon, wearing pants at that!
She wagered herself an extra beer that the jeep would be there at the end of the driveway waiting for her. Right she was. Her headlights torched the vehicle alight and she got a good look at the good looking young man behind the wheel. As expected, he followed her into Beaver and parked at the other end of town, across the railroad tracks.
This was a hot, sticky, insect-buzzing night and as Jody Powers stepped through the saloon doors, the night grew hotter from eyes burning into her feminine frame. For an anxious moment, all conversation ceased and heads lifted from foamy mugs to turn toward her, elbows nudging, eyebrows raising. Then there sounded a low murmur, a sudden crackle of laughter form a table in the back. With an assurance she was far from feeling, Jody strode into the smoke filled room and slipped down on a bar stool. The old fashioned ceiling fan overhead blew a few welcomed gusts down upon her chestnut curls, ruffling them about her freckle splattered face. Her amber eyes trailed down the lacquered bar top, roving domino-like from face to face until her eyes sparred with the astonished bartender who forced a smile and ambled down to her end.
"Good evening, Miss. What can I get ya?"
"I'll take a draft beer," the girl said decidedly. "And make it a big one!"
The poker chips ceased tinkling on the back game table. Dressed like a man, acting like a man by coming in unescorted and uninvited into their recreation hall ... what audacity! She had as much right to be here as they did, but her purpose in coming here was not to be labelled the scarlet woman.
Sipping the foamy beer, she swiveled around on the bar stool and drank in the sea of astonishment on their expressionless faces. The saloon was packed this Thursday eve with cattle drivers, railroad workers and a few professional looking men. Jody recognized a few of them by sight. Her father had not frequented the saloon, his drinking amounted to a few quiet beers at home in front of the television set. Never had she been exposed to this kind of exclusive male entertainment which accounted for her anonymity in the small town. Suddenly the door burst open and a blond young man-the man who had been trailing her-sauntered in and seated himself at a table close by. Jody studied him curiously. He was better looking than in the head-lights of her car-tall, muscular with even white teeth and a friendly looking face.
She sipped her beer and ordered a second. After her third beer, she began to feel impatient. People came and went and after one glance in her direction, the impact wore off. She had managed a desultory conversation with a cattle drover who looked to be part Indian, but it led nowhere. Other than that, nothing was happening. How could she stir things up, she wondered. She was caught in an inveiglement but could do nothing to unwind the web. She could only hope that her appearance here would start the tongues wagging and get someone to open his mouth on drunken impulse. Sitting with her elbows braced on the bar top, the chestnut haired rancher considered what to do next.
She could call in the state agricultural department from Oklahoma City and have them perform an official, documented autopsy on her dead cattle. She knew several of the professors there on a personal level. But no ... that was a long range shot that would accomplish nothing but a lot of letter writing. That they'd been poisoned by intraveinous injections was a fact in her mind. Better disregard the law, thought Jody, feeling the pain in her buttocks from this afternoon's assault in the name of the law, and work it out single-handedly.
Feeling rather tipsy from the beer, .she paid for her drinks and made for the door. Before she pushed her way through, her eyes locked on the tall blond headed man sitting at a nearby table sipping a glass of beer. "You're gonna have to chug that down. I'm leaving right now," she snapped.
"Huh?" His voice was deep and had a pleasant tone. "What are you talking about?" His soft gray eyes tried to seduce her into silence.
She leaned her hands on the table and stared coldly at him. "Why are you following me?" she demanded, tight lipped.
"Following you? You must be paranoid, lady, I haven't-"
"Sure you have. I've seen you parked at the end of my driveway everyday for three days. You followed me into town and parked across the railroad tracks."
He became defensive, but maintained his soft tone. "I wanted a beer. Does it mean that I'm following you because I drove the same road you did or came to the same saloon?"
"I don't believe you! You were paid to park near my property and spy on me. I want to know who paid you and why."
"M'am," the stranger said, leaning back in his chair, "I think you should go home and get some sleep." He stared pointedly at her alcohol flushed cheeks.
Conversation around them had ceased and people were listening curiously, as small town people will. She could read their thoughts on their faces ... a nymphomaniac who thinks every male is out to lay her! Stiff with rage, she spun on her heel and charged through the doors.
The heels of her cowgirl boots clomped heavily against the pavement as she made for her pick-up truck. Abruptly, she stopped in her tracks. A tall man with a wrestler's build was leaning against her truck smoking a cigarette, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. Jody recognized his face from political election posters.
"You're Mr. Snyder, the mayor, aren't you?"
He nodded. "That's me." He crushed out his cigarette butt with the heel of his boot.
"Mr. Snyder, I need your help. I'm Jody Powers ... I have a ranch east of here. Somebody's trying to harass me off my land so I'll put it up for sale. I've had several cows keel over dead for no reason and I've been attacked in my own house. I've gone to the police but I don't seem to get through to them. Somebody's been following me wherever I go."
He had been watching her emerge from the saloon, had noticed the distraught expression on her face and had made his own assumptions. "If the police are following you, I'm sure they have their reasons. If you have any complaints take it up with Pigson, and if you have any evidence to pass along the police department handle it through the proper channels." He nodded briefly. "Nice to have made your acquaintance."
"I refuse to be intimidated!" shouted Jody furiously. "And you can tell your fat-assed Chief of Police that, too!"
Trembling with rage, Jody climbed into her pick-up truck and turned the key. The motor burst into life and wrenching the steering wheel around she made a tight U-turn and headed for the outskirts of Beaver. About a mile from her driveway head lights flooded her rear view mirror. As she expected, it was the wretched jeep again on her tail, manned by the fellow from the saloon. This time, he passed her, gunning the engine.
Jody let out a weary sigh, forcing him out of her mind. The night was warm and buzzing with crickets and the moon was high overhead. The beer had put her in a fuzzy mood and everything appeared in duplicate. She slowed perceptibly, maintaining tight control on her speed. The last thing she needed was to be pulled over on a drunken driving charge. If there was a patrol car within five miles, it would certainly find her the way her luck was running!
Over the hill and around the bend she came within view of the ranch-a sole yard light illuminating the weedy yard and another in the chicken house. Suddenly, approaching the entrance to the ranch drive, she spied headlights, barring her passage. It was the jeep with its driver leaning against the front fender. As she jammed on the brakes and laid on the horn, he levered himself upright and walked towards her.
Livid with rage, Jody jumped out of her truck, leaving the engine running in case she needed to make a quick getaway and pointed angrily at the jeep. "What the hell's the idea of keeping me out of my driveway! Get off of my property ... it's bad enough being followed by you without finding my briveway bl-"
"Okay, okay," the man said, holding up his palms defensively. He was smiling in the burst of lights. "I know I shouldn't be here, Jody, but I couldn't play it any other way in the saloon. I can't afford to blow my cover."
Jody, snivelling, arms clamped over her chest defiantly, released then suddenly, totally taken aback. "What do you mean ... blow your cover?" she blinked.
"I'm a lawyer from the reservation."
He introduced himself as Rob Jackson, and for four months he had been working with the American Indian Movement helping to defend Indians against prejudiced legal system. In that position he had been advised of Martin Powers' interest in finding work for reservation Indians whose land had been bought out from under them for a ridiculously low price only to have the government tax them heavily on the sale. One of the reservation Indians thrown into Beaver's drunk tank had come back to the reservation with a story he had overheard while he lay on the mattress, daring not to move for fear the white men would beat him as they had many brothers before him. In his stupor he had listened to the Chief of Police being confronted by an unidentified man who had offered money to withhold evidence in the 'accidental' death of Martin Powers. The Indian had instantly recognized the name of the honored white man and upon paying bail, had hastened to relay his story...." and that's why I'm keeping an eye on this place," he explained.
"I don't believe you. If I can't trust the Chief of Police, why should I trust you? Why shouldn't you be on the payroll too?"
"I'm sure you're wondering about the drug bust they tried to lay on you?"
Jody didn't need to answer yes to that.
"I've discussed the matter with the reservation police and nobody believes you had anything to do with it. It's some kind of set up, but they had to come along as witnesses to the search."
"So," began Jody, her voice, she realized with dismay, was thick and blurred from alcohol ... and it seemed the moment was pregnant with meanings she should remember. " ... Why are you suddenly on my side? If indeed you are," she added, surprised to feel her cheeks pull tight in a smile.
Rob was staring at her, soft gray eyes shining under a mass of blonde curls that shone golden in the blast of headlights. He glanced appreciately at the proud thrust of her breasts under her tucked in skirt, the subtle contours of her waist and hips. "It gets pretty lonely out there on the reservation," he said softly. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Jody never knew quite how it happened, but his arms slunk around her waist and her own hands were clasped to the back of his warm neck, pulling his face down towards her. It might have been the demon alcohol; it might have been simply that her feminine nature was hungry for the attention of a male so long denied her ... but all of her passionate nature welled up inside of her and burst its dam which she had built in self-defense these past few weeks.
She opened her mouth and kissed him long and hard, invitingly, their hotly muscled tongues sparring together in the wet caverns of their mouths as Rob's arms tightened convulsively around her, and Jody's fingers delved beneath the collar of his shirt.
Loneliness, uncertainty and fatigue called mutiny on her defenses, and suddenly she was crying helplessly. Great salt tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He crushed her to him, squashing her breasts against his chest, his knee firm between her trembling thighs. With one hand, he stroked the cascade of chestnut curls shining golden in the bright headlights.
"Baby," he murmured. "Everything's going to be all right now. You have a friend."
And as she heard the quiet reassuring tones above her head, Jody felt as though an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The fears and problems and rages of a few minutes ago dwindled to nothing beside the swell of gratitude and tenderness and sudden desire she felt for the man in whose arms she stood. He had called himself her friend-and he said everything would be all right....
She could feel the hard bulge of his penis through the stiff denim of his Levi's against her thigh. The warmth of his breath played against her soft hair and she shivered with auspicious awareness at the touch of his big hand on her back. All at once Jody Powers knew that she wanted this Rob Jackson ... she wanted his warmly pulsating penis inside her womb, she wanted to feel its male hardness boring up into her belly ... more than she had ever wanted anything in her life!
Raising her tear-stained face, she stared up into his eyes. "Hold me ... hold me tight!"
Rob didn't have to be told. He caught his breath, breathing in the perfumed warmth of her. He thought the frame of chestnut hair, the luminous amber eyes bright with pleading and the softly parted lips the most alluring he had ever seen. Their mouths clasped hungrily together. For a delirious moment they stood there kissing while his hands roved the supple waist and then insinuated themselves around to cup the swelling mounds of her breasts in their palms. And then Rob's arm tightened around her shoulders, his other arm dived behind her knees, and he swept her up and carried her to the glen of elderberry bushes.
There was a glassy glade there several yards off the highway. He gently lowered her to the moist grass and sat down beside her. "Jody?" he said in a croaking voice that was tantamount to asking her if she was sure.
Jody gazed up at him in the faint light filtering through the foliage from the jeep's headlamps, the arousal of erotic desire stifling her ability to speak. Her mouth opened and her head moved hypnotically up and down.
With a silent cry, Rob tore open the buttons of her blouse and forced the white brassiere beneath it up and over the tautly out-thrust mounds of her breasts. His fingers lightly traced the swelling outlines of naked flesh, rolling and tweaking her rubbery nipples until they spiked out into lustful hardness. Then with a groan of delight he dropped his head between them and hungrily kissed the soft slopes of satiny flesh under which the excited girl's heart was fluttering wildly. His tongue trailed wetly along the warm valley separating her breasts, flickered up the mound closest to him, licked around the erect nipple.
Jody groaned softly with pleasure, arching her hips off the wet earth as his fingers tightened on her tender flesh, forcing the nipple up into his mouth while he sucked and nibbled teasingly at the rubbery little bud. Her hand crawled down the length of his muscular body, groping for the rigid bulge of his lustfully throbbing cock where it thrust out the material of his pants, already moist and sticky with pre-coital juices seeping from the tip. He jerked convulsively and moaned deep in his throat as her fingers tightened around the stiffly outlined shaft, thrusting his pelvis towards the tantalizing grasp as his lips and tongue alternated frantically between the squirming girl's nipples.
Mewling with mindless passion, Jody reached for the zipper at the top of his fly and yanked it down. Worming her hand into the opening, she hauled aside his shirt and jockey shorts and pulled out his throbbing shaft of male flesh. As her cool fingers closed around the muscled staff, the young man groaned again. His aching cock jerked and trembled at her feather-light touch sending unbearable ripples of erotic delight coursing through his loins.
Rob's penis was long and thick and webbed with veins on the underside, the lust bloated head already bursting through the foreskin to nose wetly into the girl's palm. Her naked breasts rising and falling with her tumultuous emotions. Jody rolled over onto her side in the dew splattered grass so that she could reach him with her other hand. Gently, she pulled his testicles free of the garments, kneading and .caressing the sperm swollen balls in their hairy sac as she milked the rigid, quivering penis and watched his plum-colored cock head appear, then, disappear, then reappear in the palm of her hand.
Then suddenly drawing his foreskin hard back with her fore-finger and thumb so that the blood engorged head throbbed and swelled to greater hardness, she snatched her other hand away and tore open the side-zipper of her own pants, arching her pelvis off the ground as she dragged the garment and the nylon panties under them, down over her hips and kicked them off to lie naked in the grass.
"Oh God," she moaned, flailing her chestnut curls from side to side on the velvet grass. "I want to be close to you so bad!"
Gasping with excitement, Rob scrambled to his knees, his eagerly pulsing penis still firmly grasped in the aroused young girl's hand. For a moment in the dimly lit glade he saw her beneath him-she was lying shamelessly on the grass, her blouse wide open, her brassiere pushed up under her arms, the tautly erect nipples tipping her sensuous breasts pointing proudly up at the moon overhead. Down the long pale blur of her naked body he say from a filtered gleam of headlights, moisture among the damp forest of hairs between her trembling thighs. And now her legs snaked wider on either side of him and he was sinking down between them, her urgent fingers guiding his pulsating hardness toward her cock hungry vagina.
Rob gasped and shivered as the hard rubbery tip nosed damply against the hair-fringed, feverishly swollen lips of her cunt, moaning with desire as she stirred the sensitive throbbing glans into her warm wet folds of pussy flesh. Then he could stand it no longer: supporting himself on the palms of his hands, on either side of her softly trembling body, he flexed his hips and thrust.
The huge throbbing stalk of male flesh slid through Jody's wetly gaping vaginal lips and up into the liquid head of her belly. The scalding elastic sheath swallowed the whole length of his rock hard shaft as easily as a vaseline lubricated rubber glove. Never before had he felt a vagina so warm, so buttery, so clasping. Her deeper cuntal muscles milked and massaged his pulsating hardness until he wanted to yell out his delight. Rob clenched his teeth and groaned deep in his throat.
Jody had mewled with ecstasy as the rod of flesh tunneled up into her belly. Releasing her hold on Rob's wetly seeping cock, she tore open the buttons of his shirt, writhing her naked breasts against the soft hairs matting his chest. Her legs twined themselves around his thighs, her heels locked themselves behind his knees, and she raked her fingers passionately down his back as she thrust her cock stuffed pussy convulsively up and down to meet the downward plunges of his powerful hips.
"Oooooh!" she gurgled deliriously. "That's so goood! Give it to me! Fuck me! Oh ... Yes ... yesss!"
"Damned right I will!" Rob panted, punctuating his words with thrusts and withdrawals of his long hard penis. "I'm going ... to fuck ... you ... until ... you scream!"
"Yesss! Yesss! Give it ... to me ... say it again!"
"I'm going to ... fuck you ... and fuck you ... and fuck you ... until you cream ... you ... beautiful ... whore!"
"Aaaahh!" Jody panted deliriously. His battering penis seemed to batter away the cares and woes of the past weeks. "Oh, darllling! Oooooggghhh!" Sex was her medicine this night.
Together, they started a slow undulating rhythm, their naked hips smacking lewdly together in the stillness of the elderberry thicket as the wildly aroused young man's rigidly throbbing penis pistoned relentlessly in and out of her hungrily clasping, cock-milking cunt.
In the thick foliage a rabbit wiggled its nose against the strange musky scent foreign to his olfactory nerves. He watched dumbfoundedly as the human beings grunted and groaned savagely, before dashing for the protection of his underground warren.
And Jody was savage with passion! Her arms clamped fiercely around his shoulders, drawing him down to her so that the taut buds of her lust hardened nipples continued to mash furiously against the bared flesh of his chest. Rob's face was drowned in the perfume halo of her hair, his tongue slavering at the smooth skin of her neck as her wetly open mouth crooned obscenities into his ear. His hands forced themselves under her undulating ass cheeks, cupping the cool weight of her buttocks against his palms, pulling her up tighter still against the jack hammering thrusts of his penis.
For minutes they fucked in a silence broken only by crickets and the slap and squelch of naked flesh on flesh and the rasping of excited breath punctuated by murmured endearments and small cries of delight. The roar and crackle of a motorcycle approaching on the highway swelled to a crescendo and then died away into the distance. Further up in the forest a night bird gave a single cry, and somewhere on the far side a second rabbit scurried out of its warren to investigate the strange goings-on reported by his warren-mate.
Arching her strong young hips ferociously upwards to meet the plunging thrusts of the man whose rock hard penis was thundering in and out of her belly, Jody was riding the magic carpet of erotic bliss. Nothing existed in her alcohol-dimmed passion crazed mind but the reality of the hands clenched into the sensitive flesh of her buttocks, the warm mouth nibbling at her neck, the hard male weight pressing masterfully down on her aching nipples, and the thrilling assault of the wonderfully hardened cock skewering into her loins.
The soft grass carpet slid away under her. In the gaps between the branches overhead, the stars swung crazily across the sky.
Gradually they accelerated the tempo of their pounding hips until now their nakedly entwined bodies were working together like a perfectly designed machine, and the graph of that machine's progress was mounting towards a climax! Over the hammering of his heart and the thunder of blood in his ears, Rob realized in the sweet agony of approaching orgasm that the moment was almost there. The graph had begun to climb unbearably upward; already he could feel the familiar tension building deep within his cum-filled balls ... building, building, clamoring for release.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "Oh, Jody, baby ... I can't ... I'm almost ... Are you...?"
Drawing up her knees in answer, she wound her legs around the humping man's waist, her heels drumming frantically on the pumping cheeks of his naked ass. He moaned in ecstasy, easing one hand out from under her buttocks to squeeze the fleshy hair-covered lips of her cunt more tightly around the iron hard stump of his cock as it sawed savagely in and out of her hotly seething pussy.
Rob's forefinger wormed its way among her sensitive folds of vaginal flesh to find the erect little bud of her clitoris and pushed forward causing her sensitive, passion-swollen nerve ending to scrape against his thickened male hardness.
Jody's breath exploded shrilly from her lungs in a convulsion of delight. "Oh God!" she exclaimed in a whispered scream, her whole naked body shuddering in uncontrollable spasms. "Oh God! ... Oh no! ... I'm going to ... Yes, I'm cummming!"
"Go on, baby!" groaned her lover, ramming his wildly jerking cock furiously up into her heated cuntal passage for the final shattering strokes. "Go on ... cum! Cum, cum, cum!...."
"Yes! Yessss! ... I-Aaaggghhh! Oh God, I'm cumming!" her voice sang out into the night.
Jody's hips writhed and threshed beneath him as he felt the irresistible surge of his own orgasm stream the spasming length of his cock and erupt into the hotly sucking depths of her womb in scalding, pulsating spurts. Their bodies slammed together in mutual ecstasy. Their arms tightened convulsively around one another. And then as Jody, open mouthed rolled her head in speechless delight, Rob arched his back and leaned up off her to utter a strangled cry of triumph and fulfillment.
At that moment, blinding white light burst momentarily over the glade as a flashbulb exploded and a shutter clicked among the trees
"What the hell...?"
Pushing himself savagely away from her so that his half deflated penis pulled free of her cunt with a loud sucking squelch, Rob scrambled furiously to his feet and sprinted into the elder-berry thicket, stuffing his cock back into his trousers as he ran.
The almost naked girl sat up aghast, her eyes wide with alarm, listening to the receding crackle of brushwood as the intruder burst through the bushes, his angered pursuer hot on his heels. Five minutes later Rob came crashing back to the glen, his lips compressed and his brow dard with anger. "He got away," he said grimly. "I couldn't catch him in the dark-but I'm sure it was that bastard Lokken."
Jody was fully dressed, standing in the center of the glade with her hands clenched at her sides. "Naturally he got away. Congratulations on your fine acting...."
He stared dumbfoundedly at her, his jaw falling slack. "Jody ..-.?" he said hesitantly. "You can't possibly believe ... I mean after we ... that I...."
Her face was cold and distant as the stars shining overhead. "Nice work, law man," she sniped.
"Jody!"
"Your sense of timing is impeccable. If you ever get run off that reservation you might try working for the CIA!"
"Good God!" exclaimed Rob distressfully. "You can't believe that I knew about that mealy-mouthed little weasel...."
"Get away from me! Get out of my sight! You make me sick to my stomach...." she shouted, trying to master the tears that threatened to scald down her orgasm-flushed cheeks. Leaving the confused young man standing there in the middle of the clearing, she spun on her heel and stomped blindly back to the driveway, jumped into her pick up truck and ramming it into reverse, swung around to avoid Rob's jeep and tore off down the dirt road to the ranch. She gunned the engine, the empty pick-up truck rattling over the pit holes in a fury of dust.