Spur: Nevada Hussy

by Dirk Fletcher

  "It really wasn't that much."

  "Oh, but it was!" her gray eyes snapped and her face became determined. She flipped her shoulder length hair out of her face and stared at him. "And now I have decided how I am going to show you my appreciation. Please don't deny me this one small pleasure." She took his hand and led him down the hall.

  Canchuna had slipped away. Spur had no idea where Mary Beth was going. She stopped and opened a door, motioned him inside. She stepped in behind him then deftly turned the key locking the door.

  Mary Beth leaned against the inside of the door, staring at him. For a moment fear stained her pretty face. She shook her head and smiled.

  "I'm not good with words, Mr. McCoy. Would you come over here?"

  Spur nodded and moved up to her. She put her arm around his neck and kissed his lips firmly. She came down off her tip toes and looked up at him.

  "Was that all right? I'm not terribly experienced at kissing."

  "That was fine, but I don't understand."

  "That day in the street when the man took away my leaflets and you got them back. I...I..."

  "Your smile was thanks enough."

  "No. Because Mrs. Belcher heard about the trouble and she scolded Mr. O'Grady and then gave me a real job. Now we don't have to take handouts from the church people. So I really owe you a lot."

  She found his hand and brought it up and pressed it against her breasts. "I thought you might want to ...you know."

  "Do you want me to?"

  Mary Beth unbuttoned the white blouse she wore and let it fall to the floor. She took off the short chemise so her full breasts showed.

  "I think I want to. I never have. I've heard women talk.. .kiss me again."

  Spur kissed her lips, then picked up her blouse, but she pushed it away.

  "No, it's been a long time I've been waiting, and wondering. Now I want you to show me how, right now. Nobody can come in, and there's a big couch right over here."

  "Mary Beth..."

  She took his hands, and pressed one to each of her breasts. "Please, Mr. McCoy. Please, right now. Say you will."

  He smiled and nodded, and she reached up and kissed him again, then led him to the couch and sat down. He sat beside her.

  "Mary Beth, I don't know what you've heard, but there is no big mystery about a man and a woman making love. Everyone can do it, and everyone is good at it. It's a marvelous, wonderful, natural thing to do."

  He let her undress him. The blinds had been drawn in the room but still plenty of light came in. When Spur's clothes were all off, he bent and kissed her breasts and she trembled. He rubbed them softly and her eyes widened.

  "That feels so... so warm and wonderful! I've never felt that way before!"

  Spur kissed down her neck and then to her breasts. He trailed hot kisses around both of her breasts and at last working to the peaks and biting her erect nipples, then sucking on each one. Her hand worked down to his crotch and explored.

  "So big!" she said looking at his erection. "Don't tell me that you're going to put that big thing inside me?"

  "Wait and see," Spur said. They both were breathing faster now, the hot blood surging. He worked his hand down her leg and she snapped them together.

  "Changing your mind?" he asked.

  She scowled, bit her lip and shook her head. Slowly her legs came apart and his hand worked between them sliding slowly upward.

  "I don't know what to do next," she whispered.

  "Then just relax and find out what happens," Spur whispered back and they both laughed. His hand massaged around and around her crotch and at last she caught it and moved it over her swollen, moist nether lips.

  Mary Beth moaned in surprise and delight.

  "You never said it would feel this wonderful!"

  She caught his face, held it with both hands and kissed him hard, her tongue darting inside his mouth, a low moaning sound coming from her all the time. When she let him go, she nodded.

  "Please, Spur, push it in me right now! I can't wait a second longer. Right now, this very instant, please!"

  Spur moved over her and when he thrust forward she shrieked in surprise and a little pain but mostly jubilation. She was so overcome with emotion she couldn't talk for a few moments. Then she hugged him to her.

  "Wonderful, so wonderful! Nobody ever told me. Why didn't my mother tell me how fantastic making love is?"

  Then she shivered and a sharp, quick climax shot through her as fast as a lightning bolt.

  "Now I think I can die happy!" she said. As Spur began a slow rhythm, she climaxed again and again until she was sweating and limp.

  Spur felt his own pressure building, and so did she and she revived to pound upward with each of his hard thrusts until he shot his load deep inside her and then collapsed.

  "My God, but that was wonderful! I think I'll stay here all the rest of the day making love to you. Now I know why my mother told me making love was for married people. It's too good to let the secret get out!"

  She chattered on for five minutes as Spur regained his strength, then he moved away from her and dressed quickly. He picked up her clothes and laid them beside her.

  Then he found the envelope and tore it open. It was a note written by Tracy:

  "Keep safe today, I have a surprise planned for you for our supper tonight. Don't let them collect that reward money!"

  He read it, folded the note and put it in his pocket, then watched the slightly chunky girl putting on her clothes.

  "I'm not at all self-conscious, dressing in front of you," she said in wonder. "Is that because we just made love?"

  Spur nodded. "Isn't it a nice, warm feeling?"

  "Yes it is, wonderful. And do you know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to take a close look at the three men who have been courting me and pick out the one I think has the best potential as a husband, and then fall in love with him, and marry him!"

  "And what about making love?"

  "That, sir, is for a husband and wife! None of these men, or any others for that matter, will even touch my breasts, before I get married." She sighed and came over to him. "Since it is going to be a few months, would you touch me again, just for a minute?"

  Spur smiled and put his hands under her chemise and fondled her breasts until she began to breathe fast again. Then he lifted her blouse and kissed each breast tenderly. She yelped and climaxed and Spur held her as she screeched as she rode through the spasms.

  "Oh, good Lord! But that is marvelous!" She shook her head and smoothed down her clothes. "Well, that is that for a while. Spur McCoy, I want to thank you."

  He silenced her with a sweet kiss on her lips.

  "The pleasure was mine. Never underestimate yourself, Mary Beth. You are a wonderful woman, and you'll make any man you choose the best wife in the state."

  She finished dressing and kissed his cheek.

  "I hope the man I find is just half as marvelous as you are. But I know that can't be, so I'll take the best once I can catch." She smiled at him, turned and walked out of the room and toward the front door.

  Spur McCoy went up to his room on the second floor and stared out the window. He saw Mary Beth walking away. She turned once and watched the house for a moment, seemed to smile, and then walked quickly toward the Belcher mine.

  The Secret Service Agent worked through his options. If he went on the street he would need some sort of disguise. He had nothing to check on today. The three leads he had were played out. He would sleep most of the day, and see what could stir up that evening. Right now darkness was his best friend.

  Canchuna woke him just before six that afternoon. She kissed him softly on the lips and worked her hand down to his crotch. He came awake grabbing her hand, and when he saw who she was, he kissed her cheek and let her go.

  "Miz Belcher says it's time to wake up a sleepyhead."

  "You have an interesting way of doing it."

  "It always works." She walked toward the door, then looked over her sho
ulder. "You coming?"

  It was the first real dinner he had eaten at the mansion. They were in the big dining room. The table would seat twenty, but the three of them sat at one end. They had just started the first course when the front door guard brought a message. He gave it to Spur.

  The agent opened it and read:

  "Tonight is the night. We start picking up freight at ten p.m. All owners were notified." It was signed by Sheriff Gilpin.

  "Important?" Tracy asked.

  "Not at the moment. But I will be busy later tonight."

  Spur finished the dinner, went up to his room and put on his sturdiest black pants, a long sleeved blue shirt and a jacket. He wore his half boots and the .45 tied low on his thigh.

  Tracy stood in the door watching him.

  "We ship tonight," she said.

  "Sheriff said the same thing."

  "You're here to keep them from stealing the gold and silver."

  He nodded.

  "I'll have almost a million dollars in boullion on that train."

  "My job is to be sure you don't lose a dime's worth." Spur kissed her lips, then walked out the back door, heading for the sheriffs office. Next he would go to the Virginia & Truckee railroad passenger station next to the assay office and just down the tracks a hundred feet from the Consolidated California shaft house.

  Spur McCoy had no idea how the gold and silver would be loaded, but he would find out and help supervise. There would be soldiers on the train, but he did not know how many.

  A shiver darted up his back as he walked. Several men in town had waited almost six months for tonight to come. He was going to do his damnedest to disappoint them!

  SPUR STOOD NEAR the office of the Consolidated California Mine and watched the loading procedure. He had walked up five minutes before and saw four men with shotguns standing near the building. One of them had come forward and challenged him.

  "Who the hell are you, stranger, and what business you got here?"

  "Who's asking?"

  "Cartright, special Sheriffs deputy."

  "My name is McCoy. I'm also a special deputy."

  The man with the shotgun relaxed. "Yeah, heard of you. Gilpin said you might be around. They're about half done here. First loading."

  Spur waved and moved on past toward the door.

  The gold and silver bars were coming out of the company's vault, somewhere inside the office complex. The ten pound gold and silver slabs were brought out with each man carrying two. The men were checked at four points that Spur could see. A corridor of armed men, most with ten and twelve gauge shotguns, extended from the office door to the railroad tracks where a regular box car had its rolling door open.

  Rush Sommers himself sat at a small table with two kerosene lamps on it at the front door of his office and marked on a paper the stamped number on each bar of gold or silver that came out. Two treasury agents sat at the table making similar marks and stamping number recordings.

  Spur looked at the box car, and saw it was more than a standard freight car. Inside had been built a separate steel box. That box was of heavy sheet steel and had a complicated locking mechanism on it. Once it was closed and locked, it would take a lot of dynamite even to bend the structure.

  Soon the last bar of silver was handed into the car. Sommers and the Treasury men came to the car, stepped inside to check the number of bars there against the count they had just made at the door of the office. A moment later they came down the slanted planks that led up to the rail car. The men nodded at each other, both shook Sommers' hand and they pushed the planks inside the car and the train prepared to move to the next mine.

  The special deputies walked beside the train as it ground slowly from the Consolidated to the next stop. Spur made sure that Sommers did not see him. Now he wondered just what Sommers would do? Capture the train and blow it up half way between Virginia City and Carson City? Where would he take the gold? How would he transport it?

  As he walked along beside the train, Spur heard someone coming up behind him. He turned and saw the tall, slender sheriff overtaking him.

  "How many more to load, Sheriff?"

  "Just starting. That was the first one."

  "Any problems?'

  "Not so far. They wouldn't hit us before we get all the stuff in one place. That is our dangerous time."

  "Agreed. That means all the way from here to San Francisco."

  "That's somebody else's problem once it gets over the county line," Sheriff Gilpin said.

  The train wheezed to the next mine and Spur watched the procedures again. He roamed the area around the train and the mine, but could find nothing suspicious. It would take a fortified land battleship, and armor plated wagon to get away with any gold from here, let alone a force of a hundred to match the Sheriffs deputies. No. The attack would not take place here. It would be suicide.

  The robbery try would come along the tracks somewhere, away from the town, away from all the guns, but where, that was the problem. Where would Sommers attack to steal the gold and silver?

  A mile and a half down the rails from Virginia City, and over the bank to the small water course below, the five cowboys were getting restless. Night had closed in on them again and no word from the saloon owner.

  The youngest of the crew came out of the darkness with Lee. Jimmy grinned and laughed as the man teased him about his time with Lee.

  "Was she a good fuck for you, Jimmy?" one man asked.

  "Best I've had," Jimmy said.

  "Best of both times I bet!" someone jibed and they all laughed.

  Lee had been going naked most of the time. The men liked it and it helped her keep them happy. She stood now, without clothes, backing up to the big fire they had going.

  "Don't burn your pussy hair off!" One man crowed.

  The big Irishman with the red beard called Red by the others, grabbed Lee by one of her large breasts and pulled her away from the fire.

  "No more today," Lee said. "I did everybody. You Red was the first this morning."

  "Once more," Red said.

  She tried to pull away.

  "Whore, you don't make the rules around here. We do. If we say you fuck all day and all night, ten times everyone of us, that's what you do."

  Another man cheered.

  Lee saw the mood of the men and shrugged. She was a survivor. She would be around long after most of these guys were dead.

  "My blankets are over here."

  "No, right here in the firelight," Red crowed. "I like to see you sweat."

  He pushed her down in the dust near the fire, and the men gathered around.

  "Want to see how an expert makes a half breed Chinese whore beg for a big cock?" Red asked.

  The men cheered.

  He lay half on top of her and began seducing her like she was a virgin, working slowly with his hands over her body until Lee began to react.

  "Just do it!" she shouted at him.

  "Hey, not until you're ready, not until you beg."

  Red worked his hands over her again and again, moving his stiff phallus up to her face and then down, grazing it across her throbbing breasts.

  "Come on you cunt, beg me to stick you," Red said. She refused and he teased her more and more. Then he tied her hands together and stretched them over her head and tied the long end to a tree. He spread-eagled her legs, tying each to a tree.

  "Now you ready to beg for it?" he asked. The men saw that she had not protested when she was tied up. And now she writhed and panted on the ground looking at Red, watching him.

  "Go ahead if you want to. You're just another dollar to me, you bastard!"

  "You want me, you want it bad, Lee. Beg me for it, come on beg!"

  She shook her head.

  The next thing she saw was a slender knife that Red pulled from his boot. He lay the blade against her throat.

  "You ready to die, whore?"

  "I've been threatened before. Fuck me if you want to. Go ahead."

  "Beg for
it!"

  "No."

  He moved the knife to her breast and sliced an inch long line in the side bringing a ribbon of blood.

  Lee screamed.

  The intensity of the sound surprised all of them.

  "No more!" she shouted.

  "Then beg me for it inside you!"

  "No."

  The big redhead from Wyoming sliced again with his knife, making a bloodline appear on the girl's other breast.

  She screamed and tried to claw at him but her hands were tied.

  "You bastard! You fucking madman!" Her glances darted around the camp, looking for a friend. "Get this animal away from me, you guys! You're all in trouble if you don't stop him right now! I'll go to the sheriff. I don't have to put up with this. A little slapping around I can take, but no fucking knife! Get him away from me!"

  The men looked at each other.

  "Yeah, hell. Don't hurt her. You ain't got a right to ruin her for the rest of us."

  Quickly the knife rested on the speaker's throat as the redhead glared at him.

  "You still got any objections, asshole? Cause if you have you gonna be making them without being able to talk. Your throat is gonna be slashed open and you'll be drinking your own blood!"

  "Hey, go easy there. It was just my idea."

  The knife moved away and Red knelt over the girl. "Cunt, you must think you're the best whore in town. Christ, five guys to service for a week, maybe two. Only it ain't gonna work out that way. I don't stand for no woman to back talk me, especially a whore like you. Now, you apologize to me, and I just might let you go."

  Lee tried to spit in his face. She missed. "You guys afraid of this crazy man? He's loco, can't you tell? Probably killed his wife. Cut me loose, or it's no more pussy for any of you!"

  The redhead backhanded her on the face and her head bounced to one side and she screamed. Her voice echoed and re-echoed down the valley until it faded out among the lodgepole pines and mountain hemlock.

  The knife rose again and drew a three inch deep slice on her upper left arm. It gushed with blood and Lee screamed again.