Silver, Gold And Deception: Catalina Wilde Western Adventure (Half Breed Haven Book 4)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  Oaksford reached into his shirt pocket for a couple of shells, hoping to reload before his opponent could make another move. His hopes were in vain, however, as she grabbed her bullwhip. Just as he raised the gun, the tip of the whip snaked out and wrapped itself around the gun barrel. She yanked on the whip, jerking the gun from his hand. This time it sailed through the air and dropped to the ground.

  The wagon was rolling ever faster down the hill. Suddenly, Catalina noticed how close to the tracks they were, and how close to them the train was. She calculated that when the wagon wheels hit the tracks one of two things would happen: either the wagon would stop so abruptly that it would tip upwards, spilling them out, or else it would simply stop on the tracks right in the path of the oncoming train. Neither scenario was acceptable to her.

  Ian, seeing her expression, glanced over his shoulder and quickly came to the same conclusion that she had.

  “Jump!” she hollered at him.

  He looked around at the train again.

  “Jump, you fool!” she screamed again. “Do you want to die like this?”

  “Maybe,” he said, his shoulders slumping as the fight went out of him. “I’m just sick of it all. I’ve lost everything. I’m not good enough for Noelle, I’m wanted for killing that stupid bank teller, and I killed my wife. I probably deserve to die. This is as good a way as any—better than a hangin’.”

  “Yeah, well, you’re not getting off this easy,” Catalina growled as she grabbed a handful of his shirt front. With one mighty shove, she pushed Ian off the wagon and followed him to the ground just as the wagon rolled the last ten feet onto the tracks.

  If she’d been looking, she’d have seen the ashen face of the engineer, his hand locked onto the handle of the blaring whistle, as he looked first at them and then at the wagon as the cowcatcher on the front of the locomotive plowed into the wagon, sending splintered wood up into the air and scattering it over a wide area of desert floor on either side of the tracks.

  The train had passed by the time the pair caught their breaths, still lying face to face in the desert dust.

  “Now whajda go and do that for?” Ian demanded weakly.

  “Because,” Catalina said. “You’ve got a lot to answer for, and I want to see you stand trial for your crimes. I’m pretty sure you’ll hang this time. No getting’ away clean by that scoundrel lawyer of yours. You oughta hang twice—once for your wife and once for the bank teller. But you’ve only got one neck, so you’ll get off easy. Better yet, maybe you’ll get a life sentence just so you can suffer for the rest of your life. Maybe they’ll even send you to Yuma. That’d be the best place for ya. As for now, Sherriff Knox has got a real nice cell for you to get al comfortable in over in Gillespie!”

  CHAPTER 3

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  At the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the Dorrett’s living quarters above the furniture store, Naomi wordlessly slipped her hand into Catalina’s but had said nothing. Their entire walk over from Doctor Duncan’s office had been in silence. Not that there hadn’t been plenty that was said between the two before.

  Naomi had thanked her profusely for bringing Oaksford to justice and her gratitude became even more fervent when she had relayed her near fight to the death with the abuser ending in the narrow escape as the train blasted the wagon into so much kindling.

  They had left the doctor’s office where Noelle was resting comfortably under the care of the physician and his daughter. They had promised to look after her for the night but didn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t be able to return to her home at the shop come morning.

  Now, with her hand in Naomi's, she felt a gentle tug as Naomi began to pull her upstairs towards some decidedly unfinished business. Once in front of the room, Naomi released her grasp and swung the door open as Catalina brushed away a strand of her wavy black hair with her finger and stepped into Naomi’s room for the second time that day. This time she noticed that the bright rays of the sun slithering through the opening windows that she had basked in earlier had been reduced to fading, dim yellow beams from the setting sun behind the San Ysidro Range to the west of Alamieda.

  Catalina had passed Naomi and now the woman was right behind her and she turned to face the young blonde. There was no question they were both anxious to finish what they had started earlier. Reaching behind her back Naomi felt for the door and when she located it she slammed it shut.

  For her part Naomi found her heart beating so fast she wondered if it were possible to come out of her chest. This was a moment long in coming…actually years in coming she realized. Ever since the day when she had returned to the schoolhouse in Alamieda. A week earlier she graduated from the school and it was closed for the summer but she knew she would find her teacher there. Miss Evangeline Summers had not only been her teacher but she had become her friend and she felt she could confide anything to the woman.

  It had taken her a good half hour of beating around the bush before she came clean with Eva. She was confused. The church, society everything said she should not be having these feelings she was having for other young women. Naomi was beside herself with guilt and shame and she didn’t know what to do with these feelings.

  That had been when Eva had sent a shockwave through Naomi when she confessed upon her arrival in Alamieda she had embarked on an affair with another woman, a beautiful, fiery Mexican woman and their time together had been unlike anything she had ever known. They had talked for hours that day and Naomi had left with a new outlook that didn’t’ include self-denial. Over the course of the next couple of years, with talk being what it was she soon learned the Mexican woman in question had been one of the four notorious mixed raced sisters from the ranching empire on the outskirts of town. Catalina Wilde.

  Determined to have her first experience with a woman she knew it had to be Catalina. It just had to be. The way Eva had spoken of her. Naomi had gone out of her way to strike up a friendship and that friendship had finally lead to earlier in the day when she had at last worked up the nerve to invite Catalina to this very room.

  Naomi stared at the busty woman standing before. She thought Catalina was beautiful; goddess-like. Her eyes ran from her lovely hair and rested on the large mounds protruding from her chest.

  A shy woman, normally she would turn her face away or look down while attempting to come to terms with her shyness, but not now. She gazed at Catalina with a certain longing curiosity, as a child would at gifts piled beneath a Christmas tree.

  Naomi's mind drifted back to the feel of Catalina's body earlier, and suddenly she felt the heat stir up within her. Catalina was watching, her nearly steel black eyes dazzling and dancing and her mouth pursed in a half smirk–it was as if she could tell what was going through Naomi's mind.

  Catalina wriggled her arms and shook her shoulders, making her straining breasts shake and threaten to burst the seams of her blouse.

  "So, darlin’ now exactly where were we before that Oaksford jasper decided to darken the day?" She said, exposing beautiful white teeth.

  Naomi's eyes remained fixed on Catalina's breasts, watching as they heaved with her breathing and shook with her movement as the heat within her had fanned into a fire now.

  "I believe you were naked." She said and in a fleeting moment, she rushed towards Catalina lustfully her blue eyes darkening with desire.

  Catalina welcomed her into a warm embrace. She let Naomi effortlessly smash her lips against hers as the younger woman frantically tasted the insides of her mouth with her tongue kissing her with so much abandon it surprised Catalina. She eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Naomi's neck.

  She had been right earlier. There was indeed raging fire buried deep in Naomi Dorrett. As they continued to kiss passionately Catalina felt butterflies at the pit of her stomach and marveled at how this change in Naomi turned her on far beyond the attraction she had felt for her during their first foray into this room.

  Slowly Catalina broke off the kiss, as the pair
of almost black and blue eyes locked onto each other with longing and trust. They were both hungry and desperately in need of each other and it reflected in both their eyes. Catalina felt shivers course through her at the thought of ravishing that youthful body in all its innocence, running her lips around every possible crevice, made her breathing increase in tempo. Suddenly she felt Naomi’s hand on the back of her head pulling her closer.

  She covered her lips with hers and sucked on them, kissing her hungrily. The kiss was longer this time; sloppier and hotter. Naomi didn't give her a chance to react as her hand was firmly locked in Catalina's hair as she ran her lips across her cheek and kissed her neck and then reached for her breasts giving them a squeeze before her fingers took a hold of the buttons of Catalina’s blouse.

  Naomi's fingers expertly worked the buttons of her shirt and in a few seconds freed the thin clothing from Catalina’s shoulders. As soon as her blouse floated to the floor and her breasts were visible and Naomi took a step back and glared hungrily at the freed melons.

  Catalina smiled then, this new Naomi amused her. She'd seen this before with first-timers, like the young woman Melinda Novack from Godspell. That girl had seemed like a caged animal that had just been set loose. As with Melinda, she decided she would let the animal take control and see where it lead.

  Naomi smiled and bent her head capturing one of Catalina's dark nipples in her mouth and suckled it sending a rising excitement through her body. She reached for Catalina's left ear with her tongue. Slowly, she licked every inch of it while Catalina moaned loudly.

  Suddenly Naomi dropped to her knees and quickly removed Catalina's boots followed by yanking Catalina’s jeans downward and Catalina obliged her by stepping out of them. From below Naomi looked up at her with those big blue eyes and began choking out the words, “I want to… I want to know how you taste down there.”

  “Definitely tastier than honey, that’s for damn sure Naomi! And you will but first aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?” she laughed as she reached down and pulled her lover to her feet. “That there dress. Take it off while I watch.”

  She saw excitement brighten in Naomi’s eyes as she Naomi slowly inched backward and began to loosen the straps of her dress. She let the material gradually slide off her smooth and spotless skin too. Immediately she unstrapped her corset, Catalina held her hand and pulled her towards her.

  Catalina dug her teeth tenderly into the edges of her plum melon-shaped breasts. Both dangled into her palms as Naomi hurriedly got rid of her bra. She didn’t bother to suck each nipple; she just held both between her thumb and index finger and squeezed hard until the tiny buds sprung to life and became hard.

  Having stripped at Catalina’s request, the newly assertive Naomi took control again and slowly backed Catalina to the bed, gently pushing the lovely Mexican onto it until she was laying down. She began kissing her all over, moving her lips along the fine lines of her body. As her tongue traced the taut muscles of Catalina’s stomach a lock of Naomi’s sandy blonde hair touched Catalina and she jerked up at the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. Catalina watched as Naomi slowly but seductively pulled back the hair.

  She kissed Catalina's thighs and when she reached Catalina's mound, she paused just between her legs and hesitated for a moment or two. Breathing heavily now Naomi gently inserted her three middle fingers deep within her. Catalina screamed softly, in pleasure as she began to work them vigorously.

  "Damn nice." Catalina moaned.

  "One must learn to take care of themselves after all. It's not like every day a woman gets to share a moment like this…actually not like any day in my life." She whispered to Catalina.

  “You keep that up darlin’ and I’m gonna lose it I swear.” Catalina purred.

  “Oh, no. Not yet!” Naomi said as she slowly withdrew her fingers taking in her womanly scent and feeling the wetness of Catalina’s arousal that had soaked her fingers. Catalina saw in Naomi’s eyes, the combination of these only served to further stoke the fire within in her. Naomi began teasing her as she was soon kissing her inner thighs and coming so tantalizingly close.

  Catalina tried several times to grab hold of the girl's breasts, but each time she hit her hand down. As a result of this, it built up her own frustrating fire within her body which made her wriggle and groan. She wanted to take the girl; it was beautiful in a funny way, the animal passion Naomi was using, but Catalina, being who she was, felt soon it would be time for her to take back control.

  Naomi seemed to have other ideas however when after a minute when she ordered her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. Amused to see where this was going Catalina complied. Naomi knelt behind her then, caressing each of Catalina's thighs and then hurriedly traced kisses along the curves of her heart shaped ass that she like her sisters had been blessed with. A moment later as Catalina closed her eyes she felt Naomi’s lips closing around her pleasure button. A numbing jolt coursed through her entire body as Naomi’s lips seemed to be kissing away everywhere and all at once.

  The fire burned ever brighter within her and she found herself admiring how good Naomi was at pleasuring another woman on her first try. Catalina felt all the tension of the long day, with its fisticuffs, gunplay and near death by locomotive fall away. Her only thought was she had to have this woman and now was the time to once become the Alpha.

  Catalina rose up and turned to Naomi on her knees and gently pushed Naomi onto her back.

  “You sure as sugar are good at this honey…and now I’m gonna give you as good as you gave me! That’s a promise!” she said licking her lips to a look of delight on Naomi’s face.

  Naomi closed her eyes as Catalina’s mouth found her erect nipple, nubile in its firmness. She let soft moans escape from her lips, her hands playing with Catalina’s ebony hair as the Latina alternated from one nipple to the other. She clearly was enjoying the feel of Catalina's wet tongue encircling her firm breasts and the soft tickling on her thighs as exploring fingers looped away from them and then trailed through the tangle of blonde hair entering her most private of parts, where only Naomi’s own fingers had explored on cold, lonely Arizona nights.

  "Don't fight it, sweet stuff." Catalina purred softly as she felt Naomi stiffen and shiver, moaning loudly and gasping. Now it was really time to get down to business.

  Catalina, in a move that came easily to her now in the years she expanded her sexuality from not only men to women, spun around and straddled Naomi in a sixty-nine configuration. Each woman began to explore with both tongues and fingers at a frenzied pace, neither realizing how dark the room had gotten since the sun's exit for the day. There was no other world beyond Naomi's canopy bed.

  “I’m cumming soon!” Naomi yelled at her.

  “You and me both darlin’” she panted back at her as their yen for a yang position drove them towards their climax faster than they could handle. Catalina felt her muscles clenching for release at the same time that Naomi’s thighs shuddered violently. The room echoed with the sounds of their loud moans as a rippling orgasm finally washed over them.

  Catalina had never been known for cuddling but this experience had left her in an exhausted state of exhilaration. She rolled off Naomi and slid up and lay beside her nuzzling her neck and feeling the light heaving of her chest as they drifted off to sleep as nightfall swept over Alamieda.

  CHAPTER 4

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  CEDAR LEDGE RANCH

  ALAMIEDA

  ARIZONA TERRITORY

  1873

  The next morning, one of Cedar Ledge’s barns was awash in the rays of the morning sun. The barn, a large four-walled wooden building, was built strategically on a hilltop at the edge of the south Cedar Ledge pasture. A short distance straight out from the front of the barn was the edge of the sloping hill where Catalina could be found sitting cross-legged on the ground. From this vantage point, she could see with a glint of admiration one of the dirt roads that led to the ranch. Beside the road, running effortlessly and be
autifully along its own path was the Rock River that ran through the entire Cedar Ledge empire. The river, along with the lonely dirt road, seemed like endless and always-spinning parallel forms, always looking different whenever she stared down at them from this spot.

  Catalina had spent the early morning singlehandedly getting a new wheel ready for one of the ranch wagons; a task which had taken her long enough to get her somewhat exhausted. The wagon was still resting on wooden blocks made by Blue River at the Wilde’s timber mill until she was ready to fit in the wheel and its bolts, but she had thought she could take the rest of the morning off with a hasty bath and a short nap. Her schedule had, however, untimely changed.

  After her bath and her swift change into western jeans, the rounded flat brim hat all the Wilde sisters, except Honor, of course, who refused to wear hats, loved to wear, and a black vest over a snug blue denim shirt that clung to her body with one too many buttons undone, she had climbed to this special spot. Catalina was not alone on this morning as she sat staring down at the beautiful Cedar Ledge world beneath the hill. Her old friend, Ruth Anne, had come calling, and there was no way she was having that quick nap when such an alluring woman was beside her. Having been served some of the old housekeeper, Mrs. Chow’s famous lemonade, they both sat at the edge of the hill now, Catalina often stealing a glance at her friend who sat on an overturned bucket Cattie had scrounged up in the barn.