Chapter 3
I was pissed with her attitude and was about to give her an
answer when Elizabeth spoke up, "Claire! He took care of us
after the wagon train full of our "friends" left us here to
die. I've got your clothes in the wagon." Elizabeth began to
cry. "Claire, they stole everything we had!" Claire forgot
about her clothing and hugged Elizabeth to her breast. My dick
rose like an elevator! Suddenly she went from being the ice
princess to being the earth mother. She held Liz against her
bare chest until she stopped crying again and laid her down on
the blanket. "Just rest there for a few moments until I get
dressed and talk to?" She paused. "Alex" Elizabeth stated.
"While I talk to Alex then."
Claire turned to me seemingly without being concerned about
her nakedness. "I seem to have misjudged you." I blushed,
turned my back and said, "We might want to continue this
discussion after you get some clothes on." "Christ! I hope she
didn't see the boner I've got." I waited until I heard someone
get into the wagon and turned around.
"Elizabeth, do you have anywhere you can keep this gold for
me?" "Gold? Can I see? Oh it's pretty!" I sighed to myself.
So much for gold being valuable here. And it definitely isn't
my world then. She rushed into the wagon shouting like a small
child to Claire, "Alex gave me some gold!"
Claire came out and excitedly asked me, "Where did you get
this? Do you have more?" Now I'm really confused. Is gold
valuable here or not? I answered vaguely, "Around here
somewhere."
I sat down. Suddenly everything caught up with me and I
collapsed. "Alex!" I heard Elizabeth cry as everything went
black.
Day 11
I woke up and stared around. "Where am I? This doesn't look
like home." I wondered before I remembered falling through and
finding the wagon. "I'm in the wagon." Suddenly I realized I
was totally bare. I looked around and saw my boots next to me
but nothing else. Outside the wagon I heard the sound of an ax
being used to chop wood and smelled something cooking. I got up
and stuck my head out. "Alex!" I heard and the next thing I
knew I had an armful of young girl in my naked arms. "Elizabeth!
You get down here this instant!" Claire said in a cold
authoritative voice.
I looked up and got the icy glare again. Pissed I gave
Elizabeth a hug and gently told her, "Thank you, Sweetheart. Do
you know where my clothes are?" "Sure. I washed them and they
should be dry by now." She ran off to get them. I glared at
Claire saying, "Are you getting a good look?" She blushed and
turned her head. I covered myself with the blanket in no
particular hurry. "I saw everything you had when I was caring
for you while you were sick. If I had wanted to ravish either
one of you I could have done something then."
Elizabeth come back and handed me my clothes. "Did you get
me undressed, Sweetheart?" I asked. She looked at me shyly,
"Yes, but Claire helped me get your pants and underwear off."
I glanced at Claire and caught her blushing. I wonder if she
enjoyed what she saw. "Thank you for washing my clothes. Is
that your cooking outside I smell?" "Oh! I forgot!" She ran
back out again. Claire remained in the wagon. "Are you going
to leave while I get dressed?" She blushed again and turned her
back to me. "I really need to talk to you." she said. I
started getting dressed. "What are you?" she asked. "I'm a
man like every other man." "Your clothes say differently. No
one could be so even with the stitches, and you have something
I've never seen on your pants fly instead of buttons. Your
boots are made of leather on top but I've never seen or heard of
anything like the soles. Your undergarments are like nothing
I've ever seen before. And the items I found in your pockets
don't look like anything I've ever seen."
I sat down after getting dressed. I had been afraid of this.
The materials and objects of my time were like nothing I had seen
here. "Could you sit down please? You're right. We really
need to talk."
"What is the year?" She gave me a look. "Really. What
year is this?" "This is the year of our Lord 1847." I felt
like I had been hit. "Where were you going?" "Oregon." "Does
gold have any value here?" "Yes. Quite a lot." I had to sit
down again. I wondered if I should try and lie or just tell the
truth. I wanted someone to hear my story. I had to talk about
it.
"Don't think I'm crazy until you've heard everything. I'm
from the year 2006. The last thing I remember was tripping on
something and ending up around four days travel east of here." I
continued telling my story and finished just as Elizabeth called
out that lunch was ready. Claire sat still and appeared to be
thinking. "So you're from our future." "I don't know if I'm
from your future or not." She gave me a puzzled look, "What do
you mean?"
"In my future, there is a field of mathematics called quantum
mechanics. It states that anything can happen. Everything is
based on probabilities. The higher the probability of an event,
the more likely it will happen." She gave me a blank look.
"A famous experiment that they use to explain this is called
Schroedinger's Cat. A cat is placed in a sealed box. Attached
to the box is an apparatus containing a canister of poison gas.
This apparatus is separated from the cat in such a way that the
cat can in no way interfere with it. The experiment is set up so
that there is exactly a 50% chance of triggering the apparatus,
which opens the canister and kills the cat. If the mechanism
doesn't activate, then the cat remains alive. According to this
theory, the unobserved mechanism is described as a superposition
(meaning it exists partly as each simultaneously) of "activated"
and "inactivated". However, when the box is opened the
experimenter sees only an "activated canister/dead cat" or an
"inactivated canister/living cat." She gave me another blank
look. I gave up trying to explain and just sighed, "Never mind.
I don't know how I got here and there is no way to get back. I
don't know what will happen any more than you do."
"That at least I understand." Claire stated. "What I do
realize is that you are one of the strangest men I have ever
known. Still your story seems more believable than anything I
can come up with right now."
"Now can we eat, I'm starved." I said as I got up. "Alex,
Claire! Come eat!" I had to repeat my explaination of my origins
after Claire started asking me about the future. Elizabeth
looked at me as if I were "touched", but I don't think she really
believed anything I said.
After dinner Claire and I talked about what would be the best
thing to do after they got back their full strength. I found out
their wagon train was one of the earlier ones to leave St. Louis
so if we could get to Fort Laramie and manage to buy some oxen
and enough supplies we could join one of the later trains passing
through. The trouble was, they had spent almost all of their
money outfitting themselves before they left. Any money that
they had left in their wagon was gone along with the rest of
their possessions.
"I know where we can find gold with some effort, but I don't
know how much there is. How much do we need?" I asked. "We
need enough to buy six oxen, and enough supplies to get to Oregon
City. We also need enough money live on until we can get a crop
put in. I forgot, we also need enough to buy farming equipment."
she said. "How much are talking about altogether?" "We need
at least $3000 dollars." "How much is gold worth?" "Around $17
an ounce." "Then we'll need." I stopped to figure it out on my
cell phone. "Around 12 pounds." Claire and Elizabeth stared at
me. (I forgot about not using my technology in front of
people.) I told both of them, "This is a device we use to talk
to people far away but it can be used for other things as well."
Both women crowded around the phone trying to look at it. "This
runs on a device that will wear out soon, so it won't be
available much longer."
Claire looked at the cell phone and then at me. "Now,I
believe you."
Chapter 4
Day 11
The next morning found all three of us at the stream panning
for gold. Elizabeth used one tin plate to dig up sand from the
bar while Claire went through looking for nuggets and I panned
for dust. By the end of the day we had found about a fistful of
gold and had just about removed the sand bar. Looking at the
size of the nuggets Claire had found, I knew they hadn't gone
too far from their source. Telling the girls I was going to go
hunting to replenish the meat, I headed upstream looking for
bends in the stream. I panned for gold at every bar and found
color in all of them until I had gone a half-mile upstream and
stopped finding color. I then backtracked and looked for rock
outcroppings or an intersecting stream.
In a short while I found two dry stream beds that emptied into
the flowing stream. I dug into the sand of the first stream bed
and found nothing. In the second stream bed I hit more color.
Pushing through the brush I found a depression a short distance
upstream. I dug in the lowest spot and looking through the sand
I found several nuggets the size of my thumb. Excited I looked
further upstream. After pushing back brush from the sides of the
stream I found a quartz outcropping and saw gold-laden quartz at
the edge. I tried to pick out as much of the gold as possible
but couldn't get a lot of the gold without a pickax. Defeated in my
attempt to get the gold I still managed to fill both front
pockets with nuggets and fragments of gold-laden quartz. I
marked the entrance to the stream and returned to camp.
I had forgotten about hunting while I was prospecting and got
told off by Claire when I returned. She started out using words
like lazy, no-account , ect. and went from there. I quietly sat
there getting madder and madder while she ran her mouth. Finally
I just started removing some of the contents of my pockets. She
quickly lost most of her anger when she saw what I had found. I
promised to go hunting the next morning and not look for gold on
the way. Elizabeth begged to go with me so much that I told her
she could go as long as she listened to me at all times. I
talked to Claire and we agreed that three rapid shots would be
the sign of an emergency and whoever heard would come looking for
the person who gave the signal. Exhausted, all of us fell asleep
as soon as we ate dinner.
Day 12
I awoke before daybreak and quietly entered the wagon to wake
Elizabeth. With the aid of the freshened fire I saw the blankets
had been pushed to the side. Both women were lying there naked
outlined against the dark blankets. I felt an attraction to both
that was a mixture of mostly lust and some affection. Their bodies had
filled out following their recovery and both were looking more
like women than girls. I felt my erection growing and quickly
reached out to Elizabeth to wake her up. She started until she
saw me, and then realizing she was bare, grabbed the blanket and
covered herself. "Elizabeth, it's time to get up." I said
pretending not to have seen anything. I just hoped she hadn't
seen the bulge in my pants.
I quickly backed out of the wagon and waited at the fire.
While waiting I used my pocket knife to cut the top of half the
bullets in my pistol. I thought I would see if they would act
like dumdums when I shot an animal. I heard some movement in the
wagon and soon saw Elizabeth's head peek out of the wagon. She
blushed and walked over to the fire. Pretending I hadn't seen
anything I offered her a cup of the last of the soup we had made
last night. "Are you ready to go?" I asked. Shyly she nodded.
I picked up my daypack and put the ax in my belt. "Let's go."
We headed toward a nearby clearing where we had seen signs of
animals. Getting close, I told Elizabeth to climb a nearby tree
and wait for me. I lowered myself to the ground and slowly got
into position to see the clearing. As the sky began to change
from black to gray I saw movement in the clearing. I gradually
was able to make out several whitetail deer moving around.
Picking a nearby doe I fired. The herd began to panic and I
thought I had missed. Running into the clearing I shot again and
saw a deer fall. I ran over to the fallen animal and hit it on
the neck with the ax.
I called Elizabeth and soon heard her come toward me. I was
busy gutting the deer I shot when Elizabeth asked, "Should I
start on the other one?" I saw Elizabeth standing by the first
deer I shot. It had run for about a dozen feet and fallen down.
I hadn't even seen it fall, I was concentrating on the other one
so much. I started moving toward her when I saw a rattlesnake
near her right foot. "Elizabeth, Sweetheart, don't move." She
looked down and froze in fright. "Liz, don't move, Honey." I
took out my .22 from the holster and approached her. From 3 feet
away, I aimed at the snake's head and fired.
Elizabeth jumped away from the snake and into my arms. I held
her as she shook, murmuring soft noises. She gradually calmed
down and backed away from me. Elizabeth looked at me and
suddenly grabbed my head and kissed me. My head told me that she
was too young, but my body disagreed. I put my arms around her
and kissed her back. I reached out my tongue and licked her
lips. She tightened her lips in response, then as I extended my
tongue again she opened her mouth and sucked in my tongue. We
started rubbing our hands on each others back then slowly sank
down to the ground and started touching the rest of each other.
Reaching out my hand I slid my hand up to her breasts and started rubbing
them. Elizabeth gasped and started kissing me even harder. I
felt her nipples get hard and start to poke out the fabric of her
dress. I unbuttoned her dress and exposed her breasts to my
eager mouth.
Removing a hand I began sucking on a breast. With the free
hand I reached down and felt under her dress. I found she
didn't have on any underwear. Rubbing my hand on her inner thigh I
found it sopping wet. I placed my hand over her mons lightly rubbing it.
I placed my fingers inside her labia and began hunting for her clit
and began to gently rub the sides with my thumb, moving my
fingers into her tunnel. Pushing in two fingers I found it
blocked by her hymen. I began moving in and out of her. After
about a dozen strokes I felt her stiffen, squeeze my hand and scream
her orgasm into my mouth.
She reached out and unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall
to my feet. Grabbing my underwear, she jerked them down, catching
my hard on with the elastic. It was pulled down and bounced back
hitting my stomach. Pulling me down on her body she reached out
and tried to pull me forward. Resisting her, I reached out and
pushed her legs up and out, placing my lips on her mons. The
smell of her was sweet and musky, and I paused to savor the
fragrance. Reaching out my tongue I began licking from above her
rosebud forward, ending with my tongue tapping on her clit.
Elizabeth gasped and grabbed my head holding my face between her
legs. I began licking in earnest and she began to buck her hips
so much that I found myself away from her as much as inside. Soon
she began to pant and moan. With a low scream, she stiffened and
squeezed my head between her legs so hard I couldn't breathe.
Gasping for air I managed to raise my head enough to catch my
breath. Gradually she relaxed and I was able to rise up enough
to look at her flushed body.
I braced myself up on my arms and just looked at her. I had
been able to avoid taking her cherry, but my body hated hated my
mind for doing so. "Elizabeth, don't ever do that again. I
don't think I could stop next time." She looked at me and
blushed, "Who wanted you to stop? I'm 16 and old enough to
marry anyone I want." "What about Claire?" "Claire's an old
maid.? She's 25! Besides she wants you too." I didn't know
what to think now. (Claire thought of me as something you'd
scrape off her shoes. Elizabeth said she wanted me?) I pulled
myself up and reached down to Elizabeth. "We need to get
redressed and take care of these animals. After that we need to
talk with your sister."
We finished dressing the deer and began to drag both animals
toward the wagon. I kept glancing at Elizabeth catching her
glances back at me most of the time. I wondered what reaction I
would get when we returned. Would Claire be all right with the
situation or did I have to worry about being shot? I felt
somewhat like a pervert since Elizabeth was so young, but she
acted like the difference in age didn't matter. I also felt
something for Claire too. She was closer to my age and had more
sense than Elizabeth, who acted like a featherbrain at times.
We got back to the wagon and hung the deer to finish bleeding
out. We passed Claire at the fire and went to the stream to wash
off the blood. After arriving at the stream, Elizabeth pulled her
dress off her body and began to wash herself off. She glanced at
me and asked, "Could you wash my back?" I stood at the bank and
looked at her in shock. This was the first time she had removed
her clothes in front of me. I heard Claire exclaim, "Elizabeth,
what are you doing?"
"I'm taking a bath with my man." Claire dropped the pot she
was carrying and stomped toward me screaming, "What did you do
to my sister?" This pissed me off. I grabbed Claire and tried
to throw her in the stream. She grabbed my neck and began to kick
me. Trying to hold her without getting hurt, I looked at
Elizabeth, "Are you going to stand there or help?" Elizabeth
looked back and said, "Kiss her." I wondered if she would bite
me if I attempted to kiss her. Taking a chanceI kissed her anyway.
Claire tried to push me away at first then her body finally sagged and
she lay in my arms crying.
I was sure that she hated me now and began set her down.
She grabbed my neck again and started to pull
me toward her. Elizabeth said, "I'm willing to share but only
with you." I pulled away and said "Don't I get a voice in
this?" Elizabeth looked at me as if I were an idiot and said,
"No." (I haven't even fucked her and already I'm pussy whipped!)
I thought. My body had its own idea about this and my boner went
from firm to steel hard.
Elizabeth got out of the stream and went to her sister. "We
both want him but only one of us can marry him. I'm willing to
share if you are." Claire started to cry again, "I'm an old
maid, no one would want to marry me." There's only one way to
reply to a statement like that, so I kissed and hugged
her, letting her feel the hard on I had. She blushed and looked
down. She picked up the pot and filled it up. The sisters
hugged each other as we returned to the fire wispering in each
other's ear. I was wondering what they were talking about.
Claire started to put the pot on the fire then looked at it in dismay.
"The water's full of dirt." She exclaimed. She began to
pour it on one of the stones in the fire ring. With a loud crack
it broke. Suddenly, I thought of how we might be able to get the g
old out of the quartz. Grabbing the pot, I told Claire to bring a firebrand and follow me. "Elizabeth, bring the ax and some dry wood."
I led the women to the quartz face and began to build a fire
against the quartz. I told Elizabeth to get more dry wood and
keep the fire going. I returned to the stream and began to bring
water next to the fire. I began to fill a rock hollow as quickly
as I could. After an hour I told Elizabeth to move away from the
fire. Getting a long branch I pulled the fire away from the
quartz face and started to throw water on the hot surface. With
small pops, the quartz began to fracture and fall off the face. I
scraped the fallen pieces to the side and pushed the fire against
the face again.
I looked at the pieces that had come off the face and found
gold in more than half of them. I don't know if this was a
result of gold being present in the quartzor not and really didn't care
as long as we were able to get the gold out. We continued to keep
the fire going and throwing water on the quartz for the rest of
the day. Before we had to return to the wagon that evening we
had collected enough gold to fill all my pockets and the pot. We
had our 12 pounds of gold.