Sing The Death Song: Dutch Wilde & Bright Feather Western Adventure (Half Breed Haven Book 6)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  "You feel so good, baby. I just want you to be completely inside of me," she said as she pulled him deeper into her.

  Lijuan cried out. She moaned his name and drew blood from his back as she scratched at him. She was starting to contract around him already. Her orgasm was close and they had only just begun. He hadn’t stroked her once, but she was already anxious to explode. She didn’t want that yet.

  "Go at it slowly, Jim. Good boy." She ordered Lijuan tightened her hold around him, she locked her legs at her ankles and pulled him deeper still. Cauley pushed deeper, at last, filling her to the hilt. Lijuan whimpered but didn't pull away. She bit her bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. Her tight sheath was the perfect fit around Jim's massive cock.

  Harder, he pushed inside of her and she cried his name. Faster into her clenching, soaked pussy. Lijuan met each thrust, her large breasts on her tiny frame swinging madly from left to right. Now she was ready for more. She wasn't afraid to have him thick and long pushing deep inside of her. She pulled at him with her inner muscles and he groaned. She loved the way he gave it to her, pounding relentlessly inside of her. The door banged in its frame as their bodies clashed in the sweet sounds of clapping flesh and passionate moans.

  He kissed her mouth, their tongue exploring each other before he pulled away and jammed his tongue deep into her ear causing her to shriek with pleasure. Dropping his head Cauley fed on one of her breasts and Lijuan thrashed in pleasure. All thoughts of the harrowing day aboard what she had called the 4:10 to hell effectively eliminated. There was nothing but the now.

  “Oh, damn Cauley...oh Jim.” She moaned.

  With every stroke, came a new wave of ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched even more around his rock-hard cock tingling with every thrust. Her soft body melted into his, molded to his stone build and she felt an explosion inside of her to rival the spectacular demise of engine #729 as her whole-body shudder and her juice flowed like an unending wave of pleasure but she was not alone.

  When it seemed Cauley wouldn’t be able to hold his climax any longer, Lijuan pushed her hips forward and he thrust into her one last time before the bough broke in him. Just before he dropped her to her feet she could feel his body spasm as his juice rushed forward and he pulled out just in time to shoot thick hot white streams on her smooth belly that instantly began dripping down into her muff. He growled and pounded his fist against the door. Cauley scooped her up again, his hands under her ass and managed to stagger over to a sofa still clutching his prize and he collapsed onto it with Lijuan held firmly against him.

  “Oh, mother of god that was so good. I’m yours for as long as you want me, I’m yours!” He managed to say between ragged breaths. Lijuan touched her finger to his lips and he sucked on it as she smiled.

  “Of course, you are. A Wilde always gets her man. One way or another!”

  PART II

  WHEN THE WAR DRUMS SOUND

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  CHAPTER 17

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  OUTSIDE ALAMIEDA

  ARIZONA TERRITORY

  The sun was shining bright and hot as usual, the brown sands beneath the men's horses already glistening with hot steam. Both men rode side by side and slowly, down an old trail that led towards Almeida. The trail was devoid of any travelers save them that afternoon. Surrounded at both sides by small and sparsely distributed boulders and desert land, with no sources of water anywhere nearby, the path seldom received attention from cautious travelers suiting the brothers just fine.

  As the two men trotted along, their voices veered off with the soft wind while their dusty and tired faces easily revealed that they had gotten into another argument, as was usual with them. Despite being on horses, it was obvious that one man was taller than the other. The taller one, a lanky man with hairy arms and chest, had almost-visible lumps and wrinkles beneath his eyes that made it seem like he frowned all the time. His riding partner was shorter and had wide shoulders that were a bit too much for a man his height. He shrugged those shoulders as he spoke, his eyes taking turns to stare down the trail that they took and the taller man that rode beside him.

  “You know if you hadn’t made a play for the boss’s daughter, we would still have jobs. What were you thinking, brother?” The tall one said in a rough voice now, ignoring that his brother’s eyes had refused to go back to the way ahead this time around.

  As expected, his brother spat on the ground before he said anything, so much irritation apparent through his thick voice. “Come on, you saw her,” he said. “Who wouldn’t make a play for such a hot desert bird? Jeez, don’t know what you’re complaining about. I done come up with a way to recoup, so what’s wrong?” he asked.

  "Wrong? I don't know, maybe because your idea for recouping is to rob a stagecoach! We're going from making good money, to robbing a stagecoach, it's a come-down, don't you think?"

  The shorter sibling, instead of reasoning along his brother’s line of thought, laughed heartily and reached for his canteen.

  "You are going to be thanking me, brother. In one day's time, we will make more than we would make in years," he said. "When you get to take long baths with Madam Leela's ladies up in Casper's Crossing instead of working every day, remember this conversation. It's a hell of a lot better to make a lot of money quickly than sweating away for lord knows how long to earn a sliver of what this job will bring. The mine's payroll … well, yes, sir, that's serious money!" he added and took a long pull from the canteen.

  He silently passed the canteen over to his taller brother who seemed to have nothing else to add to the issue. They continued in silence afterward, each thinking of the possibilities of having a life as promising as paradise.

  ***

  At the mighty Cedar Ledge ranch, Lijuan Wilde sat in the place she was most comfortable being in the whole world … her office from which she ran all of Half Breed Haven. While its size was small, compared to her father’s study where he had moved his things to when had turned the ranch over to her hands, she had made it comfortable with enough cushioned chairs, a large desk that came with enough space for books and documents, and of course a safe and hidden cupboards to conceal a few weapons and money.

  Beside the desk, there was a large map with all the available lands on Cedar Ledge as well as the entirety of Almeida. Again, having her thought entirely into something else apart from her comfortable office, she sat up in her chair a little straighter and began to read the letter that the ranch had received from the Detweiller Savings and Loan some minutes ago.

  “Greetings, loyal customers of the Rock River Bank,” She read out loud, “We are writing to advise you that effective immediately, our family will be assuming operations at the bank after our recent purchase of the RRB. Though the bank shall be renamed Detweiller Savings & Loan if you chose to stay with us you can be assured our family will carry on the excellent care and service the folks at RRB have provided for you all these years. Sincerely, Mr. Augustus Detweiller III, President, and Miss Annabelle Detweiller, Vice-President – Detweiller Savings & Loan.”

  Lijuan read the last line of the letter and sighed disgustedly. She lifted her gaze from the letter to the view of some of the ranch's pasture land out her window afterward, hoping to clear her thought with the view. As usual, the north pasture teemed with the cattle, which her younger sister, Catalina, was responsible for.

  “Like we have a choice. It’s the only bank in town, and we would have to go to Carlyle Springs if we didn’t stay with them,” She finally told herself with another sigh. She was about to drop the letter on the desk when she heard a commotion in the hallway. Lijuan swiveled in her chair just in time as her sisters, Honor Elizabeth and Catalina entered, giggling and looking as attractive as always.

  “We need money, sister!” Honor announced as they stood before her desk.

  Lijuan, still annoyed with the thought of the recent development of their bank, looked up at her half black sister with a slight smile. Honor, a few years younger than her, was also a be
auty with curly black hair composed of ringlets down to her neck, creamy mocha skin, and hazel eyes. She was the second tallest woman in the house, apart from their oldest sister, Cassandra, and had quite appealing balloon-shaped lumps on her chest that were quite a view underneath any dress.

  “I assure you, we don’t.” Lijuan told her sister, “Our cattle business is up this year, and our timber operations have never been better.”

  “Not the family, Honor Elizabeth and I need money!” Catalina pointed out, aiding her sister in their request for money. Her voice had been just loud enough to warrant Lijuan’s cat, a large orange tabby named Mister Muffins, to lazily open his eyes from where he slept in one of the cushioned chairs. Just as lazily they closed again. Raised voices in Lijuan’s office was not an uncommon occurrence.

  Honor put her hands on her hips and looked intently at Lijuan just to indicate that they both were determined about getting the money from her. For a few seconds, Lijuan glanced at both of them, taking the two seconds of silence to stare at her other sister. Catalina, the youngest daughter in the house, was quite the headstrong one as well as the most fun-loving and, like her sisters, was irresistible to men but even more so the lucky few women who were daring enough to enjoy the pleasures offered by the lovely Latina. Having a typical Mexican look and shapely body, she had a wide pointed nose, supple pink lips, and wavy black hair to go with her oblong face.

  “Cattie … Lannie knew full well what I meant,” Honor’s thin voice echoed softly in the room, finally getting Lijuan’s attention off her other sister. “Twenty dollars please!” Honor said, extending her hand.

  “Twenty dollars? For what?” Lijuan asked as Cattie laughed.

  “Oh, stop pretendin’ you don’t know, for tonight. We’re goin’ into town right now to meet Dutch and Bright Feather at the dress shop! Come on and join us sister,” Catalina said.

  “After you give us the money,” Honor added.

  “I still don’t see why we have to buy a dress for Bright Feather,” Lijuan grouched.

  “Because Papa wants to! Besides, she needs something all nice and frilly when she receives that award from Colonel Caine at Fort McCallister. She sure as sugar earned it,” Cattie told her.

  Lijuan, seeing that she had no choice on the matter as it was, sighed and finally turned to open the safe just beside her desk.

  “She should buy her own dress,” She whispered, a little disgruntled over it.

  “That’s not very nice, and you know it. You are most certainly aware that the army does not pay her much,” Honor said haughtily.

  “Well, that’s because she gets free room and board at the Fort. Of course, one should wonder if she even uses that room they gave her. She probably sneaks into David’s room every night,” Lijuan said, shaking her head in annoyance.

  “Maybe so, but so what. They are so in love!” Honor said happily.

  With her back still to them, Lijuan rolled her eyes and held the money up over her shoulder.

  “Here,” she said.

  Catalina snatched it just as Lijuan turned to face them again.

  "Thanks, Lijuan, now please, come on. We're takin' Papa's carriage," Catalina said by way of an invitation.

  “Can’t, too much work to do. These bills don’t pay themselves,” Lijuan answered.

  “Okay, well, we tried,” Honor said with a shrug, which also indicated that they were through with their business with her. Both sisters turned to go but Lijuan called out to them to stop before they had crossed half the office.

  “Please … please tell David I said hi and I’ll see him tonight at the Fort,” she asked. The passage of days had mellowed her disappointment. Try as she might, she could not stay angry with her brother for very long. He was a good man, and his only flaw was refusing to see what a mistake his relationship with Bright Feather was.

  "You bet, sis," Catalina answered. She grabbed Honor's hand and both finally hustled out, giggling the same way they had when they came in minutes ago.

  Lijuan could hear the pair laughing down the hallway. Those two, she thought with a half-smile, but her smile was soon to fade away as she thought of the coming evening. She picked up the letter from the bank once again and with a frown, crumpled it up and threw it across the room in anger.

  It wasn’t the letter that had made her mad, though, and she knew it.

  ***

  Honor and Catalina came out of the back room of the dress shop in Alamieda, chatting happily. Dutch heard them as he gazed across the street with some interest. The day hadn’t gone by much, and the sun was still in the middle of the sky, throwing its bright light all across the town. Dutch’s blond hair glistened beneath it, as well as his blue eyes, which often stared with interest at the door to the dress shop’s back room with hopes of catching his beloved, Bright Feather, in her new dress. As he had been waiting for her to try on the dress, his attention had been captured by something out on the street that was giving him serious pause. Suddenly out of the back room came his sisters heading for the door to the street. He turned to them with a frown and shrugged his wide shoulders in questioning.

  “Hey, where are you two going? I thought you were helping Bright Feather get into her dress,” he asked.

  “We just did … oh, and she looks so beautiful, just gorgeous, Dutch!” Catalina told him.

  “The problem is we forgot to stop by Miss Lilly’s first before rendezvousing with you two here. She was making that special bonnet to go with the dress. We are going to take the coach and go get it. She lives clear across town,” Honor informed him.

  “I see. Well, I will be here,” He told them and turned back to the window.

  “What are you looking at, Dutch?” Honor asked him, trailing the direction of his gaze to the streets in front of them.

  “Maybe nothing … maybe something,” Dutch answered, unsure.

  “Let’s go, Honor!” Catalina said impatiently. “Oh, and I almost forgot. Lijuan says hello and she says she will see you tonight at the fort!” Catalina told him. This got a smile on Dutch’s face. He turned to them and nodded.

  “I look forward to seeing our little Beautiful and Graceful one,” He answered feeling his spirits brightened. Perhaps Lijuan was over the guilt trip that she had laid on him, fair or not.

  His sisters left the shop while he turned his attention back to the street. He could hear the women at the counter talking softly as well as see them through the reflection in the glass. The younger woman, prettier and paler-looking than the other, whispered to the older one. Her wide lips moved faster than her eyelashes, which fluttered anxiously every time she spoke.

  “I never thought I would see an injun in a proper dress,” she said.

  “She’s not just any injun,” Her older partner informed her, toying with her curly brunette hair as she spoke, sometimes stealing a glance towards the area that Dutch stood.

  “I know you are new in town, so you probably don’t know who that man over there is,” she said, “That’s Dutch Wilde and the Injun is his sweetheart.”

  Dutch had to keep himself from smiling at them while he eavesdropped.

  “You mean he is the brother of those two half breeds that came here with the injun?” The younger asked.

  "Yes, and he loves them very much. They are a tight-knit family, those Wildes," the elder told her.

  Dutch still paid attention to their discussion until he saw a shadow come from out of the back room. He turned immediately, knowing who it would be. He watched as did the two women, as his Bright Feather came out, adorned in her new dress. He was speechless. Bright Feather was stunning in the frilly, blue

  dress. The dress wasn’t long, neither was it too short. It plastered against her skin, up to the length of her knees. The dressmaker had made sure to sew the shoulder straps in a fashionable way to revealed how slim and shapely they connected to her chest and down to her thin waist. The dress also swirled around her voluptuous figure and with her hair up artfully as it was, he was shocked.

/>   He had always believed his beloved was gorgeous all the time. Her wide hips and large breasts were sexy with her native skin tone and lovely brown eyes. But with her hair up and the silk frilly dress, she was even more so. He watched on with admiration as she nodded to the two women and came over to him, almost shyly.

  “What do you think, my love?” she asked softly.

  “I can’t really think anything right now. I believe I am what you call thunderstruck. You’re stunning, Bright Feather!” He told her honestly.

  "Thank you, your sisters said that, but from you, it truly means the world," she answered, stepping up close.

  Dutch slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her, noticing with the corner of his eyes the older woman starting to fan herself. When he pulled back from the kiss, he leaned in next to her ears and whispered, "I love you in this beautiful dress, I love you in your buckskins, and I love you when you are as naked as the day you were born. I … love … you!" He told her with a grin.

  “Know that I share that love, many times over,” his one true love returned.

  He mirrored the wide smile on her face and gave her a long kiss that set one of the shopkeepers to fanning herself. He was about to whisper more endearing words, but then a stagecoach went thundering by, distracting him. He turned to the window quickly as the coach stopped at the stage office.

  “I knew it. It’s Friday. Payroll is coming in for the Bellamont Mine … on that stagecoach,” he said with a nod of confirmation.

  “What are you saying?” Bright Feather asked, stepping up next to him.

  “While you were getting gussied up, I’ve been watching those two shady looking characters across the street from the stage office. They couldn’t be more obvious if they tried. They are going to rob the stage of the payroll,” he said, sure of himself.