"I had men searching up and down the stage road just to make sure no more Indians were hiding out for a second time. They didn't find any Omegas, but one of them saw this … and everyone knows you all are my sisters."
She clutched the picture to her chest and laughed. “And how! It’s a safe bet you are the only white man in Arizona that has a white, black, Oriental, and Mexican sister! Oh, Dutch, thank you!” she put the picture to one side, rose to her feet and embraced him.
“Think nothing of it. I’m just glad you’re alive. After all, what did you used to call me way back when? Oh yeah—this ‘little galoot’ needs his big sister!”
***
Later, after Dutch had returned to his duties debriefing the men, women, and children liberated from the relief station, she emerged dressed in an ill-fitting uniform Dutch had scrounged up for her, as her clothes were all but destroyed during the day's events. The commander's quarters opened out onto the second-floor walkway that surrounded the entirety of the fort.
For a moment, she looked skyward at the brilliant, twinkling stars that reigned supreme over this land called Arizona that she loved so much. It was strange to think that was the one thing Black Hawk, Stalking Wolf, and all the Omegas had in common with her—they too loved the land. She only wished there was some way that they could all live together on it in peace.
Her head tilted down from the sky to take in the sights of the rescued people and the soldiers milling about on the big parade ground. Understandably, many had retired for the night following the harrowing ordeal, and others were still speaking with Dutch and the other officers. Among those still out and about were the Endicotts. They caught sight of her looking down at them, and they both raised a hand to wave. There were smiles on their faces, even Theodore's, who was using a cane to help him get around. She had learned afterward that while pulling Montana to the shore, he had slipped on the wet rocks and twisted his ankle, leaving Millie alone to aid in getting the driver to the shore while Cassandra battled Stalking Wolf. She returned their waves and watched as they hobbled off arm in arm.
Feeling lightness inside, Cassandra turned and headed toward a specific room in the officer’s barracks that Dutch told her that she would find a certain someone.
CHAPTER 23
They had spent the entire day in the company of others, but they were alone now, the life and death matters they had confronted and triumphed over now belonged to the past. For the nude Cassandra and the equally naked Montana, only the present mattered at this moment.
Their conversation when she had entered the room that had been turned over by one of the officers for the night to the recuperating stage driver, had been brief. What was there to say between two people who had stood shoulder to shoulder staring down the abyss of death and lived to tell about it? It had formed a connection that only amplified their physical attraction and mutual respect they had for each other. They would likely part ways in the morning, their paths perhaps never to cross again, so now they would make the most of it.
Cassandra was happy when she had peeled out of the ill-fitting uniform and happier still when she saw a firelight in the eyes of the one-time Canadian Mountie as those eyes feasted on the sight of her large breasts, with their hardened buds jutting out. Tantalizingly they hung over a finely tapered waist that mushroomed out again into the curvaceous hips that housed their prize in the center.
With abandon, she had carefully helped him out of his clothes, as his right arm rested in a sling from his injury aboard the stage. She had asked him if that was going to be any problem with what was to come, and he had enthusiastically responded with a cheerful, hell no! Cassandra, no stranger in undressing men, had quickly stripped him bare before her. There was no need for her to stroke his cock to life. It had been standing at full attention as she had knelt before him pulling his pants down to his ankles. A moment ago, it had sprung up and smacked her on her chin when it had come free, giving them both a laugh.
Now was the time for them to live and to love. Still, on her knees, he jammed his left hand into her hair that remained a tangled mess and firmly gripped the side of her head and moved it towards him. Cassandra's right hand wrapped around his thick rod and her left stroked his balls as she opened her mouth wide and she watched Montana's eyes close shut in anticipation just before her tongue hit the tip of her rock-hard toy. With his eyes still closed, he pulled Cassandra's head the rest of the way down on his erection. Her hot wet tongue explored his length as he released his grip, allowing her to take charge from there.
With the way his body jolted intermittently with pleasure, Cassandra slowly eased back up until he was almost free of her but then she began to roll her tongue over the very tip of his shaft. From experience, she knew this could drive men wild. Sure, enough his eyes were open now, and she spied them rolling up as if possessed, his injured right arm jerking sporadically in its sling as his left reached down and caressed one of her breasts. With low moans, his head began to swing to and fro.
With a deliberate slowness, designed to tease, Cassandra once more eased his length back into her mouth. This time around, she made sure, she hit his erection on the back of her throat. She gagged, then pulled back. With her left hand still working his balls, she engaged her right hand in stroking his cock from the top all the way to the bottom, feeling it pulsate in her hand. It was always a delight for her to witness the hardness of a man, it told her that he was beyond excited and she was the reason. She didn't want to tease him too much nor was she prepared to make him beg but to whet his anticipation she held off on lowering her attention calling hole onto his soldier standing at attention.
So, she raised her head, her luxuriant golden hair rippling slightly and slid her right hand up and down on his shaft while her tongue continued lapping up the tip of his rod. Montana had to be feeling the heat building up between his veins she knew as his breathing became more labored as her wet tongue traced the outline of his mushroom head.
Suddenly, Cassandra stopped. She was kidding herself by trying to hold off any longer. She wanted him inside her just as much as he wanted to be there, the moistness growing between her thighs, testimony of her desire.
“I need this here.” She said, spanking his dick slightly as she stood on her feet. “I want to feel you in me, all of this.” Careful of his injured appendage but chomping at the bit, Montana, with Cassandra gently, assisting eased himself onto his back on the bed that was behind them. As soon as Montana had secured a couple of pillows behind his head, she looked down and licked her licks at her plaything standing between his legs like an erect statue, Cassandra crawled on him making sure to be careful not to hit his injured arm.
She squatted on his thighs while Montana's lust filled eyes stole a look at the nice nest of goldenrod hair that rose above her hollow. As soon as she had lowered her body on his soldier, Montana's good hand slipped onto the curve of one of her hips as she firmly planted her palms against his firm, muscular chest. She could see he loved the sight of the generous breasts flip-flopping on her chest as she heaved her ass up and down on his manhood. Feeling exhilarated, free of all memories of the scowling face of Stalking Wolf and her desperate gambit to escape death on a floating stagecoach, she began to rock harder up and down feeling the pleasure in her moistening, swollen lips as they welcomed his entire seven inches length. Cassandra was enjoying every bit of the moment as her moans now mixed with his grunts.
He cannot do much, she reminded herself whenever Montana gasped or moaned with his eyes alternating between open and closed. With an attractive man like Montana that mattered little as she was happy to do most of the exertion. She worked her hips faster in the throes of her lustful desires as their bodies became slick with sweat.
As she pumped away on him, her green eyes dimmed as she tried to put the fact this would probably be the last time that she saw him out of her mind. It was inevitable of course, she and her sisters were not one man only kinds of gals, not yet anyway. So, they only had this brief
time together, and she was going to make the most out of it that she could. She never wanted to let him go, but it was inevitable, so she was determined to make it count.
Increasing her pace even further, she pushed her hips down on his rigid tool in quick successions. She could feel his hardness throbbing inside her, hitting all angles, and almost rattling her womb. He was fat down there and long too making magic in her love canal. Gasping and with her eyes rolling back into her head, she felt her legs began to shake while she wet his rod with streams of orgasm.
"Oh god, Montana….” She half screamed, half mumbled and could no longer control herself, as her lover also ceded control, both were gasping for air and holding onto each other like their lives depended on it. Cassandra bent forward, plastering her considerable breasts against his chest, driving her hard nipples into his soft flesh, almost hugging him. She moved her mouth to his and their tongues did a wild dance in each other's mouths. The tingling she was feeling inside of her was nearly driving her insane. His hips were now rocking up and down, almost as intensely as hers. In his face, she could see he was near the edge.
When Cassandra realized this, she wanted to raise her back and slow down his pace to make him last longer, but he pinned her to him with his strong, good arm. While he continued jolting in and out of her wetness, Cassandra bit into his shoulder. He had taken her into yet another orgasm, and she could not escape it. Nonetheless, even though she was screaming louder now and still gnashing her teeth on the flesh of his shoulder, Montana continued rocking in and out of her with all his might. He gave a deep groan that told her all she needed to know…this was it.
As he lost control, she squirmed forward under his arm, and she felt his warm juices explode all over her heart-shaped ass. Cassandra reached back, her hand took hold and helped milk him of every drop as she was laughing in pleasure, while Montana shook under her. Finally, he lay there, gasping until his breathing slowed. Raising his good hand, he touched the end of her nose with his index finger.
"I think I love you," he sighed as Cassie slipped next to him, her sweaty body snuggled close to him, and he laughed again.
“I think what you really love is what I can do to you,” Cassandra replied, draping her head across his chest as his free hand played with her hair.
“Perhaps, but I’ll tell you what. You can ride my stage anytime … no charge!”
The pair descended into laughter, and when their bodies permitted it, they started all over again, well into the night, and as Cassandra would later tell her sisters after the day they had endured, they had certainly earned it!
EPILOGUE
CEDAR LEDGE RANCH
Alamieda, Arizona
In the rocky ledges beyond the grand Cedar Ledge ranch house, lay the exclusive place of the four sisters and the four sisters alone. When the Wildes had first purchased the land from the family of Whip's new bride Mercedes Corderro, the little girls Cassandra, Lijuan, and Honor had been delighted while exploring to find the bubbling hot springs not far from where the ranch house would rise. They had claimed it on that day, and from that one until this day, it was for the quartet only. Whip, Dutch, and Blue River had respected that, especially as the girls had grown older and were prone to lounge in the springs nude just as they were on this day.
Cassandra, with her hair pinned up, sat next to Lijuan who freely let her long tresses dip into the water. Across from them Honor, too, had tied up her curly ringlets to keep them above the water, while Catalina had pulled hers back in a long single braid that dipped into the water as she leaned back on the warm rocks, her arms outstretched.
Catalina had just finished telling the others about the trial for the men who she had caught rustling the previous week. Justice had been swift, and the culprits had been sentenced to hard labor breaking rocks for the next three years at the Claymore Territorial Prison.
"You reap what you sow," Honor had said breezily about their fate, and the others nodded in agreement. She spent the next few minutes lamenting how she had remorsefully said goodbye to Carl the day before. Josh Owens had recovered enough that he was ready to resume his duties at the Crabwell station, so Carl had departed back to his usual position with the company in Phoenix. Honor finished by saying she would no doubt be looking him up the next time she found herself north. After that silence fell over them for a moment, the only sound being the bubbling of springs around them, and then Lijuan leaned forward wearily, and she hung her head before looking up with resolve on her face.
“I would truly know that look anywhere. When you and I were attending school back in Manhattan, you would get that expression just before you had to force yourself to study for a test," Honor said, as she reached up and brushed away a bead of sweat that trickled down her forehead.
“Can you blame me? I knew half that stuff they were teaching us was a waste of time! What interested me was the meat and potatoes stuff that to this day helps me run the ranch and its books.”
Catalina laughed. "We get it … you love crunchin' numbers and that sorta stuff, but don't give a hoot about things like what year Columbus sailed the ocean blue!”
“1492!” Honor Elizabeth piped up.
Lijuan swiveled her head towards her sister and crossed her arms over her large bare breasts. “She wasn’t asking for the date, Honor Elizabeth.”
Cassandra slipped her hand on Lijuan’s shoulder, and her sister looked at her with her almond eyes. “Lijuan, we got off track here. What was that look for just now?”
"It was a look that meant I don't want to pull myself out of these springs and ride into Alamieda, but I want to get some bills in the mail before prissy Nettie Sawyer pulls that damn shade down at the post office window. I swear that woman has a stopwatch in her hand, counting the seconds until she can do that. You know how many times she's done that to me, even though I was less than a minute past closing time?"
“Sugar, Lijuan! If you don’t want to go, why don’t you just send one of the men to bring them envelopes for you?” Catalina asked, as she grabbed her ponytail and brought it around to drape over the front of her.
“They are the bills. I’m not trusting them to just anyone.”
Lijuan! Cassandra mused; there was nothing she took more seriously than her responsibilities when it came to Cedar Ledge. The family was lucky to have her. She watched as she rose to her feet, the water flowing down the curves of her lithe and petite body. Lijuan started to make her way to the rocky edge of the hot spring they were sitting in when she paused and slowly turned around, both hands firmly planted on her naked hips.
"That reminds me of something I've meant to ask you. One of these things I am paying is for an invoice from a book dealer in Chicago … for a rather expensive signed copy of Moby Dick! Ordered by you, according to the paperwork. Would you care to explain that?”
“Let’s just say I owed somebody a copy.”
"I see, well that ‘I’ definitely means ‘you’ seeing as you’re the one who charged it to Cedar Ledge. I'll be sure to debit the expense from your monthly share of the profits!"
“Absolutely!” Cassandra laughed.
"Perfect! Consider it done!" she thundered.
"Thar she blows!" Catalina chuckled leaving all four sisters to break into laughter as Cassandra rose, and Lijuan hugged her before Cassandra gave her a swat on her behind, sending her away, still laughing.
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