Wildcats of the West: Chapter 17 – Queen of the Cattlemen by Ahna Brown
Brock “Buster” Smith turned his quarter horse to look back at the swath of cattle. He was the lead foreman for Art and Liz Eaton. The thousand head of steers and heifers were being led from Big Springs to the Eaton Ranch outside of Rattlers Holler. Moving this many cattle was a long affair that required patience and practice. Buster had 10 hands working for him that were evenly spaced out over the half mile sea of animals. The sun was setting and Buster knew they wouldn’t finish until the next day. He heeled his horse and moved down the herd to the tail, where two of his most experienced hands worked. What he saw froze him in his saddle. Both men were slumped over in their saddles with multiple arrows sticking out of their backs. Some of the cattle were being led away by riders on horseback.
Buster removed his Winchester and cocked the lever to put a round in the chamber. He whistled as one of the riders turned. Buster caught movement out of the corner of his eye as an arrow went past his head. Two more arrows caught his horse in the rump and he was bucked off. The wily ranch foreman quickly rose to his feet, Winchester in his hands, taking aim and firing at the Indians stealing his boss’s cattle. The steers and cows scattered as the sound of the rifle echoed through the still of the impending night. Buster knew he hit at least one of the riders but the body didn’t fall. He heard the galloping hooves of horses behind him as some of his hands came up to support their boss.
“Chance, Reggie, round up the strays best you can,” Buster called out. “Dick, ride hard into town and get more boys and let Mr. Eaton know that Indians attacked. Bobby and Eddy are dead.”
“I got it, Buster,” the young cowboy said back, “You want me to fetch the law as well?”
“Hell, no, boy,” Buster answered angrily, “We are the only law we need now. Get going!”
The cowboy dug his spurs in and took off into the night.
Two days later, after the cattle were successfully moved to the Eaton property, the hands along with Buster, Art and Liz Eaton, stood somberly as they said words over the graves of the two fallen ranch hands. After they finished, Art and Liz pulled Buster aside.
“Any luck finding bodies?” Art asked.
“No, Sir,” Buster shook his head, “I know I hit at least one of them, found blood but the trail went cold. The arrows are funny too.”
“What do you mean, funny?” Liz Eaton asked.
“They ain’t Comanche or Apache,” Buster answered. “I ain’t never seen these markings around Texas.”
“Any other Natives in the area besides on the reservations?” Liz questioned.
“Only ones I heard of were on the Stevens Ranch, east of town,” Buster said.
“And one of the deputies in town is native,” Art answered his wife. “Married a white woman as well it seems, they live in town. She is the daughter of the Burns family, who run the general store.”
Liz took out a cigarette, putting it between her lips. She pulled out a match and struck it against the railing of the porch, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. She blew out the smoke. “Buster, take a few boys and find one of the Indians working at the Stevens ranch. Have words with him. Find out if he or any of them working there were responsible for what happened.”
“Yes, Mrs. Eaton,” Buster said as he nodded to Art and walked to grab a few hands.
“Wouldn’t it be better to talk with the owner of the Stevens Ranch?” Art asked his wife.
“If the owner was involved, I don’t want to spook him,” Liz answered.
“Well, he is a she,” Art smiled.
“Is she now?” Liz smiled back. “This town is getting more and more interesting.”
On the Stevens Ranch
I looked over those gathered for chow time. “Anyone seen Bill?” I asked. “I have never known him to miss a meal.”
Jed looked over to his brother, Micah, “We saw him midday out by the western property line.”
“Alright,” I said, “After dinner, saddle up and grab lanterns. I will ride with you.”
Rudy joined myself as well as the Ten Bears brothers as we rode to the last spot Bill Iron Buffalo was seen on my property. Micah pointed to the fence line.
“Isn’t that Bill’s paint?” Micah asked, knowing the horse was Bill’s favorite to ride.
We rode over to find the horse tethered to the fence, but no sign of Bill. Rudy looked over the fence.
“Looks like at least four horses as well as boot prints,” he said, getting down to peer at the marks in the dirt.
“The Mathews clan,” I spit on the ground.
“No, Ms. Ahna,” Rudy replied standing up. “The Eaton Ranch now owns this. The governor gave most of Levy Mathews land to them.”
“Rudy, can you ride with me there?” I asked. “Jed, you and Micah go back to the house to see if Bill returned.”
Back on at the Eaton Ranch, Buster Smith walked into the parlor of the house. His hat was in his hands as he approached Liz and Art.
“What is it, Buster?” Art asked, seeing the look on his foreman’s face.
“Sir, Mrs. Eaton,” he said by way of greeting, “The boys found one of the Stevens boys. They got a little carried away with talking to him.”
“What do you mean carried away?” Art asked a little more forcefully.
“When they asked him about trying to rob the cattle,” Buster went on, “He said he and the hands at the Stevens Ranch didn’t do it, but Dick and Reggie didn’t like the answer. So they beat him pretty good.”
“Is he dead?” Liz asked as she looked down.
“No, but he might not make it,” Buster said, “His face is swollen and he is in and out of sleep. Muttering in his language.”
“Talk, means talk, Buster,” Liz said as she stood. “If I wanted you and the boys to beat someone, I would have told you to do just that. We do not need or want a ranch war with the Stevens woman.”
“It is my fault,” Buster said, “I should have been there with them. Eddy was good friends with Reggie and I can see how it got out of hand. But that is no excuse.”
The bell outside started ringing, meaning riders were coming up on the property.
“Buster, have one of the boys go fetch the doc from town,” Art grumbled as he stood. He led Buster and Liz Eaton out on his porch.
I rode up and stopped in front of the large house as three people walked out onto the porch. I noticed a few ranch hands near the closest of three large barns.
“Evening,” I said from on top of Pedro, my Andalusian stallion. “I am sorry to call on you so late. My name is Ahna Stevens, I am your neighbor to the east of your fields, east of Rattlers Holler. One of my hands is missing and his horse was found at the property line.” I saw a striking woman step forward on the porch.
“Ms. Stevens, I am Elizabeth Eaton and this is my husband, Art and our foreman, Buster Smith,” Liz said and then she noticed the glint of the silver star on Rudy White Owl’s chest. “Are you the marshal, son?”
“No, Ma’am,” Rudy stated, “I am one of his deputies and know Ms. Stevens and Bill Iron Buffalo very well. Bill and I served as scouts for the Army.” The color drained from Art’s face.
“Why don’t you two come inside to talk?” Liz replied softly.
Rudy and I got off our horses and tied them to the post next to the house. Art Eaton ushered us into the parlor and to comfortable seats. Liz looked at her husband.
“Ms. Stevens,” Art said, “There has been an unfortunate turn of events. Our cattle drive was attacked two nights ago by what looked like rogue Indians.” Buster handed across a few of the arrows.
“These are Pawnee,” Rudy stated. “Same ones the soldiers used last year. When Brogue and the Mathews clan killed the Campbell family. ”
My eyes never left Art Eaton, “Is Bill dead?” I asked plainly.
“No,” Liz answered, “But it doesn’t look good for him.”
“What happened and who did it?” I asked quietly, too quietly for how I was feeling.
“Ma’am, it was my fault,” Buster Smith admitted, “The boys got out of hand when asking you hand questions.”
“Beat him when they didn’t like the answer an Indian gave?” Rudy asked in a growl.
Buster nodded.
“The responsibility falls on me, Ms. Stevens,” Art said. “They were my hands and I asked them to question one of your hands.”
“No, Art dear,” Liz interjected, “It was me who instructed them to talk with one of your boys. Art, suggested I talk with you. But I chose a different path.”
“Why the hell didn’t you come to me?” I yelled out as I stood. Art and Liz stood as well.
“Because two of my hands are dead, Ms. Stevens,” Liz said, raising her voice as well. “No one kills Eaton men and gets away with it.”
“Well, I know for a fact that none of my boys would have done it,” I stated as I pointed my finger at the older redhead. “Because they were all with me on my ranch two nights ago, we were branding. Now, where is my hand?”
Buster led us to the closest barn as a wagon with Samantha Breecher in it, pulled up. We went into the barn. Bill was laying on a makeshift bed. His face was so swollen that I could not tell if he had his eyes open. Sam kneeled down and checked on him. He muttered something in his native language and Rudy knelt down to speak to him.
I looked around at the other hands in the barn. One gripped his hat hard and I could see cut knuckles. I stared at him until we met eyes and he looked away in shame. Rudy stood back up and smiled at me.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked, perplexed.
“Bill will be fine,” Rudy said with a chuckle.
“What language was he speaking?” Buster asked. “I know it wasnt Comanche or Apache.”
“It was Choctaw,” Rudy said as he looked over at the hands. “Bill said they hit like women. Now, who were the hands who delivered the beating? They will be coming with me back into town.”
“Sorry, deputy,” Art Eaton stated, “But we will deal with our hands misgivings here, not in town.”
“Is that how you want things to play out?” I asked. I turned to Doc Breecher who still knelt next to Bill. “Sam, is your husband in town?”
“Why yes he is Ahna,” Sam smiled as she looked over to Art and Liz Eaton, “My husband, the US Marshal for this area of Texas. We also have a guest. Danny Fog of the Texas Rangers, is visiting us at the moment.”
Liz laughed and shook her head. “Ms. Stevens, the boys are young and their friends were murdered. I have a year old Missouri Foxtrotter and would gladly give him to your hand as a way of saying sorry for all that occurred.”
“That would be good for Bill,” I said, “But I still want to see the boys who did this get what they are due.”
“And if we say no?” Art asked.
“Then I make sure the law comes to take them away and I will make sure charges are pressed,” I said, coldly. “Or you could give them to me and I will beat them until they look like Bill here.”
“No,” Liz said, “I gave them that order, so it falls on me. But I ain’t just going to let you beat on me, Ms. Stevens. If you get my meaning.”
“I do, Mrs. Eaton,” I said as I spit in my hand and held it out to her. “Call me Ahna.”
Elizabeth Eaton spit in her right and shook mine, “Call me Liz. I propose three days from now. My property or yours?”
“Oh we will be doing it right here, where Bill got it from your boys,” I said as I eyed the woman who in three days time, I would be fighting.
Samantha had the Eaton hands load Bill into the wagon for the trek back to her home.
In the small campsite, 10 miles outside of Rattlers Holler…
Dara Boyd drank from the tin cup and her eyes met those of Hilde Shaft. “Ma’am,” Dara said, “I ain’t got no trouble with your sister or yourself.”
“Do you enjoy your freedom?” Biting Wolf said as she sat down next to the dark haired young woman.
“I do,” Dara quickly stated. “I just don’t know what use I can be for ya is all.”
“We will find a use for you,” the Cheyanne medicine woman replied. They turned as they heard a commotion behind them.
“When this is all done, yankee whore,” Bella Reed shouted, “I am going to get my brothel back and kill those treacherous sluts who betrayed me!”
“You lost it since your memory is starting to go,” Karen Dempsey yelled back, going chest to chest with the other madam.
“Didn’t you lose yours in a whore fight with that Dumont cunt?” Holly Dee laughed at the both of them. “I never got the chance to fight her but I would have beaten her and taken control of the brothels if I was able.”
Hilde smiled at her nephew, Hans. “Since we will not get a moment’s rest with you three blathering, you all will fight right now. Dara, here is our first use for you. The four of you strip naked and fight. The winner will get the brothels when we finish in Rattlers Holler.”
Dara looked in disbelief from Hilde to the three blonde women. Then she rose and walked to the women she would be fighting. Dara was not as busty as the trio of madams but her body was toned and firm. Her build was slimmer compared to Karen Dempsey who was the more voluptuous of the women there. The four started to pull off clothing as Hans turned to get a good view of the women. Karen, Bella and Holly had very large breasts while Dara’s were full and round but dwarfed in comparison.
Bella and Karen wasted no time and rushed together, their heavy tits clopped together as hands grabbed double handfuls of blonde hair. Pulling left and right, the two careened out of control in the small field. Bella put a foot behind Karen’s leg and the pair toppled to the grass in a heap.
As Holly stalked after Dara, the brunette sent a quick left and right with her fist, stunning the blonde and sending her reeling backwards. Dara rushed and tackled the busty beauty off her feet and down to the grass next to the fighting Bella and Karen. This was not Dara’s first fight by any means. Life in a cattle rustling outfit had her tangle with rancher’s wives, saloon girls, and the occasional native woman. While she could use her fists very well, having been taught by the men in the outfit, Dara loved when the brawls became dirty as she loved squeezing tits and slamming pussies together.
“Give up, you old cow!” Bella cursed as she mounted the older blonde, grabbing both breasts and mauling them.
“”OW! You pig fucker!” Karen cried out as she tried to pull the hands free of her tits. She reached and grabbed Bella’s big pair back, her nails sinking into the dense flesh.
Holly and Dara swung with fists, raked skin with nails and pulled on the other’s tits with reckless abandon. The grass was flattened around them as they tussled back and forth. Holly sent a wicked slap across Dara’s left breast, the impact sounding like a whip crack. The brunette howled in pain and grabbed the huge dangling tits above her, constricting her fingers and allowing excess flesh to ooze through. Holly screamed out but gritted her teeth and grabbed the smaller tits back.
Hilde watched in delight as all four were crushing breasts in the other’s grips. She found herself squeezing her own tits and imagining her inevitable fight with her sister, Ahna. She glanced over to her nephew as Biting Wolf , who had also stripped down, and was riding the young man as she whooped and let out war cries. The Cherokee medicine woman had long ago deceived Hilde and Hans by telling them when they were taken, Ahna and Robert Stevens never came searching for them. In truth, a recently deceased Cherokee woman and her baby were left in place of Hans and his aunt with the homestead burning the bodies unrecognizable.
Karen unseated the younger blonde as their tit holds were broken. The pair of brothel madams slammed together in a breast crushing bear hug on their knees, the swelling bosoms pushed out their sides. Bella spit into the older woman’s face with Karen growling and moving her head forward to bite down over the younger woman’s mouth.
Dara made the mistake of mashing her fuzzy woman hood into Holly’s. The former brothel madam was a veteran of whore fights and when she locked cunts with another in combat, she was almost unstoppable. As the slimmer woman was on top, the blonde bucked and twisted her hips letting the flesh flowers mash and hard clits to collide. The brunette’s eyes went wide as she stared down into the smiling face of Holly Dee. The busty blonde threw Dara to her back and mounted her, legs scissored together.
“Come on, girly,” Holly cooed, “Give me that liquor!”
Blood dripped down chins as Karen and her rival, Bella, rolled wildly in the grass. Hands alternated from slapping and clawing to grabbing backsides and the big breasts, nails gouging into flesh. The southern belle rolled them to a stop with her on top as the older woman was starting to show signs of tiring. Sweat poured off bodies and stung the wounds each had created. Bella pushed open the voluptuous blonde’s thighs and started slamming her thick patch of womanly curls into Karen’s.
Dara found herself writhing as she came violently, her slim body bucking wildly under the busty blonde. Holly relished the feel of juices splashing against her pussy as she rode the girl into a second orgasm. She rolled off and saw Bella humping Karen and got to her feet. As Bella looked up, Holly dropped to her knees and grabbed both of the blonde madams by the hair and slammed their heads together. Both went limp. A victorious Holly Dee looked around as her eyes met Hilde Shaft, who smiled and nodded.
“Help them get cleaned up,” Hilde said as she stood. Her nephew was buttoning up his pants as Biting Wolf put her buckskin skirt back on.
In Rattlers Holler, two riders trotted to a stop in front of the Emerald Palace. Each was trailing a horse with a bound rider in the saddle. The man and woman dismounted and stretched. The man, tall and wide shouldered with a thick gray handlebar mustache, untied the leads from the trail horses.
“I will take these two over to the marshal’s office,” he said with a smile to the woman. “I can’t thank you enough, Tilly, for helping me with these two.”
“Oh, Mac, love,” the woman, Tilly McGuire, said with a hint of an Irish accent. “How could I not help on of the Traven boys when he was tied to a tree and almost lynched by these two ruffians. Plus, you did promise half the reward for them.” She winked at Mac Traven. “I will see about lodging.” She saw his wide smile, “But two rooms. You are not getting into my knickers so quickly!”
As Mac led the two horses towards the marshal’s office, Tilly McGuire walked through the batwing doors into the Palace and smack dabbed into an asian woman with a plunging neckline.
“Oh, pardon me,” the Asian woman said as she stepped back, flushed.
“I apologize,” Tilly replied immediately. “Those are hard to miss and I was distracted by the ambiance of the lovely establishment.”
“Please call me, Leslie,” Leslie Wong stated as she inhaled to make her ample bosom swell. “Would you be here to eat or need a room?”
“Room to start, two please,” Tilly replied, slapping her thigh with dust flying off. “Also a hot bath and laundry services.”
“We will have your rooms prepared,” Leslie smiled as she motioned for the bartender, “Can I interest you in a whiskey? The bath will take a little while to get prepared. Also, would you care for…someone… to assist in bathing you?” The smile on her face was that of a Cheshire cat.
Tilly’s eyes smoldered. “If it is you, then by all means.”
“I will make sure to break away from my duties here,” Leslie licked her lips. “What names should I put down for the rooms?”
“Mac Traven and Tilly McGuire,” the brunette stated.
“The bounty hunter Mac Traven?” Asked a woman’s voice from behind Tilly. “And Tilly “The Hellcat” McGuire from the Chicago fight scene?”
“The same,” Tilly answered as she turned to face the tall woman. “But I am now a bounty hunter as well. But you have me at a loss, Ma’am.”
“I am Joanna Weber,” Joanna said, “The proprietor of the Emerald Palace and Kat’s Ranch. I saw you fight and beat the Russian bare knuckle champion, Olga Petrov in Chicago. Most impressive.” She stepped to the side as a tall redhead with silver streaks in her hair walked up next to the women. “Tilly, this is Elizabeth Eaton. Mrs. Eaton, this is Tilly McGuire, one of the best bare knuckled and bare breasted fighters I have ever seen.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Eaton,” Tilly said as she stuck out her hand and shook the older woman’s with a firm grip.
“The pleasure is mine, Tilly,” Liz Eaton stated. “Was I correct in hearing that Mac Traven was with you? Mac and my family go way back to the war. He and his brother are fine men. Now if you will excuse me, Madam Weber and I need to discuss a bare breasted fist fight that occurred in one of her fine establishments.”
Tilly’s eyes went wide as she let out a belly laugh.
Joanna led Liz Eaton to an empty table and both sat down.
“How is Gabriella fairing?” Liz asked as took a cigarette out, struck a match on the table top and lit it.
“Gabi is back to work with no issues,” Joanna said as she eyed the older woman who sat across from her. “I do appreciate that you paid for the broken table and chairs.” Liz nodded. “I must say,” Joanna went on, “Gabriella has been with me for a couple of years and this is the first fight I have ever seen her lose.”
“To be honest, Madam Weber,” Liz smiled as she exhaled a plume of smoke, “I have been fist fighting and catfighting longer than both young Miss Gabi and yourself have been alive. Don’t let my age fool you. Now, do I need to do more for myself and Art to be allowed back into your establishments?”
Joanna mulled over her thoughts, “You and your husband are welcomed at both the Palace here and the Ranch. Just don’t go starting fights with my girls again. If one of them wrongs you, please let myself or Sabrina take care of it.”
“I can agree to that,” Liz held out her hand for Joanna to shake. “Now that our business is concluded, I was wondering if I might ask you a question about one of the residents of this town.”
“By all means,” Joanna said with a nod of her head.
“Ahna Stevens,” Liz said, “What can you tell me about her?”
Joanna laughed out loud, “That is one member of this town who I am very much acquainted with. Ahnalize and I grew up together in Michigan. We did not like each other then, fell for the same man and ended up in a naked catfight in the creek over him.” She looked at the smiling Liz Eaton. “Since arriving in town, Ahna and I have settled our dispute. Why are you inquiring about her?”
“She and I are meeting in two days time for a fight on my ranch,” Liz stated as she blew smoke out of her nose. “She was wronged and I have accepted responsibility for the wronging.”
Joanna laughed again, “Mrs. Eaton, I do not envy you much for what is going to transpire. But if I could give you this piece of advice, do not hit her with a cow patty.”
Now it was Liz’s turn to snort and laugh. “I respect her for her boldness, but I am not going to let my hands be subject to judgment from the town marshal when they are not in town.”
“She has had a hard go of it,” Joanna said as she got serious. “The man she and I fought over passed away. Before that occurred, her parents, sister and young son were massacred by Cheyanne in Kansas. The homestead was burned with her family in it. She was a wanted fugitive for a while after she sided with the Earp’s in Arizona. That woman has lived more tragedy than what God should allow.”
Elizabeth Eaton whistled. “Now I respect her more. Just means the fight is going to be a memorable one.” Leslie walked over with two shots of whiskey. Liz stubbed out her cigarette and tipped her shot at Joanna, letting the burn of the whiskey go down her throat. “Thank you for your insight, Madam Weber, I hope to see you soon.”
“Good day, Mrs. Eaton,” Joanna replied as she stood with the older woman and watched her depart the Emerald Palace. “Christ Ahna,” she muttered to herself.
Outside Rattlers Holler, the small horse drawn wagon stopped at the large camp of the Church of Eve. The former warden, Stella Cook, got down and was immediately embraced by Silvia Macon.
“It is so wonderful to have you here with us, Stella,” Silvia said as she held her friend tightly.
“My dear, you couldn’t keep me away,” Stella replied as she broke it and starred in the bright blue eyes. “Now tell me of this treachery that has plagued you. That tart, Amber, and your daughter will pay as dearly as the whores of this town.”
They walked hand in hand to Silvia’s small cottage. “Sharon has made her choice. I gave her ample opportunity to leave and she elected to stand with the women of the night. Amber will pay in blood. First, I will have her best friend, Lyna, kill her baby in front of her eyes. Then she will join him. The first strike of my plan happens in a week’s time. If it goes well, this town will be down a madam and many of her little wretches!”
At the Emerald Palace, Tilly McGuire lounged in the clawfoot tub as steam billowed from the hot water. The lovely Leslie Wong used the washrag to clean the dust and grime of the trail from Tilly’s body. The Irish lass brought her head back as they kissed passionately. Leslie let the rag float in the soapy water as she reached down to caress Tilly’s breasts.
Leslie broke the kiss, “Is it true that you were once a boxer?”
Tilly leaned back against the tub as the Asian continued to fondle her breasts. “Not in any professional sense, but the horny men of Chicago did enjoy watching me fight.”
“So just fighting with your fists?” Leslie asked in a husky voice.
“No, love,” Tilly cooed, “I have taken on many women with my claws and my sex as well.”
Leslie moaned softly. “That is how us working girls settle things. There is one at the Ranch, Lillian. She and I have a fierce rivalry. It comes from me being from China and her from Japan.”
Now it was Tilly’s turn to moan as she brought her left leg up and placed it on the edge of the tub. “I bet she is not as beautiful as you are.”
“Oh you tease!” Leslie laughed, but slid her hand down further underwater until the Irish woman tensed. “She has very big tits like me. She and I have used our bodies against each other but neither can best the other. It is maddening.”
Tilly looked into the Asian woman’s eyes. “Oh you love the rivalry. I can see it on your face. Having a woman that fights you intimately is almost as good as having a steady lover. You become attuned to the other….mmmm…yes…oh… yes!”
Leslie smiled as water started to splash from the tub as her fingers went to work on Tilly. The two kissed again, but more forcefully, until the bounty hunter screamed into the Asian woman’s mouth. Her body collapsed back under the water. Leslie stood and took off her wet dress. She got into the tub opposite of Tilly as the two women opened their legs to the other. Bodies scooted close, with woman hoods meeting under hot water. They embraced and began to rock back and forth.
Near Truth or Consequences, New Mexico…
Red Flower and Wild Fox rode their paints slowly up the winding path to the small farm house. On the porch sat a heavyset elderly woman.
“That is far enough,” Grace Garibaldi said in a raspy voice. “What business do you have here?”
Wild Fox raised her hand in greeting, “Good morning, Ma’am,” she said, “Would this be the Garibaldi homestead?”
“It is and who are you?” Grace asked as she pulled a shotgun from behind the chair and set it on her lap.
“My name is Wild Fox and this is Red Flower,” she said motioning to the other woman seated on her horse. “We have come to inquire if a Becky Garibaldi resides here.”
There was a click of a hammer coming back on a shotgun from behind the natives on horseback. “I don’t know you,” Becky said as she stepped out from behind a tree. “Now state your business or this isn’t gonna end well for the two of you.”
“My name is Red Flower of the Apache nation,” Red Flower said as she turned her head towards the woman with red hair. “I come with news about two women you knew when you were younger, Diamond Diane and Tawny of the Cherokee nation.”
Becky’s eyes narrowed but she lowered her shotgun. She turned her head towards the large woman on the porch. “Mama, better prepare some tea for our guests.”
The four women sat in the small parlor of the house sipping tea. “So what is the news about Diane and Tawny?”
Red Flower set her cup down. “Tawny is dead. She was killed in combat by my sister. Tawny’s daughter Little Feather killed my sister in single combat as well. Diane has a strange fever about her. She is going down a path that will lead to much death.”
Becky wiped a tear from her cheek. “I knew Tawny so well. At first she and I were hell bent on killing the other but over time during the fights at the Red Dog Saloon, she and I got close. I helped deliver her daughter. It was then that I discovered I was barren. I decided to leave but Diane wanted me to stay with them all. I refused which led to a knock down drag out fight between us. I left and moved with my mother to New Mexico. I do not know what I could do in this matter.”
“You have a personal connection with both Diane and Little Feather,” Wild Fox said. “You may be able to break the fever Diane has.”
“Last time I was on Cherokee land, Tawny and I had our wrists bound as we fought with knives,” Becky mused as her mother fanned herself. “Mama, looks like I will be gone for a little while. I will have the Williams family check in on you.”
Outside of Rattlers Holler
I rode up by myself to the Eaton Ranch. It was midday and the sun was beating down. I already had sweat on my brow and leaking down under my button up brown shirt. I pulled my stetson off and wiped the sweat away with the sleeve of my shirt. In the last few days I had learned a little about the Eaton family, Elizabeth in particular. Sabrina had told me of the brawl with Gabi in the whore house.
Liz Eaton was waiting on the porch of the main house, a cigarette dangling from red lips. She was dressed much as I was in a button down shirt, hers blue, mine red, and black dungarees with black riding boots. I had on similar ones. She nodded at me as I stopped the horse, got off and tied the lead to the hitching post. She stubbed out her smoke and stepped down from the porch.
“Good day, Ahna,” Liz said by way of greeting, “How is your young man fairing?”
Good day to you, Liz,” I answered back. “Bill is doing fine and appreciates the Fox Trotter you gave him. It still doesn’t change anything today.”
Liz smiled at me, “I didn’t think it would. I must say, in learning some about you, the life you have had would have destroyed most women. You have overcome it.”
I nodded in appreciation. “I have to say, on hearing about your fight in the cathouse, I know not to take you lightly.”
Liz used her arm to wave towards the barn, “Shall we get down to it.”
I looked Liz Eaton over once more. She was close to my height and looked to be around the same size. Her large breasts moved freely under her button up shirt. I nodded and we walked towards the barn. Once inside, the older redhead closed the door and used the large block of wood to secure us inside. She began to unbutton her shirt and removed it. For being at least 15 years older than me, her breasts sat high on her chest with very little sag. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. She smiled approvingly at my topless body.
Once the shirts were placed on pegs, Liz and I walked out to the center of the bare barn, raised fists and began to circle. She and I locked eyes and waded in. We immediately went for the other’s head. Fists swung, some missing but some catching each of us across jaws, bloodying noses and lips. The elder redhead came in close and with her right hand, slugged me hard in the left side. I folded over and she slammed her knee into my chin, sending me sprawling to the barn floor. Liz wanted to end the fight early and advanced on me but I kicked out with a booted foot and it caught her in the belly. I heard a rush of air leave her lungs as well as a groan of pain. With her bent over, I threw a right uppercut to her face and she went down to the floor.
Both of us were slower to rise. Blood and sweat dripped from faces and chins down onto our large breasts. Liz and I charged and wrapped an arm around the other’s head as we bent over again. With our free hands, she and I unleashed punch after punch to bodies and faces. My arms were starting to tire and I knew I couldn’t keep up the barrage of punches. Luckily as I found out, Liz was tiring as well. I felt her free hand grip my left breast and squeeze hard. I yelped in pain but stopped my punching to grab her right back. We twirled around on our feet in the middle of the barn until our legs tangled and we landed hard to the dirt floor. Bodies righted themselves as our blood and sweat covered tits smashed together. Hands grabbed at the other’s face and we pushed our heads back. I bit Liz’s left hand as she grabbed a handful of my red locks with her right and dragged us sideways to the dirt. The dungaree covered legs wrapped together as we continued the roll in the dirt. Because of the sweat coating our bodies, the dirt stuck to it, forming a thin layer of mud. As we rolled, fists shot up to smack into faces. I spit out blood from a hard shot and returned it to Liz as blood flew from her mouth.
We stopped rolling and untangled legs as we pulled each other up to our knees. The older redhead slammed a fist into my left breast and I howled out and dropped to one knee. She brought up her right fist to slam it against my face but I was faster as I sent a hard shot to her belly. She coughed and joined me on knees as we clung to the other, tits pushing out at our sides. I dug my boots into the dirt and toppled us over. We locked up with thighs wedged in between legs. Our hands pulled hair weakly and pawed at the others’ blood and sweat covered breasts. We stopped moving and just rested.
“You get your licks in?” Liz breathlessly whispered.
“Yeah,” I wheezed out. “How fucking old are you? You fight like a woman half your age.”
“Well, I was fighting bitches topless and naked when you were a toddler, Ahna.” Liz Eaton smiled bloody teeth at me. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and share a bottle or two of whiskey?”
I laughed and then groaned out because it hurt.
After Liz and I cleaned up and dressed into fresh clothing, we sat on her porch in two rocking chairs, a half drunk bottle of whiskey between us.
I handed over a wet cloth that the older woman pressed against her nose as her head lifted back. She gave me a piece of steak to place on the right side of my face.
“Let’s agree to talk next time,” Liz chucked and groaned out in pain. “You have given me one of the toughest fights I have ever had.”
“Same to you, Liz,” I said back. I decided to tell Liz about everything that happened with the Matthews family and the Church of Eve.
After hearing it all, the matron of the Eaton family was silent. “I know some of this church. I witnessed their leader, Silvia Macon, and a madame from a whore house in Abiline, Texas fight in the street. She is brutal and not to be taken lightly. Even if her daughter stands against her, I do not believe that woman will hold back in the slightest. As far as the Matthews crew goes, I hear tell that a Constance Matthews has arrived to lead her two daughters to rule this town and take back what they lost, mainly to my family. I think there is a major fight brewing in this town. Not just for property but for the soul of this place.” Her left hand moved to my right and she squeezed it tightly. “We will stand with you against both here.”
“Thank you, Liz,” I said as I returned the squeeze. “But how did you hear about the Matthews plan?”
Liz Eaton smiled at me, “Oh, Loretta Stone isn’t just any lawyer. When word spread about the Matthews women, Deanna and her daughter, Persephone, killing the other, I sent that gorgeous woman to Rattlers Holler as a ruse. She is my trojan horse and my niece. This needs to stay between us. Only Art and I are privy to that information here. Loretta has had a hard life, much like you. Her parents died when she was young and Art and I raised her. Her husband was a prominent lawyer in Austin but was gunned down by a client.”
I whistled.
“I do believe we should both be rested and ready to take on both fronts soon.”
“I will be, Mrs. Eaton,” I smiled as I took a pull from the bottle of whiskey and then passed it to her. “But for now, I am getting drunk with you on your porch.”
We both laughed and groaned at the same time.
In a camp 10 miles from Rattlers Holler, Dara Boyd returned to the camp. She was the only one of the newly acquired women that wasn’t known in town.
“There is a lot of law in town,” Dara said to the group. “There is a US Marshal living in town with his doctor wife and son. The town marshal is young but has two deputies with him. There is a cult in town that is starting to war with the brothels. I saw the old warden there with them. She didn’t see me. This Church of Eve means to run the whores out.”
“It is no matter,” Biting Wolf said, “Our plan still remains to take out Ahna Stevens and those close to her.”
“Katerina Stevens lives on the ranch Ahna has,” Dara said.
Both Hans and his Aunt Hildi shared a look at the other.
“Like I said, no matter,” Biting Wolf replied, “If she interferes, she dies along with her mother.” Her eyes turned to Hilidi and Hans, “Correct?”
Both nodded their heads.
Along the road from Big Springs to Rattlers Holler, a buggy carrying Kristina Blanchard and Jennifer Dumont bumped along the path.
“Are you certain you want to do this, Jennifer?” Kristina asked her young friend.
“I am,” Jennifer said as she stared ahead at the road.”Bailey Matthews killed my Anna. One way or the other, she dies.”
This Story Continues in Chapter 18. Stay Tuned to Fights.Sexy for It’s Release.