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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 5b of 9b	

Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not
intended to infringe on those rights.  While my Tarzan
has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain
without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights 
reserved by Author.  Not to be read by minors or 
sold without explicit written permission of the author





******

It was easy to find Brad's hiding place but it took most of the next 
day. He had tried to hide in a canyon where there was only one 
entrance and exit. The two pursuers worked their way up the 
canyon, then Brad revealed his position in the rocks by firing at 
them. Jane went back down the canyon, then climbed the canyon 
walls, then followed the canyon rim until she was behind Brad's 
location, then came down the canyon behind an unsuspecting 
Brad.

Tarzan's callused feet didn't make any noise on the rocks as Jane 
approached the man that she hated so much. As she approached 
him from above his location, she began feeling something take 
control of her borrowed body. It was something different, something 
ancient, something primal as her male body reacted to the ancient 
chromosomes that turned men into savage beasts. As her male 
body began to slither through the underbrush like a great silent 
tiger sneaking up on its prey, she knew that she wouldn't rest until 
she had killed Brad. 

She felt one of the hands wrap around the knife handle, holding the 
knife in the classic stab position. She felt the `hunter' portion of 
Tarzan's body take control of her movements, just the same way 
that the little cockhead had taken control the previous night. She 
knew that she could get him with the spear but she wanted to do it 
with the knife or her bare hands. The hunter moved silently onto a 
big rock, overlooking the prone outlaw as Brad stared down the 
canyon, his rifle ready for a quick shot. Jane felt her muscles tense 
and a low unhuman growl escape her lips as she stared at the 
hated enemy below.

Brad must have heard the deadly growl because he rolled over, his 
face all ashen with fear as he saw his enemy above. Recognizing 
that he didn't have time to use the rifle, he reached for the pistol 
on his waist. That slight movement was all it took, for Tarzan's 
body to propel itself from the rock onto his enemy. There was the 
thud of contact between the two bodies, then a muffled boom as 
Brad's pistol went off, and the two bodies spun around on the 
ground.

Jane smelled the acrid smell of the gunpowder and felt a burning 
on one of the legs. She leaped to her feet, the knife automatically 
changing position from a stabbing position to a knife-fighting, 
slicing position. Before she could step in and attack Brad with the 
knife, she noticed that his eyes were glazing over. Then there was a 
small noise as the pistol fell from his hand onto the rock. His shirt 
was coated with blood and he was obviously dying. Not satisfied 
with allowing him to die slowly, Jane stepped forward, grabbed him 
by his hair, pulled his head back and with one quick motion, slit 
his throat.

Still holding the knife, she watched the blood squirt from his neck, 
as she examined his body, observing that part of his chest was split 
open from her initial attack with the knife. As Brad's jerking body 
gasped his dying breaths, she stood above the body, leaned her 
head back and release the primitive cry of victory that only the 
hunter knows.

******

Laywan examined the minor wound on Tarzan's body. Brad's 
bullet had made a slight groove in the outer skin that wasn't deep, 
yet it was bleeding heavily. Laywan made a poultice and used 
Brad's shirt as a bandage. Then they started their long trip back to 
the village.

Darkness had quickly overtaken them because they had spent most 
of the day tracking their enemy, so they quickly found a good 
camping spot to rest for the night. Jane killed a small goat for their 
supper while Laywan prepared the camp. As Jane entered the 
camp, she noticed that Laywan had prepared a campfire and made 
a bed for two. Not two beds but a bed for two made of jungle foliage.

Neither of them talked as they quickly cooked and ate their food. 
Then Laywan began removing her clothes. When she was 
completely naked, she laid down on the bed of leaves and broke the 
silence with "Last night I was a warrior and made the worst 
mistake of my life. Jane is my friend and what I'm about to allow 
myself to do, is wrong for our friendship. But tonight, the woman 
within me tells me that I must have you. I've thought about this all 
day and have decided that as an outsider, it's your obligation to 
have several mates, to bring new life to our tribe and I use that as 
my justification. Come to me, Tarzan and let me be one of your 
mates, knowing that your heart really belongs to my friend. When 
we return to the village, I'll tell Jane how I have dishonored our 
friendship and pray that she forgives me."


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