Disaster At Devil's Canyon: Blue River Wilde Western Adventure (Half Breed Haven Book 7)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  . “Don’t take this the wrong way but you reminded me of my sisters.” He said with a smile on his face.

  Sadie leaned in, confusion dancing in her eyes, “From what you’ve told me I can assume you don’t mean in looks.” She peered directly into his eyes again, waiting for a quick response.

  Blue River didn't let her down. He spoke in haste, "Not in looks…" he exclaimed. He, however, continued his explanation with a solemn tone. "But in your confidence to go after what you want…."

  He ensured their eyes met before he uttered any other word, he winked stylishly as he said, “and Miss Sadie, I am only happy to oblige.”

  At that instant, he kissed her passionately and she didn’t hesitate to return his fervor. She smiled lustfully as her eyes closed gradually to savor his succulent lips. That time, she wasn’t only giving, she received in equal if not more measures of what she initially initiated. Blue River swept her up and carried her towards the bed. Bending his neck, he made sure their lips were still very much glued as he moved. Then, Sadie’s eyes were still completely shut. She had lost herself in the sizzling kiss and as she had earlier whispered, she was his for the taking.

  Gently, Blue River unlocked his lips as he laid her just at the center of the spring bed. He dug his hands into her entrancing deep red hair, running his fingers hungrily through the strands. Slowly he withdrew his hands, her hair dropping back to her shoulders. As she rolled over he used those hands to work the buttons on the back of her dress as he murmured into Sadie’s ears leaving her to giggle girlishly.

  "I won't be held responsible if, after this, I become your addiction." He stated quietly as he gazed at her the white flesh of her bare back becoming visible.

  Instantly, Sadie’s eyes fluttered as they opened partially. She grinned and responded, “Confidence…I like that in a man.” She then turned over and reached for his long hair before she said in a wispy voice, “Please don’t leave any stone unturned. Give me all you got.”

  Laying back on the bed she spread her arms and released herself completely to him. He worked quickly to strip her completely nude, yanking her clothes down the length of her hard body. His eyes dined on the sight of her pale white body. Her large breasts were capped by their twin pink buds that were hard with anticipation. Below her trim waist lay an enticing knot of hair the same deep, luxuriant red as the tresses that framed her lovely face.

  His heart pumped rapidly in response as he kissed her unclad body. He kept his hands busy as well. His right hand held her clasped hands firmly above her head to ensure he got an unrestricted access to all parts of her body while his left hand persistently rubbed her thighs.

  With the tip of his tongue, Blue River licked the edges of her ears and hummed continuously into them. Sadie’s body shook constantly too. She could hardly resist the intense seduction but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Give it to me my Indian brave,” she mumbled as her head rotated in different directions.

  From her neck region, down to her lap, he kissed and licked the intensely horny Sadie Greystone tenderly before tracing the veins on her neck with his tongue to feel her blood rush through them. Subtly, he bit the regions he traced and softly planted a kiss on them too. Sadie spiced up his emotions as well. She seductively led him on with her mild moans. Eventually, Blue River glided down to her thighs. His right hand expertly pushed them open for him to bury his head. As he gently caressed the outer parts of her thighs with his two hands, he licked the inner parts with his tongue, simultaneously.

  Sadie could only shiver repeatedly as he taunted her with his tongue. At intervals, he would lick a region that was tantalizingly close to her vagina and release warm breaths that tickled her already wet privates.

  The time had come Blue River knew to pull out the big guns. He passionately latched on to Sadie’s pleasure button after he had traced it with his dutiful tongue. He sucked on it diligently like he had just gotten to the spicy part of a meal. He made sure he concentrated on the same spot once he realized the extent to which Sadie enjoyed the act. She groaned excessively loud, the moans reverberating throughout the room. The proximity of his nose to her pubic area made it difficult for Blue River to breathe properly but it only added to the fun. Breathing with his mouth assured his warm breath kept Sadie, winding her waist continuously.

  “Yes! Right there” she yelled as she twisted and turned rhythmically.

  Sadie grabbed his head with her two hands and further pressed it against her pussy as he lavishly blew her away. Many minutes of profuse suckling and subsequent moaning passed before he raised his head again. Swiftly, he crawled back to her upper body. Still, with his very skillful tongue, he licked her navel and moved up to her breast region. Quickly, Blue River latched on to her big breasts. His tongue drew lazy circles around her right nipples while his left hand drew the same on her left nipples. Next, he grabbed the two robust breasts to ensure her nipples were close enough to contain his mouth at once.

  “Oh!” Sadie exclaimed, expressing the sensitivity of the region. “Grab ’em tighter please” she urged the completely smitten Blue River.

  As expected, he sucked tenderly on the two nipples simultaneously employing the services of his two hands too; he continuously pushed adequate portions of Sadie’s breasts into his mouth, ensuring he got a mouthful of the juicy boobs.

  “You should be proud of these,” he complimented as he temporarily unclipped his mouth.

  Sadie, whose mind had completely been overridden by sexual desires, also responded. “Suck them then…suck them all you want!” she screamed in excitement. She added again, “They are all yours!”.

  The white beauty was only getting him more insane. Her approval sent shivers down his spine as he plunged into further actions. In bits, he licked her nipples and hummed like they were sugary. He rolled his tongue around his lips as well to express how much he fancied her breasts.

  Expertly, Blue River rose shed his native garb without much struggles before rejoining her on the bed. Sadie then traced his abs down to the lower part of his stomach before she skillfully pushed him to the bed and rolled instantly over him. She was really an appreciative lady in every sense of it. She immediately swung into action by returning every bit of foreplay she had received from him. She peered seductively into his eyes as she pushed her deep red hair back with her right hand and gently reached for his tiny nipples with her mouth.

  "I sure know how to pay back." She teased with a grin and winked at the young man who was by then, consumed with lust.

  About a minute since she had begun to suckle his nipples, Sadie paused for a second to peep at the aroused creature Blue River had become.

  She stretched her hand towards the lower part of his stomach without any delay and began to fondle his already erect rod.

  Sadie swiftly tapped some saliva from her tongue with her right hand before she returned it to his tip and downward. The touch of her wet hands on his sizable member caused him to jolt at intervals.

  She smiled as she continued to work him.

  He was completely dazed with her seductions but he managed to reach for her privates as well. He glided his hands consistently through her thick patch of hair before reaching her glistening pussy. Sadie’s breath became heavy as she gradually lost her concentration under his touch.

  Desperately anxious but willing to take his time, Blue River seized the moment. He moved to pin her down skillfully and drew his face within inches of hers. He spontaneously returned to her neck region and began to kiss her neck once more. What happened after left him in awe. As he placed his succulent lips on her cheeks, Sadie dragged his long and robust manhood into her very wet privates, sinking it into her dark red, triangular patch. She glided it inwards and made sure she had all of it in her. She instantly began to throw her waist up and down just before Blue River took control of the whole affair.

  Patience wasn’t something she could afford anymore. Neither could he.

  The moment he had patiently
waited for had finally arrived and there was no way Blue River would let himself down by performing beneath her expectations. He gently stretched Sadie’s two hands sideways with his and held them tightly to create a balance for himself. With adequate strength, he rammed against her dancing hips, his deep strokes forcing a loud groan from her lips while his shallow strokes hit her G-spot. The latter made her quiver incessantly. All through his energetic thrusts, her hips did not stop winding. She received all joyfully resounding in her frenzied moans.

  As soon as she noticed a decline in his thrusts though, she knew she had to test her strength as well. More so, she needed to climax. Nothing could have really stopped that from happening at that point. Every nerve within her yearned for it.

  “Brace yourself!” She exhaled loudly as she rolled Blue River over and positioned herself right on him; within his muscular thighs. She peered intently at him as she moved to a new position. Her eyes only expressed her excessive desires to pound him hard.

  She squatted and extended her two legs just outside the two ends of Blue River's thighs and began to ride him. She slid her privates into him slowly and withdrew it gently to the tip of his groin before she moved herself in again. Steadily, she increased her pace. She continued to stare at him, not sure if she was seeing him or stars as she rammed into him. Meanwhile, he was equally lost as well.

  He jerked helplessly as Sadie continued to speed up her grinds. At a point, she grabbed his two hands and placed them firmly on her breasts as she rode him energetically.

  “Grab them hard Blue….” she yelled as she continued to groan and pound. “See, it’s not just that sister of yours who can ride like a cowgirl! We eastern girls can be pretty good at it when we want to be!” she panted and he could not disagree.

  Within minutes, she was soaked with sweat but she wouldn’t relent nonetheless.

  Sadie placed her right hand on Blue River’s chest for support while her left hand gently rubbed her clitoris for deeper stimulations. The result was largely effective though as she instantly regained her strength whenever she did that.

  Then, Blue River was completely sure that the young lady was no innocent female. He watched in pleasure, as she continued to drive him towards ecstasy. She rode on it passionately again with inexplicable strength and plenty of experience he concluded.

  "You can't win this!" she exclaimed, "I'm coming first!" The words had barely left her mouth as her whole body shook, he watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth panting furiously. A second later he bucked as he exploded inside her in what seemed like an unending wave as their shouts of mutual pleasure filled the room just as rays of light from the setting sun shone through the window striking the bed, highlighting the two figures as they collapsed into each other's arms, their lips finding each other again in passion.

  CHAPTER 6

  Appearing very happy and neatly dressed, Blue River emerged from within the hotel. He stepped out onto the plank sidewalk and stared around for a while.

  Turning his head to the west, he looked down the main street and raised his hand to shield his eyes.

  The sun was only a second from dipping below the hills at the edge of the town. An instant later, it dropped below the horizon. Blue River lowered his hand and he immediately saw what the glare of the sunlight had initially prevented him from seeing.

  Catalina was riding up the street with an easy smile on her face. She brought her horse to a stop right next to him. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with her effervescent good cheer as she spoke, “Well, that was sure of a heck a lot easier than I thought it was gonna be! I was gonna try here first, and if you weren’t here, I was fixin’ to search the town high and low for you.”

  Catalina slipped off her horse and walked up to her brother and gave him a warm hug, then chuckling as she said. “I rode past the stage office and saw some men boardin’ up a window. Your handiwork no doubt!” she said in good cheer.

  Blue River smiled back but instantly confessed "I promise—that was my one and only fight since getting into town. Of course, there were three of them."

  Catalina shared a laugh with her brother for a few seconds before she became serious. Seeming very concerned, she asked frankly, “So what’s the verdict, Blue River? Taylor in league with the Apaches tryin’ to take down the railroad?”

  Owing to his doubts, Blue River chose his words carefully before he answered, “His other associates did not strike me as a very high caliber of men. If he surrounds himself with such characters, that says very much about his lack of judgment.”

  Still sensitive that he might be wrong, Blue River quickly admitted, “Yet that proves nothing, my sister. A man’s choice of friends doesn’t necessarily make him behind the evil that has visited this area.”

  “So, what you’re sayin’ then is we’re at what you would call a stalemate when it comes to the Taylor possibility,” she surmised as she watched him remove a vest from the bag tied to his horse. Slipping it on as a bit of protection against the coming night he turned to Catalina.

  “What’s our next move?”

  “I am not ashamed to admit that I do wish Miss Cassandra was here,” he said, looking off into the distance but not really seeing it. “Our sister’s detective skills are second to none. But wishing doesn’t make it so.”

  Blue River raised his right hand and placed it on Catalina’s shoulder encouragingly.

  “It’s up to us to figure this out. I see only one option before us, Cattie,” his voice low and solemn.

  Anxiously Cattie responded, her tone serious mirroring his, “Let me hear it.”

  In turn, Blue River explained, ensuring that their eyes met so that he could read her expression. "If we are to get to the bottom of this, then I must seek out the Apaches themselves to discover who it is they are working with."

  Catalina instantly shrugged off that idea and urged him to pick another one. “I’m listenin’ for another option!” she said, her voice raised, her eyes pleading, “One that doesn’t end with you gettin’ scalped and killed.”

  Blue River felt the same way about the risk but they were out of options. “I wish it were not so, but there can be no other way.”

  ***

  Far beyond the Devil’s Canyon, in a hilly patch of the desert, sat Nash Overstreet, head surveyor of the Grand Western Railroad, a man whose wrinkled face was evidence of his advanced age. His grey beard was also an indication that he was not the same age as the younger men he surrounded himself with. Overstreet, along with the other three members of his handpicked team, rested around a blazing campfire enjoying the twilight. It had been a largely productive and successful survey, and they were certain that Mr. Greystone would be pleased with their results.

  Unexpectedly, a cloudburst a month prior had washed away the original route they had planned to lay the rail bed. The ensuing flood had forever altered the geography of the river banks where they had originally planned for the train to span the river. Their efforts, however, had located a suitable new route and the head surveyor, in particular, was very anxious to get back.

  Despite the challenges and importance of the mission, the older man and his crew had enjoyed their time out in the bush mainly because of the visits from the very friendly tribe of the Yavapai Indians who had also camped nearby until some days before then.

  The survey team had enjoyed great camaraderie with the tribe and shared several delicious meals together. It had seemed to Nash that the Yavapai were the polar opposites of the Apaches that attacked the timber delivery a few weeks earlier.

  Unfortunately, the Yavapai had broken their camp a day or so ago leaving the area. Nash had made friends with many of the braves of the tribe, and he felt the bond would last for the remainder of his life. He had no idea about how true his thoughts would be as Unbeknownst to Nash; his days were numbered.

  Sadly, the survey crew believed they were totally safe, as they were well beyond the Apache territory. More so, they had been out of touch and had no knowledge of the
disaster that had occurred at Devil’s Canyon. Had they known, they would have been on guard and, perhaps, saved themselves from the massacre that awaited them.

  Nash had just swallowed his last bit of bacon and beans before throwing the skillet aside when he heard a stifled cry. He looked up in fear and for a second, he thought he had imagined what he saw, but just across him, the youngest member of his crew, Collins, had a tomahawk protruding from the side of the boy’s head.

  “What the h---”

  The second of the four-man crew couldn’t end his statement as a sharp arrow pierced through the back of his skull and bulged his right eye out from its socket. He crashed to the ground as life left him instantly. Still in a daze, Nash and the last crew member scrambled in different directions for safety.

  Nash couldn’t really travel far and as fast as he would have wanted, thanks to the limp from an old injury he suffered in the war between the United States and Mexico that had delivered the sprawling Southwest into the hands of the young nation. He wished he was the other young man that ran fervently towards a hill seeking the safety of high ground until he watched horrifically as a fast-approaching brutal brave on a white horse, swung his tomahawk towards the man’s boy’s head. Blood splattered everywhere and his lifeless body plunged into the desert soil at the base of the hill.

  Nash remained still, he knew then that there was nowhere to run. He knelt dejectedly and began to pray as he sobbed. The three emotionless braves that had hunted his men stalked over to him as he remained motionless with no hope left in his soul. They argued amongst themselves for some minutes trying to decide who would count coup for this kill. Finally, the brave who had a few minutes earlier had been on the back of the white horse struck Nash’s head repeatedly for many seconds until a stillness came over the scene and only the cry of emerging night birds could be heard.

  ***

  The next morning, at the railroad encampment, Blue River was feeling like a new man. He had just returned from bathing in the waters of Devil’s Creek, which flowed underneath the ruined trestle. He soon met up with Catalina who was always an early riser.