Lillian giggled at the heads turning toward her. "This is so much fun," she said. "And all those old biddies over there are shocked right down to their fat bellies. This red wine is good. I always forget if it's red wine with meat or with fish."
"I don't remember either," Spur said. "But tonight I wanted red wine, so we have red wine."
They finished the dinner with large pieces of cinnamon apple pie covered with the new topping the whole town was talking about, ice cream.
Spur left a 50 cent tip on the table and they strolled outside. Lillian had caught his arm and stared back at any of the matrons in the room who were brave enough to glance at her.
"Oh, that was delicious," Lillian said. "Just to see their faces. They think whores aren't people, they really do. I've heard them talk when they didn't know I was listening."
They stopped on the boardwalk. It was dark out by then. She held his arm tightly so it pressed against her breast.
"If you don't have nothing special planned, be proud to invite you to my place. I've got some good sippin' whiskey and a fine soft bed. I figure I owe you an all-nighter for you taking me to dinner with all them damned snobs."
Spur smiled down at her in the semi-darkness cut by the spill of light from the restaurant's windows.
"That's real good sippin' whiskey?"
"Damn good. I paid four dollars a bottle for it in Little Rock."
"The bed is good and soft?"
"Featherbed, none better." She paused, then leaned close to him and whispered. "Course, the fucking is first rate, six times at least I'd say by the way you're pushing your arm against my tit."
Spur chuckled. "Might be that I could do with a little relaxing at that. Why don't we continue on to your small abode."
A few minutes later in her house, Lillian scratched a match and lit a coal oil lamp she had left near the door on a small table. She pulled the blinds, then lit another lamp in the living room. Lillian set Spur down in a big soft couch, moved a foot stool out for him and grinned.
"Be back in a minute with the good stuff"
When she returned, she had a tray with a bottle of whiskey, two glasses and a bowl of salted peanuts. She sat down beside him, then pushed over until she pressed against his side with her whole body. She snuggled against his shoulder and waved at the drinks.
"Give it a try. Best in the house."
Spur poured a small drink and tasted it, just a sip. He closed his eyes and smacked his lips.
"Lady, that is fine whiskey. I thank you." He put the glass down and turned to her. "Now, we finish with this and then we won't talk about it again. Did you know anything about the plans to rob the train, or to kidnap the girl?"
"No, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Doug was poking me now and then, but he never let drop one hint about the train. First I knew of it was when I heard about it on the street. Then in the newspaper."
"When did he sic you on me?"
"Same day you hit town, two days after the robbery."
"What did he tell you to do?"
"Find out why you were in town, which he already knew, and to find out what you knew about the robbery and about him and his family."
"Wasn't much to tell him, was there?"
"No, but he had to pay me just the same."
"You don't mind being a spy?"
"It's a living. A girl needs every dollar she can scrape up to keep her ass in motion."
Spur grinned. "Your grilling is over." He caught the glass and sipped at the whiskey again. He looked at her face, then pointedly down at her breasts still stretching the white blouse. "I'd say it's time we take the whiskey and glasses and test out that feather bed you're so proud of."
"First, a stand-up."
"A stand up? Have you ever tried one before?"
"No, but a friend of mine has. She says it's nothing too wild. It's like a real quick one where you don't even have to get undressed, not even your shoes. Just open your fly and whip it out." Lillian giggled. "Oh, yeah, I really want to try it. Unless you don't think you can."
"Done it before," Spur said. He grinned as she began to undress. The white blouse came first. He held her hands and did the buttons for her, caressing her breasts through the soft fabric, pleased when he saw she had nothing on under the blouse. He parted the fabric and caught both her big breasts.
"You can do all the encouraging you want to, lover. I enjoy this part of it the most."
Spur stepped back and let her get out of her skirt and two short petticoats. A minute later she stood there in front of him nude and posing. He could see that she enjoyed her work.
"Now, it's your turn," she said. She went to her knees in front of where he stood and opened his fly, then began to dig out his erection. She gave up and he did the job leaving his belt buckled.
"My gawd, I forget how big you really are, even coming out of your fly." She bent and kissed the tip of his penis and then stood. "I'm ready, I'm ready," she said.
Spur went to the door and leaned back against it. Solid enough. He turned.
"You put your hands around my neck and lace your fingers together." She did.
"Now, jump up and wrap your legs around my waist. Hang on good with your hands so you don't fall on your head."
"Really? Jump up?"
"I can lift your legs if you're too old and decrepit to do it yourself."
She laughed at him, held his neck tightly and jumped upward. Her legs lanced around his back and Spur caught them and held her a minute.
"Now, can you cross your ankles, lock them?"
She could.
He turned slowly and let her back lean against the solid door.
"That makes it easier," she said.
He lifted her hips away from him, moved his erection so they would match and slowly drove into her wet and ready slot.
"Oh, damn!" Lillian shrilled. "Damn, damn. I never felt anything like that in a thousand times. How the hell you do that? That is so wonderful. Just-"
Before she could finish, she exploded in a climax that almost tore her body out of his. She surged and humped and bucked and snorted and her breath came like a steam engine. Her whole body racked with spasm after spasm that brought forth a long series of rumbling moans that finished in a shrill keening that echoed throughout the house.
She tapered off only to start again and go through the whole series of reactions, always end ing in the keening that pierced through the whole house.
Sweat formed on her upper lip and her brow. Her chest turned pink from the orgasm and she was panting and humping again and again. At last she gave one final thrust with her hips and quieted.
"I guess she didn't like it," Spur said.
Lillian couldn't talk. Her eyes rolled and she nodded that she indeed had enjoyed it as she tried to get her breath back and her whole body functioning again.
She opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Fantastic," she wheezed. "Marvelous." Then her eyes closed again and she gave a big sigh. Her inner muscles began to work on him a moment later, gripping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing. Spur gave an automatic humping motion with his hips and he was off.
He pounded upward, driving her against the wall and then lancing as deep as he could on each double push thrust. He set up a double timed rhythm and she opened one eye and squealed. "I'm coming again."
He couldn't wait for her or even feel her movements. He was too much involved with his own building passions. Again and again he thrust and she reacted. He drove again and then he knew that the end of the world had come. Stars exploded and galaxies spun off and merged and clustered and the sun roared at the earth at terrifying speed and vaporized the whole planet in one gigantic fire ball as the whole universe shattered and imploded and soon there was nothing left but one gigantic black hole that had swallowed up all matter, except Spur and Lillian who pounded again and again until they both sagged against the wall in total exhaustion.
Slowly Spur let his knees bend and Lillian slid down the wall. They both s
at on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs he wasn't sure they could ever unjumble.
They soon tipped over and lay on the floor, separated, but clinging together trying to extend the thrill.
Spur moved first. He edged upward until he was sitting and stared at the naked form below him. She lay on her side, one delicious breast resting against his leg. Her knees were drawn up shadowing her crotch and one hand rested against his crotch and his shrunken penis.
Her eyes drifted open, then closed, then snapped open.
"Oh, god, what a dream. I thought you were exploding the whole world and the sun was coming at us." She looked up at him. "The sun didn't hit us, did it?"
He shook his head. "Weird, that's exactly the same dream I had about everything in the universe but us vanishing into nothingness."
"Strange, but wonderful. Amazing. I don't think that I've ever-" She stopped. "Maybe I say that too much. But this time it's true. It's never been as good as that time. Not ever. Not since my first time when I lost my virginity when I was fourteen."
"Fourteen? Why did you wait so long?"
"I was shy," she said, grinning.
"I bet. Where's that whiskey?"
They found it, then lay on the bed each with a glass. They sipped at the whiskey and then she put down her glass and gently removed all of his clothes. She sat over his naked body admiring him.
"I've never seen a man with more scars than you have. Bullet holes, knife slashes, you do live a dangerous life."
"Like that fresh bullet hole in my left arm?"
"Is that what that is? I figured I had bitten you when I was going wild."
"You did, but you bit me on the neck."
They laughed and sipped at the whiskey.
"You don't have to leave tonight, do you?"
"Nope. Oh, one more little business thing we need to talk about. One loose end to make it all neat, then no more talk about the robberykidnapping-murders. Did you ever see the trainman, Clancy Steffens, talking with Doug?"
"No. I don't know Clancy, he didn't come to the house when I was there. Nobody did."
"Now, think carefully. Did you ever hear Doug talk to the other men about Clancy. Mention the name, even?"
"The name does sound familiar. The more you say it. The first night I went there was the day you came to town. He sent word to me. He was talking with the three men who had evidently been back from the robbery the day or so before. Yes, I remember. He talked to the big one."
"Knute Safire?"
"Yes, Knute. I remember Doug saying that he'd be right back, he had to go pay off Clancy. He turned back to Knute. Then he said, `I just hope you didn't hurt Clancy. I promised him that he wouldn't get hurt.'"
"Yes, that figures. I had a hunch that Clancy was an inside man on this all along. They got in and out of that express car too quickly to get two locks open."
"So, you going to talk to Clancy?"
"Tomorrow. If he's still in town tonight, he'll be here tomorrow. Doubt if he'll be back on duty yet. The company might be investigating him right now as well."
Spur eased down on the pillows on the bed and sipped at the whiskey. Lillian spilled some spots of whiskey on Spur's chest and bent and licked them off. He nodded. She poured on some that ran down across his belly into his hairy thatch at his crotch.
She licked the whiskey off him, working lower.
"Keep going, darlin'. Just keep going on that whiskey trail," Spur said. She did.
The next morning, Lillian fixed a big breakfast for Spur and herself and they lingered over their second cups of coffee.
"Don't tell me you have to leave town soon. I'm not ready for you to go."
Spur smiled and touched her hand across the table. "I still have to confront Clancy. I'm not sure how it will go. I don't think he'll break down and confess, which will make it a lot harder."
"Not much evidence against him?"
"Not with three of the four of the train robbery conspirators dead, the fourth one, Sully, in jail, and maybe he's decided not to talk after all. Sully could be a problem. Our evidence against him is weak."
"So Sully could get off?" Lillian asked.
"Could, but we'll come up with something to charge him with that will stick. You'll have to testify that you saw him in the hideout house here in town and that you heard him bragging about the train robbery. Can you do that?"
"Sure, why not. I heard him."
Spur grinned, drained the coffee and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thanks for breakfast and everything else." He grinned. "Now I better go see Clancy."
It took him ten minutes to find the right house again. Spur knocked on the door and the man's wife answered with a baby in her arms. She was a thin, waif of a woman who probably got pregnant if a man smiled at her. She was tall, with soft red hair, freckles and a pretty face.
"Clancy? He ain't here. Who you?"
"I came to see him the other day. Where can I find him?"
"Went to work, leastwise he went down to the station. Wants to get back to work, but they still investigating the robbery."
Spur thanked her and hurried to the train station. The stationmaster said Clancy was there, in the trainmen's rooms at the end of the station.
"I'll let you in this way, `cause that outside door is always locked and you don't got no key."
The trainmen's rooms were locker rooms, and dressing rooms where they could get into their uniforms and a small lounge. Mostly the conductors and brakemen used the area. Spur saw Clancy sitting at a table playing solitaire.
"Clancy Steffens?" Spur asked standing over him.
He tried to stand. Spur put his hand on his shoulder. "That's all right, you can stay seated. I'll get a chair, too. I need to talk to you again. Remember when we talked the last time?
"Yes. I remember."
"Good. I thought you might have thought of something that would help us now that a week's passed. We have a prisoner, Scully Whisper. Do you know him?"
"No.
"Have you ever seen him?"
"Hard to say. I see a lot of people in my job."
"Clancy. May I call you, Clancy?"
The man nodded.
"Good. You must know that two of the train robbers are dead. The big one called Knute Safire, and the tall thin one by the name of Russ Dolan. The man who set up the whole robbery and kidnapping is dead too, Doug Chandler. Did you know that?"
"Didn't know about the one you called Safire. Big guy who came into the car and blew the safe?"
"That was the one. Before they died, the men told us some interesting facts. Some of them about you."
Clancy laughed softly. "McCoy, a big Government agent like you knows that dead men can't testify. Now if they had writ something down and signed it before a judge, that would be real evidence. I told you. I didn't know the three men who robbed me. I didn't help them. They knocked me out, for crying out loud. I'm still trying to get my job back. I don't need you nosing around here."
"Oh, I don't think you should plan on getting your job back. Letting one man blow your safe without even a blast in protest from your shotgun, makes the company a little suspicious."
"The explosion on the outside door stunned me. I couldn't hear or see. Told you that. He was all over me before I could get my shotgun off the rack."
"I wonder about that, Mr. Steffens. Sully has been singing for us in jail like a mocking bird. Did you know that? He talks to a man every morning and he writes down what Sully says, with witnesses. He's told us just about the whole story of the robbery.
"He says you got fifteen-hundred dollars for your part. Not bad. That must be three years pay for you, I'd say. Is that about right?"
Clancy shook his head, stood and walked around the chair. He sat down again. "Told you, I didn't help in the robbery. I didn't get any part of any payment. If I had a thousand, five-hundred dollars in real money, you think I'd stay in this hell hole?"
"Sully tells it different. Oh, we'll give him a lighter sentence f
or his testimony. I'd say you're in big trouble."
"His word against mine. No jury would convict me on that kind of evidence."
Spur smiled, took out a fresh brown cigar and bit off the tip, then licked it all over and lit it. He puffed on it until it was going well, then blew out a mouthful of smoke.
"We've got a second witness. A person who saw you in the hideout house here in town with the other two robbers and with Doug Chandler. This witness will testify that you bragged about your part in the robbery. How they couldn't have done it without you."
"I never was at any hideout house." Clancy snorted. "Hey, Mister Hotshot Detective, that's still just somebody's word against mine. You don't have any kind of a case against me."
"Sully will see that you spend at least ten years in prison. He's our ace in the hole on this hand. Better think it over."
Clancy stood again and stared hard at Spur. "I knew that you'd try to scare me. I ain't done nothing, so I don't admit to nothing."
A trainman came into the room, looked around and walked over to Clancy.
"Hey, got a wire in for you. Looks like it's from your boss."
Clancy took the envelope, shot a glance at Spur, then tore it open. The folded wire that came out was a full page long. Clancy read it quickly, scowled, then read it again more slowly the second time.
"Damn it!" he bellowed.
Spur grinned. "Damn, Clancy, you get some bad news?"
"None of your business."
"Oh, but it is. Your employers are not happy over the fact that they would have been liable for a hundred and twenty thousand dollars in losses from that robbery. I know they've been carrying on their own investigation."
"The bastards."
"Yeah, true. A lot of people get upset when they look at a loss of a hundred and twenty thousand dollars."
Clancy turned around and walked out of the room. Spur followed him into the station. Clancy went to the station master and talked a minute, then headed for the door. Spur cut him off and held up his hand.
"Clancy, we can go on talking here or through the bars of your jail cell, which do you want?"
Clancy turned, sweat beading his forehead. "Told you all I'm going to tell you. Arrest me if you want to. I'm going right now to find a lawyer to talk to. He'll stop you bothering me."
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