This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
I introduced Mei and Krista. Just then Earl, called me to the stage office. I jumped up and retrieved my Burgess shotgun from the box. I was loading the magazine with slugs as I stepped up on the boardwalk and into Douglas Gansevoort.
I said slowly and distinctly, “Hello, Douglas, you are the dumb cocksucker who nearly got me killed and the gold stolen.”
I cycled the pistol grip as I said, “Now I’m gonna gut shoot you.”
Douglas was pale and sweating as he blurted, “You’ll hang.”
I replied calmly, “You won’t live to see me drop.”
I pointed the barrel between his feet and let one drive into the boardwalk. In the sudden intense silence I said, “Next one’s higher.”
He said, “My brother.”
I said, “Good point. I’ll shoot him too. Only hang once. As it is, a jury of people who know you might very well acquit me.”
He was trying to breath. He was nearly strangling on his tie. He finally rasped, “They’ll lynch you.”
I replied, “Don’t kid yourself. You ain’t that well liked.”
A very deep voice behind me said, “Gentlemen. If I might have a moment of your time.”
I buried the muzzle of my shotgun in Gansevoort’s belly.
I glanced up at the ‘voice’ to see a huge individual. In an age where five foot was a median this fellow looked like seven feet, easy with immense meaty biceps and forearms visible in the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt. His watch chain was decorated with a fist sized gold nugget. Okay, a baby’s fist, but still a very nice size.
I said, “And you are?”
He replied smoothly, “Edward Halliday. President of the miners committee.”
I said, “Oh. You’re the other stupid cocksucker I have to shoot tonight.”
He nodded sagely. “I take it you are unhappy with Douglas’s handling of the last shipment.”
I nodded. “Yes. Indeed. Unhappy. I nearly died and lost the fucking gold. If you stupid bastards would have told me GOLD -- I would have taken special steps, and you could have moved more in greater safety. Do you Sonsabitches understand, the only one who did not know, was MEyour guard?”
He perked up. “Special steps?”
I replied, “Wagon, guards, horsemen.”
He asked, “How much?’
I answered, “One hundred thousand plus ten thousand a person plus expenses.”
He asked, “Guaranteed?”
I chuckled. “Make it or die trying.”
He nodded, saying, “Good point. Do you have my receipts?”
Earl tossed him a bank bag that had receipts for each strongbox. Halliday looked through it, smiling. He signed for the bag. Then he gestured, and two unsmiling gunmen joined us, carrying their own bank bags. He said, “Bonus from the miners committee for safe delivery . Twenty-five thousand in gold coin for each of you. We will be in touch before our next shipment.”
The two gunmen tossed their bags, one to me, one to Earl. They quickly turned to follow big boss man.
I caught my bag with my left as I prodded Douglas again with my shotgun barrel. I made my decision. I said, “Earl.”
Tossing him my shotgun, dropping my bag, and reaching down, I grabbed a chair that I swung at Gansevoort’s jaw. No Hollywood breakaway, this was an oak captains chair, and it made solid contact. Douglas dropped like a poleaxed steer.
I picked up my bank bag, and we walked out of the stage office. Earl handed over my shotgun. He asked, “Driver?”
I shook my head.
Earl pointed at himself. “Me.”
I smiled. “You’re hired!”
We were laughing as we were back in the crowded noisy street. Suddenly, I was scooped up into the air. I realized Dan had found me. I pounded him on the back in greeting. Much like pounding on one of the granite outcroppings I saw in my travels. Dan set me down just in time for Jan to hurtle into my arms. She held me tight, with her legs wrapped around me, while she kissed me. Dan unpeeled her as he asked, “Are you ready to unload the coach?’
Earl shook his head emphatically. “Emma’s.”
I said, “Then let’s do it.”
Earl climbed up in the box, unwinding his lines from the brake. He whistled loudly, but in the bedlam few noticed. I climbed up next to him still carrying my shotgun. Earl nodded. I held it over my head pulling the trigger. In the gathering silence I yelled, “We’re unloading the coach at Miss Emma’s. Watch yourselves.”
In an instant, Krista was sitting in the box next to me with Hannah and Gaby behind us on the coach roof. Bea, Jaci and Mei were inside. Dan was leading Duke, who would be following Emma’s limo.
Earl turned the coach team in the crowded street. As they straightened, Earl spanked them into a slow trot as he took them around the corner to Miss Emma’s. Earl took the stage through the gate, pulling up in back of the house next to the barn.
Dan halted Emma’s limo carriage just inside the gate, plugging the entry. The following crowd took the hint, funneling inside the bar of the sporting house. There to buy a celebratory drink.
Miss Emma put all of us to work immediately. Dan was back to bouncing, with Jan covering. Gaby and Jaci were circulating in the public bar, still dressed in their jeans and cotton shirts. Hannah and Beatrice took over the kitchen, freeing up ‘Emma’s girls’. Mei was behind the bar, using the skills from her college part time jobs bartending in San Jose.
Caitlin brought me a black suit. I dressed in the small parlor. Belting on my twin speed holsters with their short Colts, I walked out into the bar, joining K in playing doorman.
I introduced Earl to Miss Emma, telling her, “Emma love, a big reason your gold got delivered and Gaby and Jaci made it home is because Earl was driving. I leave it to you for a suitable reward for a HERO!”
Shortly, I saw Earl ,smoking a cigar, sitting in the company of one of Emma’s lovelies, with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.
The citizens of Deadwood were having the party at Miss Emma’s in celebration of our stage’s safe arrival. The player piano and parlor organ were playing loudly as the crowd swelled, filling the bar. The drinks were flowing, and traffic to the private rooms was steady. Gaby and Jaci were, before long, only partially dressed and looking lovely in just their cotton shirts, mostly unbuttoned. All the girls were wearing less and less as the party wore on; soon, all were in a state of dishabille.
All the while, hefty trays of food were being delivered to the tables from the kitchen. During one of her stops to refill my coffee cup, Emma confided that the kitchen never operated that proficiently before. Tonight, food flowed one way, and only money and compliments the other!
It was brighter outside than inside Miss Emma’s. Emma passed the word. Finally, the party wound down. We began to move people toward the door. They were good-natured in their evictions. Dan shut the door behind the last guest as we all collapsed.
Hannah and Beatrice delivered breakfast for all of us workers. They pushed tables together in the bar, and served our meal family style. Every person at Miss Emma’s fit around the joined tables for the meal.
Some of the girls had thrown on cover-ups; most just dropped into their chairs, exhausted and naked. I’d like to claim that after awhile you don’t notice, but the quality of pulchritude at Miss Emma’s was so fine that I always had to stare. Even when tired, most had enough energy to preen and pose a tiny bit, just for me.
Mei and Krista flanked me as I sat. During a lull in the conversation, Mei asked how the tips worked?
She said, “I was bartending, and got a shitload of tips. I’ve never been tipped like that anywhere I was bartender. Do we pool the tips or what?”
I glanced over and dryly said, “Your English is so much better, love.”
She turned beet red, putting her head down on the table. Krista giggled. I looked around; nobody but Gaby and Hannah noticed and they were being circumspect. Gaby responded, “Whores are paid two hundred fifty dollars a month, from that we pay a fee, rent if you will, every time we use a room. Above that, we give twenty percent of our tips to the house and ten percent to our particular ‘girl’, Caitlin in my case. Plus another ten per cent to be shared by any staff who do not get a chance for tips.”
Mei nodded, clearly fascinated, as Gaby continued, “We receive a percentage of any food and drink ordered to one of our rooms. We receive a lesser percentage of any food or drink delivered to a table we’re working. Our best cut is for the drinks bought for us by customers.”
Mei nodded. She had seen the special rack filled with the expensive liquors to be served whenever drinks were bought for any of the girls. Those pours were tallied separately, and now she understood why.
Gaby continued, “Anyone in contact with the customer is likely to be tipped in a place like this. The answer for you is that twenty percent goes to the house and ten to be shared by the staff who do not have a chance at tips.”
Emma nodded in agreement, then she spoke up. “I watched you Mei. You are a very good bartender. I am well pleased, you sold more liquor than I ever imagined even with this vast crowd. No one sat with an empty glass. You were very attentive, plus you flirted and teased. No wonder you were well rewarded.”
Mei shrugged, but I could see that she was pleased at being praised. The conversation picked up again, as the women discussed their customers, in very frank and singularly unflattering fashion. It was fascinating, and yet I was ill at ease at the same time to be privy to these comments.
We finally ate our fill, with many compliments to our newest kitchen crew. Emma stood up, announcing, “This was another record setting night for us. We have had nothing but fair weather since our four bright stars joined us. I send all of you off to bed. We will be closed until tonight. Rest well, with my love.”
Emma stood up. Taking Dan and Jan by the hand, she walked out of the bar. The group broke up as exhausted damsels wearily made for their beds. One not too tired for a bit of companionship, stopped to invite Earl along to hers. They left hand in hand. We weren’t too dead beat to laugh at that little display.
The room was emptying fast; soon it was down to Gaby, Jaci, Caitlin, Hannah, Beatrice, Mei, Krista and me.
As I sat back with my coffee, Mei was leaned forward, explaining to Krista her good fortune at being purchased by me in Cheyenne. Mei went on to tell K ALL about her experience with our claw foot bathtub. Of course, Gaby and Hannah were drawn into the conversation, sharing their bathtub stories with K as well.
Krista finally took pity on me, turning so that I could see her expansive grin. She asked, “Do we need a claw foot tub?”
Before I could answer, Gaby, Hannah, and Mei all quickly said “YES!” I nodded. K mused aloud, “One here and one at our cabin.”
I nodded again.
She said, “I think I know where one or two are stored not too far from here.”
I nodded again in understanding. Stored on the other side of our portal, perhaps.
K brightened as she said, “Dan has a surprise for you, W. In the barn. Come along.”
We followed K through the kitchen out on the back porch. I noticed that the stage was completely empty and the horses unhitched from it. Then I saw four identical hitch wagons lined up. Each was eight feet tall by six feet wide by sixteen feet long, with fifth wheel steering. The wheels were over four feet in diameter on the back, and three feet on the front. They even had coach lights next to the high driver seat. Large tarpaulins to cover the wagon box were rolled up behind the seat.
An exasperated Krista said, “No, over here.”
A white rock walkway extended from the back porch to the muddy driveway. Beyond it, another walkway of the same white rocks followed around the barn and out of sight.
Now that horse traffic behind the house had ceased, a ‘bridge’ of planks connected the two walkways. With this innovation, a person could walk from the kitchen around the barn with clean and relatively dry feet. Even in our near constant drizzle.
K grabbed my hand; with a delighted giggle she led me out in the drizzle and across the makeshift bridge. The rest followed behind, some stopping for parasols or macs. At the back of the barn, K pointed to an apparatus in a fire ring, then pushed me through the door into a converted feed room. Dan had been busy.
In the center of the room was an eight-foot diameter wooden stock tank with three foot sides mounted on one foot high legs. More crushed rock and thick planks surrounded the tank.
The steamy atmosphere clearly indicated the tank contents were hot water. A tripod suspended the metal tank outside over a fire ring. A pipe ran from the open heating tank downhill into the stock tank. One pipe from the nearby well ran to the top of the metal heating tank, and one directly to the stock tank. A large drain valve under the tank fed a sluice that carried the drain water away into a shallow pit near the back of the property.
Two bulky pot-bellied stoves in the room corners chased away any possible chill. I saw signs of modern tarp or plastic sealing up a couple obvious holes in the structure, but they were well hidden from the casual observer.
We all stepped in the room out of the drizzle when Mei spotted the tank she just squealed, “Hot water. It’s a hot tub. It’ll be so nice to be clean.”
K just looked at her, grinning. I trailed my fingers in the water, saying, “Fucking perfect. Thank you K. This is fucking perfect.”
In a clear area next to the door were cupboards, shelves, racks, and hangers. On the other side of the door were towels, washcloths and soap, including some that looked suspiciously like modern shampoo in old bottles.
Mei was not waiting; she was quickly out of her jeans and naked in the water, floating on her back in the tank’s center, with her luscious breasts bobbing.
K and I undressed together, with some time lost in kisses whenever we were close enough. By the time we were naked, Gaby, Jaci, Hannah and Bea were already stripped and in the hot water. Caitlin paused to distribute soap and washcloths.
I stepped in to the water, then I gave Krista a hand, naturally leading to us standing in the hot water with her pressed against me, kissing. K finally made me sit in the hot water. She joined me with her back to me, sitting on my lap. My arms went around her as she squirmed into a comfortable position.
Caitlin finally climbed in, carrying the shampoo and a large serving bowl sized hammered textured copper basin with a two quart hammered textured copper pitcher.
All around us, the overcast light filtered through the dirty barn windows. Naked nymphs were playing in the warm water, washing themselves and each other. I relaxed with my arms around Krista, feeling tranquil for the first time in days.
Mei took the pitcher and shampoo from Caitlin. Joining us, kneeling next to Krista, she washed her hair rinsing by pouring pitchers of water on her sunlit mane. They talked softly; in my reverie, I didn’t hear.
I was content just holding her to me, hence paid little attention as K asked the assembled beauties about our journey. I did not notice as they all congregated in our curve, softly sharing their stories.
My breathing slowed, matching K as my pulse slowed….
The kisses were soft, followed by little cat like licks then giggles. Several giggles. My eyes opened. Krista’s smile filled my vista. She leaned forward, kissed me, then splashed me with water.
Now I was awake, with my water nymphs all loudly laughing at my sleep and awakening. K pushed off, floating just enough away to allow Mei to wash my hair.
Mei decided it would be most convenient to wash me while kneeling in front of me with her breasts bobbing in the water right in front of me. She made a great show of stretching to wash my neck, pressing her full tits in my face. It was lovely torture. My hands were on her hips, steadying her as she slid forward on my lap. My cock was against my belly. Mei settled her cunt lips against it, generating a pleasant friction with every movement.
When she was done with my hair, her hands dropped behind her to the tank bottom as she arched her back, rubbing her cunt lips the length of my cock. She moaned loudly as I bit my lip.
I heard Krista say, “Not yet, loves.”
As she intervened, separating us, K kissed me, then she kissed Mei, with her tongue deeply in her mouth. This little display did nothing to reduce my arousal. K stood, pulling me to my feet, my cock jutting out. More laughter from the nymphs.
Caitlin distributed towels. Despite the chill drizzle, none of us bothered to dress, warmed by the water and stoves. Caitlin told us to leave our dirty clothes there. I tucked my guns in a boot as I wrapped myself in a towel.
Krista led our mostly-undressed group around the barn, across our rickety ‘bridge’ and into the kitchen. Taking Mei and me by the hand, she led us up to ‘our’ third floor room. The drapes and sheers muted the overcast light, until it was romantic twilight in the room.
Krista dropped her towel as soon as she was in the room. She climbed up on the bed, resting her back on the stack of pillows against the headboard. K spread her legs wide; reaching down with both hands, she opened her cunt lips obscenely. Suddenly she called out to Mei, “Get your face over here between my legs. I’m open and ready for you. I want your mouth right here. Stick your little pink tongue in my cunt.”
Mei pulled off her towel, as she scrambled to submit to her mistress’s demands. On her hands and knees with K tugging her single braid, Mei’s face was wet with Krista’s juices.
I was kneeling behind Mei in sexual overload from this display of dominant lesbian sex. Krista opened her eyes to see me through her glaze of lust.
K began to order me forcefully, “Take your lube and smear it on your dick.”
I saw my can of Colonel Abernathy’s Superior Lubricating Lotion. I quickly shoved my cock in the lube, scooping up a dollop with my cockhead.
She ordered, “Butt fuck our slut. Take your pleasure with her ass. It’s not about her pleasure. Drive her mouth into my cunt.”
I lubed my thumb, popping into Mei’s rosebud past her anal ring. After I stroked it with my thumb, I pressed my lubed cock against her star. I pushed, and it popped past her ring. I exerted a slow pressure until my hips were settled against her ass.
I eased back, then reached forward, grabbing her tits. Using those as a handle, I slammed forward. Mei screamed into Krista’s cunt. I rammed forward again and again. Mei’s keening wail was constant, with her butt flexing under my assault. During this, K. was coming again and again as Mei stimulated her.
I could not take any more; I had to finish. I lifted Mei up by her tits until her back was against me. Mashing her tits tightly, I stroked her up and down on my cock using only that contact for a handle. Suddenly I slammed my hips upward, as I drove her body downward, screaming my completion as my cock exploded in her. Looking down, I saw Krista with her mouth masked in Mei’s cunt.
I rolled backward, lying supine as my cock shriveled out of Mei’s asshole. Mei slid next to me on my left as we cooled. K crawled up on my right and settled against me. Mei rested her chin on my chest, as she quietly told her story to Krista. Krista responded by telling Mei about us, including our journey through the portal. Mei shared her fear of being trapped all alone in the ‘past’ and her joy at finding us.
K gently touched my new necklaces as she asked Mei, “Is W in danger?”
Mei spoke slowly, “I see a blackness, and struggles. I feel broad unfocused dread. I lack the skills to be more precise.”
I had my arms around both of them hugging them to me as I said, “Mei, I want you to talk to Caitlin. If peril looms in front of our family we must know.”
Krista leaned forward, kissing Mei, then saying, “And you are a part of our family now my little one. W will tie you up if you try to get away.”
Mei just shivered, then her eyes opened as, smiling happily, she craned forward to hug and kiss K. I lay back relaxed, basking in our love.
I woke up with Jan’s lips on mine. She invited K and I out to the hot tub.
We sent Mei down to get the bar ready for tonight. She went smiling, eager to help. In an age when wages were a dollar a day, she had received over a thousand dollars in tips in one night.
K gave me a thin silk robe, while she took one of my white dress shirts. Otherwise naked, we each carried a Colt in a single holster. We meandered through the kitchen, where Hannah demanded a kiss as a ‘toll’ for passage. A giggling K ‘paid up’ first. Mine was a pleasant ‘duty.’
K and I arrived to find the tub filled with clean hot water, occupied by equally naked Jan and Dan. Dan stood up to hug me as soon as I climbed in. He hugged K, then sitting down; she sat on his lap, facing out.
Jan hugged me, then she had me sit down opposite Dan and K. Jan settled her tiny body in my lap, facing me with her legs straddling me. Jan’s muscled body reflected her experience as an aerobic instructor in her studio, and as Dan’s premier martial arts student in his.
Jan kissed me as she welcomed me back to my family. She said, “We missed you. I don’t think we should be so separated in the future.”
I nodded. The same thought had occurred to me. She continued, “K slept with us while you were gone. Except most nights we didn’t get much sleep.”
Jan giggled while Dan and Krista laughed. I laughed too. Then unbidden I just blurted out, “Good, that’s how we should be, all together.”
Jan laughed as she said, “Now that you’re back, we are all together. I want all of you in our bed, in me.”
With that, she plastered her hard body against me, while kissing me thoroughly. I was breathless from her efforts. My reaction to all this seemed tempered by the ‘time travel’ effect. Instead of surprise was delight. The rightness settled in my core.
My acceptance was so obvious, complete, and really expected, that Jan soon turned around, squirming into a comfortable position. I cradled her in my arms, facing a similarly situated Dan and Krista, while we discussed our situation. K giggled at my now “delayed gratification.”
Dan said, “We missed you, man, but you brought back 25 K. Good job.”
I replied, “I met the President of the miners committee. I offered to make the next gold delivery for 100K PLUS.”
Jan laughed. “Not by stagecoach?”
I said, “No, I want to build a transport.”
Dan asked, “War wagon?”
The girls laughed at the reference. I replied, “Sort of. But remember that one still came to a bad end. I’m thinking more about the Bohemian horse drawn rolling forts when guns were first introduced to the battlefield.”
Krista laughed. “Well, you ain’t up against The Duke and Kirk Douglas, so we’re probably OK.”
Dan asked, “Any details?”
I said, “I’m thinking a wagon with solid sides and top not too tall. Lower center of gravity. Three steel axles – two with sixty inch diameter wheels with three inch wide tread, and a smaller fifth wheel set for steering. The strong box bolted down between the two back axles. That makes us less than twenty feet long. Put an eight horse hitch on the front so we can trot over O’Neil pass. The guards inside looking through gun slits, and outriders. What do you think?“
We talked it over now in light of my experiences and theirs. I told Dan, “I completely forgot C4 and Det cord last time. They could have dropped a tree and we’d still be right there. Luckily, they jumped us in open country.”
Dan and I laughed about it. I could laugh about it…now! We continued to discuss the possibilities in a desultory way as we relaxed together.
I brought up the claw foot bathtub. We all liked the idea. Dan would check in Deadwood. No sense introducing unnecessary complications. Jan asked, “Are we going to be able to move into a place before winter?”
That was a good question. Dan said, “We need to pick the site. Move our wagons. Get to work. With the equipment we brought in the wagon, it’s doable if we get moving.”
I commented, “Sight unseen, I’d lean toward the quarter section near Cheyenne Crossing. Closer, and no going over that fucking pass with every load.”
Then I laughed. “I don’t care. I just want a tub, shower, hot tub and sauna to brave the winter!”
Krista was laughing. “You don’t want much.”
I said, “I’m a big baby, and winter here is something to conjure with.”
K giggled. “If I can’t keep you warm, lover, no stove will either.”
We were laughing at that. I said, “Okay. Tomorrow, no matter what, we mount up for Cheyenne Crossing. We gotta get unloaded ASAP so Dan can go back and get all the crap we fucking forgot.”
Now the laughter at that was hearty as we all had raucous comments about who and what and where ‘forgotten’ happened!
Dan was explaining his plans for using the hitch wagons. He bought two Conestoga wagons similar to the one we were borrowing from neighbor Ben. That ‘new’ ones would sit on the property for storage and shelter. The smaller wagons would transfer tools and materials back and forth. We take Ben’s outfit home, and at the same time, we could fill up the other wagons with needed ‘modern’ commodities.
I nodded, “I like it a lot, big guy. Good job!”
Quiet, relaxed conversation. My arms around Jan. She spread her legs, and settled my hand on her bald cunt. Krista was doing the same thing with Dan. It was the most natural thing in the world
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