He’d been amazed at how things had changed in just a short time. Since Echo and Green River were major stops for the railroad, they’d be able to visit in a day’s time—spend a week with each other. He was looking forward to it.
Heading up the walk to the courthouse, he let his girls in front of him, guiding them into the building.
A deputy was sitting at a desk near the door. “Can I help you, Sir, Ma’am?”
“I’m Angus Warren. Marshal Silas Stone says he contacted Judge Johnson about a possible opening for a sheriff’s position here in Echo.”
“Oh, Sheriff Warren, we’ve been anxious to meet you. Any friend of Marshal Stone’s is a friend of ours. We can hardly wait for you to begin.” The deputy stood up, grabbing keys off a hook. “I’m Deputy Simms and I’ll be helping you as well as the other sheriffs here in town. Come along; the judge is waiting for ya.”
Angus looked back at Clara, shrugging his shoulders. He never expected that he’d be hired before anyone met him, and until he heard it from the judge himself, he’d never believe it either.
Deputy Simms rapped on the door with his knuckles before opening it. “Hey, Judge. Sheriff Angus Warren is here with his wife and girls.”
The judge was a middle aged, short, paunchy fellow. He wore a dark suit and shook Angus’s hand with a firm grip. “Sheriff Warren, we’ve been anxious to meet you. How was the last leg of the trail for ya?”
Deputy Simms interrupted saying, “I’ll leave you all alone.”
Angus addressed the judge once the door had closed behind the deputy. “The trip here was calm and uneventful. This is a lovely little town you have here.”
“Yep, I’ve been here for twenty years; started as a sheriff as a matter of fact.”
“Speaking of which, Judge—”
“—Hewitt, call me Hewitt.” He interrupted. “We operate informally here. Life is difficult enough without having to remember someone’s title.”
Angus knew from that statement alone he’d like Hewitt Johnson. “Thanks, Hewitt. I hear from Silas Stone that you may have a position available for a sheriff here in Echo?”
“Well not anymore—”
Angus couldn’t help but feel disappointed; he knew he shouldn’t have got his heart set on a job here but it had sounded so promising. “It’s okay. If you can put a good word in for me somewhere else, I’d appreciate it.”
“Sure will.” The judge lit a cigar, puffing on it, the smoking covering him in a white cloud. “The reason the position here ain’t available anymore is that it’s been given to an Angus Warren.” He smiled broadly at Angus. “Welcome aboard, Sheriff.”
“You lousy… thank you, Judge… Hewitt, you won’t be sorry.” Angus reached across the desk to shake his hand again and then turned to hug Clara and the girls.
“Let’s show you where you’ll be living; it’s a beautiful two-story just across the street.” He rounded the desk and said to Nellie and Rose, “You’ll both be able to have your own separate bedrooms. After being in a wagon for five months, all of you will be tickled with space.”
The girls ran ahead, excited to see their new home. Angus reached over to hold his wife’s hand. This may end up being where they stay. After all these years of bringing women here and leaving to go back home to Missouri, Angus liked the feeling of living in Oregon—the pine trees and mountains in the distance, the fresh air with a brilliant blue sky overhead. Yep, Oregon may be just where he needed to spend the rest of his days—with a wife, two girls, and a baby on the way.
“So Angus, we may have a proposition for you. Come spring I want you to think about it. We have a lot of women that came west with their husbands only to have their men die of disease or injury while building their houses. Now with the transcontinental railroad, the good ole’ Union Pacific, a trip can be made to Missouri in a week. We may need someone to take some women back east on something we’ve taken to calling the Widow Train. Would you be interested?”
THE END
Epilogue
“Minnie, come out from behind the divider. I won’t ask again.” Silas had been patient, but he’d been waiting for at least ten minutes for her to disrobe and come out naked.
“Silas, this really isn’t necessary. I know how to do this myself.” Minnie sounded like a petulant child.
“Minnie, you have to the count of three or I’m coming to get you. One. Two…” He paused just as she rounded the divider.
His eyes were drawn immediately to her large, plump breasts, her areolas a soft tan color. Her nipples were soft—but not for long if he had anything to do with it. Her belly was flat, going down to a small bump on her lower belly, which lead to her dark thatch of hair on her sex. His fingers twitched wanting nothing more than to pull on the soft curly tufts.
His cock lengthened and jerked behind his denim. He’d need to free himself from the restriction soon. “Come here, girl.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. Silas drew her nipple into his mouth, worrying the now hard tip between his teeth. Slipping his finger between her puffy lips, he moaned around her breast, his cock straining, feeling constricted in the now tight pants.
Minnie’s musky scent wafted up to his nose. “You’re so wet, girl. I think you complain too much, you may actually like your little enema bench.” He thrust his finger deeper into her, her hips thrusting, her juices dripping over his fingers. He continued to pound into her adding another finger, the moist sounds melding with her moans until she gasped, shouting with her release, tightly squeezing his fingers, stilling as her hips thrust forward pushing his fingers deeper.
He continued to stroke the now sensitive areas, slick with her juices until he had milked every last mewl from her.
“Looks like wearing that plug all morning prepared you for these activities.” He steadied her with both hands on her hips. “You okay, girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I need to take these clothes off before you start your enema, or I’m going to burst.” Silas quickly stripped, tossing his clothes aside, his cock bobbing in front of him.
Minnie’s eyes stared first at his penis, and without realizing, she licked her lips before sucking her bottom lip between her white teeth. Her eyes then grazed down to his thighs. She’d said before that his thighs enthralled her. On more than one occasion she’d crawled between his legs, licking along each groove and bump of his muscles there, stopping to nip and bite along the soft, tender inside of his thighs, her nose nuzzling his balls as she nipped and licked along the upper thigh.
“Kneel on the floor. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to take your little asshole.”
Her face flushed at his crassness, and he struggled to hide the smirk that rose to the surface at her adorable embarrassment. But she knelt over the little stool, her breasts wobbling and dangling in front of her, swaying with the movement. She carefully positioned herself over the nozzle, slowly easing back, slipping it into her dusky little hole. Once it was fully seated, she gradually depressed the plunger on the clyster, releasing the water into her bowels.
Silas slowly stroked up and down the length of his cock, watching her jiggle, squirming as the cramps increased, her belly writhing with the discomfort. He knew if he didn’t take his hand off his rod, he’d bring himself to completion and he wanted to spend in her dark channel.
“Sir, I need to go.” Her green eyes looked at him pleading for mercy to be released to void the water.
But he had other plans for her. “Not yet, Little Captive. My little cunt is going to suck on my cock—not to completion, but until I say.”
“Ohhhh!” She groaned loudly, her eyes rolling and she started to jostle on the bench in a bit of temper.
“Should I spank you with the water in your little bum? Is that what you would like to try, prisoner?”
Her eyes widened and he wasn’t really sure he could follow through on his threat, but just the thought of spanking her with an enema in her made him almost ejaculate across the room.
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sp; “Are you going to listen, cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Silas walked up to her sitting on her enema bench. “Open.” She dropped her jaw, her mouth opening like a little bird in a nest. He slipped his pulsing hot cock into her mouth, and he hissed sucking his breath between his teeth. “Jesus.”
Minnie sucked on him so tightly her cheeks hollowed, pulling on him tightly, his balls hardening close to his skin. She rolled her tongue around the tip, sliding the point of her tongue along the ridges; it took every bit of restraint he had to hold himself together and before he could pull out, she grabbed both his buttocks in each hand pulling him closer, shoving his cock to the back of her throat.
Silas growled, jerking out of her mouth. “Fuck. I almost came. I’m spurting into your little ass, girl. Go get rid of that water and wash up. I want you ass up on the bed. Clear on your instructions, prisoner?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded strangled as she strained to constrict the little muscle in her anus as she rose up and off the stool.
“Turn, and bend over, girl.”
“Oh!” She turned and bent, not completely over, but he’d allow it taking into account her predicament. He slapped his right hand on her right hip so hard a red bloom immediately appeared.
Minnie rose up, dancing on her tiptoes, and then stiffened, obviously afraid of losing control, both hands cupping her bottom as she ran with mincing steps to the water closet.
There was no need for Silas to keep himself hard; he had become so aroused he probably could have stood there an hour with a raging hard on at this point. If she didn’t come back soon, he’d be in a world of hurt.
It was at that time that Minnie flung the door open, rushing past him, scrambling onto the bed, her knees shoulder width apart, just the way he liked them, and her head on the mattress, arching her back, her ass spread open to him, her dusky hole presenting to him, winking with excitement.
“Are you clean, bitch?”
She moaned into the quilt on the bed. “Yes, Sir.”
Silas pulled the tin cover off the ointment, working it into her channel, first with one finger, then two, then three. Her tight ring of muscle thinned and stretched over his fingers as he lubricated her opening. He liberally coated his cock with the same jelly, wanting to be sure she wouldn’t be uncomfortable or hurt in the process. Although he treated her roughly, it was exactly what she wanted, and although he told her that he’d hurt her, it was part of the game; he’d never hurt his wife—ever.
He loved that her ass was the perfect height on this bed; he loved nothing more than taking her from behind. “This is what you’ve been wanting all day, isn’t it, whore? You’ve wanted my cock in your little, clean asshole all day. Did you imagine that the plug was my cock? Did you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pushed hard, his cock slipping almost entirely into her. Pulling out, he added more lube before shoving into her fully to the hilt.
Minnie grunted with the exertion, her thighs shaking with arousal and from the position.
Silas slapped her bottom with both hands, turning her cheeks red quickly. “Look at this ass jiggle; your ass wobbles when I spank it like this. Can you feel your cheeks wiggle?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I suspected. When your cheeks wiggle, does it make your clit throb? Does it make your pussy vibrate, rubbing your clit, whore?”
‘Yes, Sir.”
Shoving two fingers into her pussy, she quivered around him, squeezing and contracting, as was her asshole. He knew they were both close. He leaned forward with his free hand and grabbed the outside of her throat, squeezing gently.
“Hold still, prisoner. I’m going to fuck you raw. Do you feel my cock? Is it ripping you, whore? Or do you think you’ll come with my rod in your ass? Answer me, prisoner!”
He squeezed just hard enough that he knew she struggled, feeling her back tense. He thrust hard several times into her, his seed spurting into her, and felt her pussy clench as she screamed with her orgasm, the tight ring of muscle in her anus squeezing him in a vice-like hold, forcing the last bit of cum from him.
They quietly panted, both of their bodies gleaming with sweat, absolutely worn out and happy. His semi erect cock slipped out and he climbed off of her. “Hold still. Don’t move. I’ll be back to wash you up, baby.”
He took care of cleaning his precious wife, washing every crease and crevice, before easing her gently onto her side in bed, covering them both with a comforter. He pulled her back to his chest, lightly running his hand down the length of her body, her satiny skin.
“I love you, Little Captive.”
“I love you too, Renegade.”
He wondered why she suddenly became tense.
Minnie softly spoke again. “Silas?”
“Yes, love.”
“I think you may have another little captive by the end of summer.” She stilled, not moving or breathing.
Silas turned her over to see her face clearly. “Do you… are you… we’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes.” She smiled up at him, obviously relieved at his happiness. How could she even think he wouldn’t be ecstatic? “Are you happy?”
“You have no idea. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. My Captive.”
“I love you, My Renegade.”
* * *
“Clara, you can do this. Push. Push.”
“Angus, you’re starting to get on my last nerve. This isn’t my first rodeo. I know how to bring a child into the world without you ordering me to breathe or push.” She wiped the sweat from her brow, sighing in exasperation.
“That’s twenty.” He held two fingers up. He’d be damned if his wife would tell him off in front of the doctor and nurse.
“Make it thirty!” She screamed back at him right before she grimaced, sitting partially up in bed to strain and push their baby out.
I’ll make her pay for that along with her other infractions!
“You’ve got this, baby. Keep pushing. Doc, what’s going on?”
The doctor was sitting at the end of the bed, reaching between her raised knees to keep track of the progress. “The head is out. One more good push and you’ll have your child.”
“C’mon, Clara. One more. You got this.”
She turned with fire in her eyes, but with a stern return glare, she focused on the task at hand ignoring any further defiance. She grit her teeth, the corded muscles in her neck sticking out as she strained, her voice coming out as no more than growl.
“He’s here! It’s a boy!” The doc held up Angus’s pink son, screaming and angry as hell! Angus swore he’d never seen such a beautiful sight in his life.
A son! He had a son!
“How are you, girl? You gave us a son; he’s gorgeous and has a set of lungs on him, just like his ma.” He winked at her before leaning in to kiss her on the lips.
When they pulled apart, the nurse was standing there with their baby, clean and wrapped in a soft blanket, she slipped him into Clara’s arms, and immediately he latched on to her breast, suckling his first sip of milk.
Angus would never cease to be amazed at the wonderful gift women had been given to produce human life in their loins and then dispense milk for him instantly. His little rosebud mouth pursed tightly around her areola fervently sucked taking nourishment and life into his system.
What are we going to call him, Angus?
“How about we call him Dusty? Conceived on the dusty trails going west and the dusty state of Wyoming.”
Clara nodded with a slow smile. “I like it—Dusty Warren. It has a nice ring to it.” She looked down at Dusty playing with the little tufts of blonde hair on his head. “Welcome to the world, Dusty Warren.”
“Those dusty trails were good to us, Mrs. Warren. We found each other, conceived a child, finding true friends in every state along the way, and finding our home here in Oregon. He’ll be a reminder of how something that started out as a sad journey—the Widow Wagon—turned into joy
along those dusty trails.”
“Changed our sobbing into dancing, clothing us in joy...” She ran her hand down the side of his face.
Angus turned his head, kissing the palm of her hand.
“Angus, when spring comes, maybe you need to think about having a run or two out east for the Widow Train—giving other women and men a chance at the happiness we’ve found.”
“Maybe you’re right...”
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