John and Argent by cmsix

Chapter 4

The sun was just making its appearance as I got out of the wagon this morning. Dragging on some clothes and heading out for a convenient bush was my first order of the day. The thirty ought six wasn't left behind today but there was no "gimme" prey in sight during my lizard draining. Back in the cave and mending the fire led to my coffee pot soon perking. The first cup of coffee on this earth was on its way.

Capturing and training a few wolf cubs was on my mind but finishing the wall and door to close my cave took priority. I needed to be able to secure my new home during my absences, especially since there was fresh meat inside now. The fresh meat had surely attracted my tentative visitors during the night and it would only get worse. The wall building was slow going since my supply of nails was small. Nails were heavy and my request for them hadn't been a generous one. In fact those that I had brought weren't suitable for nailing the small trimmed tree trunks to the new wall's framing. Also they would just get loose when the wood shrunk as it dried. Using wire to lash the wall together would let me come back later and tighten it more easily.

Wall building was strenuous work but not mentally taxing. It left me time to consider my next building project. My perusal of the map had shown me that the opening about three hundred yards from my cave led into a fairly large blind canyon. The mouth of the canyon was only about two hundred yards wide but it gave access to nearly two hundred enclosed acres. There were few trees growing in it and most of the ground cover was different kinds of grasses. Horses often ventured into it to graze. There was a small stream that flowed out of it now. The map had told that it had water flowing year round except for the times during winter when it was frozen.

I intended to close off the canyon's opening as soon as there were some horses in it. It would take a strong fence but once the canyon could be closed building a capture pen to take possession of a couple for training would be much easier. It would take a lot of time but time was plentiful for me now.

It came to me that even with the wall in place the sneak thieves would probably try to dig under it. I retrieved one of the two solar powered electric fence chargers the Aliens had provided. There'd been plenty of these commercially available but having experience with them had taught me that those units often failed after a couple of months. The Alien's work would surely be better. It took only a few minutes to put a small electric fence wire at the bottom of the wall. I doubted that any varmint would make a second try at digging under it.

The wall was finished by mid afternoon. Taking the binoculars and my thirty ought six I headed up into the canyon for a little exploration. Entering it showed that all but a few spots were visible from the opening. Near the back wall there were fourteen grown horses, six yearlings and nine foals. This would be plenty for me to catch a couple or three for use so I turned right back around and headed for my tools.

The remainder of that day and most of the next was spent felling and trimming trees for post and for rails. The next day I intended to start on the fence but checking the small canyon first let me see that the horses had left. Well shit. There was no help for it though. I'd just have to wait for some to come back. There was no need to build a fence after the horses were gone.

I went back to the cave, dressed for exploring, and headed out looking for wolf cubs. The third spot on my mental list proved to have a den with pups. Observing from some high ground nearly five hundred yards away showed me there were five pups outside playing among themselves. They looked to be between six and eight weeks old.

My approach sent them scurrying into their den to hide. Assembling my large "tender trap" about thirty yards from the den and baiting it with some of the deer meat was next. I tied the meat securely to the trap and backed off. The pups came back out, drawn by the smell of the meat, in about an hour. Soon three were in the trap fighting over the meat. Springing the trap by its remote control gave me possession of the pups. The others beat a retreat back into the den on my next approach.

The three pups that were trapped set up a howling fuss about their situation and soon two adult females and one male made an appearance. I didn't want to kill the adults since I knew that it would mean the other cubs would starve. The cubs in the trap were leaving with me though even if all the rest had to die.

The adults gathered around the trap trying to find a way to release the pups but of course there wasn't a way that they could. Putting the thirty ought six over my shoulder by its sling and taking out the Glock let me move toward the trap with confidence. Soon the adults were approaching me snarling and growling. When they were within fifty feet a couple of rounds from the Glock into the dirt near them scared them off. The loud noise and the stinging dirt that was thrown up convinced them to leave. They wanted to protect the cubs but instinctively they knew that getting killed protecting them was not an efficient means of survival.

The trap had wheels on one end. All that was necessary for me was taking hold of the other end and leaving, trailing the trap benind me. Keeping a close watch for a return of the adults showed me that one of the females had come back out of hiding and started toward me. A round from the Glock sent her back. Hopefully they wouldn't follow my scent back to the cave later.

Entering the cave with the trap pointed up a dilemma of my own making. I hadn't prepared a suitable pen for the pups. It would only be needed for a few days but it would be necessary for that long at least. It was nearing sunset. They would have to spend the first night in the trap. The deer's hide went into the trap for them to sleep and chew on. Some of the deer meat went in for their supper and a pan for water finished their accommodations.

It was time for my own supper and after eating and a minor clean up my wagon found a place for me to sleep. Wanting any uninvited visitors to find out about electricity caused me to leave the alarm deactivated. Some of the wolves must have trailed me because the electric fence got a workout. Three of them found it before sleep claimed me and six more loud yelps woke me during the night. Every yelp in the night that woke me caused me to smile to myself.

Sleeping past sunrise the next morning left me feeling refreshed when I finally woke and got out of the wagon, even though there had been plenty of wake ups during the night. After dressing I opened the door, went out to shake hands with shorty and then returned to my cave to make a fire and fixed a little breakfast.

Later, putting on some gloves, closing the door, and turning on the big light inside let me get the pups out of their cage one at a time to feed them from my hand and then spend about thirty minutes each just calming and stroking them. Finishing that let me get to work building a pen for them out of smaller trees. When the pen was done it was about twelve feet by twenty feet and thirty inches high.

I put their deer hide bed and water pan in the pen then they got to move in. They spent nearly an hour looking all around it for a way out and then seemed to lose interest. They all found the water pan and after about another hour tussling with each other they lay down on the deer hide for a nap.

Around noon I went to the mouth of the canyon with the thirty ought six and my binoculars checking to see if any of the horses had returned. They hadn't. After a light lunch I spent the rest of the afternoon getting more small timber for fence post and rails. Knocking off a little before sunset let me spend another hour and a half hand feeding the cubs and letting them get accustomed to my handling them.

Closing up tonight I set the alarm again hoping to cut down on the yelps in the night. After a little supper it was me and my wagon for a while. Sleep was slow in coming and I spent some time thinking about what it was going to take to make a life here that was worth living.

The first few days had been occupied with things that needed doing right away. There were still a few projects like that to get started but my own company was beginning to get old. Well it was better than a coffin. Conditions would be better for meeting the locals in another week or two. Right now preparations for my long-term survival had to come first.

I knew that if it came down to it the cubs and the horses weren't necessary for survival but also knew that they would make things so much easier. The native people here had been getting along for thousands of years without domesticating any animals but having the benefit of later knowledge let me know that I could get along much easier with them and I was determined to have them. I finally drifted off and surprisingly wasn't disturbed all night.

Sunrise had me out of the wagon, dressed and warming some breakfast. After eating and feeding the cubs and handling them for about an hour I dressed and walked off into the canyon looking for horses again. Still none around.

I already had plenty of materials for the fence to block off the canyon mouth and didn't really have anything else planned for the day except for a couple of hours of handling the cubs. I decided to take the binoculars and a spotting scope and get on some higher ground to look around.

My cave was in an extension of the canyon wall. Exploring around it I found that I could climb it fairly easily though it would be a steep trek to reach the upper ground nearly two hundred feet above the canyon floor. I wanted to look around badly though so up I went.

Forty-five minutes later, out of breath and a little tired I struggled up onto the higher level. Laying there for ten minutes or so until my wind returned. When I felt rested I sat up and looked around with the glasses. Unlike the valley floor there were no trees apparent up here. Just grassland stretching as far as I could see.

This was a type of territory that was unfamiliar to me. It was basically on two distinct levels. The far reaching grassland that I was now on and the river valley below. The wind was blowing up here and though it wasn't really strong just now, it was noticeable.

Looking down from the edge let me see that the valley was extensive as the river led it off toward the southwest. Though it widened as it went and I could see for three or more miles in some places, no trace of smoke was visible anywhere. That made sense because I knew from the map that my nearest neighbors lived on the lower valley level. They were also several miles away and if their fires were making much smoke it would dissipate in the stronger wind as it rose.

I did spot the small group of horses that had been in the blind canyon a couple of days ago. They were just in sight three or so miles upriver. They were grazing lazily and I couldn't tell if they were tending toward or away from me at this distance.

I examined the valley closely off toward the southwest. Scattered wildlife, deer mostly and a couple of large cattle types that I assumed to be aurochs were in sight. I would probably need some more meat soon and the idea of taking an aurochs had its appeal. The idea of dragging it back to the cave without help didn't have any appeal though. Deer, and smaller ones at that, would be my source of meat for the near future.

Descending to the valley floor again I returned to my cave and spent another hour with the cubs, feeding them and letting them get accustomed to me. They were not nearly so skittish around me now and I hoped I would be commonplace to them in another day or two so that their training could begin.

After eating I packed my backpack with a lightweight tent and an ultra efficient sleeping bag. A large canteen and enough dried food for a couple of days were in order also. An overnight trip wasn't in my plans but getting caught with out food or water wasn't either. Filling the water bowl for the pups and giving them a large chunk of the deer had them set for my absence and I locked the door on my way out after setting the alarm.

My path was off to the southwest, generally following the river. I stayed near the canyon walls or in the small park like forests areas. Not wanting to announce my presence to anyone that might be watching, kept me away from open spaces. Taking my time I traveled slowly since there was no particular destination that needed reaching. The trip and the sightseeing were what interested me.

My liesurly pace still let me cover around two and a half miles an hour while heading generally toward the campsite of the Cro-Magnons. I didn't intend to let them see me but it was time to make sure that there really were other humans here.

In a little underbrush tangled area of trees near the edge of a valley wall I stopped to look around and make sure there was nothing to blunder into ahead. My location was probably about five or five and a half miles from my cave, about halfway between it and the Cro-Magnon campsite. Scanning my intended direction of travel showed me something moving. Looking closer it wasn't animals but was a few people. They were near the edge of the valley on the other side and nearly a half-mile from me.

My heart rate jumped. This was my first sighting of humans. I kept the glasses on them and counted seven. There were three men and they were spread out as they moved up the valley slowly. They seemed to be alternately studying the ground and then lifting their gaze to take in what was before them. They were tracking or trying to.

The four women were about a hundred and fifty yards behind the men. They were spread out also but not as widely. All of them seemed to be fairly heavily burdened, as if they were bringing plenty with them. The men and the women were carrying a slim but longish spear in one hand with the other hand free. They were either hunting or traveling damned carefully.

The man closest to me looked up and seemed to be looking right at me. Keeping perfectly still let me remain unnoticed and he looked away after a minute. He moved closer toward and then to the edge of the river, always watching the ground but also paying attention to where he was going. He was heading toward a spot where a smaller stream, coming from the east, joined the river. When he got near it he gave the ground a cursory examination and then looked back up into the valley that the smaller stream was flowing out of. He kept staring in that direction and I finally turned the glasses that way.

Even with the aid of the binoculars it was difficult for me to locate the lone figure in the edge of a small woods nearly two miles up the smaller valley. I was pretty sure the man near me couldn't see him at all. Between the man up the valley and the one at the river were five of the large deer, megaceros. One of them was very large and had an astounding set of antlers. Two were a little smaller and two were obviously very young. They were grazing slowly down the valley.

The man near the river turned and got the attention of the others with him. He motioned toward the eastern edge of the valley, near the opening for the smaller valley, and then he moved slowly in that direction and I saw that the others had started moving also. They all seemed to be moving toward a small wooded area at the corner where the two valleys came together.

I thought about it for a while and decided that they were in fact hunting and that the lone man had probably taken a different route so he could come down the small valley and haze any game he found before him. I moved back further into the trees but still watched. It soon became clear that my guess had been correct.

The seven near me met at the corner and all dropped the packs that they'd been carrying. They were closer now and I could see that they weren't as heavily laden as I'd thought. They all carried large pack frame type arrangements made of small wooden shafts lashed together but there was hardly anything attached to them except for a fur or two which I assumed were for clothing or sleeping.

After shedding their loads they all dropped to the ground and began moving slowly out into the path that the deer would later have to take if they continued. They moved slowly and soon the only way for me to tell where they were was when the grasses moved from their passing. They were good at it and the grasses didn't move much.

As time slid by I could see that the man up the small valley had begun to move more purposely. The deer had noticed him and were now raising their heads more often and looking in his direction. There was also a breeze coming from him toward them and I assumed that they had his scent now.

It was obvious that the hunters were counting on the smaller stream to make the deer trend down toward the ambush that they were planning and it did. The man up the valley was moving just enough to make the deer move without causing them to panic and run. I could no longer locate any of the hidden hunters. I assumed that they were in place and were keeping still waiting for the game to get in range.

Apparently the man up valley could tell where his companions were better than I could. It was nearly an hour later and the deer were getting close to where I estimated the hunters were lying in wait. Suddenly the man up the valley shouted out loudly. All the deer turned nervously to look at him and as they did the other hunters jumped to their feet seemingly among the deer. Spears flew quickly and all the deer jumped, all seemed mortally wounded except the large male. The male had been hit with what I assumed would be a fatal spear but while I could tell that it had penetrated deeply I could also tell that it wasn't going to keep the large male from running off.

Almost at once the buck turned up and made a bound toward the direction I had come down. He was about to jump into the small stream and try to get away. I had the thirty ought six in my hands and before I thought I put it to my shoulder and finished the buck with it. What a fuckup.

Just as I pulled the trigger I realized that the muzzle blast would be something unknown to any of the hunters. Thankfully I had the sense to remain still after the shot. I didn't dare move. By straining my eyes around I could tell that all the hunters were looking around trying to see where that noise had come from. I was lucky that all the canyon walls around here had probably disguised the direction. I was also lucky that there was plenty of underbrush around me. Finally, after much mumbling among themselves the hunters turned back to the task of finishing off their prey and then set to cleaning it. They left the large buck for last, seeming afraid to approach it for a while. They did eventually though.

It must have been about an hour or so after I'd shot the large buck. The man I took to be the leader, of the hunting party at least, and the man that flushed the game down the small valley sucked up their nerve and approached the large buck. They touched it tentatively at first but finally set to gutting and then skinning it. As they finished a shout came from down the main valley and with the glasses I could see more people approaching.

Two more men and four more women were coming to join those already here. When the new arrivals came up everyone gathered and I assumed that they were greeting each other. It seemed that they were speaking but I wasn't close enough to be sure. Soon they all went to work packing their fresh meat onto their pack frames. They had cut the deer up into manageable sizes and were preparing to leave. A few were washing out intestines and such but soon they finished and I could tell that they intended to pack everything back to their camp tonight.

It was nearing sunset when they bundled up and left. I let them get about a half to three quarters of a mile ahead of me and then I followed, staying close to the valley wall or hidden in the scattering of trees as I went.

Their clothes had been made of skins of course. Men and women both wore a type of trousers and they all had large tunic type garments for the top. They were bare headed and for footwear they had some type of moccasin, which extended up under their trouser legs and seemed to be tied around with leather thongs.

I hadn't searched for any information about their physical size before I left and I was slightly surprised to see that they seemed about the same size as the people of the earth that I'd left. The one that I'd assumed was the leader looked to be about six feet tall and probably weighed around one eighty or one ninety. The women were smaller but all seemed to be at least five four. There weren't any fatties for sure. All of them were in fighting trim and it seemed that the women were carrying almost as much load on the way back as the men were.

It took them about two hours to reach their camp and it was apparent that everyone was waiting up for them. There was a large fire going near the center of the campsite and when the hunters returned it didn't take long for some of the fresh meat to find itself being cooked.

They had one large dwelling built against the side of the canyon. It appeared to be made of wood, animal bones and tusk and rock with animal hides covering a structural framework. The women kept going in and out of it for things to use in the cooking but the men only went in to stow their gear and came back out to sit around. They were drinking something from a large bag that was probably some of the inner working of an animal at one time. As I watched for a while the men were getting a little more boisterous and I assumed that they had discovered strong drink. Things were looking up already.

I felt like a party crasher or a voyeur after a while. With the night vision goggles I could plainly see the goings on, especially since the moon and stars were particularly bright and the night sky was clear. Finally I decided that all the men seemed to have one woman for a mate and eventually I could determine which woman was mated to which man. There were more women than men and it soon was clear to me that the unmated women were the younger ones. They didn't display any reluctance to mix with the others, it was just apparent that they didn't receive the same physical familiarity from any of the men that the mated pairs displayed with each other. I also noticed that the men didn't project any familiarity onto women that were the mates of other men.

Time marches on and the drinking bag marched until it was empty. Another one appeared soon. The women had joined in the festivities when the cooking had all been started and no one was feeling any pain by the time they ate. I noticed that the leader was especially enjoying what ever he was drinking and that by the time the food was eaten he had all he could do to eat. He disappeared inside the dwelling shortly after he finished eating. His mate went inside after a few minutes but I guess she was just checking on him since she came right back out and began helping in the cleanup.

It didn't take them long to get everything packed back inside but some of them, including the leaders mate, came back out and sat around the fire talking and occasionally laughing. The game flusher and his mate were doing a little teasing and laughing together and soon the leaders mate was joining in with them.

Another half hour passed and soon the only three outside were the leaders mate, game flusher and his mate. Leader's mate was about five six and had dishwater blonde hair. I could tell almost nothing about any of the women's figures because of their clothing. Game flusher's mate had darker hair, almost brown. The drinking bag had disappeared by now but the three didn't seem interested in going inside yet.

Leader's mate stood and said something to game flusher's mate and the two walked away from the fire and up canyon a little, toward where I was hiding. They paused by some bushes and I could see them loosening their clothes. Soon they had dropped their trousers and raised the bottom of their tunics and were squatting to pee. I got a look at their asses then and they looked good. They were rounded and muscular and what I could see of their thighs looked strong and yet smooth. Altogether inviting from my perspective. After they'd finished they didn't seem to be in any hurry to put their pants back up and I saw game flusher's mate reach over and pinch leader's mate on the ass and then they both laughed and seemed to be teasing each other.

Game flusher came round the corner then and surprised them, though from their actions I could tell that they weren't all that surprised. Leader's mate made a halfhearted attempt to reach down and pull up her pants but game flusher was next to her in seconds and I saw him reach to her and grab a feel of her naked ass. She almost acted indignant for a few seconds and then they were all talking together, quietly though.

They were all close together and discussing something. Leader's mate seemed to be disagreeing but not too seriously. Suddenly game flusher's mate took leader's mate in her arms and kissed her on the lips while hugging her. Game flusher went around behind leader's mate and pressed his body up against her back, hugging around her and drawing his mate to him with leader's mate between them. I could tell that even though he still had his pants up he was pressing his groin rhythmically against leader's mate's naked ass.

While this was going on his mate's hands were busily loosening the ties of leader's mate's tunic and shortly she raised it over leader's mate's head and off her arms. Leader's mate was basically naked now and her breasts were impressive. They were nicely rounded and firm and her nipples were aroused. Game flusher was still behind her humping up against her ass but he moved his hands to her breasts now and began squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his fingers and thumbs. His mate kneeled and worked leader's mate's trousers off her feet and leader's mate was soon dressed in nothing but her moccasins. She was still complaining with her mouth but not very loudly and I saw that she was pushing her ass back toward game flusher's pressure now.

Game flusher's mate was still helping in leader's mate's seduction. She started kissing leader's mate's lips again and soon she had one of her hands in leader's mate's bush exploring her folds. This move took leader's mate's attention off her complaining and soon the three of them were all writhing in sympathy against each other.

Game flusher took this time to shuck his own tunic and trousers. When he had his clothes off he pressed his, now bare, respectable dick up between the cheeks of leader's mate's ass and gave her a few humps just to let her know he was back. He took hold of her titties again and resumed worrying her nipples. After only a minute or so he pulled his ass back from hers and reached down to take hold of his dick. He bent it down a little and began prodding between her legs. Leader's mate spread her legs a little and he eased his boner between them but he didn't try to enter her. He just let it push through and there was just light enough for me to see that it was pointing out from between her thighs as if she had a really short dick of her own just below her pussy.

Game flusher's mate must have sensed that game flusher had leader's mate's attention now as she stepped back and shed her own garments. When she was naked she rejoined the party and pushed her own nicely rounded titties into leader's mate's pair and resumed the kissing.

I'll have to admit that it was an exciting sight. Soon leader's mate was grasping game flusher's mate's asscheeks and pulling them to her while game flusher's mate reached around her to grasp and pull on game flusher's buns.

They had all their temperatures up by now and then they seemed to all kneel and lie on the grass in a heap. They were writhing and squirming for a few seconds and then game flusher managed to get his legs between leader's mate's legs as he tried to roll her to her back to put it in. Leader's mate renewed her struggling then as she realized she was about to get some dick. When she did this game flusher's mate took hold of her hands and pressed them to the grass above her head, effectively holding her down to help game flusher get it in. She also pressed her lips to leader's mate's lips again and was kissing her deeply as game flusher took hold of his hardon and placed it at leader's mate's entrance.

In a few seconds the deed was done and I could see game flusher's ass muscles bunch as he pushed his dick up into leader's mate's pussy. He pressed it all the way home and held it for a moment then he pulled back and made another stroke. I saw leader's mate tense each time as he pushed it up her. After three or four strokes she gave up the pretense of resisting and wrapped her legs around game flusher's ass and began hunching up to him as he put the dick to her more firmly.

Game flusher's mate let go of leader's mate's hands then and began playing with leader's mate's ripe and jiggling titties as her mate fucked leader's mate. Leader's mate put her hands to work then, one hand began playing with game flusher's mate's nearest titty and the other sought out game flusher's mate's now dripping snatch. Soon they were all pretty much in rhythm with game flusher's pounding getting more forceful and faster and leader's mate's responsive up thrust getting more powerful as well.

They were now doing quite a bit of grunting and groaning but they were keeping it surprisingly quiet. My dick was straining also and I decided to let it out and give it a stroke or two. It was surprising to me how quickly I relieved the pressure. The semi-forced fucking of leader's mate had definitely got me going too. Though I'd never considered using force on a woman in my previous life and hadn't considered it yet in this one it came to me now that it might be an acceptable technique. I doubted I could really do something like that but I did enjoy watching this little show more than I probably should have.

They all pumped to a more or less simultaneous finish shortly. When game flusher rolled off leader's mate to lie beside her and his mate settled to lie on her other side as they all kept stroking and caressing each other I figured that it probably wasn't as forced as it might have looked. When leader's mate moved down to take game flusher's softened dick in her mouth and started sucking it back hard again I decided that the reluctance had probably been a complete sham.

Sure enough, when game flusher's dick was up to snuff again, leader's mate turned to game flusher's mate grabbing her hands and pressing her to the ground kissing her. Game flusher was up and between his mate's legs quickly and leader's mate used one of her hands to guide his dick into his mate's wet pussy. I watched again as they had another triple participation fuck. Game flusher gave his mate just as good a pounding as he'd given leader's mate. His mate and leader's mate kissed and played with each other's titties the whole time and game flusher's mate spent a lot of time finger fucking leader's mate's soggy pussy until they all had another good cum. When they finished this time they all cuddled together again for several minutes. Finally they got up and dressed and then walked back to their dwelling and went inside.

This left me alone in the night. I didn't want to chance sleeping so close to their campsite or home site or what ever it was to them so I headed back toward my cave. It was a long walk but I decided to tough it out until I got back. I was worn out when I entered my cave to the welcoming blast of the damned alarm.

I shut myself in and then unloaded. I went over to the cub's pen and checked on them. They still had plenty of water but the meat was gone. I got more meat for them and then petted and played with them for about half an hour. After that I crawled into my bag in the wagon and shut the top over me. It didn't take long for me to nod off.