I walked out on my porch, looking up at the darkening sky. Rudy Night Owl walked up to me.

“Expect a few days of heavy storms, this is the season for it,” he said as he leaned against the railing. “We moved the herd in close and will check for flooding near the river.” He stood up straight and turned toward me. “Ahna, I wish your blessing to ask Mr. Burns if I may court Alice.”

“You have it,” I said with a big smile, “Mrs. Burns has been waiting for you.” I could see the smile creep over his face. “Now get your butt cleaned up and go over there.”

Red Flower walked up alone to me as Rudy departed.

“Good evening, Flower,” I said by way of greeting. “What brings you up to the house?”

“You and I need to visit the spirit world,” Red Flower said, “My sister visited me and asked that you join us.”

My eyebrows scrunched up. “This is the dream world we are talking about, how am I going to visit it?”

“I have a tonic that will assist in bringing you to the same plane as Red Blossom,” Red Flower said handing over a small bottle. “I will also take the tonic and we will be able to travel there together. Katerina knows what we are about to do. If it is easier, we may use your bedroom.”

I nodded and turned, with Red Flower following me up the stairs and to my bedroom. We both sat on the floor facing each other and drank the bottles of tonic at the same time. I immediately felt very warm and dizzy. Darkness swam into my vision and I could feel myself falling over.

I sat up in a field with a fire warming my body. Around the camp fire sat Red Flower and her sister, Red Blossom. Blossom was killed by the Cherokee warrior, Little Feather. The last time I had seen Red Blossom in my dreams, she was fighting the half Sioux woman Clara Roberts.

“Thank you for journeying here, Ahna,” Red Blossom said as she smiled at me.

“Last time I saw you, you were fighting,” I smiled back.

“I am in death as I was in life,” Blossom replied. “I have fought the Sioux woman, Clara many times, though recently, I have witnessed Clara and her daughter, Beth, engage in an endless naked battle. There is much hatred in the both of them. I remain to protect you from them both.”

“Thank you, Red Blossom,” I nodded.

“There is a Cheyanne medicine woman searching the spirit world for information on you,” Blossom stated. “I have struggled against her spirit many times now, but each time she pushes me back more and more. She is very powerful.”

“Has she given you any idea on why she wants the information?” Red Flower asked.

“I know that when she and I fight, there is always two watching, a woman and a man,” Blossom stated, “But I cannot see them but I believe they are both alive and not spirits.”

I sat up straighter, feeling the warmth of the fire even in the dream. “Let them come.”

Red Blossom looked at me for a moment and nodded. “I have asked another to visit with us,” she said and looked behind me.

I turned and emerging from the shadows was Tawny, Little Feather’s mother and Diamond Diane Farragut’s friend. I tensed as the last time I had seen Tawny, she was dead from a fight to the death with Red Blossom.

“Do not fear me, Ahna Stevens,” Tawny said as she sat next to me. “The Apache and I are no longer enemies in life, though we test each other here, in the spirit world. We are here to guide our loved ones. I have tried to help Diamond and my daughter. But Diane has vengeful fever about her. And my daughter is too much like her mother, which is why in life, we fought so much. I am afraid that the path my daughter is going down will lead to only more conflict.”

Red Flower sat up straighter, “I have tried to help both Little Feather’s spirit and mine, but she and I are destined to fight.”

“In my youth, I fought Diamond, Sultry Sue and Becky many times,” Tawny said as she waved her hands and in the flames, I could see a young Tawny roll around with another young woman. I had met Sue before and watched a younger version of the blonde fight Diamond Diane in the flames of the fire.

“What happened to Becky?” I asked.

“Becky had lost her husband, Rob, when he fought Sue,” Tawny said. “Though she lived with us for many years, she longed for a normal life and family. She left Dry Gulch when I went back to my tribe to live. I believe she is still alive.”

“Could she help with Diane?” I asked as my eyes fixed on the image of Becky and Tawny rolling naked.

“She has no love for Diane,” Tawny said, “The last time they fought each other, much hair was lost and faces swelled from their fists.”

“I will find her,” Red Flower said, “Ahna, you have too many responsibilities to go. I will take Wild Fox with me.”

Tawny turned to Red Blossom, who nodded and turned towards her sister. “Flower, Tawny and I have battled many times on this plane of the spirit world. She asks that you do not kill her daughter. Please do all in your power to make this so.”

“I will, Blossom,” Red Flower said as she looked back and forth between the two spirits.”

Tawny waved her hand into the fire with the scene changing to the inside of a teepee. Two women, Tawny and her daughter, Little Feather, were kneeling naked in front of the other. The two native women reached up with hands to grasp and pull the braided hair, thrusting their equally large breasts into a smack. The two jostled on their knees until a hair pull took them down to the dirt floor of the teepee. Bare legs locked around bare legs, the two commencing a wild rolling fight. Over and over the mother and her daughter tussled in the dirt, hands alternating between pulling long hair and grabbing one of their large tits to squeeze.

The images sent shock waves through my mind as all I could think about was me and Katerina in the place of the two native women. My eyes must have betrayed me as I looked up at Red Flower, my daughter’s lover.

“It is in her mind as well, Ahna,” Flower said. “She has talked about it many times. You and she need to meet to work this out between you. Katerina is waiting for you.”

I felt myself start to drift away from the scene in front of me as the fire and shapes both in and around became blurry. I sat up on the floor of my bedroom as Red Flower stirred awake.

“I will leave tomorrow with Wild Fox to find Becky,” Red Flower said and then she stared hard at me. “You need to ride to Katerina. I think she will be expecting you.” Flower left me alone in the bedroom.

It was late as I walked down the hallway, pausing at the door to Esmerelda’s room, peaking in and seeing her mother, Julia Vargas, writhing beneath her. Every night since the time in the barn, the mother and her daughter had traded rooms to fight in. Nothing had been settled. I quietly closed the door and went to saddle my horse for the short ride to the home built for Katerina and Red Flower. Lightning flashed as the wind and rain picked up.

In Rattlers Holler at the Emerald Palace, Kristina Blanchard pealed the dress off her gorgeous body. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Across from her, already naked, Jennifer Dumont ran her hands over her large breasts and down her taut tummy to her trimmed bush. “I need this, Kristina. I need your body roughly against mine. Whore to whore.”

The rest of Kristina’s dress fell to the floor as the older madam and younger one, met naked in the middle of Kristina’s room.

Down the street at Kat’s Ranch, Will Conley walked into the saloon, escorting Ashley Matthews. They were followed by 6 more men, all heeled. The group walking in caused everyone to quiet in the saloon. Ashley unpinned her hair, letting the long brown locks fall past her shoulders. The peach colored dress she wore pushed her huge breasts up to creamy proportions. “Which one of you cunts is Dolly?”

Blonde Dolly stood up from a cowboy’s lap, dressed in a worn white dress. Her large breasts practically falling out of her top. “I am Dolly, and who the fuck are you?”

Ashley removed her long gloves and handed them to Will. “Will is not going to be sleeping with your diseased pussy anymore. I am here to beat you into submission to me.”

“You can try to beat me, slut,” Dolly said back to Ashley as she moved forward, forming claws with her hands.

The two busty young women rushed together. Hands went to brown and blonde hair as they slammed together and pulled heads back and forth, side to side. In some of her fights, Ashley used her height advantage but Dolly was just as tall as the brunette. Both women hissed as they tried to pull the other down. Ashley twirled them as Dolly went back first to a table, pulling the busty brunette down with her. The combined weight of the two women caused the table to break, sending them crashing to the floor. After breaking up momentarily, Dolly lunged at Ashley taking them to the sawdust covered floor. The bottoms of dresses were becoming hiked up as the two busty young women wrestled back and forth. Both saloon girls and patrons cheered as seeing a good catfight like this makes everyone happy.

Trixie snuck out the back and hustled over to the Emerald Palace to inform Madam Dumont what was happening.

Upstairs in Kristina’s room, Jenn pushed the older madam up against the wall as Kristina’s left leg came up over the dirty blonde’s hip. The older woman kneaded both of the large tits bouncing in front of her as Jenn slapped her hips forward and grasped the older woman’s throat. The two women grunted and moaned as the flowers between their legs opened like they were in sunlight. Hardened clits pushed and pressed as they ground together. Sweat dripped off the two madams, pooling on the floor at their feet. Kristina grasped the hard nipples, pulling and twisting them as Jenn moaned out loudly. The pair started to slide down to the floor, thighs becoming entangled with wet cunts pressing together. Each bucked and grunted as the flesh swords fenced and slapped. The lower limbs curled around the other’s hips with Jennifer bare feet gripping Kristina’s ass. Hands went around bodies as they hugged tightly and started a roll in the fuck ball. Kristina bucked her hips as Jenn groaned out. Weeks of want and need from the younger woman coming forth in an eruption of cum. Jennifer writhed and bucked with Kristina answering the orgasm with one of her own. The frantic rolling gave way to a slow and deliberate grind of slit to slit. Then there was a pounding at the door.

“I said not to disturb us!” Kristina shouted breathlessly.

“It’s Trixie, ma’am,” Trixie said from the other side of the door. “Dolly is in a catfight with one of the new Matthews’ women!”

Jennifer’s head snapped to the door. “I am on my way!” She shouted as she uncurled her body from Kristina’s.

“Are you sure you are ok with this?” Kristina asked.

“Make sure to have a few posted with guns, just in case,” Jenn said as she pulled on a worn dress that barely contained her breasts. Her hair was tangled and knotted with sweat still dripping off her.

In Kat’s Ranch, Ashley tore down Dolly’s dress, exposing two large pink nippled targets. Her won dress was ripped down as the pair of tits clopped together. Back down to the floor the topless women rolled, hands slapping and clawing at backs. The dresses starting to get pulled down shapely hips. Ashley and Dolly rolled apart and removed the last bits of their clothing before bringing fists up. The blonde swung wildly while to brunette was more methodical with her strikes, having had to fight her sister Bailey from time to time. As Dolly missed with a looping left hand, Ashley struck her in the belly, following up with a knee to the huge tits, sending the blonde to her back. Ashely straddled the naked saloon girl and started to maul the big tits. Dolly screamed out as her breasts were being ravaged. She gripped Ashley’s wrist to try and pry them off.

“Say it you cunt!” Ashley screamed down at Dolly. “Say he is mine!”

“AAAHHH please!” Dolly cried out, “He is yours! Will is yours!”

Ashley continued to maul the tits, pulling them with her nails into horrible shapes.

“Get off her now!” Came Jennifer Dumont’s voice from the entrance to Kat’s Ranch. She pushed her way through the crowd. “Get your fat ass off her and get out of my saloon!”

Ashley smiled as she let go of the tits as Dolly covered and cradled them. She slowly stood, her naked body cover in sweat, hand prints and reddened skin. “I kind of like it here, I think I will stay.”

Jennifer took a step forward, “Then I will have the pleasure of throwing you out!”

“Why don’t you lose that dress and we will see who gets tossed out,” Ashley challenged.

Jennifer wasted no time at all, stripping out of the worn dress, standing naked in front of Ashley. The brunette had about 4 inches and 3 cup sizes on the dirty blonde, but that did not intimidate Jenn in the least. She screamed as she rushed and tackled the Matthews woman to the floor of the saloon. The two hellcats were a whirlwind on the sawdust covered floor. The particles clung to sweaty skin as their naked bodies careened all over the saloon. Legs came together like vines as Ashley tried to use her larger bust to overwhelm Jenn. But the wily madam slapped her hands on the outsides of the heavy orbs and pushed in with her nails. The brunette screamed out as she thrashed around. As Jenn rolled on top, Ashley Matthews bucked up and felt how wet the dirty blonde was.

“You are soaked, you nasty bitch!” Ashley hissed. “I am going to fuck you until you love me!”

“Bring that naked cunt here, tits!” Jenn spit at the brunette.

They sat on their backsides and scooted until wet womanhoods met and started a very rough grind. Hands alternated slapping faces and tits, to grabbing hair and pulling faces in to spit. All the while they fucked like two sex starved cats on the saloon floor. The sex horns were unsheathed and slashed against the other, making the two women buck harder. Ashley’s long legs criss crossed behind Jenn as the madam slapped her bare feet over Ashley’s ass. They tipped and started to roll slowly while they fuck fought. Bodies held tightly to the other as they came together. The orgasmic ball rolling wildly as each woman screamed out. They didn’t stop their relentless fuck brawl though, the splash of cum on the other made them fight harder. Legs dropped away to anchor them to the floor. Jenn’s hands scratched down her rivals bare back to the fleshy ass and the rose bud in between Ashley’s cheeks. The brunette’s eyes went wide as the proprietor of the brothels inserted two fingers into the busty woman’s ass. Ashley came again, hard. But she kept slamming her cunt into Jenn’s until the blonde’s juices splashed against her. The two finally fell away from the other and rested on their backs. Slowly the pair got to knees and used tables to stand on shaky legs.

“You fuck pretty good,” Ashely breathed out heavily. “Did your dead Mexican lover do that to you?”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide and she lunged, tackling the bustier woman back onto a table. She crawled on top and grabbed Ashley’s neck and started to squeeze. Then she was slammed in the back of the head by a pistol. Jennifer fell off the brunette and the table, collapsing to the floor.

Bailey Matthews pointed her pistol at the prone woman but then, no less then ten clicks from revolvers and rifles sounded around her. Bailey brought her hands up slowly and de-cocked her revolver. She looked around and all the men Ashley had brought with them had guns pointed at heads. Kristina Blanchard leveled a shotgun at the brunette.

“Take your fucking sister and get out,” Kristina growled. “If you come back again, I will kill you myself.”

“Watch who you are talking to, old cunt,” Bailey Matthews growled back. But she grabbed Ashley and pushed her along into the men they brought with, who carried her out of Kat’s Ranch.

Kristina Blanchard knelt down next a groggy Jennifer Dumont, “Are you alright, my dear?”

“I wanted to kill her, Kristina,” Jenn whispered, “I still do. That is not me. Not who I was. You remember what this life did to my mother? I will not let it do the same to me.”

“I think you and I need a vacation, my dear,” Kristina said as she helped Jennifer to her feet. “Let me send off a telegram to someone who will make sure the two saloons run smoothly. Then if we decide to return, everything will be alright.” Jennifer nodded her head in agreement.

On my ranch, I brought Clem to a stop in front of the newly built home for Katerina and Red Flower. It was a two story house with a wide front porch. Waiting on the porch was my daughter, Kat. The rain was falling hard and I was soaked in my saddle. The worn shirt and split skirt were plastered to my body.

“I know why you came, mama,” Kat said over the howl of the wind. “I have wondered the same. Wondered it since you told me about your lie to Deanna Matthews. I am ready.” As she said that, she stepped down from the porch. She was only in a worn night dress.

I got off Clem and unbuttoned my shirt, kicked off my boots and pulled my split skirt off. Katerina pulled the worn night dress over her head. Our bare feet sunk an inch in the soft mud forming from rain. Katerina was two inches taller than I was, but her body was inherited from me. I slicked wet hair back as I moved towards my daughter. She matched my pace and we slapped bodies together and grabbed onto red hair.

Feet slipped in the mud as we pulled bodies around. Our heavy breasts bounced on chests, slapping at times against the other pair. My daughter was strong and had me bent over at the waist, but I was no schoolmarm. I pulled Kat down with me and used my right foot to pull at her left. It caused her to stumble and I pressed forward, taking the both of us to the wet mud with a splat. We both squealed as we hit the cool mud. It started us wrestling and getting coated in the brown goo. Fingers slipped through muddy hair as we traded who was on top. Our legs tangled like snakes fighting and squeezed. Hands gripped hands with our fingers interlocking. We rolled and struggled with our large tits pressed tightly together. Our thighs were wedged in between the other’s legs and as we struggled, moans started to escape lips mixed in with our grunting. We rolled into a big puddle, washing some of the mud from us as Kat got her feet between us and pushed me off. I landed in the grass on my butt and quickly stood. We each eyed the other as we let the heavy rain wash mud from our bodies. My daughter slowly backed up to the porch and pursued. As she opened the front door I came at her, but she was ready. Our naked bodies slammed together, pushing us into the house with hands re-grabbing hair. The dirty water dripped off our bodies and onto the floor. We collapsed in the parlor and began a wild catfight.

“OOOOWWW YOU BITCH!” I cried out as Kat’s hands filled with my large breasts. I reach between us and grabbed hers hard.

“AAAHHH HUSSY!” Kat howled out.

Our lower bodies clung tightly together. Thighs wedged in between legs, each of us feeling how this fight was affecting us. We rolled to our sides and pushed our arms out straight, groping and kneading the heavy tits. I felt Kat’s thigh wiggle against my womanhood and I pressed back with my own thigh as I started to grind in her leg. She did the same.

“Like Ash and Lisa,” Kat growled softly as she increased the pressure between my legs.

“Like Julia and Esmerelda,” I hissed as I answered her pressure with my own.

Our legs opened as our red furry patches met to fight it out. At this moment, Katerina and I were something more than mother and daughter, we were two women, so similar that we needed this. Kat rolled on top of me, pulling at my wrists, letting our big tits clop together as she humped against me. I bucked up back against her. Fingers went to our red head and pulled. I worked my left leg and slid if over my daughter’s right hip, opening me more to her. She moaned out as our flesh pedals mashed and opened. I used the momentary pleasure she felt to roll us over. I raised myself up and grasped Kat’s left leg and pulled it up. I rammed my hips forward into a SMACK! She and I both groaned and grunted as I smacked our sopping slits over and over. Her hands reached up and roughly gouged my big bouncing breasts. Each of movements were getting wilder and more out of control. I was getting close to the edge when Kat pulled my tits to the right and I fell over and away from her. We rolled to our knees and came back together in tight bear hug. Our big tits mushroomed out at our sides as our hips thrust forward. We went cheek to cheek as we battled. Faces brushed together as Kat and I went forehead to forehead, staring deeply into the other’s eyes. Then it happened. Our hip began to spasm and buck wildly against the other’s hips. Our head pointed at the ceiling and we both cried out, hugging tighter. We writhed together on our knees for a few minutes before letting our heads fall to the other’s shoulder.

“I love you so much, Katerina,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Mama,” she answered back. “Now we need to clean up this mess we made.” We both laughed.

Two Weeks Later….

A large covered wagon driven by a young blonde woman in a high necked blue dress pulled up to the Gem Saloon. She set the break and stepped down, walking to the back of the wagon and holding her hand out for a middle aged blond woman also in a high necked blue dress, down from the back of the wagon.

“Thank you, Amber,” the older woman said.

“You are welcome, Mistress Silvia,” Amber Nelson said. Even though the dress she wore was up to her neck, it could not hide the swell of heavy breasts and the rounded hips of a healthy young woman.

Silvia Macon, leader of the Church of Eve, walked to the entrance of the Gem Saloon and Hotel. Her eye scanned the dark interior as they adjust from the sunlight outside. The cold blue eyes fell on Persephone Matthews who was seated, waiting for the meeting. Her mother Deanna was in Big Springs with her cousin, Bailey Matthews. Unbeknownst to both Persephone and the blonde woman walking towards the table, Ashley Matthews was in the shadows, unseen but listening. Silvia sat down, her blue eyes meeting Persephone’s green ones.

“You asked for this meeting, Mrs. Morgan,” Silvia said, “I will let you begin.”

“Thank you for coming, Mrs. Macon,” Persephone replied. “I know of your church’s exploits in other small towns, ridding them of the loose women and brothels. I was anxious to hear if the rumors were true though.”

“What rumors, pray tell?” Silvia asked.

“That you rid the towns of the saloon girls and undesirables by force?” Persephone asked with a smile creeping to her face.

Silvia’s own smile matched the red head seated across from her. “You have to fight fire with fire, my dear. Now, how can I assist you in this town?”

“I require your church to come here and get rid of the whores that ruin this town,” Persephone said. “I would arrange for a permanent presence here. There is a homestead south of town. The previous owners were arrested and the property fell into my lap. It is yours if you assist me with the town and also to get rid of my mother, Deanna Matthews.”

It the shadows, Ashley smiled to herself. She knew her cousin was ruthless and had her sights set to rule. The knowledge of this now had the busty brunette making plans of her own to take over.

“I know of your mother,” Silvia said, “She and I have had run-ins. I was initially surprised by this invitation, since the last time I saw Deanna, she and I were naked in the middle of the street, in a vicious catfight. I will gladly assist you in removing her from this existence.”

“I am so glad, Mrs. Macon,” Persephone gleefully smiled. She slid across a sheet of paper. “Here is the deed to the homestead. Lumber and tools are already there. If I might ask, how big is your church?”

“I do not give out the true numbers of the Church of Eve,” Silvia replied, “But I have plenty to cleanse this town. I will require a list of those you want erased.”

Persephone Morgan passed across another piece of paper with a long list of names on it. Silvia smiled as she looked over the list and stood from the table. The two women nodded to each other as the older blonde turned and walked out of the Gem. She got up in next to Amber as the young blonde clicked her tongue, the pair of horses moving out.

Sharon Temple opened the door to the school to let the children out. She shielded her eyes from the son but caught sight of the wagon leaving the Gem. The breath caught in her lungs and she leaned back against the door, clutching her chest. The two women in the wagon did not notice her and she ushered the children to waiting parents, keeping an eyes on the departing wagon. She went back into the school house and almost fell over in panic. Her heart was racing, her breathing heavy, and tears started to come down her face.

“How could she be here?” Sharon asked out loud. She debated going out to Ahna Stevens’ ranch to call on the redhead but she decided to wait to see if they were just passing through. Hoping that they were.

Later that day, Deanna Matthews walked into her daughter’s home, kissing her granddaughter and sitting down in the parlor. She poured a glass of whiskey and downed it.

“Mother, are you alright?” Persephone asked.

“No, my dear, I am not,” Deanna answered. “My nails need skin under them. I need violence.”

Her daughter smiled, “I have an idea for some entertainment, if you will indulge me?”

“Of course, my dear,” Deanna smiled, “What did you have in mind?”

“First we will need to kidnap the Burns family,” Persephone started and then told her mother her plan.

Harold, Doris and Alice Burns loaded up in the wagon they used for the General Store and made their way out of town to pick up supplies at farm 10 miles west of Rattlers Holler. The request was made by Deanna Matthews, who owned the General Store. The mood of the family was very happy. Rudy Night Owl had asked Harold if he could court Alice. Before Harold could answer, Doris gave him permission and hugged the young man. For the last year, Alice had worried no man would want her after she was defiled by some horny soldiers one evening. That event also led to a scar that went from her left eye to the bottom of her jaw. Rudy told her that her scar was beautiful to him, showed him that Alice was a fighter. Alice had left a note for Rudy to join them at the farm if he was able to. As the wagon neared the farm, 10 riders on horseback with rifles and shotguns rode up and surrounded the wagon. All were masked. Harold’s revolver and shotgun were taken and the family was led to the farm on foot. The three were roughly pushed into a dark barn where Doris and Alice were shoved into the middle of the barn as Harold was tied up and forced to his knees. Two of the masked men remained in the barn, one pointing his scatter gun at Doris and Alice and one behind Harold. The barn door opened as Deanna Matthews and Persephone Morgan walked in.

“You fucking bitch!” Doris screamed out and started to move forward but the man behind Harold pulled the older man’s head back and held a knife to his throat.

“Shut your whore mouth, Doris!” Deanna yelled back. “I am tired of your sass when you talk to your betters. Tonight, you and sweet Alice here will be putting on a show.”

“Fuck you, Deanna!” Doris cursed. “We are not going to cow to any request from you!”

“Oh really?” Persephone asked, as she turned to the masked man behind Harold. “Cut him.” At the order, the masked man sliced a line with his knife over Harold’s chest with the shirt turning crimson. Mr. Burns grunted with the pain.

“NO!” Doris screamed and again started to come forward.

“Stop walking, cunt!” Deanna growled. “Or we will carve him up.”

Doris stopped moving, “What do you want of us?”

“Strip naked,” Deanna said immediately. “Do it quickly or Harold gets another slash.”

Doris and Alice looked at each other, tears in their eyes. The started to remove the worn grey dresses. Deanna and Persephone smiled to each other as the Burns’ women were stripping. The dresses and bloomers were tossed to the barn floor as Doris stood naked next to her daughter.

“Now what?” This time it was Alice who spoke.

“Now,” Persephone said, “You and your whore mother will fight. Fight dirty!”

“The hell we will!” Alice shouted.

Deanna grabbed the knife and slashed Harold in the upper arm then she handed the blade to her daughter who sliced a line next to the first slash. Harold cried out but the man behind him wrapped a gag around his head.

“No, please stop hurting him,” Doris pleaded.

“We will when you two start hurting each other!” Deanna shouted.

Doris turned to Alice. The two brunettes were the same height and with body shapes that were close in size and proportion. They both sported large firm breasts with flat bellies and flared hips with rounded backsides. In fact, their bodies rivaled that of Deanna and Persephone. Much to the anger of the two redheads.

“I am sorry, Alice,” Doris said softly to her daughter.

“It is alright, Mama,” Alice replied. “I understand and will do it.”

“FIGHT YOU FUCKING CUNTS!” Deanna screamed out.

Doris and Alice slapped the other at the same time. Each rocked back from the slap but came forward and slammed bodies together as hands reached for hair. The two brunettes did not stay on their feet long and went down in a heap to the barn floor. They were not faking the fight, Harold’s life was in the balance, but each was thinking of a way to get to Deanna and her daughter. They rolled and grunted as hands slapped skin.

Deanna and Persephone moaned out as the naked women fought in front of them. Each could feel the heat between their thighs and their nipples harden. The mother and daughter looked at one another and came together for a long tongue filled kiss as hands roamed over breasts.

Alice rolled on top of Doris and grabbed her mother’s large tits, squeezing hard. Doris cried out and bucked, rolling them over and grabbing her daughter’s large breasts in return. The Burns women were sweating and it caused the dirt to coat their skin. Hands grasped tangled brown hair and each pulled like they were hated rivals.

Behind Deanna and Persephone, a masked woman entered the barn quietly and whispered into the man’s ear who was holding a knife to Harold Burns. He motioned for the other masked man to leave, which he did without the two redheads noticing. Ashley Matthews then whispered to Will Conley that it was time. He pushed Harold to the ground and whisper into Deanna’s ear. She immediately looked up and him with wide eyes. Then back at her daughter.

“You meddling bitch,” Deanna said to Persephone. “You brought in that cult to help you? You have no idea what you have done.”

The surprise that the younger woman showed changed as she knew her mother found out. “This town will be mine, you old cunt!”

BITCH!

SLUT!

The two redheads grabbed double handfuls of hair and fell to the barn floor in front of Will and Ashley. Hands grabbed at the dresses each wore and started ripping them down. Nails raked over bare skin, causing red welts to form. Dresses were torn down as two pairs of heavy breasts slapped together.

Will looked back to Ashley but she shook her head. Then she whistled.

Doris and Alice stopped rolling to look where the whistle came from. Then they saw Deanna and Persephone fighting. The two brunettes got up and rushed for the two redheads. Deanna Matthews looked up as Doris Burns tackled her off her daughter. Persephone laughed as she saw her mother fighting the Burns woman but her head was yanked back by the hair by Alice Burns. The younger redhead turned and wrapped her arms around Alice and they went tumbling to the dirt floor.

Years of hatred between the two older women erupted as naked bodies churned over the dirty barn floor. Heavy tits mashed and pushed out at their sides as the two grabbed handfuls of long hair to yank. Doris pulled a hand down to grasp Deanna’s chin to push her head back. The redhead groaned and raked her nails down the brunette’s face. Mrs. Burns screamed out as they rolled over and over. Her own nails bit into the Matthews’s woman’s face. Both sets of cuts starting to seep blood. The drops of blood mixed with the sweat and dirt coating their voluptuous bodies.

Next to the fighting mothers, Persephone and Alice tumbled in the dirt. The young brunette ripped the redhead’s frilly undergarments off. Now with both young women naked, they tore into each other with renewed vigor. Persephone reached in and grabbed both of Alice’s large breasts. The brunette screamed out in pain as she was rolled to her back. Her hands reached up and filled with the still milk filled breasts of her bitter rival. The pair tortured the others big tits as the orbs took on grotesque shapes. The milky secretion started to come from Persephone’s nipples causing Alice’s hands to slip so she dug her nails in causing the redhead to howl out.

Doris and Deanna pushed apart and got to their feet, circling.

“I get to finally kill you and you little bitch,” Deanna taunted, her heavy tits swaying as she moved.

“You will never get to hurt another person ever again, whore!” Doris yelled.

The two mother’s charged and slammed bodies together. Hands dug into faces and hair as they twirled around. Big tits bounced and slapped together with drunken dance of violence. Deanna brought a hand down, formed a fist and punched Doris in the side. The brunette coughed and backed up. The redhead charged and both women wrapped arms around the other and went back to the dirt. Fists started to swing in close quarters with the hands impacting onto bodies and faces. The two worked up to knees with big tits pressed, blood, sweat and dirt spreading on their chests. Deanna slugged Doris in the belly again, the brunette doubling over. The redhead grasped the brown hair to punch her again but Doris slammed a fist between Deanna’s legs. The redhead howled and fell to her back. The older brunette seeing a new target dove. She opened her mouth and bit down on the red furry patch and the wet womanhood. Deanna writhed in pain as her pussy was gnawed on by the brunette. She dug her talons into the scalp and tried to pull Doris from her cunt. She moved nails around and tried to stab fingers into ears, causing the brunette to let go of her bite. Doris came up with a bloody mouth and punched Deanna in the mouth before falling to her side.

Milk sprayed out over Alice’s chest and dripped down Persephone’s tits and belly as the two women squeezed and kneaded big breasts. They wobbled back and forth on their knees, each crying openly from the pain they were dealing out. Both leaned head onto shoulders, the salty tears stinging the open wounds on tits. The redhead pulled her rival’s left breast up and sunk her teeth into the meaty orb. Alice screamed out in pain and almost fell back. She reached down between Persephone’s legs and started to claw at the moist womanhood. Nails raking over the labia and stabbing claws at the redhead’s clit. The redhead howled in the bite but continued to chew as blood seeped from around her lips. Alice jammed three fingers deep into Persephone’s cunt and started to rake the vaginal walls. The bite was lost as the redheaded young woman shoved Alice away. Each fell to their backs and tried to suck in breath as they sobbed.

Will and Ashely watched the carnage with erotic fascination. Ashley could not be happier and if her aunt and cousin were the victors, she was planning on killing both. Suddenly outside of the barn, gunfire and screams sounded. Both Will and the busty Matthews woman rushed out and to waiting horses as the men they brought with them fought the new comers. As they rode away, Ashley could see two Native men leap from horses onto the masked men.

With the gunfight going on outside, Doris and Alice stirred and worked to hands and knees. Each saw the other and then looked to Harold. The mother and daughter crawled to each other and helped the other to their feet, stumbling over to the tied man. Alice found a knife to cut his bonds as her mother removed the gag.

“Are you alright, Harold?” Doris asked as she tossed the gag to the barn floor.

“I will live, my love,” Harold said in a weak voice. “You were incredible, Doris. You as well, Alice!”

Mrs. Burns looked down at her husband’s trousers, noticing the bulge in his pants.

“Oh you dirty dog,” Doris smiled. “We will relive the action later, my love.”

“Dear lord,” Alice sighed, “You know I am right here.”

As the three members of the Burns family moved to the barn door, Deanna and Persephone started to crawl to the other. As they got within striking distance, they launched at the other.

Rudy Night Owl and Bill Iron Buffalo checked on the dead men as Harold, Doris and Alice emerged out of the barn. Rudy ran over to them, hoisting Harold up and towards the waiting wagon.

“I am sorry I did not arrive sooner,” Rudy said to Alice. “Are you alright?”

The young woman nodded and then she and her mother looked at each other, then back at the barn.

“Boys,” Doris said as she and Alice stopped walking. “Keep Harold safe, Alice and I have unfinished business to attend to.”

The men looked on as the still naked mother and daughter walked back to the barn.

Inside the barn, Deanna and Persephone rolled slowly as they smeared blood over faces, trying to get good holds. Each winced as wounded bodies ground together.

The barn door closed with a slam as Alice lifted the piece of wood and jammed the door.

“We aren’t done with you yet,” Doris said as Deanna and her daughter pushed apart, slowly getting to their feet.

All four women stared at the other; scratches and teeth marks adorned their bodies. Blood was smeared over naked flesh as sweaty and tangled hair hung down over faces, giving each a devilish appearance. Doris and Deanna once again moved towards the other. Hatred shown in their eyes. They quickened steps and slammed together, arms wrapping around bodies, gripping long brown and red hair from behind backs.

Alice and Persephone kept a slow pace and as they neared the other, hands shot out from sides to latch onto dangling breasts. The young women cried out and almost fell from the pain from torturing the other’s wounded tits. Fingers slipped through the blood and sweat on each body. They reared back, dropping hands and slamming their heavy tits together in a wet thud. Arms encircled the other as they dropped to their knees. Mouths opened as teeth sunk into the other woman’s jaw.

Doris and Deanna were plastered from belly to tits as they stumbled in the barn. Both women were exhausted from almost 40 minutes of fighting so far.

“Fucking …..cunt,” Deanna whispered into the brunette’s ear. “I wish I would have known you could fight. I could have beaten you long ago.”

“You hurt my family, bitch,” Doris hissed back, “I am going to end you.”

The two mothers reached up and latched hands around the other’s throat, squeezing hard.

The two daughters continued to chew on the other’s face as they tipped over, locked legs and started to roll slowly. Blood dripped from mouths as the teeth broke skin. Closer they rolled towards their mothers who were still standing and fighting. As they got closer, Persephone broke off her bite and pushed Alice’s face back slightly.

“Promise me,” Persephone wheezed out. “Raise Miriam to be a good woman….. not like me.”

Alice looked stunned as she and the redhead stopped fighting. Persephone pushed away from the brunette and worked her way up to her feet.

“MOTHER!” Persephone screamed out, causing the two mothers to stop choking the other and push away. “We…..finish….it….” Then she lunged at her mother.

The two bloody redheads smacked together and fell to the dirt. Each had a renewed fighting spirit as hands sunk into the heavy tits each sported. Hips thrust and slammed together as each women rolled on top. Deanna rolled on top and pushed her arms straight, putting her body weight on mashing her daughter’s breasts against her body. Persephone hoarsely screamed out, but folded her mother’s breast flesh over in her fingers. Deanna dropped onto top of her as they rolled again. Arms wrapped around backs and clutched the other tightly. Persephone’s mouth opened and she sunk her teeth into the left side of her mother’s neck. Blood spurted out as Deanna’s eyes went wide. She opened her own mouth and bit down on Persephone’s neck. Blood flowed freely as the two redheads stopped rolling. Their bodies continued to grind as they were pressed tightly together. Both mother and daughter stopped struggling as mouths left necks.

“I will see you in hell, mother,” Persephone wheezed out.

“I will fight you there,” Deanna whispered in her last breath.

Doris and Alice watched as Deanna Matthews and her daughter, Persephone Morgan died fighting each other. They found the dresses they removed before this all took place and dressed. Alice told her what Persephone said. Doris just nodded as she grasped her daughter’s hand, walking out of the barn.

It is done,” Doris said as her eyes met those of her husbands. “I think we all need to see Doc Breecher. Rudy,” Doris looked at the young man. “You had better propose to my daughter soon. You have a family to build.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Rudy smiled and turned to Harold, “Mr. Burns, may I have your blessing?”

“Dear God, young man,” Harold waved at him, “Of course you do.”

Rudy and Alice just smiled at the other as they all rode back to town.

Word went out almost immediately that the witch and her daughter were dead. I took a shot of whiskey and thanked the heavens for the good news. Over the next month, many things began to happen in town. I was saddened that Jennifer Dumont and Kristina Blanchard would be departing to travel out east. Neither woman would promise me they would be back and I understood. The new Madam would be arriving in a day or so and I had agreed to meet her and show her both properties. Rudy and Alice wed in a small ceremony on my ranch. Harold and Doris beamed with joy at the new couple. Micah, Bill and Jed built the newly married couple a small house on a small parcel of land I purchased for them as a wedding present. I walked hand in hand with Doris up to the porch and we sat in the chairs, looking out over the setting sun.

“In the end,” Doris said, “It was Persephone who really ended it. I will forever hate that family. The strangest thing though is both Alice and I have been invited to the reading of the wills of Deanna and Persephone. The letter from the law firm was quite insistent. We will be meeting with the lawyers at the Gem Saloon at noon tomorrow.”

“I will be in town around the same time,” I said as I sipped on a whiskey, “The new proprietor of the brothels will be arriving, so I get the pleasure of welcoming her to the community. I will stop by your home after. You can tell me all about it.”

We smiled like the two mothers we were as Rudy and Alice danced.

The next day in Rattlers Holler, Doris Burns with her husband, Harold and Alice Night Owl with her husband, Rudy, walked into the Gem Saloon and Hotel, much to the chagrin of the remaining Matthews clan. The main room of the saloon was cleared with rows of chairs now where the tables would have been. The lawyer, a squat balding man walked up front.

“Good morning, thank you for attending. Shall we get right down to business? Certified copies of both wills will be available upon request. To assure all in attendance, both documents are authentic and will hold up in any court should a protest arise.” He went on as he read through Deanna Matthews will until he came to a property list. “All properties owned by me will be henceforth given to my nieces, Bailey and Ashley Matthews, with the exception of the general store, which we be given back to Harold Burns.”

Doris and her husband traded a surprised look and a smile, as their livelihood was now back in their control.

The lawyer then started to read Persephone Morgan’s will. “With the exception of properties jointly managed by the Matthews family, I will all money, possessions and guardianship of my daughter, Miriam Esme Morgan to Alice Burns. Alice, treat her as you would your own daughter.” There was a hush from the crowd as all heads turned towards Alice. Rudy gripped her hand and squeezed it.

“This is not right,” Bailey Matthews said in protest. “Miriam needs to stay with blood.”

“I assure you Miss Matthews,” the lawyer said, “These were Mrs. Morgan’s wishes. There is also a letter she wished to have published upon her death. To read between the lines, it implicates her late uncle and aunt in robbery, kidnapping and murder. The letter will run today in newspaper in Big Springs. Even with the inability of the late Leviticus and Deanna Matthews to defend themselves, the once proud and even feared Matthews reputation has been tarnished. My law firm will no longer be dealing with you or your sister or any member of the Matthews family, hence forth.”

“My law firm will represent you,” came a woman’s voice from the back of the room. All heads turned as a striking black haired woman strode into the saloon. “My name is Loretta Stone, my late husband Gerald was state senator and lawyer here in Texas. If he were alive today, he would never believe these lies about the great Matthews family.” She removed the lace shall from around her shoulders and the abundance of cleavage had almost every man and woman in the room staring.

Bailey Matthews walked to greet her, “Thank you, Mrs. Stone. Will you be able to fight the results of Persephone’s will?”

“First please call me Loretta,” Mrs. Stone smiled. “Unfortunately challenging the will in court, even with the best lawyers in the land will prove fruitless. Young Mrs. Morgan ruined that when she wrote the letter being published. But you and I can sit down to discuss items that would be mutually beneficial to the both of us.”

The crowd dispersed as the Burns and Night Owl families were met by Mrs. Morgan’s attorney and the nanny. Miriam was a toddler now but not shy. As Alice lifted the girl into her arms, Miriam laughed.

“Time to go to a new home, sweetie,” Alice said.

Both Harold and his wife melted.

Down the street, at Kat’s Ranch. I leaned against the outside wall as two covered wagons approached. The sun was bright and I pulled my Stetson down over to cover my eyes. I waved at the two wagons as they approached.

“I am here to call on Mrs. Stevens?” Came a woman’s voice from the lead wagon. “I grew up with a large family called Stevens, might you know a Robert Stevens, of Michigan?”

“Robert was my husband,” I said slowly as I removed the Stetson and looked up at the woman. A woman I thought I would never have seen again. “Joanna Weber?”

“Ahnalize?” Joanna stared hard at me and me at her.

Quick flashes of Joanna and me as teenagers fighting topless in the creek behind my home in Michigan.

“Where is Robert?” Joanna asked.

“He passed 10 years ago, this September,” I said coolly.

“Too bad, he was so handsome,” Joanna sighed.

“Change your words, Joanna,” I growled.

She stepped down and we faced each other again. She was my height, taller than most women. The red off the shoulder dress and corset pushed her breasts up high. When we were teenagers, we were close to the same size. She looked bigger then me now.

“Oh for goodness sakes, Ahnalize,” Joanna said with a smile, “I meant no disrespect to the dead. Now you, I would disrespect all day long.”

We bumped breasts together but a couch from the crowd of saloon girls broke the tension. Out of her wagons, stepped down four beautiful women.

“Where are my manners,” Joanna said, “These are my favorite girls who have traveled with me here to make their fortunes.” She winked. She pointed from left to right, “Here is Gabriella, Jalicia, Sophie and Leslie. Girls, this my very old friend, Ahna Stevens and I am guessing the welcoming party from the Emerald and Ranch.” She said as she scanned the women standing behind me.

Gabriella was a busty blonde who looked to be in her early twenties, she had a mischievous look to her. Jalicia was a tall black woman with heavy breasts barely contained in her dress. Sophie was just as tall as Jalicia but was a brunette with pale skin and deep set of cleavage. Last was Leslie, an Asian but not like Lillian. She had the same look as the Chinese women I had come into contact with in Silvertown. Her breasts were massive and rivaled that of the busty Lillian.

Behind me, Sabrina Jackson, Eva Savant, Lillian and Lizzy stared hard but nodded to the new additions.

“Did you receive Jennifer’s instructions?” I asked.

“I did, and everything is fine with me,” Joanna stated as she and I walked into Kat’s Ranch. “I did let her know that I would evaluate the hierarchy of the ladies here. Especially head girl. Jalicia has been mine for over a year now. She is talented with both her cunt and her fists. Jennifer gave me permission to see who will be the head girl, Sabrina or Jalicia. But that can be settled later.” She leaned closer to me. “As for you and I, I still remember what you and your mother did. I should have been Robert’s wife and not you. For that, I still owe you a beating.”

I smiled and leaned in with our cheeks touching, “Anytime you desire, Joanna. My ranch is large and we can get lost so no one will hear your screams.”

“Oh Ahna,” Joanna said, “You have made me that happiest woman in the world.” She pressed forward and our covered cleavage pressed.

We separated. “I will let you get settled, then call on me,” I said as walked out the batwing doors and down the street to the Burns residence. Very surprised at the new addition to the family.

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