Chapter 6
The sound of tires crunching on gravel brought an ache of anxiety to Jody early the next morning. What in the heck do they want from me now? she wondered drearily, pulling aside the calico curtain to peer down over the slanted porch roof to see an unfamiliar blue Chevrolet Imala rock to a standstill in front of the steps. The shiny door flew open and Ralph Snyder, the mayor of Beaver, unfolded himself and stomped heavily up the porch steps and banged on the screen door.
Jody gave a final jerk to the Levi's she had just stepped into, pulled up the zipper and snapped them shut. Then running a brush through her chestnut curls, she sprinted for the steps taking them two at a time. She was tired and depressed. Dark circles added a tired dimension to her freckle splattered beauty that looked far more womanly than girlish this morning. Burning with self reproach for having walked into the trap set by her adversaries, and worse than having succumbed to her body's compelling demands, was the frosty betrayal of the man to whom she had entrusted her body. He had turned out to be just another conveyor of harassment. For a moment last night she had been able to forget about her father's murder and the overwhelming odds stacked against her. Now she was in no mood to cope with the mayor. Why had he come to see her, anyway? Long ago she had given up hopes of these city officials bringing her good news.
They were nose to nose with the meshed screen door separating them.
"Miss Powers," began Snyder as soon as she had let him step foot into her house. He drew in a deep breath, turning to face her. "I'm sorry I'm the one who has to do this ,. ."
"Oh?" she said blandly, her expression vacuuous. By now she was inured to their condescending attitudes and finger pointing. What was it this time? She stared coldly at the too rounded, fortyish features of the town's mayor.
Snyder cleared his throat. "It's been brought to my attention ... that ... that...." The man stopped, scratched his neck with one hand and gazed into her fine featured face. "Here...." he handed over a manila envelope and shuffled in place "What's that they say about a picture being worth a thousand words?" He chuckled lasciviously, his eyes gleaming vengefully as she reached for the envelope.
Even before Jody's eyes registered the details of the glossy print inside, she knew what she would see. Her throat went tight at the recollection of the flooding flashbulb. They hadn't been spying on her just to embarrass her. No, these people had mapped out her emotional weaknesses and were playing on her human instincts for a reason she was soon to learn.
Whoever the photographer was, he had done his job well. With chilling despair she stared at her pale body with its naked breasts writhing lustfully on the dew-wetted grass. Her shamelessly widespread legs gripping Rob Jackson's hips; her face screwed up in passion. And rearing up above her half-clothed, obscenely spread-eagled body, the lawyer himself, fully dressed except for the wetly gleaming white stump of his penis disappearing into her loins. His head was thrown back far enough to hide his own features and to reveal hers. To anyone who didn't know the facts, the story was clear-a drunken nymphomaniac seducing some man to assuage her lust! She was the only one naked ... the blame was hers.
Jody flushed scarlet as she slammed the incriminating print back into the envelope and dropped it on the table where she'd been raped over a week before.
She drew a deep breath. "What do you expect me to say, Mayor?"
"You realize, of course, that such behavior in a small town like Beaver can be considered a public offense."
Livid with indignation, the girl's embarrassment faded in the face of anger. "You know as well as I do that somebody was planted in those trees to take that photograph ... and that that headless young man was paid by somebody to take advantage of me! And I wouldn't doubt," she added, hissing, "it was the same men who killed my father!"
"My dear, are you denying that is you in that photograph screaming your head off like a dog in heat?"
"I didn't say that wasn't me ... I'm saying I was tricked ... That was no small coincidence ... just like it was no small coincidence that I found a calf stuffed down the well ... and ... and-" Oh, what was the use?
"Look, Miss Powers, all the ranchers around here are suffering for want of rain. You can't tell me that this ... this immoral display of disgusting indecency has anything to do with your cows falling over dead."
Jody drew her hands into fists. "I'm not blaming my behavior on the weather, Mr. Snyder," she snapped. "I'm saying that whoever took that photograph is in cahoots with whoever's trying to buy my land out from under me. And I'll tell you one thing more, Mr. Mayor...." she stormed, squinting her eyes levelly at him, "I have every reason to believe you're involved along with that mealy-mouthed Lokken and that f at-assed Chief of Police and...."
"Miss Powers," Snyder interrupted, raising a hand and shaking his head. "I haven't any idea what you're talking about or what you're accusing me of. I'm here to warn you that this is a Christian town and if you intend to live here, you had better get on the good side of the Lord."
"Okay, confession time! Confession time! Come on...." she spat, sarcastically bending over at the waist, both hands resting on her hips, her breath coming rapidly. " ... Come on out with the bread and wine, Mr. Mayor and please forgive my sins...!" She was on the verge of hysterics and Snyder knew that in minutes he could have her in the palm of his hand.
Snyder walked to the window and stood gazing out of it, his silhouette cutting out the morning glare of light. "As I was saying," he remarked without facing her, "the townsfolk in Beaver aren't going to take to that photograph kindly. Nobody's seen it but me ... so far." He enunciated the last two words meaningfully. "Lucky for you Pastor Anderson or members of the WCTU haven't got a peek at it...."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
Snyder swallowed and thought a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully. "I am an important man in this town. I'm the only man in town who could keep that picture from circulating the saloon, the barber shop and God only knows where else. I could keep you from being charged or run out of town...." His voice trailed off, leaving an inarticulated addendum up to her imagination which quickly fired in defense.
"So what do you want from me ... what's the price?" she asked in a low tone that could have been a sigh.
Snyder spun around to face her. "I'd be glad to do what I could ... if you would be nice to me."
The drop of a hair could have been heard above the vacuous silence pursuant to Snyder's demand. When at last Jody spoke, the words clogged her throat like bad meat: "If-if I go ... to bed with you ... you'll forget it, is that right?" Her voice grew like a booming crescendo.
"You're a swell looking girl and I'm not married. I got money and influence in this town. With this little place of yours we-!"
"Ah ha!" Jody cut in victoriously. "So that's it." She advanced towards him in small steps, her cheeks flushing hotly with each one. "So you're after Daddy's land, too, huh! Well, you can tell the people who sent you here that blackmail isn't gonna work with this girl. I'm not selling!"
Snyder took the defensive because she had left him no alternative. "This deal is between you and me. You be nice to me and I'll burn the negative to this photo. Take your choice." Snyder was showing himself as the bully he was.
Jody was breathing hard, her lips drawn in a tight red line bisecting her freckled face. "The answer is no. A hundred times no! no! no! I wouldn't go to bed with you if you were the last man on earth!" she screamed.
"You spread your legs for some punk ass lawyer," Snyder growled. "What's wrong with me? I ain't bad lookin'."
Insolently, her eyes raked from his lizard skin cowboy boots to the top of his slightly balding head. "Just about everything I can think of!" panted Jody, backing away from his threatening advance.
"If I were you I'd listen to reason." Moving astonishingly fast, he shot out his arms and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Jody screamed, beating at his chest with her fists and wrestling her shoulders in a vain attempt to break his grasp. "Let go of me ... get your hands off of me!" But the incensed mayor crushed her to him in a tight hug, holding her arms to her sides as his cruel, loose-lipped mouth smashed wetly on hers. Jody's protests were smothered in his slobbering kiss as his thick tongue crushed through her lips and jabbed into her mouth. She twisted her head violently from side to side, desperately trying to escape the odious embrace as hot breath from his nostrils bathed her face in foulness. Finally, she clamped her jaws and bit fiercely at his tongue skewering into her ravished mouth.
Snyder sprang back with a cry of pain, slashing her across the cheek with a backhanded blow that sent her reeling backwards across the living room. There was a menacing smile on his mouth and his teeth were smeared with blood. "Little cunt!" he bellowed. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man!"
"Don't touch me!" Jody screamed hysterically. "Leave me alone ... get out of my house ... please!" Like a rabbit dodging a fox's clawing paws, she ran frantically for the door. He caught her in two strides, grabbing her by the shirt collar and ripping the garment from her back in a single jerk. Then he spun her around to face him and hooked his fingers into the elastic of her tautly filled brassiere cups. Another brutal tug and the flimsy foundation tore in two and hung uselessly from her shoulders as her full, pink nippled breasts sprang nakedly free.
"You're so lovely," he panted. "I gotta make you see...."
Screaming again, the fear-crazed girl ran for the other door, but Snyder shot out his foot and tripped her so that she fell heavily onto the sofa beneath the window. He towered over her, his bloodied mouth grinning and the lust hardened shaft of his penis tenting his polyester leisure suit pants. With a sadistic laugh, he threw himself onto her furiously squirming body, rammed the fingers of one hand into the waistband of her Levi's and pulled. The thick denim split from waistband to crotch, revealing her softly trembling belly and the triangle of silkily curling pubic hair peeking out around the tatters of her panties.
Her inner thighs burning from the ripping pressure, Jody fell to sobbing with despair. She beat frantically at him with fists and feet, kicking and gouging and scratching like a cat in a desperate attempt to ward him off. But Snyder paid no attention to the blows. Dragging the torn garments down to her ankles in one powerful thrust so that the whole length of her writhing body was revealed to his lecherous eyes, he grabbed her ankles and bent her legs back over her head. Then, leaning brutally on the backs of Jody's thighs, doubling her up in a humiliating jack knife position on the sofa, he stared lewdly at her nakedly exposed cuntal furrow before reaching for the chestnut pubic hairs mantling her cunt. The terrified girl shrieked and jerked convulsively at the rough touch of his fingers stroking her sensitive pussy flesh.
"All right, Snyder ... get on your feet and keep your hands over your head or I'll plug your ass with a bullet...."
Jody's amber eyes blinked, as the mayor let go of her doubled over body, she stared open mouthed and gave a cry of astonishment as she stared at the nervously stiff frame of Rob Jackson standing in a Matt Dillon pose in the doorway.
Muttering a few choice words to himself, the mayor spun around and stared at the barrel of a .38.
"I said get up!" His voice crescendoed with the demand. "Come on-move! I said move!" The revolver shifted slightly as the young man's tensed finger put pressure on the trigger. Snyder scrambled hastily to his feet, glowering, his hands raised high.
"I didn't know lawyers could turn into cops," said Snyder snidely. "And what the fuck are you doin' off the reservation ... I think I'll have a look into this!" he promised menacingly.
"I've seen how you treat the Indians and it makes me want to puke. Now you're trying to run this young woman off her land the way you ran Fleetfoot and his squaw off their land. I know you bastards are up to something!"
Snyder was breathing heavily, his fingers clenching and unclenching. A dark spot of pre-coital fluid stained his lime green polyester pants to the right of his fly. "You're gonna be sorry you said that, Jackson," grated the town's mayor through clenched teeth. "I run this town...."
"Shaddup with that law abiding crap before I make pudding out of that ugly face!"
The mayor's glittering eyes reflected his irateness. "A flunky punk like you who can't get work around decent white folk and a cheap two bit whore who spreads her legs for every cock-" he snickered. "What a hell of a combination you two make. I'm going to see to it that the two of you get run outta town. By the time the WCTU gets a peek at the photo they'll be forming a militia and warming the tar!"
"Get out!"
Rob raised the gun threateningly and Snyder moved slowly towards the door. "Just the two of you wait ... that's all I can say ... just you wait!" His voice faded as the screen door slammed behind him and moments later the dull thud of a car door followed.
Jody's generous mouth hung open and her wide amber eyes stared almost reverently at the tall, lean, well-muscled young man tucking his pistol into the waist of his levis. Except for the straps of her brassiere hinged to her shoulders and the wad of denim strangling her ankles, she was naked. "How ever did you get here?" She blinked her long silken eyelashes up at him.
"Well ... I was hanging around at the end of your driveway waiting to get a chance to talk to you, and when I saw the mayor heading this way, I knew he was up to no good...."
"Hey," she started, lifting her brown eyes to him. "You must understand how I thought you were in on it," she said contritely.
"That you believe me now is the only thing that matters. Right?"
The brown eyes melted. The pouty lips drew back into a smile. "After that Matt Dillon entrance, are you kidding?"
"It was too coincidental him coming out here this morning after having that damned flashbulb catch us...." Rob grinned. "Sorry I was so long coming to the rescue. I walked up instead of driving because I wanted to get the jump on him if I had to. Now we've got an assault charge on him...."
"But he's got that photo to use against us."
"Oh, so that was the deal." Rob looked embarrassed for a moment. "Tell me, was the picture all that bad?"
"See for yourself. It's on the table."
Rob whistled the moment his eyes fell on the glossy print. "Look at those breasts ... whow!"
"Oh, stop it!" She flushed at his teasing. "It's pretty embarrassing, but I wouldn't worry about it. They can't make it a public issue without you bringing charges of slander against them."
Jody was dubious. "Why would they go to the bother of taking it if they weren't planning on using it?"
"They used it to intimidate you, Jody, to call your bluff. They can always rely on the damned self-righteous Southern Baptists in this town to stir up the muck ... just as they roused enough suspicion of the Indians to turn public opinion against them so that nobody wants them working on the local ranches. You know how they ostracized your father because he suggested the town council support a program to help find work for the Indians on ranches around Beaver. Cripes ... he couldn't get a dime's worth of credit. But they didn't intimidate him ... he was strong to the end when they...."
"When they killed him, that's what you were going to say, right?" Jody's eyes fell.
Rob chose his words carefully. "Possibly ... which is why I've been keeping watch on your place. The Indians are damned sad about that accident after the story coming from the jailed Indian ... well ... I ... "He picked up the girl's hand and began to stroke it.
"They can still use that photo if Snyder decides to bring a public morality charge against me. He's nasty enough to do that."
"Legally he can't. If he should, we can counter it. Rape is no small charge and the Baptists aren't political ... they're sort of a third political party, if you will. There are two witnesses to what happened today."
Jody sighed, her fingers automatically entwining around his. "Even so, they have a darned good chance of turning the town against me so bad that I'll never be able to get the credit to build the ranch back up." Idly, her eyes trailed over the walls. "And Daddy loved it so here...."
"No, listen." He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her head, talking directly into her eyes. "The only way they can hurt you is if you're around to let them show their disdain...."
"Are you saying I should sell, that I-"
"No, NO. I'm saying you should stay here on the ranch and keep an eye on your cattle and put your energies where they're needed most."
"But there's chicken feed to buy and the pick up needs a tune up and...."
"You need a ranch hand, huh? Well, old Robbie wasn't born and raised in Utah for nothing. Let me do that for you."
Jody was alarmed to feel herself smiling. "Hired! Yeah! Somebody's on my side!" Then her jaw fell slack. "God, I'm supposed to be a business woman and look at me!" She grabbed a throw pillow and clamped it over her naked breasts.
"I'd like to do more than look at you," he said softly, sucking in his breath. He stared pointedly at the lush curves of her smooth flat belly and softly rounded hips, at the melonous breasts with their strawberry tipped nipples, at the smooth strength of her shoulders. "Jesus, I've never worked for a woman before. Is this in the job description?"
The naked girl looked searchingly into his eyes and read the meaning. Softly, she reached out her arms and eased him down so that his blonde curls were cradled on her stomach. "Oh, Rob, if good comes along with the bad, you've got to be the best thing that ever-"
The young man's mouth touched the cool satin of her softly quivering flesh. He tensed and sucked in his breath. She could feel his heartbeat. Then, almost of their own volition, his lips began gently nibbling at the satiny skin, his tongue trailing wetly along the flatness of her stomach sloping gently toward the patch of chestnut pubic curls wedged between her thighs. Jody sucked in her breath. No, this was ridiculous! She couldn't let him ... not after last night ...!
As Rob's mouth lingered among the silkily curling pussy hairs, his hands stole down to the marble columns of her thighs and tenderly pressured them apart. "No!" the trembling girl whispered. "Rob, no. ... you mustn't!" But the muscles involuntarily relaxed, her knees fell outwards and she found herself unconsciously freeing one foot from the tangle of trousers and ripped panties so that she could spread her legs further apart.
The aroused young lawyer stroked his hands upwards until his fingers touched the moistly heated coral lips of her cuntal slit nestling up between her widespread thighs. And then, as she jerked and caught her breath at the sudden thrilling contact, he gently pried apart the fleshy, hair covered lips and eased himself down along her body so that his mouth could close over the gaping wet entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, please ... don't!" Jody breathed ecstatically. "Please don't. Oooggghhhhh!" Her shoulder slipped further down on the sofa and her hips squirmed invitingly as his soft tongue suddenly laced snake-like into the warm tunnel of her cunt.
Delicious flickers of unbelievable excitement flamed through her loins as the reservation lawyer's lips sucked teasingly at her quivering pussy flesh and the tip of his hot probing tongue found and then swirled around the oily nub of her clitoris.
The naked young girl felt her own vaginal secretions began to flood warmly around his lapping mouth as he drew the sensitive shaft of flesh between his teeth, rolling it from side to side to send insane tremors of desire shuddering through her veins.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Rob ... oh, baby! Oh, what you do to meeee!"
Her hips writhing in slow hypnotic motion, Jody reached her hands out blindly for his loins and, for the second time in less than twenty four hours, tore open the zipper of his pants and pulled out his stiffly upstanding cock.
For a silent moment she gazed in fascination at the bloated, mushroom shaped head protruding from the foreskin. A pearl of seminal fluid glistened like dew ill at the slit of its tip. Then, twisting the top half of her body towards him, she pulled the muscled rod of flesh towards her face and poised her wetly ovaled lips above the blood engorged head.
Feeling the warmth of her breath playing over the lubricated bulb of his cock head, Rob groaned deep in his chest. A moment later as the girl's hot mouth closed wetly over the aching tip of his penis, he was levering Jody's quivering thighs even further apart as his tongue slavered wildly into the sucking depths of her writhing young cunt.
The excitement, the sensations of a moistly heated mouth against her genitals was too much for them both. Almost before Jody knew what was happening, she felt Rob's warmly throbbing cock growing larger and hotter in her mouth. Knowing he was about to cum, she began sucking hungrily and mewled with an obscene delight as she felt the first heated splash of his cum spurt like liquid fire down her throat.
And that triggered her own orgasm, causing her to spread her legs even wider-to get more and more of his snaking tongue fucking up inside her convulsing cunt....