"Come on," the man growled, waving Spur forward. Spur waited. The big man grew impatient.
"Who hired you, asshole?" Spur spat. The man snorted, drove in when Spur had only one way to go without dropping overboard. As Spur dodged that way the big man changed directions. Spur countered the opposite way as the bearded one charged forward.
Spur was cleanly out of the way until he stepped back and pushed out one foot, spilling the giant into a coil of rope on the deck. The man rolled and came to his feet quickly.
"Lucky bastard," he snarled. "Won't be lucky next time."
"Luck has nothing to do with knife fighting. It's skill. You're too big and clumsy. Should I kill you or just slice you up and push you overboard?"
The words angered the large man. He charged in again and Spur started the same movement, stopping it as the man corrected and drove his knife four-inches into the heavy man's right shoulder.
The man wailed in pain. Spur drew out the blade and saw the other man drop his knife. He looked at Spur a moment, then went to the rail and dove cleanly over the side. A moment later they saw him in the soft light of a cloudless sky as he stroked strongly toward shore 30-yards away.
Some of the watchers clapped. Others complained because it was over so quickly.
Spur wiped the blade on some freight stacked on the deck, pushed the knife in his boot and went back to the cabin. Lillian sat on his bunk, her legs crossed, her skirt covering them. She watched him come in, close the door and lock it. When he looked at her, she lifted the six-gun with both hands and aimed it at him. She wasn't smiling.
"Sorry about this, McCoy. I just follow orders. Doug left me a letter telling me what to do if you tried to follow him. Bruno was supposed to solve the problem. Now it's up to me."
"You always do what Doug tells you?"
"Damn right, especially when he leaves me five twenty-dollar bills. I'll explain that you lured me in here and tried to rape me." She pulled her blouse open and tore her camisole so one breast showed. "That should do it."
"One problem," Spur said.
She laughed softly and looked up. "I figured you'd have something to say. What's the problem."
"The Colt has the safety on, you can't fire it that way."
"What?" Lillian looked down at the six-gun and frowned. When she looked back up, Spur had lunged forward and closed his big hand over the cylinder preventing it from firing. He pulled the gun out of her hands and pushed her back on the bed.
"Lillian, what am I going to do with you? You're supposed to be a killer, and here you fell for the oldest trick in the lawman's book. That's a revolver, stupid. It doesn't have a safety. There is no way you can put a safety on a revolver. Rifles have safeties."
He kept the Colt in his hand as he stared down at her. She grinned and pulled her blouse all the way open and lifted the torn chemise to show her breasts.
"You like my titties, McCoy. Eat a little. Graze on me. They like it, too. We might as well be friends. We've still got a long way to go before morning. Just because I tried to kill you twice, is no reason we can't get friendly enough to have some good sex. Come on, Spur, let's fuck up a storm and worry about Little Rock tomorrow."
"Maybe I'm getting bored with you, woman. I just had you this morning, remember?"
"Yeah, you teased me like wild. I loved it. Let's do that again. You make me want it so much I'll do anything to get your big whanger inside me."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"You know you do. You're getting a hard-on just watching my tits jiggle. Admit it."
"Maybe you can bribe me with some more information about good old Doug Chandler. He can't hurt or help you now. What else do you know about him that you can use to pay me off?"
"Plenty. He's planning on killing his father-inlaw just as soon as he can find the right time. The old man had a stroke, he's in bed. Doug was going to do it with a pillow that night but they threw him off the place."
"He kill the rich man, Lowell?"
"Don't know. He didn't say. Might have. The bearer bonds missing?"
"All but one. I think it got lost under a ledger."
"That's enough, let's get to it."
"Not enough. What's Doug going to do in Little Rock?"
"You know. Team up with that pussy slut Amy Hellman and run off to New Orleans."
"He paid you a hundred dollars and you try to get me killed. You know how much he's made off this scheme?"
"Fifty-thousand?"
"Closer to a hundred and fifty-thousand."
She sat up. "That much? That cheap bastard. He could have given me a thousand and never missed it."
"You work cheap. Are you a cheap whore, too?"
"Not a chance. I go five bucks for a half hour. Twice what the soiled doves in the cat houses downtown get."
"You were cheap enough for me. When is Doug going to leave Little Rock?"
"He left on the ten o'clock boat. Put him into Little rock about sixteen to seventeen hours later. He won't even be in town before about two in the morning. He probably won't be able to contact slut Amy before mid morning, maybe ten o'clock. You're only about four hours behind him."
Spur put his hands on her breasts and began to caress them. "How does he get in touch with her?"
"Oh, that's nice. Yes, keep petting me that way. He'll have a kid take a letter to her at the governor's mansion."
"You know where they meet?"
"Not even a wild idea."
Spur bent and kissed her hanging breasts and she murmured. "Now that I like. I think we're going to have a good fucking night after all."
"Depends on what else you can tell me about Doug Chandler. Oh, you also have to promise to testify against him when I bring him back for trial."
"Sure, no problem."
Spur frowned. "Why did you agree so quickly."
She shook her head. "I know Doug better than you do. There is no way he's going to be caught. If he is, then he won't stand trial. Doug would rather die today than stand trial and get hung or go to prison. Believe me. This is one man you won't bring back alive. You might bring his body back. But that's the only way you'll ever get him back into Fort Smith."
Doug Chandler arrived on the river boat at the Arkansas state capitol of Little Rock a little after three A.M.There had been a delay up the river. He went to the hotel he and Amy always used, the Algonquin, but she wasn't there under the name of Amy Chandler. He took a room and slept until something awoke him in the morning. Amy lay beside him, watching him. She had tickled his nose to get him awake.
"Hey, pretty lady, good to see you. Guess what I brought?"
"Some money for us to spend?"
"More than that. Let me show you." He climbed out of bed, pulled on his pants over the short underwear he slept in and took out the packet of fancy certificates.
"The bearer bonds. Good as a hundred dollar bill. We have ninety-nine thousand dollars worth." He let his voice rise with his emotion. "Do you understand just how much money that is for the two of us?"
"A hell of a lot more than I've ever seen. It's a huge bunch. You say these can be cashed in by anybody who has them? You can take one to a bank or stock salesman and sell it to him for cash?"
"That's right. They aren't registered by name. That means, anybody who has them can cash them."
"That enough cash money to take us all the way to New Orleans?"
"Baby doll, that's enough to take us to London or to Paris, France. Enough to take us around the whole fucking world."
"Now there's a great word, fucking."
"Hush, and think about the money. We have enough cash and bonds to last us the rest of our lives. We can live like a king and queen."
"Cash money, too?" she asked.
He opened his traveling case and took out the stacks of bills. He threw the covers up on the bed and sprinkled the money, new and used, on the bed until it covered the fabric and changed the bed into a blanket of green.
"Jump on it and wiggle around a little," he
said.
"I've got to be naked to enjoy it." She stripped out of her clothes quickly and fell on the bed wallowing in the money. Her eyes sparkled and her hips humped up at him. Then she held out her arms as she lay on her back, her knees came up and opened showing him what she had for him.
"Do me right now, lover. I need you deep inside me. This money and you make me so hot I could fuck a big dog. Come on, right now."
He dropped his pants and went between her thighs. "Hey, remember the first time I fucked you?
"Always remember that. You were gambling at that charity ball here in Little Rock and dressed to kill. I came up behind you as you played poker. Then I sat down and you got one hand under the table where nobody else could see and you diddled my clit until I exploded right there at the poker table. I had to rush to the ladies' powder room before I leaked all over."
Doug rubbed her big breasts and grinned. "Yeah, and then later that night we found a vacant bedroom and locked the door. We fucked the rest of the night."
"But we do better now. Like on all this money. Come on, get inside me."
"I want to go slow, to enjoy it, make it last."
"Damnit, Doug, do me right now."
"Beg me."
"Damn, no. I don't have to beg. I learned that a long time ago."
She pushed him to one side and reached her finger down on her clit and strummed it. "Fuck, I don't always need you, spoiled little boy." Her finger whanged her clit back and forth and her breathing quickened and her face distorted. With her other hand she rubbed her breasts, then began tweaking her nipples.
Doug watched her in surprise.
Before he could even try to help her, Amy gasped and then shivered. She shook and closed her eyes, panting and shaking and growling and then her hips began to hump upward, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her hand moved lower and she put three fingers together. She pumped them in and out of her well lubricated cunt.
"Oh, damn!" she crooned. "Oh, yes!" She wailed and moaned and pumped harder and harder until she broke into another climax, screeching this time and braying with delight. Her eyes were still closed as she wailed and humped and at last broke over the edge and eased down until she was quiet and still on her back. One hand held her crotch and the other cupped a breast. She hummed softly to herself.
After a minute or two she opened one eye and looked up at him. "See, I don't always need you. Now I can say I fucked myself on top of fiftythousand dollars."
"Hell, anybody can rub herself off that way. So what? When are we leaving downriver? We'll need some disguises. You should get a dark wig of some kind and some dark glasses and a big floppy hat."
"Can't go right away. In three days we're having the Debutante Ball. This is the year I'm coming out. Hell, I have to be here or my mother will have a fit. She can be tough when she's really furious."
"Three days? Not a chance I can wait that long. By then there could be cops and sheriffs and Fed eral lawmen all over this town hunting for me like wild. We got to get out of this damn town early tomorrow morning."
She sat up and her breasts bounced and jiggled delightfully. "Not a chance in hell I can go tomorrow. Three days, then I slip away right after the big dance."
"In the meantime I get nailed by that Secret Service guy or the local sheriff. He must have twenty wanted telegrams about me sent out all along the river by now. Look, I got to leave tomorrow mornmg.
She pushed him gently back on the bed and played with his beginning of an erection.
"Baby, you always think better after you've been sucked off. You want me to do a mouth job on you right now?"
"No. Not yet. Get on your hands and knees, woman, and spread them just a little."
"Oh, glory, he's gonna do a doggie. Yeah. Love it."
She dropped on her hands and knees on the bed and Doug went behind her. A moment later she moaned in delight and almost at once she climaxed again.
"Love it!" she shouted, then they both fell forward and he kept working until he climaxed quickly and fell on top of her in total exhaustion.
He rolled away and gave a big sigh before he fell to sleep. She knew how he was after a good one. Slowly Amy nodded, then she eased off the bed, pulled on her clothes and made sure he was still sleeping. She thought of taking his clothes, but he had a whole bag full.
She went to the dresser top and looked at the bearer bonds. It took her only a moment to decide. She scooped them up, arranged them in one neat stack, then pushed them inside her blouse and around to her back. She made sure her blouse was tucked in well and buttoned securely, then she eased the door open and left. All she had to do was hide out somewhere until the police caught him. Maybe he'd get scared and decide to go downriver today.
Amy grinned. Now let her father try to boss her around. He always had held her allowance over her head. Now she had more money than he did. She scowled for a minute.
"Damn, I should have taken that thirtythousand of my ransom money as well."
She shrugged, and walked across the street. She knew exactly where she would hide until poor Doug got out of town or was caught by the police. He'd never find her there.
Back in the hotel room, Doug Chandler woke up five minutes after Amy had left. He reached for her, then his eyes snapped open and he sat up. Her clothes weren't on the floor where she had thrown them. She wasn't in the room. He leaped off the bed and checked the bearer bonds on the dresser.
Gone, all of them.
"Damn that bitching whore!" he shouted. He quickly picked up all the bills off the bed and stuffed them into his traveling case. Then he dressed and found his door key.
She had stolen the bonds from him. How did she think she could get away with it? He knew her better than she knew herself. He had been thinking where she would go. There was no chance she would go home. The governor would control her then. He grinned. Yeah, he had it. He knew exactly where she would go. It would be the last place that she would think he would look for her. He was certain she would be there.
Ten minutes later, Doug stepped into the office of the Shrine School of Our Lady of Grace. It was one of the best schools in Little Rock. Even though Amy wasn't Catholic, her father had sent her to the school to help him pull in the Catholic vote. Doug had been there once before when Amy took some presents to her ex-teachers. This was the one place in the whole state where she could feel safe.
Sister Mary Benedict came out smiling as always. Her pale white hands were folded in front of her habit and she nodded.
"Yes, sir, what might we do for you today?"
"I was supposed to meet Amy Hellman here. Has she arrived yet?"
"Oh, actually she has, just a few minutes ago. She's talking right now with Sister Mary Utley. Why don't you come down this way."
The nun led him to a door that had no name or number on it. She nodded at the door and walked briskly away, confident that she had done the right thing.
Doug opened the door and grinned. Amy stared at him in disbelief. The nun had her back to him. He motioned to Amy who stood and smiled at the nun.
"Sister Mary Utley, I have to go now. I'm glad we had a chance to have this little talk. I'll see what I can do about that new slateboard you need for your classroom."
The nun nodded and smiled at Doug who waved.
He caught Amy's arm and propelled her out of the room, down the hall and out a side door. "Neat. Where do you have the bonds?"
He saw the bulge at her back and touched her blouse there. He could feel the heavy paper bonds.
"Good, little girl, but not quite good enough."
"Yeah? What am I supposed to get out of all this? Just your big prick poking me now and then? You haven't even given me my fifteen-thousand, my half of the ransom money. I left you all fiftythousand. You should have been happy at that." She looked at him and saw the anger on his face. "Where the hell we going?"
"Down by the river, where do you think. You stole from me. I'll put up with almost anything else. I know you got dicked a lot by
my three robbers. That I don't worry about. They can't break your body. But nobody steals from me. Nobody."
"Hey, you get the bonds back. Look, I'll get them for you right now."
She started to unbutton her blouse, but he stopped her. He turned her around and lifted her blouse from her skirt and took out the bonds. He slid them inside his open shirt and then buttoned it.
"Now the bonds are in a safe place."
"So, we're even," Amy said, backing away from him. They were on a side street with only two stores on it and a few houses. It ended half a block down at the water. There was no dock here.
"Not quite even, little girl. You stole from me. That's unforgivable."
"So what? You stole from my father, from old man Lowell, from the railroad. You're no better than me."
"I didn't steal from you."
"You did. You stole my fifteen-thousand. You weren't going to give it to me."
Doug grinned. "Yeah, forgot about that. Yeah, I stole your fifteen-thousand, so sue me."
"I should kill you, you bastard. You never intended to take me with you, did you?"
Doug stopped when they came to the edge of the water. There were some small trees and brush growing there. He pushed her into the brush until they were nearly out of sight of the nearest house.
"Actually, I did plan on taking you with me to New Orleans. I wanted to show you off, show off your big tits. But now, I can't do that. You stole from me."
"So leave, go by yourself."
"You have to be punished for stealing from me." He hit her with his fist right on the side of her jaw. She cried out in pain and surprise and fell to the ground. He dropped beside her, his knee on her chest, pinning her to the ground.
"You stole from me, Amy, unforgivable. You've got to be punished for that."
He saw the fear in her eyes, and clamped his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. Then he took a knife from his boot and cut her blouse open. The blade was sharp. He made a three-inch slice across her right breast from the base up to the nipple.
She surged against his hand, screaming, but the sound came out only a gurgle.
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