CHAPTER FOUR

When Cassandra had rushed out of the saloon she had turned in the direction McGivers would have likely have gone in after escaping the alley, not even looking at their carriage. Lijuan had come barreling out just behind her and was going to follow when she spied a woman sitting on the bench of their father’s beloved custom carriage, clutching a rifle trying to see over the batwing doors what was going on inside. They were only a few feet apart when the woman had swung the rifle towards her, their rifle! Lijuan had thought disgustedly.

“What did you bitches do?” The woman yelled at her. Lijuan had stunned the woman when she suddenly had seized the barrel giving it a mighty tug pulling the Judy Rose right off the coach where she crashed into the hard-packed dirt of the street. The gun hit barrel first and then catapulted onto the clapboard sidewalk. Some of the crowd watching the women dueling inside turned away stunned to find that suddenly there was a fight happening right in their midst.

The feisty woman sprung up and had yanked Lijuan's hair, pulling her down. Lijuan always short-tempered, to begin with, exploded. She did not fight like a girl, she told herself, but the hair pulling did hurt, and she decided since none of her family was looking she could get away with it. Lijuan had reached out and grabbed a copious amount of the woman's hair pulling vigorously on it as she had dropped to her knees.

Using her weight turned out to be a clever idea because the woman screamed and went forward on her face, letting go of Lijuan’s long hair. The Asian hellcat jumped back and ripped her “Madam Dei” dress up the outside on each of her sculpted thighs. She needed to be able to use her legs, she had thought as the woman scrambled to her feet facing her. Lijuan had sidestepped left and then back. Having her legs free would make all the difference, she had nodded to herself, and that was when the woman had rushed her.

Lijuan sidestepped and succeeded in hitting the woman square in the jaw, ducking a swing herself, spinning out of reach.

“Stupid Chinese bitch, who are you?” She had snarled invoking only mocking laughter from Lijuan at the woman’s frustration and bewilderment.

“That there is one of the Wilde sisters from over Alamieda way lady. I seen her fight a blacksmith, his hammer against hers! Good thing for you she ain't got hers in her hand right now!" the guy heckled merrily. I like this guy Lijuan thought as she remembered the fight with the blacksmith. It had ended badly, for the tradesman. She had found herself wishing she hadn't forgotten her hammer inside when she had rushed out in haste, or their little dust-up would have been over by now. Her focus had returned as Judy Rose tried to rush forward and caught a kick in her side for her troubles.

“Shit,” her foe had muttered as she shook her head, preparing to steel herself to continue their fight. Lijuan had given her some credit for bravery. Most women would have run, fainted, or screamed. This one was had wasn’t ready to finish their battle and had appeared willing to go down fighting as she made another run at her.

. Lijuan had ducked a swing, blocked the follow-up and hit the woman in the jaw, knocking her back. Then she had jumped up and kicked out, missing her face but hitting her shoulder. Judy Rose had staggered back and fallen to one knee. Lijuan had spied the rifle was right there next to her at the same time her opponent had as well. Both had scrambled to reach out for it, but her enemy had been quicker. As Judy Rose had lifted the rifle, Lijuan had kicked out at it striking the barrel causing it to swing straight up, and the gun had gone off, blowing one of the front windows of the saloon inward. At last, the bulk of the crowd, save those most concerned about their money still in the gambling den, scattered, not wanting to be around even more gunfire.

A second kick from the petite powerhouse had sent the gun spinning out of the woman’s hands. Lijuan had launched herself into the air and spun at the same time. She had expertly brought her foot around and hit the woman in the jaw from the side. Ruby Rose had spun like a top, dropping her unconscious to the ground, so she hadn’t felt it when her head smacked the wooden walkway.

Lijuan leaned back for a moment against the front passenger wheel of Whip’s coach to catch her breath and had looked down, nodding to herself. The flying kick always worked. Suddenly the remaining crowd surged back into the saloon, a sure sign she had known that her sisters had wrapped things up within.

Now she glanced down the street wondering where Cassandra had got to just as Catalina and Honor Elizabeth emerged from the Lucky Seven. Honor disdainfully stepped over the sprawled figure of Ruby Rose and was about to say something when they heard gunfire in the distance. Ah, there she is, taking out the trash. Lijuan thought with a smile.

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As her trio of sisters was reuniting, Cassandra was busy being shot at. She had followed where she had thought McGivers would have gone and she had been right. Coming around a corner she was just in time to see McGivers, a dark figure in the dim light up in the distance duck into an alleyway between the town's feed store and a run-down looking restaurant whose chipped and weathered sigh simply proclaimed itself as JOE'S GRUB.

As she rounded the corner bursting into the alley, she had anticipated seeing him fleeing further too the opposite end of the alley to escape onto the next street but instead Cassandra had encountered a sight she had not expected to see. A fat man in a greasy cooks clothing stood frozen with his back pressed against a rack mounted to the wall of the eatery that held dirty pots and pans. Next, to the man, a wooden bucket of soap water sat on a stool nearby a hand pump connected to an underground waters source. The big man still clutched a sponge he had been using to scrub them still in his hands. His eyes, glassy with terror, had been looking down at where another man the outlaw had just cold cocked was lying on the ground and McGivers was appropriating his gun.

"Run!" she had shrieked at the man to get him to safety and to get him out of her way. Broken from his trance, he launched himself forward amidst the sound of the clattering of the pans as his sudden movement jostled the rack and they swung and raced towards her, slipping in the mud from his outdoor cleaning endeavor, nearly tripping over the stool with the bucket of scrub water on it.

Once he was clear Cassandra had pivoted to aim Ike's weapon that Lijuan had tossed her earlier, but it was too late. Displaying some of the same speed he was legendary for he snapped off a shot leaving her no choice but to dive behind a giant barrel belonging to the feed store, kicking off their gunplay.

“I was hoping ya would come after me. I don’t like unfinished business ya blonde whore,” he called to her.

Now it was her turn to sling lead she resolved as she popped up from behind the barrel, took a shot and dropped back down as he hurled himself behind a stack of crates along the other building across the alley. She peeked over to get a good feel for where the boxes were. They like the barrel sported the name of the feed store and were stacked one on top of the other. Beyond them, she could make out a wagon parked in the alley with a few crates still on it. The man McGivers had accosted probably had been in the act of unloading them. Bitterly she thought they made a pretty good defense for McGivers. Trying to shoot through them would be futile if they were filled with bags of grain.

Cassandra ducked back down when he rose and slung more lead in her direction. She felt a burn along her scalp and raised a hand to her head. When she pulled it away, it was coated with blood. It was a light scratch, but head wounds did like to bleed she knew, unfortunately from experience. Quickly she pulled a scarf off her belt and hurriedly began wrapping her head with it.

“You’re not getting out of this alley! You know that right?” she called to him, while working, in a casual voice as if they were merely discussing the weather hoping to distract him. The goading worked, and he stuck his head up.

“Funny I was gonna say the same to you slut. Don’t matter how good ya are. You’re a girl, and soon you’ll be a dead girl. Make a right pretty corpse ya will, I’ll give ya that!” he said. With her pistol back in her hand, Cassandra leaned out around the side instead of straight up. She got a shot off and saw splinters fly up from the crate near where his head had been. Close she thought, but close didn't cut it. She withdrew back entirely behind the barrel to the side as he bolted upward blasting off a swam of bullets that punctured the barrel. A gasp of relief passed through her lips. If it hadn't been full, stopping the slugs, she'd look like a human pin cushion right about now.

“I snagged a whole extra handful of bullets from that guy on the ground before I even took his gun while you were dicking around worried about that tub of lard that ran out of here! I’m guessing your about out aren’t ya? He called tauntingly. Cassandra went up fired again, this time the margin was much closer as she, scattering splinters directly in his face as he was ducking, and she heard him swear. As she went down, she hoped he'd taken a splinter right to one of his eyes.

Another bullet whizzed by over her head. He was good. She would give him that, so such a wild shot surprised her, perhaps one of his eyes really had been injured. Still, she didn't like her situation as she only had three bullets left. She spun open the chamber to make sure and saw two. Great, she thought, only now remember the shell Ike had spent gunning down the poor swindled drunk at the bar.

Well shit! She snarled and leaned, around the barrel and took squeezed the trigger just at the same moment as he rose, his gun at the ready. She saw him flinch, but this time didn’t duck as her shot creased his temple. He fired almost calmly, and she bent back down just as the lip of the big barrel exploded.

This time the splinters had been sent into her face, but at least she had squeezed her eyes shut rather than risk getting blinded by them. Still, she had just barely gotten them closed. Cassandra felt her hot blood pumping through her and the sweat beneath her hair mingling with her blood. It was time to end this, and she only had a single shot left! She backed a half foot away from the giant wood barrel, just enough to get a view of the area to the left of McGivers. She couldn’t see him, but he couldn’t see her, and she was able to check some things out.

The pots and pans hanging on the wall rack next to a door with a glass window leading presumably into the kitchen of JOE’S GRUB drew her attention. Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to open her mind and to let the ideas come to her. It was only a few seconds, but in that time an idea came to her leaving her to smile as the beginning of a plan took shape.

One bullet left, and her current attacks weren’t working. She could see the bandit’s reflection in the window. Cassandra’s smile grew broader now, remembering some time spent with a circus entertainer in Denver. She had approached him after the show to compliment him on how good he had been with a gun but later as the two twisted and tumbled around in his bed she had found he had been excellent at other things beyond his skills as a trick shooter. As much as she would rather recall the dripping wet mess he had made her when he had brought her to multiple orgasms, instead she thought of the trick shot he described as his favorite.

Cassandra took careful aim knowing she had to make sure she was exact, or she would be wasting her last round. She took a deep breath, then another. Ready, she told herself. Then as her finger tightened on the trigger just as she heard the sound of frantic footsteps approaching but she tuned them out as she went into a zone and pictured the shot hitting home. With that, her curled finger gave a gentle squeeze.

There was a loud clang, then a scream followed by agonizing moaning. She calmly rose to her feet and turned to see her three sisters standing dumbstruck at the mouth of the alley. Lijuan rushed to her with eyes glistening with fear as she reached up to the much taller Cassandra and touched her blood-soaked improvised bandage. As Catalina and Honor rushed past her to McGivers, Cassandra gently took her hand and lowered it down from her head but held it.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

Lijuan nodded, and the pair joined their other two sisters behind the crates as Honor Elizabeth, who Cassandra noticed with concern, had her arm bandaged, was kicking the gun away from the man. He was groaning with blood streaming from a severe-looking chest wound. Catalina looked up at her with eyes as large as the full moon that hung in the sky over the Arizona town.

“I know it’s pretty dark and all but did we just see you shoot a man by ricochetin’ off a cookin’ pan?” She asked.

“Sure sis. All gunslingers can do that,” she teased and got an elbow from her sister in return as the four laughed amongst themselves. It made her head ache, but Cassandra knew it was worth it. They had fulfilled their mission and even wound up foiling a heist in the process. Relieved that, though some of them were battered and bloody, they had once more come out alive, the four fell into one long hug.

EPILOGUE

Though her attention was glued on the woman, for a fleeting second, she took in her surroundings. The room was different from what Catalina had expected. Above the bed, a glass chandelier hung, and below it, a thick oriental rug covered the floor. The walls had a couple of art pieces, none of which was very good, as well as a half-broken wall mirror. Nonetheless, although the room was in no way exotic, its quaintness was appealing.

"Are your sisters gone?" the naked Silver Moon asked from the bed. Planting one hand on the wall and leaning Catalina laughed, "Yeah, Cassie had to pay off a whole lot of the territorial government's money to the owner for all the damage. I think he was regrettin' agreein' to help us when we showed up yesterday sayin' we'd found out "Five Shot" was prone to be hangin' out here, and we wanted to use the place to trap him. I think he might have only agreed because he seemed sweet on Honor after learnin' she was gonna be playin' the role of one of his waitresses."

“He did have some nice things to say about her. Where did your sister’s go?”

"They strapped all the bodies to the roof of the coach, may my Papacito never find out about that and loaded the prisoners inside to take them to the jail over in Vetter's Canyon. They are gonna stay the night there and pick me up on the way back." She pushed herself off of the wall and drew near the bed.

“Are you sure about this?” Catalina asked playfully. She knew the answer of course, but she felt compelled to ask for some reason. “You could change your mind if you want to, you know?” she continued. Her eyebrows were arched, yet her look kept Silver Moon’s gaze locked on her.

“When you appeared yesterday offering to pay one of us girls to lay with McGivers and switch out his gun…that was all business.” She nodded to a stack of bills on a nightstand. “

“What you said before about the owner may have been true. But it was certainly true that my interest was in helping you. I knew as we spoke…we shared the same passions. I sleep with these white men to take their money, but not a one have I ever found desirable. They hold no beauty…not like women do. What I do now is all pleasure for me…and for you Miss Catalina.” “And what have you got in mind?” Catalina teased as her eyes roved over the woman’s alluring nudity as she could feel Silver Moons gaze like fire on her skin.

“I will show you.” She said as she slid off the bed and stood before Catalina, so close she could feel the young Indian woman’s heat. Although not as busty as Catalina and her sisters there were other things Catalina liked about her. Perhaps, it was the way she carried herself, tender hands or her juicy lips that kept inviting Catalina for a taste. Slowly Silver Moon’s hands rose to grab Catalina’s stacked chest and fondled her breasts through her blouse.

“I love your titties; may I see them?”

“They’re all yours niño,” Catalina replied throatily. She was ready to satisfy her new friend’s desire and topple it if possible.

Quickly she began to undress Catalina. Every time her soft tingling hands touched her skin, Catalina quivered. She was going to be thrilling. There was no question about it.

Standing completely nude before her, Silver Moon now giggled as she used an index finger to gently poke each one of the six solid muscles that made up Catalina's mid-section. Friskily she brought her finger up and planted it between Catalina's melons and gave a gentle push. Playing along Catalina pretended it made her fall back and she landed on the mattress, her caramel-colored boobs bouncing and swaying from side to side as she landed.

Silver Moon lost no time climbing on top of her, and the two women began to kiss lightly. Catalina found her lips were soft and gentle and she loved the feel of them. In fact, she wanted more of them. As they continued kissing, it became decisively more intense as their tongues mingled excitedly. Catalina's hands trailed her new lover’s back down to just above her butt, pressing her thumbs into the two back dimples on the woman’s nubile body. She felt her breath growing deeper and thicker as she grabbed her rear and sent a slight spank on one of her cheeks before her new-found friend could resist.

“I want to feel your tongue in my hole.” Silver Moon muttered, her voice had suddenly become low pitched, and her body was now shivering from Catalina’s touch.

Immediately, she crawled upward until Catalina’s face was below her thighs, squatting as she grabbed Catalina’s head for support.

“Make me dripping wet my Mexican beauty.” She commanded.

Slowly, Catalina ran returned her hands to Silver Moon’s butt and gently pushed her hovering body close to her tongue as she began to lap up the sheath of her sex, gently teasing the swollen lips.

When she noticed that her moaning was getting louder and louder, Catalina increased the pace; she made sure that she didn’t dwindle down at any point.

“I’m going…to...” The dove fumbled for words, not finding any more. Her legs shook at that instance, and her strength failed her. Like the falling Coliseum, her back went down. But Catalina was not even done with her.

“I sure as sugar want some of that too!” she followed up her plea with a whispered gasp on how she wanted it to be. Obeying, the Indian repositioned herself so that her stomach was now lying on Catalina’s stomach. Once the new girl’s face was secured between Catalina’s legs, Catalina drove her face back between Silver Moon’s legs cocking her head perfectly to get a deeper thrust into her lover’s wet honey well when she felt a tingling substance, melting against her own clit.

Catalina gasped, and her head sank back. She, of course, wasn’t expecting that at the moment. She felt the shiver lingering between her legs, the sensation so intense. One of her hands stroked the curve of Silver Moon's ass as her body felt ablaze. At this moment she was so far removed from the earlier mission, the chain fight, all the gunplay, it was as if they had happened to someone else. Here she was lost in a world of pure pleasure and her only companion the lovely Silver Moon.

Slowly, she closed her eyes to enjoy whatever might happen next. Catalina felt two fingers sliding into the wetness of her sex. Although thin, the fingers were long enough to take her to a quick stream of ecstasy. She arched her back trying to break free as the hooker kept probing in and out of her pussy. In a moment, her eyes began to flutter. Catalina could not concentrate anymore as she felt the two fingers hitting the right spot inside the walls of her hole and something like a tongue flickering her pleasure button sending her stimulation off the scale. Without fighting it any more, Catalina was ready to release herself. She felt the tension building up in her abdomen and her legs already shivering.

Nonetheless, she managed to keep working away on Summer Moon even as her own body squirmed. She increased her pace as the other woman increased hers as well. Both began to moan loudly. Their orgasm seemed nearer, yet they still seemed locked in the game of who was going to give up first. But none gave in. Seconds, later they both drove each other into streams of leg shaking orgasm, their juices spilling everywhere, leaving them immobile for a moment save the shaking of their limbs.

“That was...that was crazy.” Catalina finally said. She waited for a response or anything like a compliment, but nothing came. Silver Moon appeared to have been entirely overcome by the joy of pure, pleasurable sex as opposed to the mechanical kind she earned her keep with. She reached out and found the woman's hand and yanked her back so that Silver Moon slid in beside her on the warm, wet sheets and they kissed.

Later, as the moon rose higher into the sky Catalina, listening to the gentle sounds of her snores, Catalina realized that her sultry companion had fallen asleep on her chest. All in all, she thought the Lucky Seven had lived up to its name as she damn well-felt fortune to wrap up the sister's latest escapade with a blistering little escaped of the finest kind. Thinking back to earlier she sighed contentedly, yes, indeed tonight it had been a hot time at the ol' Lucky Seven in more ways than one.