Chapter 10
Lita halted them an hour after noon that day. She had ridden ahead to a low ridge looking down into a jumble of cliffs and canyons. Logan stiffened when he saw her hand signal and Gloria immediately knew that danger lay ahead.
"I think they're from Cochise's band," Lita said when she rode back to join them. "They don't look like a war party.
"What are you going to do?" Logan asked.
"Make smoke," she said, dismounting and gathering firewood. "Cut some limbs off that juniper there; we need something green too.
Gloria felt more than a little worried about the advisability of signaling to any band of Apaches, no matter how well Lita might know them, but when she found Logan willingly complying with the girl's requests she felt somewhat better about the plan. They soon had a small fire built and Lita then added an armful of green wood. A billow of smoke rose up and the girl snatched off her saddle blanket. Manipulating it over the fire, she sent up several balls of smoke, of differing sizes, and then kicked the fire apart, effectively quenching it.
"That will be enough to bring them to us," she explained to Logan, who in turn relayed the message to Gloria.
"I only hope she knows what she's doing," Gloria muttered prayerfully.
"She's pretty sure of it," Logan said. "Remember, there are some Apaches that wouldn't look very kindly on her anyway. This must be a group she knows and trusts pretty well."
His prediction proved to be very accurate. Lita rode out from their fire and soon returned, followed by half a dozen braves. They approached warily, even though Logan had ostentatiously hung his pistol belt from his saddle horn and moved some distance from it. Lita soon had them all at ease, however, and Gloria marveled to find herself standing easily in the midst of a small group of warriors as fierce as any the southwest had ever known.
"They're from Cochise's band, all right," Logan explained to her. "They're out on a hunting party. Lita's giving them the lowdown on how we rescued her from a feller that was going to sell her off as a slave -- that'll put them on our side for sure."
Again his prediction proved to be remarkably accurate. At length, when the girl had fully explained her predicament and how she had been rescued from it, the six braves grunted solemnly and filed forward to give Logan's right hand a prodigious pumping. They also stopped in front of Gloria and similarly mauled her hand, grunting and exclaiming all the while.
"Yep, they think we're some punkins," Logan said with a big grin. "I reckon we could have just about anything we wanted, that's how pleased they are!"
"I believe I'd settle just for a safe passage to Tombstone," Gloria said with a big sigh of relief. "Wouldn't that be the best solution for us?"
"I reckon it would," Logan agreed. "Might not do to get caught up in one of their celebrations -- they're awful fond of stewed dog and that's a dish I just can't abide."
"Ugh! I'd sooner eat this jerky and pinole for another week!" Gloria exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Logan began palavering with the braves and Gloria took advantage of the conversation to measure her first Apache braves. They were all short men, not one coming up to five and a half feet tall, but two of them had enormously broad shoulders and deep, powerful chests. One man had an ancient army carbine; the others carried bow and arrows.
"They say they'll ride along with us almost all the way," Logan finally told her. "I had to do some powerful arguing to keep us from being invited to a dog eating contest but they gave in after a while. They say we can get there late tonight if we ride real hard and don't meet up with any trouble, or we can take it easy and get there tomorrow morning."
They mounted and rode off, following their Apache escort. Gloria rode beside Lita, who seemed much happier now, and they exchanged coy glances as they jogged along. In late afternoon they came across the tracks of a recent cavalry patrol and that sighting effectively ended their chances of getting to Tombstone that night. They made camp in a deep canyon beside a small spring.
The evening was a chaste one; all the braves were married, Lita said, and to have attempted a sexual episode with any of them would have greatly damaged her chances of being taken back into the tribe. Under those circumstances Gloria felt that it would be unkind of her to avail herself of Logan's magnificent prick. Thus she curled up beside him but resolutely closed her mind to all thoughts of the joys she could have had. It was the most uncomfortable night she had spent since he had rescued her from the Comanche, so many miles away.
By the middle of the following morning they had reached a point where the Apache escort was obviously becoming nervous. They said something to Logan, who answered, and then turned to Gloria.
"This is as far as they go," he said. "Tombstone's about ten miles off in that direction."
"Would you tell Lita something for me, please?" Gloria said, looking over at the girl with affection. "Tell her that I'll always remember all the things that she showed me. And that if it's ever possible for her to visit me in town I would love to see her some time."
Logan relayed the message and got a fervent reply.
"She says she doesn't know how she'll arrange it," he said, "but she's going to make sure that we all get together again some time!"
"I'll look forward to that," Gloria said, eyeing the girl fondly and sighing as she remembered the exquisite thrills they had experienced together. "I really will!"
The Apaches wheeled their horses back, Lita with them, and disappeared into a thick patch of brush to the right. Logan and Gloria kicked their horses forward and began the last leg of their long trek. They arrived in Tombstone at three-twenty that afternoon. One of the first buildings she saw as they rode into the dusty, sun baked town was a low, rambling adobe carrying a crudely painted sign which proclaimed, "Empire Mercantile & Freight Co., J. Cramer, Prop."
"That must be Jed's place!" she exclaimed. "Oh, what luck! Come on, Dick, let's see if it isn't the place we're looking for!"
They dismounted in front of the store, hitching their horses to the rail which ran the length of the building's front, and went inside. Gloria had to squint to pierce the gloom, which was all the darker in contrast to the brilliant sunshine outside, but she easily recognized her brother-in-law behind the counter. She went over to him and introduced himself. For a moment Cramer could not bring himself to believe her; he had received word via Army telegraph that the wagon train which she and her husband had accompanied had been completely wiped out by an Indian attack.
"It was just about wiped out," she said. "One of the Indians was left; he was carrying me off to Mexico when Logan here caught up with us and killed him."
She went on to give a capsule version of their travels from that point on. She omitted all mention of the exciting and gratifying sexual experiences she had shared with Logan, of course, and also glossed over the exact reasons he had not conducted her back through Texas.
"I can't believe it!" Cramer finally exclaimed. "We'd done given you up for dead and here you are, safe and sound!"
After a moment, though, he had regained his composure enough to invite them back into his living quarters. He and his wife, a thin, mousey little woman who looked to be much older than his thirty years, had an apartment behind the store and they insisted that Logan and Gloria avail themselves of their hospitality.
"What are we going to tell them?" Gloria asked Logan when they had a moment alone together. "I'm not going to sleep by myself for very long, not after all the things we've had together!"
"Why, I was sort of hoping that you 'n me might get hitched up and make a pair," he told her, bringing a gasp of happy delight to her lips. "I've got a little stake socked away in my saddlebags and them horses we brought through, they ought to help a little more. Maybe I could throw in with your brother-in-law; didn't you say once that your husband had been intending to go into the business with him"'
"Yes, Jed had written inviting him to become a partner," she said. "He's been having a lot of trouble finding dependable people to boss the freight wagons. It seems that every man with a bit of gumption has decided to go into the hills and become a miner."
"Thanks, I'd rather stick to horses and mules," Logan said. "Seems to me that the chances of making a living are a lot better. I can't see digging in the ground for a living, unless maybe it's to farm. Yeah, maybe old Jed would like to have an experienced hand around. There'll be a fortune to be made here, shipping goods out to them prospectors and miners."
"And we'll tell them that we're planning to get married"' she urged.
"Yep, just as soon as it's decent, we'll tie the knot," Logan confirmed.
Cramer greeted their news with much more equanimity than either of them had dared hope. He mourned his dead brother, naturally, but as he said to Gloria, the times were too tense to allow for the protracted period of mourning which eastern customs would dictate.
"You could wear black dresses and a long face for ten years," he told them, "and it wouldn't do a blessed thing toward bringing Henry back. And I know you miss him, so what's the point of all that mourning? It's a thing I never held much with anyway. No, I say find you a preacher as soon as you want. And Logan, if you've got even a tenth of the experience you say you have -- not that I'm doubting your word for a minute, you understand -- then you're just exactly the man I've been looking for. Tell you what: if you throw in them horses of yours with mine and buy one more wagon, then I'll make you a proposition which ought to have us both rolling in money inside of a year. I'm telling you, these hills around here are full of miners and there ain't a one of 'em that won't buy almost anything I can get from the east. Guns, ammunition, tools, food, supplies, clothes, you name it and we can get rid of it. At a handsome price too."
"That's the way with mining," Logan observed.
"Every field I ever saw or heard tell of, there was a few that made money prospecting but a lot more that made money by selling things to them that was trying to prospect.
"That's it exactly," Cramer said. "And especially now -- everybody's out looking for gold and we'll have the freight and mercantile business all to ourselves!"
The prospects were every bit as good as Cramer had depicted them, Logan soon learned. The miners around Tombstone had an unquenchable desire for manufactured goods and Cramer had all he could do to satisfy those wants. Logan and Gloria found themselves a minister and were married in short order but the pressing demands of the business were such that he had to go from the church straight to the small but comfortable house they had taken and change into his working clothes, then go back to the store and supervise the loading of a wagonload of mining supplies. Cramer had accumulated a massive backload of orders, during the period when he had been shorthanded, and Logan had to work frantically in order to catch up with the work. After the first month, however, they found themselves more in command of the situation. "Want to take off tomorrow and go up into the hills for a couple or three days?" he said to Gloria one night when they sat down to a late dinner. "We could find a nice mountain valley, do some fishing and maybe some hunting. It'd be nice, all to ourselves and not a thing to worry about. And there just might be another little surprise waiting, too."
"Want to take off tomorrow and go up into the hills for a couple or three days?" he said to Gloria one night when they sat down to a late dinner. "We could find a nice mountain valley, do some fishing and maybe some hunting. It'd be nice, all to ourselves and not a thing to worry about. And there just might be another little surprise waiting, too."
"That sounds marvelous," she said. "I haven't seen nearly enough of you lately. But what kind of surprise do you mean? You've got that look in your eye; you're up to something!"
He refused to explain his meaning, no matter how she coaxed and pleaded. They packed up the next day, carrying an ample load of supplies, and rode out of town to the northeast. Logan led her over the rough roads with which he had lately become so familiar and, about ten miles out of town, cut off the dirt trail to head up into the mountains.
"I found this place about two weeks ago," he explained. "One of the prettiest little spots ever I saw. I think you'll really like it."
They rode through a narrow, rocky notch and came out into a small meadow framed by steeply rising cliffs. Halfway across the meadow, Gloria saw two scruffy little ponies grazing in the deep grass; they had ropes around their necks and looked to be picketed.
"Someone has already found the place!" she exclaimed in disappointment. "Look, they're already put up a ramada! And there's someone under it!"
When they got closer she could see that there were two figures under the brush-covered sunshade. She looked over at Logan anxiously; the thought of Indians at once sprang into her mind. Logan seemed totally unconcerned, however, and was boldly riding straight for the ramada.
"It's Lita!" Gloria cried out when she had gotten close enough to be able to see the features of the people. "As I live and breathe, it's Lita!"
"I thought you might like this," Logan said with an infectious grin. "I met them along the road a couple of days ago and we got this all fixed up. She's hooked up with another man; that's Lob."
Gloria jumped down from her horse and ran over to Lita, who had come out from under the ramada and waved excitedly. They embraced fervently and loudly proclaimed their pleasure at seeing each other once again. Lola, a strongly built brave, very tall for an Apache, came out as well; he wore only a breech clout and greeted Logan with a broad smile and a ribald gesture. Logan unsaddled their horses quickly and stacked their gear beside the ramada.
"Is he ... well, I mean, does he know about all the things Lita likes to do?" Gloria excitedly asked. "Is that why you got me up here? So that we could do all the things we'd talked about?"
"That's one of the reasons," Logan admitted. "You haven't changed your mind and gone respectable, have you?"
Gloria sucked in a deep breath and looked the three of them over carefully before answering.
"I was beginning to wonder if respectability might not have been forced upon me," she said. "But no, I haven't forgotten all those wonderful things we did; I still remember them. And I remember some of the other things we talked about too!"
Lita had been wearing only a brief smock, the top to her leggings, and she now began removing that. The bright, savage glint in her black eyes left little doubt of her readiness to begin their pleasure where they had left off. Lob looked about, shrugged and pulled off his breech cloth, revealing a very handsomely proportioned prick and balls. Gloria frankly looked him over and saw that he had plenty of the right equipment.
"He's a stallion!" she exclaimed.
"Try out your Spanish," Logan said, reminding her that she had become much more proficient in that language since they had arrived in Tombstone. "Lita's gotten a lot better at it too -- Lob talks it real good."
"Yes, it is only fitting that we should all speak together if we are to do these other things together," Lob said. "In my own band, as a child, we spoke as much Spanish as Apache. My mother was a Mexican, you see.
Lita had come over to him and had dropped her hand down over his prick; she began working the foreskin back and forth over the turnip-shaped head and soon had him fully aroused. Gloria undressed as quickly as she could. The sight of Lob's magnificent body, together with the blatant sensuality of his cock and the excitement of seeing Lita pump it into erect life, had filled her loins with fierce sexual hungers. As soon as she had stripped off the last of her clothing she turned to Logan, who was also naked by that time, and took his massive cock in her hands.
"Lob had known nothing of cocksucking until I showed him my skills," Lita proudly announced as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Now, I am happy to say that he has become a true convert to this way of lovemaking!"
She took his swollen cock into her mouth and went down on it quickly, shoving almost the whole of the big tool into her throat. Gloria's pussy sprang into even more heated life when she saw that; she brought Logan over to a position where she could do the same to him and also watch Lita out of the corner of her eye. They both knelt before their men, loving them extravagantly, and exchanged sly, knowing looks.
"Let's fuck them both at the same time," Lita proposed, removing her mouth from Lob's cock and rubbing it against her throat with fond appreciation. "We can do it so we'll both be able to see everything -- how does that sound to you?"
"It sounds like the most exciting proposal I've had since ... since I don't know when!" Gloria muttered. "But how can we arrange it?"
Their rampant desire soon uncovered a technique which allowed them to accomplish Lita's goal. Gloria lay on her back and took Logan between her thighs, fitting his stiff cock into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. Lita mounted Lob, who lay with his head pointing toward Gloria's and Logan's feet; when the girl shifted her rump over her man Gloria saw her incomparably lovely pussy come into view.
"Ahh, it's beautiful!" she cried out. "Let me put his prick in your cunt, love; I want to send it home!"
"Do it!" Lita urged in a bow, husky tone. "Put his cock in me! I want to feel your hand on my pussy!"
Gloria reached out and ran her fingers over the girl's hot little slit. The lips felt as hot and moist as ever. Lob's prick throbbed with passionate warmth. She took it in her fist, skinned it back to expose the big, purple head -- his prick was several shades darker than Logan's, she noticed -- and pressed the tip between the lips of Lita's pussy. She rubbed the tool up and down the furrow for a moment, taking care to touch all the sensitive parts, and, then held it in the mouth of the girl's cunt.
"There, he's ready now," she whispered. "Ugghh! His cock is coated with your pussy drip! It's the loveliest sight ever!"
"Ahhhh!" Lita moaned as the man sheathed half his cock with one bull-bike thrust. "My God, he's big, he's hard, he's hot! Ooohh, lift your legs up, Gloria; let me see Logan's prick working in and out of your cunt!"
Gloria brought her legs up until her ankles were resting on Logan's shoulders. He lay over her, clearing her thighs and buttocks by several inches, and Lita could book into the open space and see his big, thick tool spearing into the hot-lipped orifice.
"Let's frig each other while they're fucking us!" Gloria exclaimed in a fit of overpowering passion. "Can you reach my pussy, darling? Can you stroke my ditty while he's boring my cunt out?"
Lita's education had not extended to the word "fig" but she soon caught on to the meaning when Gloria reached out to drag the tips of her fingers over her pussy.
"Ahh, that's good!" Lita exclaimed heatedly. "We'll finger fuck each other and screw our men at the same time! Ooohh, Gloria, what a wonderful mind you have! Ahhh, he's in so deep! Your fingers are making it better than ever! Ugghh! Oooohh!"
Lita's fingers traced exciting patterns over Gloria's pussy. She caught up the big, swollen lips and pressed them hard against the stiff shaft of Logan's cock, bringing squeals of pleasure to her friend's throat; she stroked the pea-sized clitoris with devilish skill and even ran her fingertip over the mouth of Gloria's asshole.
"Owww! You're making me want to come!" Gloria cried out. "Aiieee! I can't control it; it's bursting in me!"
Logan felt her cunt clench up into a hard ball of sensual power and then explode with unparalleled ferocity. Recognizing that the moment for fast and uninhibited fucking had arrived, he began pounding his cock in and out of her cunt with long, sweeping strokes. Lita's fingers were more active than even and added immeasurably to her friend's vast pleasure. Gloria lifted her ass off the blanket on which they lay, pressing her pussy against Logan's loins and trapping Lita's hand between their bodies; she grabbed Lob's big cock in a death grip and moved it around inside Lita's hot little cunt.
"Agghh! Fuck me, Dick, fuck me harder!" she cried out. "My God, you're up in my belly! Your cock's a foot long, I swear it is! Ooohh, don't stop fucking me, hooey; I love to feel it going in so deep! Harder! Faster, damn you, fuck me faster!"
Her abandoned cries mounted higher and trailed off into gibberish as she strained to heighten the feelings of sexual joy which pulsed outward from her cunt. She tossed her buttocks from side to side, lifted them up and down, did everything in her power to make her cunt caress his pistoning cock from as many angles as possible. Despite her best efforts she could not make him come and while she berated him for holding back the seminal blast the deprivation did not seen to affect the strength of her response.
Lita was also experiencing the heights of sexual pleasure. Clenching her trim little buttocks into hard balls of muscle, she whipped back and forth on Lob's thick cock and brought her clitoris down hard against his belly. Gloria's hand remained on her pussy and she rubbed herself against the fingers, muttering coarse phrases in Apache -- due to the extent of her pleasure she had lapsed back into her native tongue -- as she fucked back and forth. Gloria slipped her hand out and grasped the man's big balls; she brought them up and rubbed them over Lita's asshole.
"Ooohh, we really fucked ourselves then," Lita murmured when finally she could work no longer. "Gloria, I'm in love with this double fucking"'
"And I'm in love with it too," Gloria proclaimed. "Mmm, I loved feeling of Lob's prick while it was going up into your cunt; he feels like a real man. He didn't come, did he?"
"No, he's just like Dick," the girl said. "When he doesn't want to you can't get the come out of his balls for anything!"
"Maybe Gloria would like to try working him off," Logan suggested. "He might like to try some white pussy for a change of pace!"
Gloria sucked in a quick. startled breath when she heard her husband's suggestion. The very thought of making love with Lob when his cock was still hot and wet with her friend's come sent shivers of erotic delight flashing over her entire body.
"Yes, that might be a very good thing to try," Lita agreed. "I've already told Lob about the way you and I used to fuck Dick; he agrees that it would be a fine thing for us all to fuck each other. Mmm, I'm dying to taste his cock after he's had it up your cunt and shot his balls off; I'll bet that would be something I'd remember for a long time!"