TIT-anic Texas Tornado

I walked to the doctor’s office as the memorial parade for the now deceased Marshal Jeb Matthews went down Main Street. Most of the town was out to pay respects. I stopped next to Matthias and Samantha Breecher.

“What was the cause of death?” I asked quietly to Sam.

“Heaven only knows,” Sam said as she and I traded a look. “According to Levi, Jeb died in his sleep. He said he had a doctor from Big Springs come out and Jeb went to the undertaker after that. It is rather strange.”

“Did you ask the undertaker?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Sam answered, “But I plan to today.” Rufus was walking now and Matthias was chasing him. “My husband has to leave today for El Paso and a fugitive recovery. Do you think I can bring Rufus by the ranch to see the animals? He loves it there.”

I put my arm around Samantha, “By all means. You are always welcome there. Why don’t I take him back with me? You can come by for dinner. Aunty Ahna needs some time with him.” I smiled.

“Aunty Ahna?” Sam chuckled, “You know you are more like a mother to me, so wouldn’t it be grandma?”

I put my mouth close to her ear, “Call me grandma and you and I will be rolling around on the ground.”

“Don’t tempt me, grandma,” Sam teased me. “I will be by later and if you still feel old, we can tangle.” Both of us laughed.

As I left for my ranch with young Rufus, Deanna Matthews walked around back of the Emerald Palace. Holly Dee and Abbie Gold were waiting for her. Loud wailing could be heard from the back of the brothel. Deanna gave Holly a look.

The busty blonde shrugged, “Funerals bring out the wailing cats. I am sorry to hear about your nephew.”

“Thank you,” Deanna said. “It was a surprise to us all. But down to business, it will happen in a few days. Be prepared to move against them when you get word. The faster it is over, the better it will be for all of us.”

“It will be,” Abbie added.

“Just make sure you keep your promises,” Holly said.

“I will, you can count on it,” Deanna replied. “If there isn’t anything else, I must get back to family.”

“Again, my condolences,” Holly stated as Deanna nodded.

Down the street, Samantha kissed her husband farewell as he rode west to El Paso. She walked down the main street to the undertakers, opening the door and stepping inside. Milt Parsons looked up from where he was working on wood caskets and smiled a toothless grin. “To what do I owe this pleasure, doc?”

Sam smiled with her lips pursed, “Hello Milt, I was a little confused and thought you might help me figure a few things out.”

The creepy old balding man looking Samantha up and down, “Information does cost, doc. And wasn’t that your husband who rode off?”

Samantha reached into her purse, fingers brushing the derringer but she pulled out a handful of gold coins. Flipping one to Milt. “Where did you pick up Jeb’s body from?”

“Mrs. Morgan’s house,” he licked his lips with his fingers rubbing together.

She flipped him another gold coin, “Did the doc from Big Springs look at the body?”

He caught it and shook his head no.

“Was it natural causes?” Sam asked with Milt holding out his hand. She tossed him another coin.

“Not unless it is natural for his throat to be slit,” Milt said with a giggle.

Samantha Breecher shivered. “Thank you, Milt.” She tossed him another coin, “Please forget I talked with you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said as she left the shop.

Sam walked with purpose back to the doc’s office but she did not see Persephone Morgan watching leave the undertakers.

“Will?” Persephone called over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mrs. Morgan?” Will Conley asked as he walked to her side.

“Find out what the doc wanted at the undertakers, please,” she said calmly. “Be insistent.” He nodded and walked across the dirt street. He returned less than ten minutes later.

“Doc Breecher wanted to know how Marshal Matthews died,” Will Conley said as he dropped the gold coins into Persephone’s open hand.

Persephone closed her fist tight around the money, “Thank you, Will. I will deal with this on my own.”

In the Gem, Ella Campbell and Heidi Fields walked in and sat down with Levi Matthews. Each woman noticed the cuts and bruises on his face.

“Mr. Matthews,” Ella said as she leaned forward, “Are you alright?”

“Oh, this?” Levi said touching his face. “Just some spirits and trying to wrassle with the lads.”

“We would hate for something bad to happen to you,” Heidi said touching his hand.

“Thank you for the concern,” Levi smiled, “But I am alright. I trust your work will be happening soon.”

“Yes,” Ella replied, “We used a ruse to get the US Marshal to leave the area. I have two girls waiting for anyone to leave the Stevens Ranch and myself and the rest will be there tomorrow. It will end quickly. We have a plan to get the ranch hands away from the homestead. Then it will be just us womenfolk. It is work we have done many times.”

Levi reached down and picked a satchel and placed it on the table. “This is half the payment as agreed. The other half upon completion.”

Heidi took the satchel as Ella smiled. “Thank you. And this is a much better start to a wonderful friendship, don’t you think?”

Levi nodded, “I am afraid my age sometimes makes me underestimate people. With you, it will never happen again.”

Ella and Heidi stood, “Have a wonderful day, Mr. Matthews.”

Deanna walked out from the back as the two women left. “The boys are set up. Once that cunt and her crew ride into town from dealing with Ahna Stevens, they will be gunned down.”

“We cannot fail,” Levi said. “Our daughter? What shall we do?”

“She is more like me than I thought,” Deanna said as she touched her brother’s face. “When all is finished with that busty cunt, Ella, you need to be present as Persephone and I fight.”

“I will, my love,” Levi said as his pants got tighter thinking about his lover and his daughter in naked combat.

At the Steven’s Ranch….

Katerina Stevens walked into the barn where Ashley Simmons was doing chores.

“Ash,” Kat said as the blonde stood, “Can you ride with me? The two blonde sisters of Campbell’s crew are trying to hide and set up an ambush. They lack creativity.”

“Maddie and Whitney,” Ashley said as she set the pitchfork down. “I would love to get a chance with either. Maddie is the older one with a scar on her left cheek.” The two women mounted horses as Kat passed Ashley the Lamatte repeating rifle.

The two former rivals dismounted and crept the rest of the way two the hiding sister. Ashley held her hand up for Kat to stop. The two could hear the sisters talking in hushed whispers. Kat could smell cigar smoke.

“Ok, Whit,” Maddie whispered, “The first once coming or going from the ranch are gonna get it. Then we can meet up with Ella and finish the rest of the ranch.”

“I want one of the horses,” Whitney whispered back. “They are so pretty.”

Kat and Ashley nodded and stepped out from behind some bushes.

“Sorry to ruin your plans, ladies,” Katerina said as she had her Colt Lightning drawn, cocked and aimed at Whitney.

“Hi Maddie,” Ashley said as she cocked the rifle. “It has been a long time.”

Maddie’s eyes burned. “Traitor! You should be dead already!”

Ashley smiled but her smile faded as she heard a sizzle and looked as Whitney was holding a stick of dynamite and the wick was lit. “KAT! GET DOWN!”

The women jumped away as there was a loud BOOM! Kat cleared her head but her ears were still ringing. She looked around for her discarded pistol but was tackled by a blonde blur. Ashley got to hands and knees to see Whitney tackle Kat. She looked up to see Maddie rising, shaking her own head. The two blondes locked eyes and charged.

Kat and Whitney tumbled in dirt as neither could hear the other’s grunts or cries of pain. The young blonde was slashing and clawing like an animal possessed. Her hands found the swell of Katerina’s large breasts and dug her nails in through the shirt. Kat screamed, bucking and sending them into a roll.

“Alright missy,” Kat growled, “You want to fight like that!” She grabbed Whitney’s face and pushed as her other hand torn open the young blondes, shirt. Whitney hissed and tore open Kat’s shirt. Hands greedily sought large rounded flesh to squeeze and twist.

Maddie and Ashley swung with the exuberance of mad women. Neither woman was methodical but the fists that hit bodies, hurt just the same. Maddie grabbed the busty blonde’s shoulders and head-butted Ashley. Star swam in Ash’s vision as she stumbled and went down on her well rounded ass. Maddie aimed a kick at the down woman’s face but the busty Ashley slammed her boot up between to scarred woman’s legs. Maddie howled out and fell to the dirt with Ashley pouncing on her back. The two women clutched hair with Maddie pulling Ash’s from over her head as they rolled back and forth. Ashley reach down and pulled open the scarred woman’s shirt, her large tits bouncing free with the woman on her back grabbing and kneading them. The older blonde turned her head back and sunk her teeth into the younger woman’s chin. Ash screamed out and instinctively stabbed her claws into the bouncing tits.

Whitney was fighting as hard as she could but Katerina had been in many catfights and bar brawls for the last few years. The dark haired young woman pulled the blonde’s hands from her breasts and pressed them down to the ground. Whitney struggled but Kat was smiling down at her.

“I learned this from my lover,” Kat said as she aimed her forehead down at the bridge of Whitney’s nose. There was a crack as the nose broke and the young blonde was knocked unconscious. Kat sat back and looked over at Maddie and Ashley struggling to get to their feet.

The two blondes, shirts open and breasts bouncing, stood and brought up fists. Maddie looked over at her prone sister, rage washed over her as she came at the bustier blonde, swinging. Ash blocked the first left hand but as she moved to counter, Maddie’s right fist hit the back of her head. The busty blonde fire two fists into the scarred woman’s belly. Maddie locked her arms around Ash’s neck and tried to tighten the choke. Ashleygrabbed the older of the two sisters under the jeans covered ass and lifted. Maddie found herself in the air as Ashley twisted and sent her to the ground. The Maddie’s head slammed into the ground hard as her hold on Ash slackened. The busty blonde sat up, fist raised to strike but she noticed that Maddie was as unconscious as her sister.

Katerina was standing above her with a hand out. Ashley laughed as she took the hand and got to her feet. The two topless women looked the other over.

“Nice tits, Ashley,” Kat said with a wink.

“Red Flower isn’t gonna scalp me if I try and fuck you, will she?” Ashley ask with a wide grin.

“Well, she has been teaching Wild Fox the ins and outs of women fighting,” Kat said licking her lips, “I think maybe the four of us should get together. I am sort of excited of you and Flower fighting naked to get little ole me.” The two laughed together as they went to get rope to hogtie the unconscious sisters.

In town, Samantha Breecher finished packing her overnight bag for her trek to Ahna’s ranch. Rufus, her toddler, was already there. With her husband, Matthias, gone out west, she knew to keep the revolver he gave her handy. She locked the doors to the exam rooms and realized she was not alone. Her hand gripped the butt of the revolver in her bag as she stared across the waiting room at Persephone Morgan.

“Dr. Breecher,” Persephone said as she placed her hand bag on the settee, untying the ribbon holding her black hat in place, dropping it next to the hand bag. “I wish you would have learned by now that you do not stick your nose in my families business.”

“Mrs. Morgan,” Sam said as she set the overnight back down and removed the worn stetson on her head, “I again see that you think you are smarter than everyone else. The only person who could have pointed to you being the one who arranged your husband’s murder is now dead. Dead most likely by your hand at your home. “How am I doing so far?”

“Fiction, Dr. Breecher,” Persephone answered with a wide grin, “Such fiction. And those who spread such lies need to keep their fat mouths shut.”

“As memory serves, you weren’t able to do it last time,” Sam said as she cracked her knuckles. “What makes you so sure you will do it now?”

“This,” Persephone said as she took the knife from a concealed part of her dress and waved it at Sam. The blonde doctor backed up and cursed herself for leaving the gun in her bag.

Samantha’s mind was racing, “Tsk Tsk, Persephone. Needing a knife to do a woman’s work. No wonder you could never beat your mother.”

The redhead’s eyes burned into the blonde. She slowly walked to the settee and placed the knife into her handbag. “I guess killing you with my bare hands would be more rewarding.” She turned back towards Samantha, hands formed into claws. Then they charged.

The two rival mothers slammed together with hands going for hair. The buns that had secured the long locks were pulled apart, letting hair cascade down and into greedy fingers. It was impossible for either Sam or Persephone to not bump there oversized breasts together. The fight they had weeks ago, let each know that the heavy breasts on each were full of milk. The top of Persephone’s elegant dress and the worn blouse Sam was wearing slammed and pushed covered breasts outward. The blonde yanked the redhead back with a hard hair pull, causing Persephone to take a step back. Sam’s right foot got caught in the bottom of the other woman’s dress, making her trip and fall, pulling the busty mother down to the waiting room floor with her. As they tumbled back and forth, hands left long hair and began to pull and tear at the clothing they were wearing.

“Might as well get like last time!” Sam growled as she freed both of Persephone’s tits.

“Your whore mother interfered!” The redhead cursed as she yanked open Sam’s blouse.

Neither slowed nor stopped until the frilly undergarments and pantaloons were tossed to the wood floor. Getting to knees, the naked women lunged with heavy breasts slapping loudly as grunts escaped lips. They tipped and went back down to the floor, legs locking as bodies rolled from one wall to the other. Little shrieks and cries of pain had the affect neither wanted to happen, both sets of breasts began to let down. Sam was the first to notice the wetness between their chests and wiggled her hands in to grab the large tits and squeeze. Persephone cried out and moved back to give their bodies separation as her hands slapped down over Sam’s nursing breasts. At first, the milk dribbled but soon, long streams of breast milk sprayed the other’s face and body. Hand holds faltered as they slipped through the slick skin. Persephone pulled Sam’s hands free and slammed her tits forward in a meaty smack and grunt from lips. Legs tightened as Sam felt the redhead’s thigh press in between her legs.

“I wish my mother was nursing,” Persephone whispered into Sam’s ear, “Then I could drain that, sweat, cum and blood from her when I kill her, just like I will kill you!”

Sam opened her mouth and bit down onto her rival’s shoulder. The redhead howled in pain and dug her nails into the doctor’s face. Sam’s own screams caused her to lose the bite as she slapped Persephone hard across the face, letting both roll away from the other.

“You sick bitch!” Sam said. “I am not going to fuck you!”

The redhead smiled and ran her hands seductively over her body, cupping her large breasts, “I wonder if Marshal Breecher would prefer these to your udders. I know your baby would!”

“AAAAAAHHHHH!” Sam screamed as she launched herself at Persephone.

The naked woman thrashed wildly around the floor, clawing and biting, pulling out hair, torturing heavy tits. The redhead rolled on top but Sam bucked up with her hips as her blonde pubic mound slapped into the red patch. Each moaned out as they rolled again, adding hip thrusting to the madness they were dealing out to the other’s body. Sweat slicked thighs ground against sensitive skin. The tighter they clenched, the more heated skin fought. Mouths opened and locked down over jaws in a mutual bite. Droplets of blood dripped out of mouths, onto faces and down to the pool of sweat and breast milk on the floor. Slick thighs rubbed against womanhoods with each woman starting to feel the tinges of an impending orgasm. Samantha did not want this but her rival was all for making this fight as depraved as she could get it. Hips humped faster as each woman’s body betrayed her. Biting mouths screamed as they erupted on the other’s thighs. The pushed apart and lay on backs trying to gather breath and strength. Their bodies were sweat soaked with matted hair. Blood, sweat, breast milk and cum made bodies look feral and the floor slippery. They locked eyes with Samantha lunging and Persephone meeting her in the middle of the messy floor. As quick as they slammed together, they went back down to the floor. Hands pulled tangled hair as they slipped and slid on the floor. Each spent some time on top of the other but the redhead held her position when she mounted Sam.

Persephone’s hands found Samantha’s throat as she tightened her fingers around. The blonde’s eyes went wide as she struggled to pull the hands free. The redhead smiled gleefully down but then her eyes bugged out as Sam grabbed the dangling tits, stretching them as far as she could before slapping the mounds back together. Persephone’s hands came free from the neck to pry Sam’s hands from her wounded tits. Sam swung a left fist that connected with the redhead mouth, sending her off the side, ceasing movement. Sam lay there for a few minutes, looking over to see that her rival was still breathing. Then the door to the office opened. Alice Burns stood there, jaw agape, frozen to the sight of two clawed, naked women on the floor.

“Dr. Breecher?” Alice asked meekly. “Are….are you alright?”

“Alice,” Sam breathed out. “Help me up.” Alice helped Samantha up and get dressed. “Grab my bag over there.” Alice went to the bag and retrieved it.

“What about her?” Alice asked at the unconscious Persephone Morgan.

“I locked everything of importance already,” Sam said, “Take me to your mother. I am in no shape to ride or do anything.” Alice put Sam’s right arm over her shoulder and let the doctor lean into her as they walked down the street to the Burn’s residence.

In the fields surrounding the Stevens Ranch, Ella Campbell turned to Heidi Fields.

“That was earlier than expected,” Ella said as she heard the explosion of the dynamite.

“It means we need to start what we planned to do,” Heidi stated as she waved at Jewel to come over. When the slim brunette made it over to the pair of women, “Jewel, you and I are going to get this herd riled up so the ranch hands have to deal with them. Then we can all take care of what we are here for.” Jewel nodded.

At the main house, Jed Ten Bears ran up the porch. “Ms. Ahna, something spooked the herd and they need to be rounded up.”

I walked out surveying the cloud of dust in the distance. “Take all the hands and round them up. Be careful and watch for anything out of the ordinary.”

I watched as Jed, Rudy White owl, and Bill Iron Buffalo rode out. Jed’s brother, Micah was still in town watching Kat’s Ranch and the Emerald Palace. I turned to Louise who was standing next to Nettie and Rosalina. “Take Rufus into the cellar. There is a crib there. He will be safe because I have a feeling things are going to get exciting.” Louise took the toddler and placed in the safe place, locking it. By the time she returned, three women were standing in front of the porch.

I pulled the hammer back on the 8 gauge I had in my hands, “Ella Campbell, whatever you plan for us is, it will not work.” Louise stood next to me with a revolver in her hands. Ella was standing next to Heidi Fields and Jewel on the ground in front of the porch. Rosa and Nettie were behind Louise and I, standing just inside the house.

“Ahna Stevens,” Ella said smiling. “This is going to happen whether you like it or not. Now put down the shotgun and come down and do this like ladies.” There was click somewhere behind me and I turned to see two women pointing pistols at Nettie and Rosalina. One of the women was a tall redhead and the other was a busty black woman, around Nettie’s size. “Now put the shotgun down and Heidi and I will see how you fair against two experienced fighters.”

As if on que, an arrow landed inches from Heidi’s feet. Wild Fox stepped out from around the barn, arrow notched in her bow.

“Looks like we have even numbers, Ella,” I said as I popped the shells from the shotgun and set it aside. I looked over my shoulder as Rosa and Nettie charged the two surprised women in the house. Louise and Jewel eyed the other as the young black woman walked down the porch stairs towards the slim brunette. I marched towards Ella as Heidi turned toward the Comanche warrior, Wild Fox. There on my property, 5 separate fights broke out.

Rosalina tackled Joanie, taking the two of them back into the sitting room. The half Comanche half Mexican woman had her hands buried in thick auburn hair as the redhead pulled on the straight black hair and worn dress Rosa was wearing. Joanie was bustier but not by much than Rosalina but had more weight on my slimmer friend. Clothing started to shred and tear open as breasts came into view for both. Rosa had many fights with white women and she could get as dirty as any woman in a fight. The two women pinched and clawed at naked breasts, each screaming and crying out as nails scratched tender skin.

Aunt Lou and Nettie wasted no time getting dirty in their own brawl. Fists buried themselves in soft bellies and breasts as they bumped against counters in the kitchen. Lou was at least 10 years younger than Nettie and tripped the older woman, causing my friends dress to tear open. Nettie kicked out with her foot, slamming it into the younger woman’s shin, sending Lou sprawling to the kitchen floor. Hands grabbed the worn dresses, pulling open and down as huge tits came into view and rough contact.

“Come on little girl,” Nettie taunted, “Let’s get nasty!” Their oversized breasts slapped together as hands continued pull down dresses.

“Fat cow!” Aunt Lou growled as her soft belly slapped against Nettie’s. As feet kicked the dresses free, naked bodies grabbed back onto hair as legs locked and they rolled on the kitchen floor.

Jewel and Louise went at it like prize fighters. Fists swung and hit faces and bodies. Blood freely flowed down mouths, staining the shirts and skirts the two wore. The brunette made the black woman fold in half from a hard fist to the belly. She grabbed Louise by the hair and lifted her knee into the black girl’s face. Louise groaned as she fell to her ass in the dirt. Jewel stood over her and the black girl threw her booted foot into the brunette’s belly, grabbing the long hair as she bent over and pulled her to the dirt with her.

Ella and I quickened our steps as we rushed at each other. We did not swing fists, just collided in a violent embrace and went down to the dirt. Of all the times I had seen Ella, her clothing muted her body. But now, as our chest compacted, I learned she was not a slim woman. Hands reached for hair as she and I rolled in the dirt. A small dust storm swirled around us as heads were yanked back and forth. I could tell immediately I was not fighting a novice. My dungaree clad legs and her split skirt covered ones wrapped up tightly as hands left hair to pull at my shirt and her blouse. Buttons popped off as our tits tumbled free of their confines. Her hands clamped down over my breasts and I screamed out but attacked her right back.

“Who…..paid…you?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Never…..tell,” Ella growled at me.

Heidi Fields stalked the Comanche girl cautiously. Wild Fox was eager to put to use the lessons that Red Flower and Little Feather had been teaching her. She discarded the bow and quiver as well as throwing the bone handled tomahawk away as she charged the bigger woman. Wild Fox leapt into the air with Heidi catching her in a bear hug. The wily Comanche dug her heels into the back of the larger woman’s legs and they crashed to the ground. Wild Fox locked her legs around Heidi’s waist and squeezed. The older woman groaned out but sent a straight right fist to the buck skin covered left breast of the young woman. Fox yelped in pain as Heidi alternated punched the large orbs, knocking both loose from the Comanche’s buck skin top. Wild Fox latched her fingers on the neckline of the larger woman’s dress and yanked down, spilling Heidi’s larger breasts out. The voluptuous Ms. Fields was able to power her legs up, picking up Wild Fox and slamming her back to the ground. The waist scissors was lost.

Rosalina and Joanie wrapped arms around the other, letting sore breasts compress as long hair was pulled from behind backs. The heads snapping back brought tits together tightly, pushing the rounded mounds out at their sides. Side by side, red and black hair littered the floor of the parlor as they fought. The redhead brought a hand over Rosa’s mouth to try and smother her, but the black haired woman bit the hand.

“OW YOU DOG!” Joanie exclaimed. Rosa rolled on top as she ground her smaller but firmer breasts into the redheads.

The two naked black women fighting in the kitchen worked their way to knees. Mouths opened as jaws locked, each tasting the blood from broken skin. With on hand on a huge breast, the free hand traveled in between thick thighs to sink fingers into womanhoods. The two women screamed into the bites but did not let go as greedy fingers squeezed and twisted tits and raked the insides of the other woman. As if by mutual consent, the womanhoods were released and they tipped falling to the bare kitchen floor. They became a whirl of naked dark skin as they fought wildly.

Louise and Jewel rolled into the grass next to the porch, still swinging fists whenever they could get a shot. Both women’s faces started to swell as they pushed away and slowly got to their feet. Fists were again raised as they targeted not only faces but they bodies as well. The fist fight was slowing as with each punch, they ended up catching the other in a clinch, only to push apart and do it over again. A hard left fist to the belly pushed Louise back into the side of the porch. As Jewel moved to finish her, the black woman dodged and pulled the slim woman face first into the wood. Jewel stumbled back, swinging at air before collapsing to the ground.

Ella and I had a hand in hair while the other hand pushed on our faces as we rolled on the ground. Our bare breasts pushed the excess of flesh out at our sides, looking as if they would burst at any moment. It was a war of attrition, neither of us was backing down as the rolling got slower. Ella turned her head and tried to bite my hand but I pulled it away. Her hands went to my throat as I punched her across the left side of her mouth. Blood and spittle flew as we rolled apart. I got to my hands and knees only to see a flash of movement from my right and I ducked, just in time for a tomahawk to fly past my head, missing me by inches.

Heidi slammed her larger tits onto Wild Fox’s pair. They each groaned as the breasts thudded together. Fox grabbed two fistfuls of brown hair as she rolled them over. Her own hair was pulled in return. Heidi kept the rolling going with each set of breasts in constant contact. The larger woman ended up on top and used the hair pull to slam Wild Fox’s head into the ground. The young woman was stunned as Heidi pushed herself up. She found the discarded tomahawk and grabbed it when she saw her friend get punched in the face. She threw the weapon at Ahna Stevens, who ducked only at the last moment. Heidi got off the young Comanche and whistled. A horse galloped out from behind the barn as Ella ran toward her. The two mounted the horse to ride off.

I got to my feet to watch as Ella and her busty cohort galloped off. I looked a Wild Fox who nodded as I whistled for Clem. My chestnut colored horse galloped up as I hopped on the saddle, holding a hand out for Fox as I pulled her in behind me. We took off after the women.

Joanie rolled on top of Rosa and pulled down a vase to break over the older woman’s face. A pair of hands wrenched the vase from the redhead’s hands as Louise fell backward holding the vase. Rosalina balled up her left fist and slugged Joanie across the right side of her jaw. There was a CRUNCH and the redhead fell over unconscious.

Nettie and Aunt Lou were sweating profusely as they tumbled back and forth. The naked black women pulled out hair, slammed huge breasts together and ground thighs in between legs. Lou looked over into parlor and saw Joanie fall as well as Louise enter the fray. She threw a knee into Nettie’s womanhood. The older black woman groaned as Aunt Lou used the pause to push herself up and off Nettie. She grabbed her discarded dress as she stumbled out the back door of the kitchen. Louise came in a dropped to her knees by Nettie.

“Are you alright, Aunt Nettie?” Louise asked, her face a mask of blood and swollen skin.

“Damn that girl is tough,” Nettie groaned out. “Oh my stars girl!” She said as her eyes saw Louise’s face.

The ranch hands came back just in time to tie Jewel and Joanie up.

In Rattler’s Holler, Holly Dee watched as the Matthews men got onto rooftops with rifles. She turned to Abbie Gold. “It is time,” Holly said. She palmed the nickel plated derringer as she and Abbie walked down the street to Kat’s Ranch.

At the Burn’s home, Doris Burns was cleaning Samantha Breecher’s face.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Doris asked, “It would be no trouble to wire El Paso for your husband.”

“Thank you Mrs. Burns,” Sam groaned. “Just let me rest a bit and should be alright. I am just awful sore. That wench can fight.”

Doris dropped her voice to a whisper, “Good work withPersephone, and I do despise that family.” Doris turned to her daughter who had reentered the room with fresh water. “Alice, run down and fetch Anna or Jennifer. They need to know about this.”

“Yes, Mama,” Alice said, happy to be helping out.

The young woman ran down the street and noticed a disheveled Persephone Morgan limping across the street. She was holding the torn dress to cover herself. As Alice got closer to the brothel, she remembered her mother always telling her that a lady never runs, she only walks with a purpose. Alice slowed her pace. She could see a busty blonde and slim brunette in front of her walking into Kat’s Ranch.

Jennifer looked up from the poker table as Anna was bringing her a cup of coffee, she saw the mass of blonde hair and big breasts walk in with Abbie. Jenn was hoping they could patch things up with these two in order for all to live in peace and make some money. She smiled at her lover as Anna set the coffee down. The sun was shining in through the bat wing doors and Jenn caught the reflection of the pistol Abbie was bringing up.

“ANNA!” Jennifer screamed as she jumped up. Anna still had her back to the doors and Jennifer pushed her aside as the gun fired.

Anna Gonzales was shoved hard as a pistol behind her went off, she drew her 38 as she fell and twisted her body. As she hit the wood floor she took aim and fired.

Holly watched as her friend fired with the round missing its original target but it struck Jennifer Dumont. Then Abbie spun and fell as she was hit. Holly quickly drew her derringer and fired twice at Anna, catching the young woman once in the right shoulder and once in left side of her body. The busty blonde fumbled to try and put two more round into the derringer as women around her screamed. Then Alice Burns jumped onto her back. The blonde lost her small pistol as the young woman started pulling her hair from behind.

“Get off me you little bitch!” Holly screamed as she twisted back and forth, finally throwing Alice off her back. As the young woman tried to stand up, Holly kicked her hard in the belly and pulled her head up by the hair. “When I am done with you, I am going to finish that cunt Jennifer and her clit licker lover, Anna.”

Alice grabbed Holly around the waist and tried to take her down but the busty blonde leaned against the bar. She whistled as a swath of girls loyal to her from the Emerald Palace came in and a mass catfight between the young ladies of the night ensued.

Doris heard the shots from the guns at her house. Sam groaned as she got up. “Go, I will be right behind you.” Sam said as she stood. Doris rushed out the door. Mrs. Burns walked in a quick pace, looking around to see what caused the gunfire. As she was getting close to Kat’s Ranch, she saw one of the saloon girls get thrown out the bat wing doors.

Alice and Holly circled but in truth, the busty blonde was toying with the young woman. As Alice lunged, Holly dodged and grabbed the young brunette by the hair and threw her into the bar. She came up behind her, one hand in hair and the other ripping the tight dress down.

“Oh my dear,” Holly cooed in the girl’s ear. “You have great tits, you should show them off once and a while.” All around the two, those loyal to Holly were in the midst of naked catfights with the girls of Kat’s Ranch. Holly pulled her own top down and pressed her larger breasts into Alice. “I may have to keep you as a pet.”

“You let go of my daughter, you bitch!” Holly turned her head sharply to see Doris Burns standing just inside the bat wing doors.

“Oh,” Holly smiled as she turned towards the elder Burns woman. “You must be the older version. I think I might keep your daughter, turn her out to some rough men.”

Doris charged with a scream and Holly prepared. At the last moment, Doris ducked her head as the busty blonde’s arms missed their target, barreling into Holly and taking them both to the wood floor. Over the years, Holly Dee engaged in many brawls with wives and lovers of the men she slept with. For Doris, she had not fought since she was a teenager but it picturing all the things that had happened to her family, the muddy catfight between Alice and Persephone, the loss of ownership of the general store, the Army men having their way with her daughter all fueled Doris to fight like a woman possessed. The two women rolled wildly as hands pulled hair and clothing was torn. They rolled apart as Holly’s dress was down to her waist and Doris’s dress was torn open. She pulled it down to match the busty blonde and Holly’s eyes fell onto Mrs. Burns’ large breasts, her clothing had hidden those spectacular tits. They slammed back together on their knees as the mass of breasts mushroomed out at their sides. Tipping over the blonde and older brunette rolled and wrestled with fingers tugging hair and scratching backs.

Alice looked on for a moment as her gaze was fixed now on her mother fighting the busty blonde. She noticed a tawny haired saloon girl named Betsy break a bottle and walk toward the prone Jennifer and Anna. Alice, already topless rushed and tackled Betsy. The bottle was lost as the two young women went at it tooth and nail. The blonde’s smock top was torn away as full breasts slapped together. Alice and Betsy pulled mightily at hair as legs locked, sending them rolling over broken chairs and tables.

Anna knew her wounds were not life threatening but her only thoughts were for Jennifer. She crawled the few feet to her lover and saw the green dress was stained with blood on her left side. Anna touched the area and Jennifer yelped in pain. The Latina torn the side of the dress to see it and looked to be only a long graze from the bullet.

“You stupid woman,” Anna said with tears in her eyes, “You took that bullet meant for me.”

Jennifer’s eyes came open at the sound of her lover’s voice. “You cow turd,” she smiled up at Anna, “I would die for you.” The two lovers kissed passionately as multiple catfights were going on around them.

Doris and Holly worked up to their feet and slammed into the bar. The busty blonde grabbed a bottle to smash over the equally busty brunette but Doris slammed a fist into the blonde’s belly. The bottle fell away as the older woman swung with right upper cut, catching Holly on the chin and sending her sprawling to the sawdust covered floor. She dropped on top of the blonde as the two women grabbed large breasts. The mounds of flesh were tortured; scratched, clawed, kneaded like bread dough and pulled into unnatural shapes. Each woman had tears streaming down her face. Holly was the first to concede and tried to wrench Doris’s fingers from her tits. The older brunette balled up her fists and started to punch. Holly tried to block but she would battered around and knocked unconscious.

Alice and Betsy fought like hellcats as claw and bite marks covered their faces and chests. They got to knees and feet as hands groped breasts. The blonde swung a looping left fist that Alice ducked, grabbing Betsy around the waist, picking her up and sending her through the front bay window next to the bat wing doors. The blonde crumpled, knocked out on the sidewalk, covered in cuts from the broken glass.

Samantha Breecher waded through the swath of fighting saloon girls to Jennifer and Anna.

“Well you two don’t do things by halves,” Sam said as she knelt. “Let me tend to these.”

Jennifer noticed the marks on the doctor’s face, “Looks like you got some as well.”

“Oh these are a gift from that Morgan cunt,” Sam growled.

The tide of the saloon catfights were turning in favor of the Kat’s Ranch girls. Once by one, Sabrina, Eva, Lillian and Lizzie, along with the other girls, tossed out those who came to fight from the Emerald Palace. Jane Walker, naked with marks over her young naked body, threw out the last of Holly Dee’s girls to the street.

On the road to Rattler’s Holler, Wild Fox and I were gaining on Ella Campbell and Heidi Fields. I felt Fox grip my shoulders as I heeled Clem harder. She stood on the rump of my horse as we got closer to the other women, then she leapt. Ella and Heidi were taken off their horse and went down hard to the ground. I pulled the reigns hard bringing Clementine to a skidding halt. I got off and rushed to tackle Heidi Fields as Wild Fox pounced on Ella.

In town, Will Conley rushed into the Gem. “The men report women fighting at the brothels and now Stevens and Campbell going at it on the outskirts of town.”

Levi and Deanna looked at each other and rushed out to waiting horses. They rode off towards the outskirts of town with 4 other riders armed with rifles.

My heavy breasts bashed into Heidi’s pair as we rolled in the dirt. The dust stuck to our sweaty skin. I was able to get the voluptuous brunette on her back and slammed fist after fist into her face. I looked over as Wild Fox was choking Ella from behind. The Comanche had her legs wrapped around the busty woman’s waist, adding to the torment. Ella finally went limp as the Matthews clan rode up. I realized I was unarmed as was Wild Fox. Of all the days not to have something hidden in Clem’s saddlebags.

“Willamina,” Levi exclaimed. “Oh my dear girl, we have been worried sick.” He got down off his horse to go to his adopted daughter but she backed away.

“I am no longer Willamina Matthews,” Wild Fox said, coming next to me. “I am the woman you stole from dead parents. My father who you shot in the back,” she turned to Deanna, “My mother, who you and your sister, tortured to death. I am Wild Fox and I will have my vengeance!”

Deanna looked horrified and her eyes met her brother’s. His heart was broken, “Men, end them!” Rifles came up.

“I wouldn’t do that!” Came the booming voice of Texas Ranger Danny Fog. He and 10 Rangers rode up surrounding us.

One of the more dimwitted of the Matthews crew, Bart Livingston, brought his rifle to bear. Danny quick drew his pistol, fired and Livingston fell dead from his horse.

“Next one brings in gunplay and we waste all of you,” Danny said. “Sorry we were late Ahna, Matthias thought something was amiss and wired me. We went to your ranch first.”

“Thank you, Ranger Fog,” I said smiling, “I believe these two are working with Levi and Deanna Matthews. They aimed to kill us and my friends in town.”

“Good luck proving that, bitch,” Deanna said, sneering at me. “Ella Campbell and her girls did have a contract for varmint disposal, but nothing in it said anything about killing people. And it will be her word against that of my brother, Levi, a highly respected man in Texas.”

She knew she had me. I looked to Danny who shrugged. “Not much I can do here, Ahna.” He turned to the Matthews’s crew, “Disperse and go back home. There is nothing for you all here.” Levi stared hard at Wild Fox and myself as he and his sister mounted horses and went back to town.

“On my ranch, was everything settled?” I asked as some of the Rangers got down to secure Ella and Heidi.

“We collected two more there,” Danny said as he got down and came over to me. “One got away, Louisa Perkins, goes by Aunt Lou. We will search the area and collect her. Don’t you worry, everyone at the ranch seemed ok.” As we talked, Micah Ten Bears rode up. He looked as if a swarm of feral cats jumped him at once.

“Ms. Ahna,” he said breathlessly. “You need to come quick to Kat’s Ranch.”

I tied my torn shirt so my breast wouldn’t pop out and got back onto Clem. “Danny, can you make sure Wild Fox here gets back to my ranch.”

Danny smiled, “Will do Ahna.” He got on his horse and held a hand out to Fox, who grabbed it and was hoisted behind him.

I rode in as Micah told me he was hit over the head by Abbie Gold and had to try and break up multiple fights. We got to the ranch as I saw Anna, being supported by Eva and Sabrina, being helped to a waiting wagon. Sam was there and I got down, “What happened?”

“Three people were shot,” Sam said as she wiped her brow. “Jenn was grazed and it will have to be stitched up. Anna got shot twice, again. The one in her side went through. Blood is the right color. The one in her shoulder though, I need to get that one out. Abbie Gold is dead. She and Holly tried for a hostile takeover.”

I marched into Kat’s Ranch as a disheveled Doris and Alice Burns tended to the girls. Holly Dee was tied up next to the bar. I went to her, nudging her with my boot. “Was this your plan or did someone put you up to this?”

She looked at me and spit on the ground, “Fuck you, cunt! I ain’t saying shit to you!” That earned her a kick from Doris Burns.

“You watch your mouth, trollop!” Doris said glaring down at her. “Since there are dozens of witnesses to the attempted murder of two women here, you are going to soon join your friend in the afterlife.”

Holly’s eyes welled up with tears but she stayed silent.

I turned to Doris, looking her up and down as the torn dress could not hide her bosom. “Was this your handy work?”

“Well, she was accosting my daughter,” Doris said proudly. The got closer and whispered in my ear, “I wasn’t always a proper woman. When we first met, I almost took you up on your offer for a fight.” She smiled, “Maybe, since we are friends now, something more playful.”

I laughed. More Rangers came to take Holly away. Eva and Sabrina went to the Emerald Palace and rounded up the girls who came to the Ranch looking to fight, expelling them from the town. A wagon filled with 15 saloon girls made its way from Rattler’s Holler to Big Springs.

Matthias made it back to town a few hours later. The ruse to send him to El Paso was set up by Ella Campbell. He joined his wife at my ranch later that night. We plotted.

“Nothing is going to stick to Levi or his sister,” Matthias said as he watched Danny Fog talking near the corral with Wild Fox. “The law will not be any help here.”

“Wonderful,” I mused. “I don’t like not being able to take care of my problems head on.”

Samantha walked up, holding Rufus, who held his arms out for me. I took him and bounced him on my knee for a bit.

“There is dissention in their ranks though,” Sam said, “Persephone wants to kill her mother. She told me as much as we fought. Maybe, we won’t have to do anything.”

“That will hopefully leave us with Levi,” Matthias said.

“Wild Fox will take care of that,” Red Flower said as she walked up. “She seeks to cleanse her spirit.”

“Until this settles,” I said, “Everyone be on guard.”

East of El Paso, a group of people gathered around a camp fire.

“Pass her the bottle, Amy,” Wes Roberts told his youngest daughter. She handed the bottle to the black woman. “Now tell me again about the Stevens Ranch.” Wes and his daughters Beth and Amy Roberts listened intently to Aunt Lou Perkins speak.

Also with the group was Bella Reed, the former Madam of Bella’s Place, now Kat’s Ranch. Her hatred for Ahna Stevens went back further than the rest of the assembled group. Diamond Diane Farragut took a pull from an almost empty bottle of Laudanum. Diane and the Roberts family had met Bella on the trail from Arizona to Texas. Their shared hatred had made them partners. She was also sleeping with Wes and his oldest daughter, Beth. They came across Aunt Lou earlier in the day, learning of the dust up at Rattler’s Holler. Diane looked off in the distance and saw something. She stood as Lou continued to speak and the other’s listened. Diamond walked to a grove of trees and stopped.

“I know you are there, Little Feather,” Diane said to the darkness, “Show yourself.”

Little Feather, the busty Apache warrior came into view. “You must stop this, Diamond. This isn’t your path.”

“What do you know of my path?” Diane asked as she finished the bottle and threw it into the rocks. “You need to be here with us. You need to get revenge for your mother.”

“I already killed Red Blossom,” Feather said, “I have no need for revenge.”

“You owe me a life debt though, just like Tawny did,” Diane said as her eyes fixed on Little Feather.

“Please do not ask this of me,” the Apache woman said.

Diamond Diane stepped forward and pressed her large breasts into the straining buckskin top of Little Feather. “I am not asking. If you hold your traditions like I know you do, then you will be right next to me when we deal with them all.”

Little Feather’s head dropped slightly. She knew that what she owed Diane would mean she and Red Flower or possibly even Wild Fox would be fighting soon.

“Good,” Diane smiled, “Now come back to the fire for some entertainment and planning.”

The two women walked back to the fire as the Robert’s women and Aunt Lou watched as a naked Bella Reed rode Wes’s cock like she was riding a bronco. Diane pointed to an empty seat where Little Feather sat down. Then she started to strip.

“Aunt Lou,” Diane said as she was undressing, “I hear you bested that black cunt, Nettie.” The black woman nodded. “Good, get naked. New girls have to fight the first night.”

Louisa Perkins stood as Wes, Bella, Beth, Amy and Little Feather looked on. The black woman stripped naked as she and Diamond Diane came together in a splat of flesh, going to the dirt with hands in hair.