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This is and will get progressively more ADULT. (PG14) I think it stays within the site rules. If it offends let me know and I'll pull it.
Chapter 2
The day was hot, humid, and perfect for the rich growing things in sub-tropical Nebrasky. That evening Samson mounted his steed, Ebony. He preferred his comings and goings to be unobserved. He rode east all night at a moderate pace. The Coffee Mountains were a long way off and he had to be prepared for those interested in his purse or his latest endeavor.
Toward morning he did, in fact, encounter a trio of masked highwaymen, two with their guns drawn, standing in the narrow of the road as it headed down the steep side of a canyon to a fast running river below. Samson held back his horse and took in the scene. The middleman, with his hands on his hips, was obviously the leader of these miscreants. The other two were probably kin and were amateurs. They held back in the shadows. Samson spoke quietly addressing the middle and clearly older man before he could bluster in the attempt to create the sense that they, instead of Samson, had the upper hand.
"You don't want to deal with me citizen on this morn." Samson said in a low growl "I have been riding for the whole of the night and find myself unfortunately in a bleak and worrisome mood."
The older man was undaunted.
"Dear sir, forgive us if we accelerate that darkening mood for which you are now plagued. But we too have had to endure each other’s company all night waiting for you. I can't speak for my companions, but as for me, I too am in a bleak and horrible mood. Moods, yours or mine, is not currently the issue. We mean to have your purse, your weapons and your horse."
"I don't think so…you've gotten old and you are not as sharp as you used to be …Benning."
The man balked just slightly. Samson continued seated easily on his statue - still horse.
His eyes took in the whole of the scene. Escape was difficult. That was unfortunate for these brash and desperate would-be thieves.
"You already have a bullet in your hip from me old man. Why would you risk one that takes your life? I like you and we have done business in the past. I don't like killing my associates. I will however have to kill the two dogs next to you."
The two men already had their guns drawn and attempted to shoot the black-garbed man on the impossibly black horse. It didn’t go as they planned.
Samson drew so fast, firing the silenced guns, that the old man still stared ahead not noticing his men flying backwards and slamming to the ground, dead. Samson pointed his right gun at the older highwayman while he holstered the left. The old man never even drew his gun.
"Things must be bad Benning. Why don't you have your gun out? If you needed a job why didn't you just ask? Take off that ridiculous mask."
Benning sat down hard in the dirt, removed his mask and stared at Samson. He sighed deeply wiping his sweating brow with a rag.
"If I had my gun out you would have killed me 'cause you would have finally tired of my stupidity. I was afraid to contact you 'cause you would have told me I was too old, that certainly would be the truth. My knees hurt, my bowels don't function like they should, my hip ain't been right since you shot me; not that I didn't have it coming. … I was gonna do the public service of killing those two back there…" He used his thumb to point to the dead men. "Both those idiots snored all night and I got so depressed I figured you would just kill us all here on the road and my repentant soul would be carried angel-winged out of this cursed world."
"Put bullets in your empty gun and get up." Samson holstered the other pistol and dismounted. The old man just sat in the dirt watching Samson.
"How did you know I'd be here?" Samson asked as he walked over to the first dead man and pulled the mask off. This is Avery Drake…mule dung, the world won't miss him." He used his boot to flip over the other dead man. "I don't know this one. These aren't your sons …where are they?"
"As to the first question, your sources are getting easier and cheaper to buy. I suggest that when you get back from this adventure, if you do, you better clean house. As to the other question Jonus found a certain eager, willing and lying wench over at Falters Keep. She unfortunately was the Sheriffs daughter and her tale of the wanton violation and kidnap went a long way with her father. My son died slowly and badly."
"Too bad. I told him women would get him killed." Samson helped the old man to his feet." What about Raul?"
"Well if you killed me he would swear vengeance." Benning put bullets in his gun's chamber." Then you would have to kill him, leaving me alone in this retched world."
"Of course I would have to kill him, it would be my duty to honor his vendetta…but you would already be dead you idiot." He picked up the old mans hat, dusted it off, and handed it to him.
"If you let me live …it meant you had a job for me and he would meet us outside Falters Keep. And the Benning line would continue another day." Benning grinned from ear to ear.
"Why would I go there? It's completely out of the way. Get your horse."
Benning disappeared behind the rock and came out in a moment riding a beautiful Roan.
"The man your girl, the one you are looking for, hooked up with was a man named Leo Jordan. He is a complete moron that has stumbled along with the angel of death grasping for him at every corner and missing each time. He is a huge monster of a dimwitted man. I think she's using him as a body guard or a shield."
Samson turned his horse and started off, Benning followed. Samson threw a clod of dirt he picked up on the road and threw it off to his right. Benning drew, like lightening, and shot the clod in the air. Samson said nothing as Benning re-holstered his gun.
"We can get provisions from the Geeks. What's with the silencers on your guns?"
"I like your boys Benning…I really liked Jonus." Samson growled.
"I know you did. Thanks for not killing me."
"I may kill you later, but I don't like killing sad and depressed friends. You weren't with your boys, so I figured something was wrong …Hell! I was curious." He slowed his horse and turned to Benning and drew the guns. Benning jerked in his saddle. "New kind of gun the Geeks developed. Same nine shots and blunted rounds, shoots regular loads or these gas loads…they're pretty quiet aren't they? Could prove useful." He re-holstered making Benning relax noticeably.
"Samson those men found me…I think they are…were Elite assassins."
Samson barely nodded.
They rode hard along the canyon floor, well into the morning, in silence. The horses started to froth and needed to be cared after. Samson led them into a side canyon into a defensible sheltered glade with a spring that bubbled out of a rock face in the canyon wall. They watered and wiped down the horses. Both men used the clear water to wipe the trail dust off their faces and torsos and set up camp.
"What do you know about the girl?" Benning asked as he chewed on a piece of jerky.
Samson started a small campfire and took out his cook kit to make coffee. He put flint to steel and sparked a bundle of oat grass. The fire was up and roaring in little time and the coffee aroma filled the air. Samson rolled a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He rolled another and handed it to Benning. Benning poured them both a cup and they both sat back and enjoyed the coffee and smoke.
"Her name is Cassandra. She has some disturbing qualities. The Geeks tell you more?"
"No… just how much they were paying you to find her and that you were going alone. You 're taking a big risk. There's those thinking that killing you would raise their chance at the girl. I think you're gonna need a lot of people watching your back."
"You still carry and throw knifes like I taught you?"
"Maybe not as fast…" He reached behind his head and flipped his wrist forward. He grunted as he stood and meandered over into the bushes he pulled up a large opossum with a small throwing knife stuck well in it. "…Dinner!"
"I got you to watch my back…ten percent!" Samson pulled his hat down over his eyes.
"Ten percent is good if your girls gettable and we don't die, I'll be able to retire. The Geeks…" He grunted as he pulled the skin off the gutted animal. "…on this Sheriff, they are giving twenty-thousand in gold."
Samson lifted his brim with interest." Damn, What he do? I was going to gut him for free."
"I appreciate that. The Keep is a retro- place they got a religion says techno was what created Gods wrath. They make great public sport of killing Geeks, religion-like, slow and bloody. The way they did my boy."
"Let's lay low till dark then will cross over and ride up Canyon Run… head over to the 66 concrete strip all the way to the Keep. We'll move along the frontage. Where's you're boy, Raul, gonna be?"
"Camped under-bridge… Geeks got a Terminal Site built down an old drainage tunnel near the bridge…pretty nice the way they got it fixed up. They don't come up much with the Sheriff always looking for them."
"The Geeks will track us with an eye bird." Samson smiled pointing to the sky. "Your boy will know we're coming. That bridge is about five miles up the 66 strip. Raul still use the bow?"
"Yes he does, for a fact. No matter how many times I tell him I wished he would spend more time with a gun… it's weird. Like you, he likes the fact that it's quiet. You trust me with all this? Hell, maybe I'm falsifying and it's all a trap."
"We'll have him shoot a fire arrow with an insulting Geeky message to that sheriff. It'll bring the butchering bastard out and I'll slip into the Keep. I know a way in. You two hide and when the Sheriff comes back…"
"…extra fifteen hundred if you slit the Judges throat. His left index finger has a snake tattoo and he wears a gold-jeweled ring …just bring it with. I asked if you trusted me?"
"What token for the Sheriff?"
"His head."
"Nice, the Geeks are pissed! Your boy will run it back to the Geeks and then catch up with us. You and I move on as soon as it's done."
"He's in too?"
"Lets keep it in the family."
"Yeah…you can trust family pretty far."
"Benning you killed your own son-in-law."
"He were not my blood-kin and he was a pain in the ass… I put up with him for ten years before I'd had enough and shot him. My daughter kept hugging and kissing me for months afterwards. I guess it was all right with her. She fell in love with a Geek. He got a thing with little lights attached to his head…makes my skin crawl. My girl thinks it's cute."
"So trust is a flexible thing." Samson watched as the man spitted the animal and put it over the fire.
"Fair enough!"
* * *
Cassandra toweled out her long red hair. She had never cut it in all of her eight tears. She would normally put it up in a bun, but up here it was easier and cleaner to let it fall to her waist. She was still waist deep in the stream, her breasts hung heavily and swayed with the effort of drying her hair. She knew Leo was watching her from a blind, somewhere. Every movement she made was meant to entice and excite him. She turned into the breeze, the chill making her nipples erect. When she was this clean she was vulnerable. Her scent would be washed away and Leo would try to have her, which would be unfortunate. He was useful and killing him now would put a crimp in her plans. She strode out of the stream seductively and sniffed the air. She flipped her hair to the left and caught Leo's scent. He was hiding near the top of the waterfalls. She sniffed again. She smiled and turned her back to him, threw her hair forward over her face, bent deep at the waist drying her hair with twirling rubs of her towel, exposing her perfect heart- shaped bottom and splendid legs. She heard the grunt of pleasure and smelled him on the air. She flushed and shivered at its richness. To bad he was such an animal he had good stuff in his seed, just none of it showed up in him. He would leave her alone now and she could allow the chemicals on her skin to secrete it's magic. She sat down on a blanket and relaxed.
She wondered about this man Samson. She knew from the Geek Web, she hacked, that he was a dangerous man and probably wouldn't be easy to shake. It was clear that Leo wasn't a match for him. The info on him was way too sketchy and that made her nervous. She lie down on her back and let the sun warm up her skin. A little color would be good. Her skin wouldn't tan, blemish or burn, insects didn't bite her and she was hard to bruise or break. Her obvious femininity was in direct contrast to the work of her DNA. She truly was a work of perilous art. Licking her full lips she allowed her mind to float.
She came into womanhood, her time, when she was four. The accelerated growth disturbed the scientists and upset their plans. They had messed with Mother Nature and she had created a monster. Reaching out with her mind, Cassandra could see Samson leaning on a tree gnawing on a bone. He's smaller and wider than she had thought but she liked his muscles and his dark skin. She fantasized about him on top of her and the artistic contrast of their skin. Then she sat up laughing hysterically. She was six feet tall and weighed one hundred and seventy pounds. Controlling herself she looked- out again. He was beautiful. He weighed more than her but he was so short. She giggled like a small girl at the thought of a little song she had heard a lab assistant sing. 'If we were toe to head his nose would be in me…if we were head to head his toes would be in me.'
She had never had sex other than what she did to herself. That urge had to be denied as long as Leo was around. If she aroused herself it would signal him that she was ready. When her first menses threw her into a hormonal storm she had stripped naked and tried to force a scientist, but any man would have been fine, he was too terrified and couldn't perform so she killed him by biting out his throat. The violence and taste calmed her. After that she controlled her time. She had to be careful about reaching for Samson for some reason it warmed her up down there and that wasn't good. Besides he may feel her and that would be imprudent. She got up and got dressed in her baggy pants and a large plaid shirt. It didn't matter, her femaleness was not, in any way, hidden. She slipped on her boots and re-situated her knifes comfortably along the side of her ankles. She slapped her wide brimmed hat against her thighs and put it on without putting up her hair. A bear having caught her scent roared off to the left of the waterfall. He was frightened and had to let her know he didn't like being afraid. She put her head back and screeched like a banshee. The bear got the message but she didn't give a damn whether any male was afraid of her. As she walked back up to the cabin she thought again of the man coming for her, 'I could still screw the little monster before I killed him.'
***
Samson woke up angry and had an obviously painful erection. Benning snorted and looked over at Samson seeing the obvious bulge in his pants. He laughed aloud. The night was almost upon them.
"Gotta go or one hell of a dream? I envy you. It takes a lot these days to put wood in my pistol. There's this working gal in New Denver she had a way of…"
"It was 'her'. I got a look at her in my dream. She is a bit more than a women."
"Of course she is. Wait! We're not talking about my New Denver gal are we?"
Samson shook his head.
"Oh…You're talking about 'her'. Hell!… Look at the bounty. I got a feeling she ain't catchable and maybe not killable either."
Samson's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"Yeah…calm down. I know you took both contracts. I got no idea how we gonna do both. But if she is catchable, there is gonna be a lot of hurt goes with the catching."
"I think you're right."
"While we are riding you will be thinking on a plan …right?
Samson got up without answering and saddled his horse. What had disturbed him was that he had awoken with a start. His horse always warned him of danger and he prided himself in the smoothness in which he avoided danger. This woman caught him off guard and that made him very uncomfortable and embarrassed. And what the hell was this song in his mind about toes and noses?
Both men relieved themselves and drank some water. They both knew that a long night ahead and that Benning's son was in danger. The Keep would know he was there and they believed that evil begets evil. Raul would be judged for the same crime as his brother, if he were caught. Superstition and sophistry was a better fit in this New World order. The Keep wouldn't take the Geeks on in a fight. Those cavern- dwelling Odd Ones spent a lot of time thinking up nasty ways to booby trap their lairs. They would know, from the spy birds, that Samson was coming. Should he kill the Sheriff and the Judge there would be a period of chaos in the Keep until a new Sheriff and Judge could be appointed. The Geeks could look forward to a little peace. But should the Keep decide they could win such a fight the brainy little Trogs would aim one of their reclaimed space- flying sound weapons at the Keep and, like Jericho, the walls would come a-tumbling down. Raul was safe as long as he stayed with the Geeks. Knowing that, Samson and Benning knew that Raul was an impatient young man and the Geeks were not the best company.
"Let's go kill us a Sheriff."
"Damn Boss…" Benning mounted his horse and reined him up. " I can't say I have ever seen you this spooked. What this girl look like…I mean in your dream."
"I have never seen a woman so beautiful. Not in this world."
"Think maybe she's a demon?"
"In the truest sense, my old friend, that is exactly what she is."
Samson gave his Ebony a little kick and he was off like a shot. His cape flowing out behind him appeared as giant raven wings. Benning was right behind wondering if Samson would think up a plan. Knowing Samson he knew better. Whatever dark gods looked after the little monster they always saw him through. He looked at Samson's back and saw the wings; he believed it an illusion meant for him. Benning knew that his son would be avenged; both the Sheriff and the Judge had no idea what painful justice was coming their way. For all his pretenses, Benning was a brilliant and resilient man and he understood the irony of his situation. He was riding with a true demon. A demon as black as night, a dark fearful force, and they were going to try to capture or kill a red headed demon of a different sort. One that invaded dreams, a succubus, and from what Benning had heard, killed as easily as did Samson. He believed Samson to be as celibate as a priest. He had never seen him with women or with girl-men. That awakening was not a good thing. It was a bad omen indeed.
He also knew that on delivering the head, finger and ring Samson would allow the money to be split between Benning and his son Raul. He would take nothing from them but their complete loyalty and obedience, and they would give it, or Samson would kill them both on the spot. If we gave it, no doubt, he would pull out a stolen Port or other liquor from the dead and de-fingered Judge, and we would toast our Binding Allegiance. And Benning and his son would pray to whatever gods that kept Samson going to watch over them as well.
ken lehnig(c)2009
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Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.
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