The next morning we was off again at sun up, and it seemed to be another normal day of Dunlap driving the wagons all day long. But that's when something interesting happened, and that's what's the next chapter of this tale.

I was riding shotgun with Dunlap up on the wagon's front bench, just looking out over the broad expanse of prairie interrupted with the occasional creek or water hole surrounded by a few trees. It was another pretty day with a bright blue sky and a big fluffy clouds slowly floating by, on off into the great distance. I was in a right fine mood, I must admit, sitting up there with my husband and looking out on the Lord's great and beautiful creation. At around that moment, I spied a little sod house off in the distance a ways, which was a bit odd because this were the first sign of life outside of ourselves and the Indian folk that we'd seen in many a day. I was about to bring the little house to Dunlap's attention when I realized there were a man in front of it, waving his hat wide in the air in our direction.

"Dunlap," says I then, "there's a man over there! Wanting us to stop!"

Dunlap steered his team about and headed in the direction of the stranger, though not without some caution. He asked me to get his shotgun and his pistols, and I dashed back into the wagon and retrieved them. But the man we was approaching proved to be unarmed, as best we could tell, and Dunlap's guns remained holstered or sitting barrel-down in the front of the wagon. The stranger ran up to us as we approached, still waving his hat.

"Oh thank you for stopping!" he says, breathless. "It's my daughter, she's so sick!"

Dunlap reigned in his team to a halt and says to me, "Blossom, run back and fetch Dr. Stevenson."

He hardly needed to tell me, I was already climbing down from the wagon and sprinting through the prairie grass.

When I returned with Ol' Doc, Dunlap were waiting outside the house and shows us in. Jane and Little Crow was there already, mopping the forehead of a girl lying motionless in the bed. She looked to me like she were dead already, white as a ghost was she. The man was standing nearby, hands clasped before him with a sad and worried look on his face.

Ol' Doc set about his examination while the rest of us stood with the man, who told us his tale:

"I came here to this homestead with my wife and my little baby girl, she was but four or five years old then, and such a precious little thing! For the next five years we done pretty good for ourselves out here all by ourselves. The crops grow well and the livestock get fat, and the Indians--begging your pardon ma'am--" he says to Little Crow, "--leave us alone for the most part. But this winter my wife catch ill, and she were sick as you could ever imagine, and she died on us come March. Been three months now since her passing. That's about when Elizabeth here, our dear daughter, became sick herself."

Ol' Doc stood now, clasping his black doctor's bag. "It's the scarlet fever," he said.

The menfolk all nodded grimly. It seemed to me this diagnosis were particularly bad since the girl Elizabeth wasn't scarlet at all but were pale as a ghost.

"Nothin' we can do now, but to wait and let it take its course."

The men all nodded grimly again.

"Oh the poor little dear," Jane said with her usual deep and dear concern for the others amongst us. "And you, Mr. Flannery," she says to the man, apparently having learned his name whilst I were fetching the doctor, "you been through so much! I do hopes you're holding up OK?"

The man gave her a piteous smile.

And this were the first moment that I saw a little spark between the two of them, and I knew Jane had captured the poor man's heart already.

Once Ol' Doc had made his way out of the shack, Little Crow turns to me and says, "Bizhiw, come." And I follows her out to the prairie. We walked, mostly in silence, Little Crow occasionally pointing at various plants and giving me the Indian words for them, and asking me for the English, which I weren't always able to provide, being unfamiliar with much of the life out here in the West.

Eventually, after walking for quite some time, we arrived at a little stream that cut its way through the red clay dirt. This we followed upstream for a step until we came upon a bend, where the sand gathered to one side. Here upon this sandbank, Little Crow examined the brushes and reeds, until she found what she was looking for, a small leafy green plant with tiny golden flowers. She plucked only those plants of this variety that had a white dusting of summer mold on their leaves. She and I together gathered as much of this as we could find, which weren't much, and we kept following the stream after and stopping at every bend and gathering more. When our aprons were finally full to overflowing, we turned back to the little sod hut.

Once back in the sickroom of the girl Elizabeth, there Little Crow began a pot of water heating on the fire and she made a sort of tea of the plants we'd gathered, telling me to be careful not to let the water heat too much. Then she ladled her tea out into a cup, and her and Jane carefully lifted the girl up onto her pillow and poured a bit of the tea into her mouth, and did the same a few more times. The effect of the tea seemed almost to be immediate to me; within a handful of minutes a little pink had returned to the child's ghostly face, and she slept now breathing softly like a normal child rather than one with a foot in the grave. Jane and Little Crow sat with her throughout the afternoon and evening, taking only food that I brung to them, so intent they were on not leaving the child alone. And every hour they dosed her again with some of the tea, such that by the eveningtime it were easier to dose her now, because she occasionally opened her eyes and looked about. This to me seemed like a miracle and I said a little prayer thanking the Lord for his goodness and for bringing us Little Crow and for giving her such intelligence as she had. Elizabeth would wake when Little Crow and Jane lifted her and stare at us in amazement, with wide and wonderfully pretty baby blue eyes such as I'd never seen on no one before. She wondered who we was, for sure, but spoke not to us yet, though Jane spake to her during these times, telling our names, and who we were and where we was from.

Us ladies spent the night there in that room, the first night I'd spent away from my new husband and I had half a mind to go and join him to do my bedtime duty by him as his wife, but on the other hand Jane and Little Crow were much more prone to fall asleep than me and we needed to dose the child every hour, so I stayed to do my part.

There were those among us who declared it a miracle, when the girl sat up the next day and took a small cup of water boiled with beef as was offered to her by Little Crow. And she was speaking to us now, too:

"Can I have some bread? I'm so very hungry," the child said. She spoke clear, like she were good educated. I wondered if her mama had taught her thus?

Jane ran off to get a loaf of Dunlap's finest, but Little Crow looked over the child with skepticism, in the end agreeing to let her have a small bite of some bread soaked thoroughly in the beef water.

So there were those who declared it a miracle, and others whispered that it were witchcraft, but Ol' Doc was more skeptical about it.

"I've seen recoveries like this without the folk remedies of the Indians," he said. "You never know what's gonna happen, day to day. It's too early to judge anything at all."

But the girl's pa, Mr. Flannery as Jane had called him, would have nothing to do with such talk. "It's the skill of that Indian woman Little Crow, and of the dear sweet Jane, what's brung my daughter back to us!" he declared, to anyone who might be near enough to hear him. "I thank the Lord for them! I just knew upon seeing your wagons coming that something special was about to happen!"

By the next morning the girl Elizabeth were doing so well that she were sitting up and taking bread and butter and washing it down with milk. Little Crow brewed the tea fresh for her often and insisted that she drink a full drought of it four times a day, and the girl did not care for the taste of it much at all, but proved a cheerful patient and took her medicine as instructed. It were over lunch that day that Dunlap told her pa, Flannery, that seeing as how the girl was better and the man full capable of brewing tea and supervising her drinking of it, he felt it necessary and duty-bound to begin our traveling again and planned to leave the next morning.

"Oh we can't go yet," Jane exclaimed. "Eliza ain't well enough yet!"

I had a feeling I knows why Jane was feeling so strongly about the subject.

Little Crow expressed a similar sentiment as her sister-in-law, however:

"Eliz-bet not well yet. Me and Jane must be with her, if not for moon, then for many days."

Dunlap shook his head. "We can't stay another day. We've got to get across the Missouri soon."

I saw Jane and the man exchange significant glances, and then the man spoke:

"Dunlap," says he, "I understand full-well your concern and appreciate your need to get the train a-moving. I think that I know the solution to our problem, if Little Crow will go along with it. To be honest with you, Dunlap, I love this little homestead but I got nothing here no more, except bad memories and heartache loneliness. I'd like to come with you, if I might, and settle where you're settling, and make a new life somewhere in the proximity of this big happy family of yours." I swear he smiled at my sister Jane as he spoke these words.

Dunlap nodded. "I'll only go along if Little Crow and Doc Stevenson think it wise, but if they give their assent than we shall do it. Blossom, run along and fetch the doctor again."

As before he didn't need to tell me. I was already dashing out the door. The conversation went on after I's left and according to Janey went something like:

"Now I ain't got a covered wagon," Mr. Flannery says, "but I got a cart, me and Elizabeth can ride in that if we can get her comfortable. And I gots lots of livestock, and otherwise lots of food. We can have a feast every night if we so desire!"

Dunlap scratched his chin thoughtfully for a moment (least I imagine he did, I was off running through the grasses to Ol' Doc's wagon at the time).

"Well," says he, "there ain't no way Little Crow and the other ladies will stand for anything short of Elizabeth riding in the wagon with us. And as long as she's there, I figure her pa better be by her side. We can tie your cart to the back of my wagon and load it down with both your and our provisions. We best get to work."

I comes back with Ol' Doc and he examines the patient and I can sawed from the look on his face that he was amazed to see how well she done. But he still pretend that it's just a usual course, she'll get worse and die soon enough. At least that seems to be his general attitude. Him and Little Crow both agreed that she shouldn't be moved, but both agreed that given the alternative she's probably better off coming with us than staying at home. And so shortly the men were hitching the cart to the wagon and filling it full with all of Flannery's possessions, and much of ours as well, including a sow with a mess of piglets, and lambs and chickens, and the rest of his livestock was distributed amongst the other wagons, and me and the ladies set about reorganizing our wagon to make room for two more guests. While all this were going on, we helped Elizabeth come out and sit in front of the shack to watch the proceedings, and she rocked in her rocking chair and giggled and laughed at all of us in her fetchingly cheerful manner.

Once everything were put in proper, Mr. Flannery came walking up to us ladies who by now were standing around his daughter, still in the rocking chair.

"Miss Jane," he says to my dear sweet blushing sister, "would you care to go for a walk with me?"

I could see her eyes get nervous and her face go from pink to red, and she stood up and made a courtesy to the man. "It'd please me mighty, Mr. Flannery," she says.

Little Crow, Mama and I slept the night again on the floor of the girl's bedroom, although by now our vigil was most likely unnecessary, but we stayed nonetheless. Jane did not join us, so I did not have the joy of learning how the walk with Mr. Flannery went, but I was quite certain that her absence from the floor of the bedroom that night spoke mountains.





The early hours of the morning were occupied with setting a bed for Elizabeth in our wagon. We had ham and eggs for breakfast from Mr. Flannery's stores, and the girl had quite an appetite for it, which concerned Little Crow mightily but also made her smile her secret little smile that I'd gotten to know by now, in which her dark eyes twinkle but she don't allow her mouth to show. The girl was sitting up in her bed in our wagon and chattering away about how much she longed to see the mountains where we was headed, when Dunlap set his team to moving and the train all followed.

I'll spend a moment describing the two newest members of our party: Mr. Flannery was a bit older than Dunlap, a tall and lean and strong man though not quite as tall as Dunlap, nor in my estimation as strong neither. But he was a handsome man, to be sure, with head of dusty blond and something of a reddish beard flecked with gray, which he kept nicely trimmed. He had the same pretty soft blue eyes of his daughter, that twinkled sweetly, especially when Jane were nearby. His daughter Elizabeth was a lovely girl, an angel to be honest, ten years old and as fair as a daisy. Her hair was long and shining blond and her skin similarly light and clear, which I assumed she got from her mama since it weren't much like her pa's, though her twinkling blue eyes matched his perfectly. Both of them proved to be fine traveling companions from the very start, in good humor and full of smiles.

Jane did not leave Flannery's side all morning, but eventually he stepped out to check that his livestock were fairing well as they followed the wagon, and to look in on the mother sow who was ensconced in straw in the back of the cart with her ten nursing piglets, and a couple of little lambs that rode along. With his absence, Jane was finally able to come over to talk with me.

"He asked for my hand!" she said, all smiles.

I smiled big back. "I knew it! I just knew it!" I says. "And?"

"And of course I said yes! I ain't never met a kinder or handsomer man in all my life! Except o' course, Mr. Dunlap," she added quickly, "who is just as kind and handsome as he."

I laughed heartily, and she joined in, and then I hugged her and told her how happy I was.

"Oh Lynnie," she said her dreaming Janey voice that I've known since I were young whenever she started talking about boys, real ones or imaginary. "He bedded me last night! We slept together under the stars, and three times! Three times he took me last night!"

"Jane!" I said, all overcome with joy for her. "Three times!"

"He never wanted to stop! He wasn't content if he wasn't inside!"

"I know!" I said. "That's what husbands are like!" We laughed and I hugged her and we held each other and sighed and cried for a moment, and then I called to Little Crow and explained the case to her. She was overjoyed as well and wished Jane and Flannery the best she ever could, and many happy babies, though she did say much of her blessing in her native tongue since her English was still too little for her to express herself much in it. But Jane and me know that the sweet Indian woman was blessing Jane and her marriage, that much was certain clear. Then I climbed up to the front of the wagon and gave the news to Dunlap, who smiled broad hisself.

"Yes," says he, "he told me his intentions yesterday as we readied his cart. Indeed he asked for my permission! He says, 'Seems to me you're the closest there is to a father in her life, and possibly you might even have eyes on her yourself. You say the word Dunlap,' he says, 'and I'll not pursue this one more instant. But if I have your blessing, I'd like to ask her to be my wife.'"

I was grinning big at that little story. "So what'd you say?" I asks.

"Why of course I told him he should have her hand, that I can't imagine he could make a better match than Jane, save for my little Blossom, of course, and Little Crow. Nor did I believe Jane'd do better than him, I says, and that he had my blessing in its entirety."

I nodded, in full agreement with my wonderful husband.

Another bonfire was had that night, with a big roast pig from Flannery's stores that had been slaughtered the night before by some men in the train, and a welcome was made by all the peoples in our train for the newest members of our party. When us ladies retired to our wagon, Jane set her bedroll up away from ours a bit, although not too far as there was hardly any room to spare. Later, when our menfolk joined us, they paid us both their husbandly visits. Dunlap appeared to not want to be bested by the newcomer, who took his second turn with Jane almost as soon as his first was complete, and Dunlap did the same with me. Flannery took his third turn with Jane before any of us had yet fallen asleep, and I could see Dunlap's wry smile as he mounted me for a third time as well.

I must say, I greatly enjoyed the gentlemanly competition the two of them had going that night, and I felt this was a most auspicious beginning to a wonderful life together for the Dunlap and Flannery families! When I finally fell into a blissful sleep that night, I felt quite full of my husband's seed, and I'm certain Jane was feeling the same.





Mid-day the next we reached the Missouri River. Crossing this big river would be far worse than was the Mississippi, which we were able to ride across on a bridge so many weeks ago. There weren't no bridge across the Missouri, not this far north at least, and the river is wide and deep so there ain't no swimming the wagons across it like we done a couple times for smaller rivers. No, for the Missouri, the menfolk has to construct a big scow that will be used to haul each wagon across the water, and with twenty wagons to haul, not to mention all the livestock and the people, too, we were prepared to make camp here for a very long time.

So the wagons gathered all together, and menfolk set to felling nearby trees, which itself weren't an easy task because there wasn't a lot of trees around these parts. Dunlap's pretty horses were engaged to drag the trees to the river edge, whence they were lashed together by the men to form the scow. Us ladies prepared another feast for all us peoples of the train, using more of the perishable stores we'd brung from Flannery's farm. By evening the men felt they had a passable raft, although it looked a little rugged to my eye, and we all joined about the fire for a great feast of celebration and thanksgiving for such a quick and successful journey thus far. Fair Eliza, as we'd taken to calling the girl, felt well enough to join us in the revelry. She told me how pleased she is that her daddy done found a new wife, and such a wonderful woman as Jane.

"And it would seem,' she said, 'that I'll have a sister or a brother soon." I could see her smiling in the firelight.

"Yes, so it would seem!" says I.

"And you and Little Crow are both Mr. Dunlap's wives?" she asks.

"Yes. Where Dunlap comes from, it's common for a man to take more wives than one," I tells her, "and to marry a girl when she is quite young, too." For you see, I'd already began thinking on the possibility that Eliza might make a fine third wife for Dunlap. It seemed to me that three was the right number, a better number than two.

"Young?" says she, her voice sounding like she had a high degree of curiosity.

"Yes," I says, "as young as me, or even as young as you."

The girl was quiet for a moment, her eyes sparkling from the light of the bonfire. "Mr. Dunlap seems a fine man," she said eventually, "and a good husband."

"He is. And if you'd like..."

I didn't get a chance to finish my words, because that's when Little Crow came over and spoke a few words, "Bed, time for Eliza to bed," and took took the girl by the hand and led her to our wagon.

In the meanwhile, Jane and her man had snuck off sometime during the feast, and they had not yet returned when we retired to our beds. Jebediah, who sure was feeling neglect, having not had his pleasure since the evening now many days ago when he used my sister's bottom, came with his father to my and Little Crow's bedrolls. First he asked if he could use my bottom, and when I told him that this was something I wasn't too interested in, he asked Little Crow the same. When she also turned him down, he asked whether he might fuck our titties instead. But Little Crow felt her belly would be in the way, which was a shame because her warm full breasts would surely be as good or better than Jane's for the deed. All agreed that it would not work with me, since I had such a small bosom to offer in this regard, so Little Crow instead offered her mouth to the boy, and I did the same for the man.

Round about this time, Jane and her new husband returned from their walk, and from their bedroll they observed Dunlap's two ladies pleasuring him and his son, and they set to giggling with each other as they watched. I noticed with joy that Eliza was full awake and sitting up in her sick bed and taking note of the proceedings as well.

Little Crow, being the more skilled, and also having an easier cock to suck, soon brought the boy to his finish. I was still hard at work on his father's large cock, so that when she was finished with the boy she leaned her face against mine and opened wide and together we let Dunlap fuck both of our mouths as much as the man desired.

He finished in my mouth, spurting his huge load into me, and when I opened to show him, and his boy, and Little Crow that I had it still on my tongue, Little Crow leaned in to me and opened her mouth, and I knew what she wanted. So the two of us kissed and as we did we shared our man's cum, passing it back and forth and swallowing it along the way.





The next morning, I were sitting with Eliza on her bed as the menfolk began the hard task of moving wagons and livestock across the river on their homemade scow.

"Last night," she said to me in a hushed tone, "Mr. Dunlap and you... He put his... his..." She was struggling for the appropriate word.

"His cock?" I offered.

She giggled. "His cock. He put his cock in your mouth?"

"He did. He likes that."

"Oh," she said. "And do you? Do you like it?"

"I do! It's wonderful! Dunlap is so big, he fills my mouth completely, and it tastes so good. I love it."

"He is big, isn't he?" she said, her breath catching as she spoke.

"He is."

"And it tastes good?"

"It does. Jane says he tastes like apples, but I think he tastes more like hickory."

"Jane? He puts it in her mouth as well?"

"Yes, well, he used to, though now that she has a husband she might be less inclined," I answered, and we both smiled at the thought. "She's always liked to help men out by letting them use her mouth."

"Oh," Eliza said. And then she added, "I think I might like to let Mr. Dunlap use my mouth."

"I think he would love it, if you would."

She smiled. "And... do you think he'd want to use my... my privates?"

"I think he'd love to use your privates," I answers.

She smiled some more. "I think I'd like to let him."


The next part of this story is at Wildflowers (part 8). Enjoy!

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DB 8/17/2016 Another good segment in your series Chris, It was interesting in bringing in two more characters and with what little you mentioned of his wife dying and now with his daughter being ill. It brings in the possibility of something else attacking the carts.

It's going to be interesting in the next installment to see what happens with the girl.

I look forward to another chapter of the Wildflowers.

Keep up the great work.
swan 8/18/2016 Good story and you are doing a good job of integrating new characters into the action. I liked the part where Blossom is helping Elizabeth with her sex education. Little Crow's use of the local plants to make a medicine to cure Elizabeth was a nice touch, consistent with my understanding of what the folks would have done in those days. We are all looking forward to more parts to this adventure.
Si 8/18/2016 Yea, good characters, easy to follow story. Let's get rid of dr. Stevenson and carry on with the journey with all the good people.
Mephistopheles 8/19/2016 Oh, come on, Chris!!!

Why don't you like Jebediah? When are you going to show the poor boy some love?

When you introduced lovely Elizabeth in this latest chapter of your wonderful story and, specially towards the end of it, when she witnessed and became curious and inquisitive about the going-on's of the grown ups, I thought to myself: finally! Finally poor Jebediah will have a sexual partners of his own, one his own age!

At the age young Jebediah is in, little Elizabeth is going to have her hands VERY full and I'm sure other bodily parts too trying to "help" keep the boy happy. She just might relapse and be bedridden again, but this time due to sheer exhaustion.

Please do not make Dunlap turn out to be so selfish as to take lovely little Elizabeth for himself and deny his boy his son! the opportunity to have himself a pretty little wife of his own. Dunlap always seems to know what's the right thing to do, let him make the right thing for his son.

Sorry, Chris, but I had to speak up for poor Jebediah, who always seems to go about begging for scraps at night (kind of sad).

Come on, Chris, what do you say? Be nice to the poor boy. Pen, like only you can, a sweet little romance for Jebediah and Elizabeth as a subplot in this great story of yours.

Lastly, thank you, most sincerely, for your wonderful stories. It is EXTREMELY difficult to find writers in this genre who write intelligent stories; it's VERY rare indeed.

Best wishes!
In defense of myself, my characters have minds of their own, the insolent things. I can't ever get them to do what I want them to do! :)

Please, kindest sir (or madam), if you are unhappy with anything that happens in the next update (for I will not provide any spoilers here!), wait and be patient, for I assure you that Jebediah will not be left without pussy of his own before the story ends! Horray!
--Chris

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