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Subject: {ASSM} Life in a Western Town  (MF)
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Life in a Western Town  (MF)

Steve Zanders had lived in Silver Creek, Missouri for only two months.
He liked Silver Creek.  It was a sleepy quiet town south of Joplin
and in this current year of 1893 the town was perfect for him.  At age
21, he'd got himself a big parcel of land on the southeast outskirts
of town.  It was just past the Potter farm.  His first action was to
build a basic stable.  It was the end of winter when he arrived, but
it was still damn cold.  There were still a couple of solid snowstorms
to welcome him to his new hometown and there was a couple of days he
had to bundle up tight and not leave his shack for anything or risk
freezing to death.  It was just him and his horse Bear in the shack.
The weather most of the time was hospitable or at least livable and
he began to farm his land and any free time was devoted to building
his home.  He had large dreams for his house, yet he knew he could be
in his house easily before the next winter.

Steve stayed a loner and spent almost all his time working his land.
It was now the end of April and he had to prepare his land and plant
crops soon.  There was about only one person who even knew Steve
Zanders' name.  That was William Carlson.  Steve Zanders found himself
in the Carlson Mercantile Store almost twice a week.

William Carlson, the 38-year old owner of the store, through
conversation found out that Steve had come from the big city of Saint
Louis and where Steve managed to earn good money.  When William asked
what would motivate him to move out here, Steve only said he just
needed a change a life.  Steve gave no more details.  William was
curious, but since Steve always had money to pay, he didn't question
him very hard.  He just seemed like a nice man.  This town needed more
of those.

Steve brushed his brown hair out of his eyes as he entered the Carlson
store.  He'd have to introduce himself to the barber pretty soon, he
reckoned.

"William," Steve said. "How are you?"

"Good," came the reply.  William looked up.  He stood behind the
counter.  "Good to see you again, Steve"

Steve walked up to the counter.  "I've got the front room of my house
finished," he told William.  "Gonna sleep in my house tonight, so I
shouldn't smell like Bear next time I'm in here."

"Good for you, Steve," said William.  "That sure is going to be a
fine house when you are finished."  Steve had shared his plans with
him.  "Remember, ever you need any help, my offer still stands."

"Thanks," Steve said, "I'll keep that in mind, but I'm doing okay.
Enjoying doing it."

Movement to Steve's right distracted him.  He looked over and saw a
girl.  She was reaching up.

Elizabeth Barker, age 12, was just a little too short to reach it.
She tried to pull the dress down to look at it, but she couldn't
quite grab it.

"Let me help you," a man's voice said.

Elizabeth turned to the voice and saw him reach up to the dress and
bring it down.

"Here," he said, handing the dress to her.  "I'm Steve Zanders."

"Elizabeth Barker," the young woman replied.  "Thank you."

Steve saw a bright smile form on her face as she held the dress up
to her body.  The dress was blue and managed to look simple yet
elegant at the same time.  Steve imagined her in the dress with
her waist-long blonde hair and feminine curves.  Her eyes matched
the color of the dress.  She would look very good in that dress, he
determined.

"Who the hell are you?" a man's grumpy voice asked.

Steve turned to the man.

"Steve Zanders," he said sticking out his hand in greeting.

The man just ignored the hand and just glared at Steve, but mostly
at Elizabeth.

"And you are..." said Steve, "...Dad Barker?"

"No, I am Chet Johnson and she is my fee-on-say," he answered "so
why don't you go away."

"Oh, your fiance," said Steve, surprised.  "Congratulations, I..."

"Chet," interrupted Elizabeth, "he was just helping me look at this
nice dress.  I like it."

"You won't need no fancy dress after your wedding dress," Chet
answered.

Elizabeth's face fell flat and became sad.

"You'd look pretty in it," Steve said.

She glanced at him and gave him a quick happy smile.  There was a
brief moment where Steve felt their eyes locked.  It was a strange
feeling to him.

"Come on," said Chet.  He roughly pulled Elizabeth away.

Chet walked up to Carlson to pay for his items.

"I ain't gonna be able to pick you up from school to bring you home
tomorrow," said Chet as he handed Carlson the money.

"That's okay," Elizabeth said.  "I'm used to walking anyway."

"Of course, I'm not sure why you bother still going to school now,
since we're getting married."  Chet turned to leave with Elizabeth
right behind.  "I'll do all the teaching of anything you might need
to know.  Probably just marriage stuff."

As Steve watched them leave, he found himself staring at the sway of
Elizabeth's butt in her pale yellow dress.  He was surprised to feel
a stirring in his loins.

"Nice man," said Steve sarcastically to William after they were gone.

"Yep," agreed William.  "Chet Johnson and his brother Lester are
about as low as you get in this town.  Chet inherited the silver mine
when good Mr. Charles Johnson died.  It was called an accident, but a
lot of people think Chet and Lester had a hand in it."

"So what's a young gal like her doing with him?" Steve asked.

"More Chet Johnson deceit," replied William.

Another customer came in.

"I'll tell you later, Steve," said William suddenly quietly, "This
guy's buddies with Chet and Lester."

Steve glanced at the man.  He was in his early thirties.  He was
dirty and grimy.

"Okay," said Steve.  Steve grabbed the two items he wanted, paid for
them and went home.

*****

Mr. Charles Johnson was a kind 60-year old man.  He owned the silver
mine and employed many of the people who lived in the town.  He had
the reputation of being fair and honest.  If you earned your wages,
you knew you were going to get paid for it.  If you treated your work
as if you were a bum, you didn't work there much longer.  He was
loved in the community.  He even let some of the local farmers
supplement their income by working part-time in the mine or full-time
during the winter months.  Farmers such as Ronald Barker and Aaron
Potter took that opportunity.

It was just a few days before Christmas and all the mine workers were
excited.  One by one they were being called into Mr. Johnson's office
and he was giving out generous bonuses.  This included even the
occasional help such as Ronald Barker and Aaron Potter.

Mr. Johnson's sons, Chet and Lester, were excited.  If Dad was giving
out such good bonuses to the hired help, certainly as family they'd
get a good bonus also.  They worked hard too.

After everyone had gone home that day, Charles Johnson was alone in
his office finishing up some paperwork.   35-year old Chet and his
one year younger brother came into their Dad's office.

"Hi, Dad," said Chet as he and Lester sat in the chairs in front of
the desk.

"Chester," came Charles's acknowledgement without looking up.

Chet bristled.  He hated "Chester".

"So you forget something?" asked Chet.

Charles looked up.  "What?"

"Us," the sons said in unison.

"What about you?" said Charles.

Lester gave a quick glance at Chet.

"Our bonuses," said Chet.

"Bonuses?" said Charles.

"Uh, yeah, Dad," said Chet, surprised by the response, "You gave all
the workers bonuses.  I thought we'd get one too."

Charles looked at his sons with penetrating eyes.  He spoke sternly.
"When my sons Chester and Lester Johnson start acting like men and
not little boys and actually earn their keep in this mine, then I
might consider giving them bonuses.  For now, the hired help does a
better job than my own family.  I don't know how I didn't instill a
good work ethic in you two.  I know I tried, but you didn't get it."

"But..." said Lester.

Charles wouldn't be interrupted.

"I regret putting you two as the foremen.  You'd probably learn more
if you were working in the mine."

The sons' eyes grew big.  They didn't want to work inside the mine.

"But you are family," Charles continued. "So your job is safe.  But
until you start doing your job and treating the workers with some
respect, you don't get bonuses."

"But Father..." protested Lester.

"Come on," interrupted Chet, pulling at Lester's arm.

Chet and Lester went to the saloon to do what they usually do with
their paychecks.  Drink it down.

"I can't believe that bastard!" said Lester  "We're his own sons, his
own damn family!  He treats us worse than the stinking hired help."

Chet stayed quiet and slowly sipped his beer.  Lester continued to
rant.

"Doesn't he realize I need a new saddle for my horse?  Or Chet, think
of all the whores we could get with his money.  Right, Chet?  Think
of all that sweet cunt.  I bet I could even make a whore out of the
Reverend's wife.  You know it!  Think about her panting underneath
you!  How can Dad do this to us?"

Lester realized Chet wasn't talking.

"Chet?" Lester asked.  "Aren't you mad?"

"Oh, I'm mad alright," Chet said calmly, "but we're not going to
get any money by complaining.  I'm thinking of ideas on how we can
get the money."

"Yeah?" said Lester.  "What's your ideas?"

Chet told him.


It was the first full week in January.  Just a few days after the
beginning of the new year.

"Dad!" said Chet, excitedly as he came into the office.  "Lester's
hurt his leg.  He wants you."

"Can't you help him out?" asked Charles.

"I think so," replied Chet, "But he's a little panicked and I think
your presence would calm him down.  We're about to make the dynamite
blast to open up that new vein, so we need to get him out of there
fast."

"Okay," said Charles, standing up and heading toward the cave
entrance.

"Chester," said Charles, "I'm real proud of you and your brother the
last few weeks.  You've been working hard and willing to get your
hands dirty.  Keep up the good work."

"Thanks, Dad."

Charles followed Chet and his lantern into the caverns.

"How soon until we blow?" asked Charles.

"I know how excited you are about that, Dad," answered Chet.  "As
soon as we're clear with Lester, I'll give the signal to Roy and
we'll blast.  There's Lester."

Lester was sitting up on a rock.

Hi, Dad," said Lester, smiling.

"Lester," said Charles, "What is this?  This better not be one of
your stupid pranks."

Chet fell behind and picked up the shovel Lester left there.

"Yes, it is a stupid prank," answered Lester smugly.

"Why you..."  Charles hands came up as if to ring Lester's neck.

Chet smacked his father's head with the shovel.  Charles
collapsed down.  Chet smacked him again.

"Let's go," said Chet.

They ran toward the front, but slowed to a walk once they got near
the entrance.

"Looks good, Roy," yelled Chet "Looks ready to blast.  Is everyone
accounted for?"

"Yes, Mr. Johnson," came the reply, "No one's in the mine.  We're
ready."

Chet and Lester walked over to huddle with the workers where they
would be shielded from the blast.

"Blow it!" yelled Chet.

The ground shook and dust and rock spewed out of the mouth.

"Wooooo!" the men cheered as things settled.

"Let's clear that rock," said Chet, "Our boss is eager to see how
big that vein is."

The next day, Chet and Lester were back to their old habits and
didn't come in to work until late in the morning.  They were
immediately met by Roy.

"Do you know where your father is?  I haven't seen him."

"He's not here?" said Chet in surprise.

Roy noticed that Lester had a strange smile on his face.

"He went home last night, right?" asked Roy.

"I'm sure," said Chet.  "Though we got home late and he gets up
early, so we haven't seen him since yesterday."

"Roy!  Roy!  Roy!" came a voice and a man ran up to them.  "Roy,"
the man looked over at the Johnson brothers, "Oh...Mr. Johnson.
Your father...he's...he's..."

"Spit it out," said Chet.

"He's in the mine.  He's dead."

"What?"

"We just found him.  He must have been killed by the blast yesterday."

"Show me," said Chet.

As they went into the mine, he whispered over to Lester, "You better
start acting sad, brother."

The body was gruesome.

"He must have wanted to look at it himself," said Chet, "and hurt
himself and didn't get out.  You know how he loved to check things
himself."

The men nodded.

Roy glanced at Lester.  He had that goofy smile on his face again.

*****

Steve waited in his wagon in view of the school.  The door finally
opened and he saw the school teacher.  Steve knew the school teacher.
She was 38-year old Charlene Carlson, wife of William.  When she
wasn't doing school-related activities, she helped her husband in the
store.  She was just as nice as William.

A stream of young boys and girls streamed past Mrs. Carlson, plus
some older ones.  Steve spotted Elizabeth.  He watched her hug a
girl that looked her own age and then she walked toward the western
side of town.  He flicked the reins and the horse started up.  He
pulled up next to her.

"Would you like a ride?" Steve asked.

Elizabeth looked up and smiled when she recognized him from the
store yesterday.

"Sure," she said.

Steve reached down and pulled and helped her into the seat in his
wagon.

"Steve, right?" she said, as she sat down.

"Yes," said Steve, as the horse started again.

"What's my name?" she said, expecting ignorance.

"Elizabeth Barker," Steve replied.

"That's right," she said.  "Uh, I don't remember your last name."

"Zanders," he said.

"Nice horse," she said, "What's his name?"

"Bear," he replied, "He's a good horse."

"I appreciate the ride, though I can walk, of course.  I walk most of
the time."

"Of course."

Steve changed subjects.

"Your fiance is not a nice man."

"You mean my fee-on-say," she laughed.  "Nope, he's not." She smiled.

Steve felt warmed by her smile.  He didn't realize he was a little
chilly until she smiled.

"So why are you with him?  He treats you like you're stupid."

"Have to."

"Have to?"

"Only way to save the family farm."

"I have money," said Steve, "I can help."

"It's a done deal," Elizabeth replied.

"But why?" said Steve.  He felt his heart constrict.

"I don't want to talk about it right now?" she said.  "So where you
from?"

"Saint Louis, but originally from Iowa."

"Saint Louis?  The big city!" responded Elizabeth excitedly.  "What
are you doing in nowhere?"

"I'll tell you something of my life if you'll tell me about what's
going on in your life."

"I'll think about it," she said quietly.

They chatted idly about the weather for a short time.

"Oh, there's my home," she said.

Steve stopped at the fence line and helped Elizabeth down.

"Thanks for the ride, again," she said.

"My pleasure."

*****


The silver vein was big.  No, it was huge.  With the extra money,
Chet and Lester became influential in the town.  Just a couple of
months after Chet became owner of the silver mine, he and Lester
were in town just sitting around.  They liked it that Roy could
pretty much run the mine all by himself and they could just sit back
and spend the money any way they wanted.  Mostly, they wanted to spend
it in the saloon.

"Well, will you look at that?" said Lester.

Chet followed Lester's gaze.

"Why ain't she a pretty young thing?" said Lester.  Having just
stepped out of the mercantile store was a young blonde woman.  She was
13-years old with a slim, thin figure.  "You know who that is?"

"No," said Chet,  "Wait..."  He looked at an older woman who appeared
next to the younger.  "Isn't that Erin Barker?"

"Barker?" said Lester, looking at the older woman.  "Don't we have a
Barker working for us?"

"Yeah," said Chet, "Ronald Barker.  Farmer, part-time worker."

"How'd anyone be stupid enough to be a farmer and a miner?"

Chet didn't answer.

"The girl don't have much tits yet," said Lester, "but her mother's
are decent, so she'll grow some nice ones.  She's a beauty."

"Like her?" asked Chet.

"Yeah," answered Lester.  "I got to own that.  Know her name?"

Chet shook his head.

It only took until the next day to find out the girl was Martha
Barker, the oldest child in the Barker family.  Lester got dressed
up, sort of, and rode over to the Barker family farm.

"Mr. Johnson," said 34-year old Ronald Barker, in surprise to seeing
his mining boss at his home.

"Hi," Lester said sweetly.  "I'm here to come a courting for your
daughter Martha."

"Uh," said Ron, in further surprise.  "You're a bit old for her."

"Why don't you let her decide?" said Lester.  "All I want is some
companionship.  You have a wife.  I just want some of that.  And
with all the kids you got, it looks like you've been getting plenty!"

The Barkers had seven children.

"Mr. Johnson," said Ron indignated.  "Please leave at once."

"Wait just a minute," protested Lester.

"Go now or I'll get my shotgun."

"Okay," said Lester.   Ron watched him return to his horse and ride
off.

"Who was that?" his beautiful 33-year old wife Erin asked.

"Lester Johnson."

"What did he want?"

He told her.

"What!" she said.


Lester waited near the school with a small bouquet of flowers.  He saw
Martha Barker as she started to walk home.  He quickly hurried to
catch up with her.

"Hello," he said sweetly.

"Hi," she said tentatively, looking at the man.

"I got these flowers for you."  He put them in front of her face.

She stood still.

"Aren't you going to take them?"

She shook her head.

"Don't you like flowers?"

"I like flowers," Martha said quietly.

"So here."  Lester pushed them forward again.

"I don't want your flowers."

"Why not?  Did your father mention me?"

"Yes," she said.

"Don't listen to him.  I'm a very nice guy.  We'll be very good for
each other.  Haven't you ever disobeyed your Dad?  Haven't you?"

She nodded her head.

"So why not go out with me?  Let's be friends."

"I don't want to."

Lester stalked away angrily.


The next day, Lester was back again.

"I have some sweet chocolate for you," he said.

"No, thank you," Martha said, politely.

"I bet you don't get chocolate much do you?"

She shook her head.

Lester opened the box.  "So just take one.  What's the hurt to it?
You like chocolate, don't you?"

"Sure," she said, quietly.  She looked at the box.

"Go ahead, pretty Martha."  He put the open box in front of her
face.  "Go ahead."

She reached in and grabbed one.  "Thank you," she said at she picked
it up.  She put it in her mouth.  It was delicious.

"Good, huh?" said Lester.

"Mmm-Hmm," she said and nodded agreement.

"I can afford to buy the best," said Lester.  "So how about me and
you going on a picnic by the creek and get to know each other a little
better."

Martha shook her head.

"Why not?  Is it your Dad again?"  Lester found himself getting angry.

She shook her head again.

"Well, why not then?"

"You're too old," she replied.  "You look older than my Pa."

"What!" said Lester, now definitely mad.  "There's lots of woman
your age who marry older men like me."

"I don't want to."

"I have money.  I can take care of you.  Young men can't do that."

"I don't want to.  I want a younger man."

"Why you!" Lester raised up his hand as if to slap her.  "You bitch!"

"Hi there, Mr. Johnson," said a female voice.

Lester turned.  It was Martha's younger sister Elizabeth.

Elizabeth saw what Lester held.

"Oooh, you got chocolate," said Elizabeth.  "I love chocolate.  I only
tasted it a couple of times though."

Lester knew his opportunity to talk to Martha just vanished with her
sister showing up.

"See you, sweetie," he said, but there was the sound of malice in his
voice.  Lester turned and stormed away.

"What he want?" asked Elizabeth.

Martha told her.

"Yuck," said Elizabeth.  "He's probably even older than Pa."

*****

Steve offered Elizabeth a ride home from school again the next day
which was Friday.

Elizabeth got Steve talking.

"I grew up on a farm in Iowa," said Steve, "but when I got older I
decided to try out the city.  I'd heard some bad things about Chicago,
so I decided to go to Saint Louis.  I got a job in a clothing factory
and worked hard and became a foreman.  I designed a new shirt and I
made good money off that too.  So, by the time I'm twenty, I'm making
good money and I'm pretty well off."

"Wow!" said Elizabeth, "so why didn't a handsome man like yourself who
has money too have a beautiful woman he's married to?"

"Well," said Steve.  He trailed off.  "It's sort of..."  He stopped
again.  "You need to tell me what you're doing being engaged to Chet
Johnson first.  It's your turn to talk."

"Okay," said Elizabeth.  Her friendly personality became subdued.
"Chet and Lester Johnson are bad men."

"I've figured that already."

"It started with Martha and Lester."

"Martha and Lester?" said Steve.

"Martha's my older sister," said Elizabeth.  "We were in desperate
times.  We had no money and so Chet offered a deal to Pa.  Chet likes
poker and so Pa had to play Chet for our family to survive.  We had
no choice.  So Pa loses, but Chet says he's a kind man and he'll give
us the money to survive, but Pa has to give Martha to Lester for his
wife.  What choice did Pa and Ma have?  We can starve or we can live.
Just Martha's living with Lester."

"That's awful," said Steve.  He reached over and wiped a tear trickle
from Elizabeth's cheek.  Before he could follow up and ask how all
that led to her being engaged to Chet, they were at the Barker farm.

"You go to church?" she asked, as she got off the wagon.  Her spirits
were abruptly brighter.

"Not for a while," Steve said.

"Oh," said Elizabeth, solemnly.

"But I've been thinking I should get back," he added.  "The city's an
easy place to forget about God.  What time?"

"Ten o'clock," she smiled.  Steve felt that warmness in his heart
again.


On Sunday, Steve arrived a little late and sat in the back of the
church.  He could see Elizabeth and what was probably her family.
When church got out, he loitered.

"Well, I'm glad you're in the house of the Lord today, Mr.
Zanders," said Reverend Benson.

"Steve," he replied.

"Oh, you did make it!" came a now familiar voice.

Steve turned and he felt his heart miss a beat.

"Ma!  Pa!" yelled over Elizabeth.  Her parents came over.  "This
is the nice guy I mentioned who gave me the ride."

"Steve Zanders," he said in introduction and stuck out his hand.

"Ronald Barker," came the reply with a firm handshake.  "This is
my wife, Erin."

"A pleasure," Steve said, nodding to the woman.

"From Saint Louis, huh?" said Ron."

"Yes."

"Where you living?"

"Just past the Potter farm.  Got me a big piece of land."

Unexpectedly, younger children surrounded them.

"Those are my brothers, Samuel and Silas," said Elizabeth about the
twin boys.  They're ten."

"He's Richard."  She pointed at another boy.  "He's eight."

"And Deborah and Donna are five."  Steve looked at the twin girls.

"Of course, there's Martha.  She fourteen now," added Elizabeth.
"She don't come to church no more.  Her husband doesn't like church."

There was a brief awkward silence.

"But I'm glad you came," Elizabeth said, happily.

"Glad I came," said Steve.  And he was.

*****

"She won't have anything to do with me,"  complained Lester to Chet.
"She even took a piece of chocolate, the stupid bitch."

"So, she don't want you," said Chet uninterested.  "Go down to the
house and pay Jennifer to spread her legs for you.  She's still a
good fuck."

"Yeah," said Lester.  "But if I had someone like Martha, all I'd
have to do is feed her.  That's a lot cheaper.  And her mother's
only a little younger than us and she still looks good enough to
make money on her back.  I'll be enjoying Martha for years and still
be able to get a few whores on the side when I want to."

Chet just shrugged his shoulders.

"You got to help me brother," Lester pleaded.


A week later, Ron Barker was in the bosses' office.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" said Ron.  He looked over at Lester.
He had a weird look on his face.

"Sit down," said Chet.   Ron nervously obeyed.  "I hate to tell you
this, but you're not working out."

"What do you mean?" said Ron, making sure he understood what Chet was
implying.

"We have some complaints from some of the other men that you aren't
pulling your share and you're doing dangerous things.  And we've
noticed it too."

"What!" interjected Ron, "I'm a good worker.  Who's been saying that?"

"Ron..." said Chet shaking his head.

"What is this?  Your father knew I was a good worker.  He was always
trying to convince me to quit farming and work for him fulltime."

"Please leave now, Mr. Barker," said Chet.  Lester stood.

The door slammed when Ron left.

"That went well," said Chet.  Lester smiled.


Chet monitored the Barker family over the next couple of weeks.  His
buddies Carl and Earl eavesdropped on conversations.  Disappointedly,
the Barker's seemed unaltered by the loss of the mining income.

Chet happened to be in the Carlson store when he saw Ron Barker come
in.  He hid behind some shelves.

"Hey, William," said Ron.  "I really appreciate you and Aaron helping
me bring my crops up to Joplin this Saturday."

"No problem, Ron," replied William.  "Your crops this year are the
envy of Silver Creek.  Your gonna make a lot of money this year.  You
want even have to plant next year, if you don't want to."  William
laughed.

Ron searched through his pockets.  "I don't seem to have my money
with me."

"Don't worry about it," said William.  "Pay me after Saturday."

"Thanks."

Chet waited until Ron left to come back out.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson," said William, surprised to see him still in the
store.  "You find what you need?"

"Oh, yeah," said Chet, staring at Ron in the street.


Friday turned out to be a rainy night much to the chagrin of Chet.

"This ain't gonna work," said Lester, quietly.

"We better make it work," said Chet, "or you can forget Martha."

Lester peeked into the door.  "There's just animals in here."

"No stupid," said Chet, "That one."  He pointed to another barn.

The brothers and Carl and Earl carefully walked over to the other
building.  The rain at least masked any extra noise.

"Holy cow," said Lester, looking into the storage barn.

"Pity," said Chet, looking at the large crop.

"But how do we burn the barn in the rain," said Lester.

"Well, I hadn't planned on it raining, but we burn what we can.  Put
that wood over there."

Chet struck his matches and lit the wood.  He took any loose hay and
added it to the fire.  They continued to add to the fire and it grew
and began to spread and destroy the crop.

"I think that will do," said Chet.  "Let's get out of here."  The four
men ran away until they got to their horses and rode off.

Unfortunately for the Barker barn, the rain lessened and even
though the wood frame was wet on the outside, the fire eventually
attacked the wood and began to consume it.  The rain returned later,
but it was too late for the barn.

Ron and Erin Barker were awakened by a loud crashing sound.

"What was that?" said Silas and then they heard the other children
repeat the same question.  The twin girls in fright called for their
Ma.

"Stay here," said Ron.

Ron went outside into the rain.  The sky was dark, but not so dark
that he couldn't see the smoldering.  There were still a few fire
sparks, but the rain was beating it down.  Ron was in shock.  He ran
to where the barn was, but it was on the ground in several pieces.
He continued to walk the barn in disbelief as if hoping it would
reappear.

"It's gone," said Ron inside, in a daze, to his wife.

"What?" said Erin.  She was worried.  She'd never seen her husband's
face look like that.

"The storage barn," he said.

"What!" said Erin, realizing the implications, "What happened?"

"Burnt.  Lightning, I guess."

"I didn't see any lightning last night."

Ron shrugged.  "Must have been."

Ronald and Erin Barker softly cried in each other's arms that night,
so not to alarm the kids.  Late into the night they talked.

"It's the only way, Erin," Ron said.  "I'm going to have to beg
Chet Johnson for a job."

Erin didn't like it, but she knew her husband was right.


Ron Barker came into the saloon three days later.  He immediately
spotted Chet and Lester.  The two losers, Carl and Earl, were with
them.

"Can I talk to you, Mr. Johnson?"

"Free country," said Chet.

"Alone.  It's important."

Chet signaled Carl and Earl to leave.  They went to the other side
of the saloon.

"Anything you say before me, you can say before my brother," said
Chet.

Ron sat down.  What choice did he have?

"I need a job.  I'd like to get my job back, but full-time."

"Why do you need that?" Chet asked.

"Well, I'm sure you heard about the fire I had.  It destroyed my
crop.  My family isn't going to survive the year."

"Yeah, I heard that," said Chet, "Sad circumstances."  Chet looked
over at Lester who was trying to suppress a laugh.

"Why don't you go take a walk," said an annoyed Chet to his
brother.

"But..." protested Lester.

"This is man-to-man."

"Alright," mumbled Lester.  Lester left.  Carl and Earl followed
Lester out of the saloon.

"I'm not gonna let you have your job back," Chet said, "but I'll
let you play for it."

"Play?" said Ron.

"Poker," said Chet.  "Five-card stud.  First one to win four hands.
If you win, I'll give you enough money to survive until next year's
crop."

"If I lose?" asked Ron.

"We get your land.  You're going to lose it anyway otherwise."

Ron just thought about it briefly.

"When?"

"How 'bout tomorrow?  Two o'clock.  Right here.  Just me with Lester
watching.  Bring your daughter Martha to watch."

"Martha?  Why Martha?"

"I want to keep it civil.  I'm not sure if I trust you and you'll keep
it civil if your daughter is here."


Martha sat uncomfortably in the chair next to Pa.  Lester sat across
from her and just stared at her.  Sometime he'd catch her eye and
lick his lips in what she felt was a lewd manner.

Ron won the first two hands of poker.  The first hand with two of a
kind and the second with just a queen high.  He lost the next hand,
and the next.  The fifth hand also went to Chet.  On hand six, Ron
had three sevens.  He felt confident.  Chet displayed three kings.
It was over.  Four wins for Chet.

"Please Mr. Johnson," pleaded Ron.  "Play until five wins."

"Alright," said Chet, "I am a kind man.  I'll give you another
chance."

"Thank you," said Ron.

Ron won the next hand.  A flush.  The next hand was garbage and
he lost to Chet's pair of threes.

"Well, you still lost," said Chet, "and since we played extra the
stakes went up."

"What?" said Ron, suddenly alarmed.

"But," said Chet, "I like to follow in my father's ways and be a kind
man.  I will give you enough to survive the year, but you must give
Martha to Lester to be his wife.

"What!" said Ron, standing up.  "Your father would do no such thing!"

Alarmed, Chet quickly drew his gun and aimed it at Ron.

"Sit down," Chet ordered.  "Don't threaten me."

Ron sat down.

"That is your only option," said Chet.

"Never!"

"I'll do it Pa," said Martha quietly.

"What?" said Ron, turning his head to her.  "No."

A smile grew on Lester's face.

"Martha, you will not marry this...this slime."

"Hey," said Chet, "Is that anyway to talk to your future son-in-law?"

"It'll save the family," said Martha.

"It's not worth it," said Ron.

"Pa," she said, "I'm old enough.  I'm gonna marry Lester."

"Don't worry, Mr. Barker," said Lester, "it'll be a church wedding.
I want to get married right away."

Ron looked at Lester with loathing.

"This Saturday at ten o'clock sounds good to me.  Can I call you Pa?"
Lester laughed.


"Come on, come on.  Hurry up and get undressed," said 34-year old
Lester to his thirteen-year old new wife.

"Can't you turn around, please?" said Martha.

"You're my wife, now.  I can see you naked."  Lester gave her dress a
little yank and she heard it tear a little.

"Hey!" she said.  "You tore it!"

"If you'd hurry up!"

Lester had undressed immediately.  This was the first time Martha
had seen a hard cock since peeking in on Pa and Ma making love.
Lester was a little bigger.  It made her fearful.

"Woo woo, beautiful," said Lester when she was finally naked.  "Now
get up on our bed and spread your legs for me."

Lester climbed up on top of her.  His breath stank.  He drank too
much after the wedding.

"Why your eyes closed, sweetie?" asked Lester.  He didn't wait for
an answer as he felt his cock come in contact with her pussy.  He
began to push in.

"Oh, yeah.  So tight.  Just like I knew you'd be."  He felt his cock
touch a barrier inside her.  "We're gonna make love now."  He powered
his cock into her and smashed her hymen.  He pushed forcefully into her
to get deeper and deeper.  When he finally had his cock fully inside,
he began to fuck her roughly.

Martha felt her new husband's cock enter her.  It wasn't so bad. It
just felt weird.  But then his cock pressed against something and that
hurt.  She screamed when a moment later, she felt something tear inside
her.  She screamed and screamed as his cock penetrated into her.  She
screamed as he roughly stroked his cock back and forth inside her.

"I'm gonna cum for you, Martha.  Gonna cum.  Oh, yeah!"  yelled
Lester, as he started to spew.  He rested on top of her.  "Your even a
better fuck than I thought you'd be."

She felt a hot liquid inside her and he finally stopped moving his
cock inside her pussy.  She rested.  Her pussy felt like it was on
fire.

"Come on, turn over," said Lester.

Martha saw the mixture of his cum and her blood on the bed.

She screamed when she felt his cock enter her pussy forcefully from
behind on her first night as a married woman.

*****

Steve picked up Elizabeth from school again on Monday.

"I was wondering if you were going to pick me up today," said
Elizabeth.

"Are your brother's jealous?" asked Steve.

"Doesn't matter.  I told them they can't ride."

"So about you and Chet," Steve said, quickly steering the topic.

"Well, our crop barn burned," said Elizabeth, "and we had no money,
so Pa goes to Chet and asked for his job back.  Chet had fired Pa
for no good reason.  Chet says we'll play poker for it.  Chet wins
and Pa ends up losing Martha to Lester."

"Lester beats her," she added.

"Chet will beat you too," Steve said.

"I can handle myself," she replied with uncertainty.

"You told me about Martha.  So about you?" Steve asked again.

"Wait! Stop!" said Elizabeth, pointing.

Steve pulled on the reins.

Elizabeth started to climb down.  "Let me show you something."  She
ran off into the woods.

Steve hurriedly jumped out of the wagon and raced after her.  He
didn't stop running until she did.  She sat down on the grass.

"You're fast," said Steve, gasping.  He was surprised he was out of
breath.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-one."

"I'm twelve.  Turn thirteen in three months.  Pa made Chet promise
we wouldn't marry until I'm thirteen.  I guess it's my birthday
present and wedding present together."

"Doesn't sound very good," said Steve, as he sat down.

"Isn't this a great spot?  You're hidden by these two rocks, but
you can see the creek.  This is my secret place."

"I like it," said Steve.

"So tell me about your life in the city.  Especially this girlfriend
you didn't want to talk about."

Steve breathed in deeply.

"I'd met a beautiful woman.  Her name was Maria.  She was seventeen.
Her family was from Italy.  Dark hair, olive eyes.  I loved her."

"Sounds nothing like me," said Elizabeth.

"Your very beautiful too."

"You think so?"

"Yeah," he said.

She noticed him sort of staring.  She followed it.

"Are you staring at my tits?" she asked.

Steve turned red.  "Um..."

"It's okay.  I know mine are bigger than most girls my age.  I'm
already bigger than Martha and I think I'll be bigger than Ma when
I'm grown."

Steve looked at the ground and felt embarrassed.

"So Maria..." Elizabeth said.

Steve was grateful to return to the topic.

"Maria and I had fallen in love.  We planned to get married.  But her
uncle and her brothers didn't like me.  They tried to keep us apart.
I think they had connections to Chicago in some way.  They'd beat
me up, but they couldn't keep me away.  Finally, Maria came to me
and broke it off.  She said they'd kill me the next time they saw me
with her.  I was heartbroken.  I moved away.  Everything in Saint
Louis reminded me of Maria.  I grew up on a farm.  I know how to farm.
So I moved here.  I like it here.  It's a beautiful place."

"Sad," said Elizabeth.  "I'm sorry."

"Thanks," said Steve.  He wiped some tears from his eyes.

"I should go home now," said Elizabeth quietly.

*****

One week after the wedding of Lester and Martha, the couple appeared
for the first and only time at Sunday church.

"Where did you get this bruise on your arm?" Ron asked her when he
had her away from Lester.

"He was just a little rough one day."

"Rough?  Did he hit you?"

She didn't answer at first.  "I'm his wife."

"What?  Have you ever seen me hit Ma?  Ever?  Have you?"

"No."

"Well, he shouldn't hit you."

"Sometimes I do things wrong."

"He should never hit you."

Lester made his newly married couple obligatory appearance at church
and the couple never appeared there again.  The only religious
experience, he wanted on Sunday was when he was saying "Oh, God,"
as he pumped Martha's tight pussy.  He loved how she screamed
underneath him when he was on top.

Despite all Lester's money, he chose to live pretty shabbily.
Martha didn't have basic cleaning supplies to keep the house okay.
She was soon basically wearing rags.  Lester was frequently
impatient to get her out of her dress.  Martha cried to herself
when Lester wasn't around.

As bad as the marriage was for Martha, just a month after she
was married, things got even worse.

Chet was over to their house sitting in a chair talking to
his brother.

"Why don't you offer my brother to drink?" suggested Lester

"What would you like to drink?" came Martha's obedient response.

"No! you stupid woman!" yelled Lester.  He seemed to yell at her all
the time.  "Offer to drink his cum."

"But...sir," she said, afraid.

"Do it or I'll beat you so bad."

Chet smiled.

"May I drink your cum, sir?"

"Why certainly," replied Chet.

Martha opened up his pants and pulled out his cock.  He was even
bigger than Lester.  She put her mouth over it and began to suck on it
as Lester had told her to do with his own cock.  Lester had hit her
until she got it right.

"Now that's a proper hostess," complimented Chet.

Lester watched as his wife sucked off his brother.  The only sounds
were the slurping sounds and the groans of Chet.

"Oh, damn that's good," said Chet.  "Oh, yeah, oh yeah."  He became
louder.  Chet held her head down on his cock and strained and groaned.

Martha started to gag on his deep cock and then she felt his hot,
sticky, putrid cum hit her throat causing her to gag further.  She
tried to squirm away, but Chet held her tight.

"Yeah, I like to do that too," Lester said, when Chet finally let go
of Martha's face.

"Good going," said Chet lightly slapping her on the cheek.

"I can't thank you enough brother," said Lester, "She has the tightest
pussy.  Martha, get undressed and turn around so Chet can see."

Martha was alarmed but she obeyed.

Lester came over to Chet and together peered at her pink pussy.

"Hey, would you like to try it?" said Lester.

Martha started to tremble.

"That is very kind," said Chet "but right there she is properly only
yours."  Martha flinched when Chet poked her pussy with his finger.
"This way you always know your children are yours.  What if I try
here?"

"Sure brother, that be fine.  I enjoy her ass too."

Martha tensed and her heart dismayed.

"Lester," said Chet, "why don't you put her up on you to ride your
bucking bronco and we'll do some double-barrel action."

Lester's face brightened.

Martha was dragged into bedroom.  Lester laid down and was put on top
of him.  His now all too familiar cock was again deep inside her
pussy.

"Hold her tight," said Chet.

Lester pulled her body down on his and wrapped his arms tight around
her.  Martha found herself struggling to breath.

She felt a second cock poking around where one was already inside her.
It moved up and pushed against her ass.  It hurt so bad when Lester
fucked her there.  Her ass always hurt now.

"Ready?" said Chet.

"Got her," said Lester.  His arms squeezed even tighter around her.

She screamed as Chet's cock fiercely pushed against her anal ring and
opened her up and slid in.  The pain of two cocks inside her was
almost too much.

"She can sure scream," laughed Chet.

"Yeah," said Lester, "that's one of the things I love about her."

They synchronized to push into her at the same time.  Lester held
her tight.  All she could do was scream.  The torment lessened only
after she felt Chet's cock exploded inside her ass and finally her
husband's cock came in her pussy.

This activity now happened at least once very week, often twice a
week during their marriage.


About three months after the marriage, Ron came into the saloon.  Not
surprisingly Lester was there.  Chet wasn't there, but Carl and Earl
were.

Ron sat down at the table.

"Hi," said Lester, smiling, "want a drink.  I'll buy."  He straightened
up the tablecloth.

"No, thank you," replied Ron.  "My daughter turned fourteen a few days
ago and I was hoping to see her."  He looked at Earl.  He was
breathing strange and had glazed eyes.  Drunk already, he thought.

"We've been kind of busy," replied Lester "Newlywed stuff."

"Look," said Ron, banging the table.  "I want to see my daughter."
He wanted to wipe that smirk off Lester's face.

"Okay, okay," said Lester.  He reached his hand under the table.
"Martha, sweetie, why don't you come on up?"

Out from under the table, Martha suddenly appeared.

"Have a seat," Lester said, patting.

Martha sat on his lap but turned away.

"Why don't you look at your Daddy?  He's here to see you," said
Lester.

"No," whined Martha.

"Do it," Lester said more firmly.

Martha turned her head to look at Pa.

Ron was startled to see a big black shiner on her right eye.

"Sweetie here was just a little disobedient.  Weren't you, sweetie?"

"Yes," said Martha, softly.

Ron could feel his pulse quicken.

"Matter of fact, her disobedience caused her to lose a baby.  Just
as well though.  This way her pussy stays nice and tight.

"Why you..." Ron started to rise.  Part of him was glad she wasn't
having a child with this asshole, but it was still a baby that
Lester had killed.  You shouldn't kill a baby just because the
father is an asshole.  It's not the baby's fault.

Lester quickly interrupted.  "I'd advise you to keep calm and not
do anything stupid, Mr. Barker."

Ron sat back down.

"Your Pa is here to say happy birthday to you.  Isn't that nice?"

"Yes," said Martha, softly.  "Please go Pa.  Please go."  Her eyes
started to tear.

"I just wanted...I never see you."

"Please."

Ron got up and left.

"So, said Chet, "why don't you get back down and finish off Earl and
then I bet Carl will be ready to go again."

Martha slunk back underneath the table.  Earl closed his eyes and
had a happy smile on his face.

****

During the next two weeks, Elizabeth and Steve talked frequently
after school at her hiding place by the creek.  Steve brought a
blanket with him and a picnic basket with bread and fruit.

Steve realized he had become infatuated with Elizabeth.  His heart
ached much like it did when he lost Maria.  Elizabeth belonged to
another.

One day, they were walking back from the creek to the wagon.  Chet
was in his own wagon going the other way and he saw Elizabeth come out
of the woods with a man.

"Oh, no!  It's Chet!" panicked Elizabeth, seeing him pull up.  They
walked up to Steve's wagon.

Chet jumped out and pulled Elizabeth violently away from Steve.  "What
do you think you're doing?" he screamed at her.

"Hey," protested Steve.

Chet turned to Steve.  "You stay away from her, boy!  She's my
fee-on-say."

"I want to go home," screamed Elizabeth, as Chet pushed her into
his wagon

"We need to talk wedding stuff," said Chet.

"Just a minute..." said Steve.

Chet punched him in the gut and he doubled over.

"Was I talking to you?"

"Steve!" yelled Elizabeth.

"I'm okay," said Steve waving her off.  "Just go with your fiance."

*****

Slightly more than a month after Ron saw Martha in the saloon,
Elizabeth had an experience wit her best friend, Anne Henson.  Anne
turned thirteen on the same day as Martha turned fourteen.

Elizabeth and Anne were over near the mine exploring and looking and
being best friends.  They were currently sitting up against a rock
hillside.  Laughing and giggling were their activity.

"Hello, girls."

Elizabeth looked up.  It was Chester who spoke and Lester Johnson
was with him.  She and Anne immediately stood up.  The men spread out
a little and the girls felt a little trapped.

"You two sure have been growing into two beautiful women," said Chet.

"It's customary," said Chet "when you receive a compliment to say
'thank you'".

"Thank you," said Elizabeth uncomfortably.

"Thank you," said Anne, equally uncomfortable.

"They sure are pretty aren't they, Lester?"

"Yep," replied Lester, "Sure are."

"Pretty women like you all," said Chet, "just want to make a man
touch you and all."  The brothers started to move closer.  "We just
can't control ourselves."

Elizabeth felt Chet's hand on her tit and then one of Lester's hands
reached over.  The men pushed the two girls back against the rock.

"Stop, stop," cried Anne.

"You sure got nice titties," said Lester to Anne.  "Reminds me of
my wife Martha's.  Do you know Martha?"

The two girls squirmed from the touching and squeezing.  Elizabeth
twisted and was able to duck between the men and step away.

"Hey!" said Chet.

With that brief distraction, Anne squeezed away from Lester.  The
girls ran as fast as they could.

The brothers laughed.

"If you want more, you know where we are," shouted Lester.

"That Elizabeth sure got some nice tits," said Chet in reflective
thought.

"She sure does," said Lester.  "She's more than a year younger than
Martha, but she's bigger."

"You know, Lester, you got a good thing going with Martha.  That whore
Jennifer just ain't as fun as she used to be."

"Yeah?"

"I think I should get my own Martha."

*****

Despite Chet punching him, Steve continued to give Elizabeth a
ride and go down to the creek.

"I'm sorry about Chet," said Elizabeth.

"Don't worry.  He just surprised me.  It didn't hurt much.  He's
pretty slow."

On Sunday, Steve sat up with the Barker family in church.  He always
sat with them now.  Elizabeth wouldn't let him sit in the back.

"Where's your Pa?" asked Steve, looking around.

"He twisted his foot pretty badly," said Elizabeth.  "He said he'll
be up and around in a few days."

"I've hurt my foot before.  It can last longer than you think.  Plus,
it's planting season.  You can't get a late start."

"Samuel and Silas will help out.  Miss school for a couple of days,"
she replied.

That evening Steve loaded his wagon.  He rose early the next morning
and drove off.


When the ten year old Barker twin boys finally got out of the house,
they saw a man with his horse plowing their fields.  They ran inside
and Ma came out.

"Who's that?" said Erin.  She couldn't make him out in the distance.

Elizabeth came out.  "It's Steve!" she said excitedly.

"Well find out what he's doing!" came Ron's voice from inside.  He
was laid up on his bed.

"He's plowing the field, Ron," said Erin.  "Elizabeth, go run out and
see why he's here."

Elizabeth raced off.

"Hi, Steve," said Elizabeth.

"Good morning," said Steve.  "Don't you have school to go to?"

"In a little.  Pa and Ma want to know what you are doing here."

"Just helping out.  As late as your brothers came out, they missed
two hours of the day already.  They're young too.  They're not going
to be able to do much.  Now, run off.  I've got work to do."  When
she was clear, he started the horse moving again.

"He just wants to help," Elizabeth told her Ma.

Once the kids where off to school, Erin Barker walked out to Steve
with some water to drink.

"Thank you, Mrs. Barker," he said, taking her offering.

"It's very kind of you," said Erin.  "What you are doing.  Ron
truthfully was a little worried about his foot and getting the
fields going."

"It's what friends do."

"You like Elizabeth don't you?" said Erin, bluntly.

"Uh..." stammered Steve.

"You know about Chet right?"

Steve nodded.  He handed the drained drink back.

Steve stayed for dinner.  Erin wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

"I'll be back tomorrow," said Steve.

"You don't have to be..." said Ron.

"I'll be here whether you want me or not," interrupted Steve.

That night Ron suckled on his wife's tits.  These were the same tits
that each of his seven children had suckled on.  He had tasted the
infant nourishment himself.

"Steve likes our Elizabeth," said Erin in a sighing voice.

"He's a nice young man," said Ron.  His mouth slurped.

"I wish Elizabeth wasn't stuck with Chet," said Erin.  She began to
softly cry.  "I've lost Martha and now I'm going to lose Elizabeth.
And I don't think I can have any more babies."  Three years ago,
a horse kicked Erin in the stomach and she lost her five month
pregnancy.  Just a year ago, she miscarried a two month pregnancy.
It was five years since their last child.  The longest they'd ever
gone without a pregnancy.

"We can try," said Ron, sliding on top of her.

"Yes," softly said Erin, as she felt her husband's familiar cock slide
into her pussy.

They slowly and gently made love.  Erin was a moaner, but with
children you had to be quieter.  It was a slow build up that never
got old to them.  The times when the children were away, they make
noisier love, but that was rare.

"Oh, yes," said Erin whispering, as she began to cum.  She grasped
and clutched at the husband's back.

"Unhhh," groaned Ron, maybe a little too loud and he released his cum.

The held each other tight in afterglow.  They each silently prayed for
a baby daughter.

Elizabeth was awake.  She couldn't get her mind off Steve.  She felt
she could deal with the Chet marriage, but now that Steve came around
it made it hard.  She heard her parents begin to make love.  She and
Martha had often peeked at their parents doing it.  As Elizabeth
heard the soft moans of her Ma, her index finger went into her pussy
and she began to stroke inside.  She imagined Steve was on top of
her just like Pa was on top of Ma right now.  When her parents
stopped, she stopped too.  Doing that always felt good.


The next day when the twin boys were back from school, they came over
to Steve who was on a break.

"You got a nice rifle," said Samuel.

"Thanks," said Steve, "Want to try it?"

"We don't know how."

"Really?"

"Pa can't afford any ammo right now."

"You can use mine.  I have plenty.  Just ask your Pa if it's okay."

"Okay," the boys said excitedly and raced toward the house.

The later part of the daylight was spent teaching the boys to shoot.
Steve set up some targets on fence posts.  He was impressed on how
fast the boys learned.

"I'll bring some ammo over tomorrow and you can practice with your
own shotguns."

"Thanks, mister," said Samuel.

"Steve."

"Thanks, Steve," said Silas.

After dinner, Elizabeth took Steve out into the woods with a lantern.
They walked about ten minutes and stopped where a blanket had
obviously already been prepared.

"Why don't you lay down?" said Elizabeth.

"Planning some time to talk?" asked Steve, rhetorically.  He laid down.

"Not really," she said.  She sat down on her knees, pulled his legs
apart, and scooted between them.

"What are you doing?" said Steve, perplexed.

Elizabeth loosened his pants and pulled them down.  His erect cock
sprang out into the open air.  She took it in her hands.

"What are you doing?" said Steve, knowing full well what she was
doing.

"Shhhh," she said.  She put her mouth over his cock and started to
suck and lick it.

"Elizabeth...?"

She broke away from his cock.  "Martha said guys really like it when
you to this.  Do you not like it?"

"I like it all right, it's just..."  Steve groaned.

Elizabeth's mouth was on his cock again and her tongue was driving
him crazy.  Steve's groaning just encouraged Elizabeth that she was
doing something right.

"Ohhhh!" groaned Steve.  "That feels so good, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth was excited and she put his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," said Steve, in passion.  He strained.  "Ohhhh!".  He
released.  He planned to warn her but it was too fast.

Elizabeth knew he would cum, but the actual moment surprised her.
She gagged and backed away.

"Sorry," she said, "I guess I need the practice."

"That's okay," said Steve,  "That felt great."

Elizabeth bent down and slowly kissed and licked his wet cock.  He
immediately began to harden again.  She practiced.  She did better.


The next evening, they again went out to the blanket in the woods.
Steve stayed sitting up.  Elizabeth tried to reach for his cock,
but he kept her away.

"I thought you liked it," whined Elizabeth.

"It's about time you finally told me why you're engaged to Chet."

"Okay," she huffed and sat down across from him.

"Lester was beating on Martha a lot.  Pa had to do something or he
reckoned Martha be dead one day.  They played poker again.  I think
I saw Chet cheat, but it ended up with me engaged to Chet.  Pa made
him promise that we wouldn't get married until I'm thirteen.  That's
less than two months from now."

Steve stared out.  His mind in thought until he was jolted out of
thought.  Elizabeth's lips were grasping his cock through his pants.
"You want this don't you?"

"Yeah," she said.

She got it.  Twice.

*****

"I want you to beat Martha more," said Chet to Lester, "and make sure
she's seen around town more often.  I want her parents to see her
and their friends to see her."

Lester obeyed his brother and the town folks gasped and whispered
when they saw a bruised Martha walking around town with Chet.
Sometimes, her tit was flopping out of her dress.  Red hand marks
were evident on them.

Ron Barker had enough.  It was one thing to degrade his daughter in
Martha and Lester's home, it was another to make it public.

"Talk to Chet," Lester told him when confronted.  "He won her."

"You got to make it worth my while," Chet told him, "I want Elizabeth
for my wife.  We'll play poker.  You win, you get Martha.  I win, I
get Elizabeth."

"Of all the nerve," his wife Erin told him, "they got Martha, do you
think we're going to give them Elizabeth too?"

"But what if Pa wins?" said Elizabeth.

Ma turned to her.  "Don't you be listening to our conversations.  This
doesn't concern you."

"Yes, it does," argued Elizabeth.  "Martha's my sister.  I miss her.
I hate to see what's become of her."

"Elizabeth!" warned Ma.

"Look, I'll go play poker with Chet myself.  We got to do something."

"You don't know how to play," said Pa.

"I'll learn!"  Elizabeth stormed outside.

The Barker's knew the risks.  It would be an awful life for two of
their daughters.  But they had to rescue Martha.

Ron forced Erin to stay home.  He and Elizabeth rode into town.  Chet
and Lester were at the table already.

"Lets sit at this table," Ron said to Chet.  Ron wanted to eliminate
any cheats.

"Sure," said Chet getting up and moving over.  "That's fine.  Deal
first if you want."

"I will."

Ron lost the first two hands.  He began to sweat.  He rebounded and
won the next two.  He managed a nervous smile.  He lost the next
hand, but won the next.  It came down to one hand.  Ron shakily dealt
the cards.  He looked at his hand and his heart leaped for joy.  Three
sevens!  He displayed them proudly.  Chet put his cards down.  Three
kings.  His heart sank.

"Thank you for a fine wife," said Chet.

"Promise me one thing, Chet," said Ron.

"I don't know."

"Wait until she's thirteen before you marry."

"How long's that?"

"Just over three months."

"Well, we're gonna be even more of a family and all.  I guess I can
do that."

"Thank you."

With heavy heart, Ron returned to his wife with Elizabeth.  Erin was
happy to see Elizabeth, but Ron told his wife and she cried and
wouldn't speak to him the rest of the day.

*****

Steve's mind was in a fog.  He was trying to focus, but he couldn't.
Something important was said when Elizabeth elaborated on her story
but he was unclear.  The fact that Elizabeth was sucking wonderfully
on his cock made it nearly impossible to think.

"I found it!" Steve said, in excitement.  And the mental excitement
of realization pushed his physical excitement over and he came.
Elizabeth easily swallowed his cum without gagging.

"Both times Chet's winning hand was three kings?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," said Elizabeth, licking the cum out of her mouth and
swallowing it.  "Hey, yeah!  That's right!"

"I guess that just means Chet probably did in fact cheat," said
Steve.  "I guess there is only one thing to do."

"What's that?"

"Win you back!"

"What do you have to offer him?"

"I'm not sure."


Steve came out of the mercantile store.  He wasn't watching and
almost walked into Chet and Lester.  They saw him.

"My buddy says you've been hanging around my fee-on-say," accused
Chet.  "I thought I told you to stay away."

"We're just friends."

"I said stay away."  Chet pushed him.

"Hey!"

"He don't like that, huh?" said Lester.  He pushed him.

A fist came out and hit Lester in the face.  He staggered back.

Chet swung at Steve, but Steve slipped it and jabbed his fist into
Chet's nose.

"Son of a..." Chet exclaimed and his nose fountained red blood.

Steve left quickly.  He thought he finally had something to offer
the Johnson brothers.


Two days later, Chet was crossing the street and felt a tap on his
shoulder.  He turned and then backed out of reach quickly.

"What do you want?" Chet snarled at Steve.  The bandage on his nose
was an evident reminder of his last meeting with Steve.

"I've got a proposition for you," said Steve.

"I don't want nothing to do with you.  Just stay away from my woman."

"She's not your woman yet.  I think you'll like this proposition.  It
involves poker."

"I'm listening," said Chet, his ears pricked up.

"Now you and Lester don't like me and I don't like you..."


Martha's was crushed underneath Lester.  His cock was moving in and
out of her pussy again.  He already came twice inside her within the
hour.  Each time he had her lick his cock hard again and then he
entered her again.

Martha had learned to tolerate Lester.  It didn't hurt anymore.  Not
that bad at least.  Unless he was drunk.  Well, he was drunk quite
often.  She figured she'd live.  Lester once took her to the
whorehouse.  He'd actually had her and a whore named Rose lick each
other's pussy while he watched.  Martha was surprised how good it
felt and there were sensations in her body she'd never known about.
It was as if she was flying like a bird.  Lester eventually pushed
her off of Rose and fucked the whore.  He told Martha, this was how a
woman responded to a man.  Rose had moaned and groaned to Lester's
fucking and said weird things like "Give it to me."  After, Lester
had collapsed down on Rose and fell asleep, the two woman had talked.
Rose told her that Martha might as well learn to enjoy it.

Martha never learned to enjoy Lester.  Rose was a whore.  Rose was
paid to pretend to enjoy it.  Lester didn't fuck in a way she could
enjoy.  It was nothing like when she'd seen her Pa and Ma make love.

Chet saw his brother's ass moving up and down.  His brother was
fucking Martha.

"Hey, Lester," said Chet.

"Unhhh," Martha cried, as Lester elbow accidentally hit her face as
he turned to see who was interrupting him.

"We need to talk," said Chet.

"This ain't a good time as you can see, brother," said Lester.

"Now," said Chet.

Lester knew not to cross his brother.  He dragged his wife with him.
He went to the table and sat in a chair.  He sat Martha down on his
lap with her facing him and used her pussy as a cockwarmer.  He
held her tight against him.  Her nipples pressed against his chest.
Sometimes during the conversation, he'd thrust a little.

"So what's so important?" asked Lester.  He couldn't hide his
perturbance.

Chet told him.

"So," said Lester, making sure he understood Chet correctly.  "You
play this Steve guy in poker.  The first one who wins four hands
stays, the loser leaves town forever."

"Right."

Martha heard the conversation.  But she felt no hope.  Just another
stupid person to lose to Chet and Lester.

"And also..." said Lester.


"If Chet wins," said Elizabeth, "he and Lester get your crops and
your farm and even your horse Bear."

"Correct," said Steve.  He flexed and unflexed his hands.

Elizabeth was leaned back against Steve.  Her dress was hiked up and
his hands were underneath it.  She loved the feel of his hands
squeezing her tits.

"But if you win," continued Elizabeth, "me and Martha are free."

"Correct."

"You're risking too much," said Elizabeth.

"I'm risking nothing," said Steve.  "I love you, Elizabeth Barker.
Without you I have nothing.  If I do nothing, you are Chet's.  If I
lose, you are Chet's, but if I win..."  His voice trailed away.

"You already know Chet cheats!"

"I'll watch him really close."

Elizabeth cried.


On the day of the poker game, Elizabeth cried.  Steve wouldn't let
her go with him.

"I couldn't bear seeing you one last time," he explained.  "If I
lose, we'll always have a good memory of each other."

He kissed her deeply.  They didn't realize this was the first time
they ever kissed more than a peck.


Chet and Lester waited at the table.  They looked eager.

Chet drew high card and dealt first.  The first hand, Chet had a pair
of threes showing.  Steve hoped for a match with his hole card, but
ended up with just a queen high.  First hand - Chet.  Steve dealt.
Chet had two fours showing.   Chet had nothing else.  Steve got a
jack in the hole to match his one showing.  Second hand to Steve.
Chet dealt hand three.  Five up to Steve, king up to Chet, nine up
to Steve, jack up to Chet, a second nine up to Steve.

The table was disturbed by a loud thunk.  A knife was between the
index and middle fingers of Chet.  A card was pinned to the table.

"I'd advise you not to try to palm the cards," warned Steve.  He
pulled his knife out of the table.  The card stuck to it was another
king.

"Hey, barkeep!" yelled Steve.  He waved some money.  "I want to buy
another deck.  This one suddenly became marked."

Chet won the third hand anyway.  Chet's two pair over Steve's pair of
tens.  Steve evened it up on hand four with a pair of aces.  Chet won
hand five with just an ace high

"Just one more and you're gone," taunted Lester.  "I'm gonna love
your horse.  Teach it to fuck Martha."

Steve evened it up.  Three sevens over Chet's pair of kings.

Chet dealt.

Nine of hearts to Steve.  Chet - king of clubs.  Steve - six of
hearts.  Chet - two of spades.  Steve - five of diamonds.  Chet -
king of diamonds.  Steve - eight of spades.  Chet - jack of spades.

Chet dealt the hole cards.  Typical was the dealer to reveal last,
but Chet immediately displayed his hole card.  King of spades.
Three kings.

"Goodbye, Mr. Steve Zanders," said Chet in triumph.

Steve hadn't looked at his card yet.

"What are you waiting for?" said Chet.  "That card ain't gonna
change."

Without looking at it first, Steve flipped it over.  Seven of hearts.
Chet slumped in his seat.  A straight!

"You go ahead and leave," Steve told Lester, "I'll take Martha home."

"This ain't right," shouted Lester.  "Chet!  He must have cheated!"
He pulled out his pistol.

"Hold it right there!"  All three men looked at the door.

Ron Barker and his two sons Samuel and Silas had shotguns aimed
at the Johnson brothers.

"This ain't right!" said Lester, angrily  "We're married before God
and everything."   He raised his gun.

In a blur, Steve's pistol was out and the trigger pulled.   Lester
fell back.  The bullet lodged in his heart killed him immediately.

"Martha's a widower," Steve told Lester's body.

Steve looked at Chet.  "And I should kill you too."

Before Steve's eyes, Chet's temple turned red and he fell out of the
chair.  Dead.

Steve swiveled in rapid response.  His gun ready.  He saw the
smoking gun in Ron's hands.

"I needed to do it," said Ron.  "For myself."

Steve felt no explanation was necessary.

"Can I talk to you, Mr. Barker?" asked Steve.  "Without your sons."

Ron sat down at the table.

"Mr. Barker," Steve said nervously. "I would like to ask for your
daughter Elizabeth's hand in marriage."

A big smile came over Ron's face.  It had been a year without smiles.

"Of course.  Yes.  Yes,"  said Ron.  He couldn't state his approval
in enough ways.

They stood and shook hands and hugged.

"Pardon me," said Steve, excusing himself.  "There's a ring at the
mercantile store I have my eye on."

"Of course," said Ron, happily.  He'd forgotten what it meant to be
happy.  "When are you going to ask Elizabeth?"

"I'd like to come over this evening.  You can tell her I beat Chet
and Lester."


"You won!" squealed Elizabeth when Steve showed up

"Chet's not the only one who knows how to cheat at cards."

"What?"

"I didn't say nothing," smiled Steve.

Martha was home again.  She came over and gave Steve a huge hug.

"Elizabeth, Let's go for a ride," he suggested.

They rode toward town.  Steve stopped and led Elizabeth to her
hideaway by the creek.  He laid a blanket down and a meal her Ma
prepared.  Ron let Erin know Steve's plans.

She started to sit down.

"No, stand up!" said Steve

"What?  Why?" she responded.  "What are you doing?"

Steve was down on one knee.

"Please stand," he asked.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, as she stood before him.

"Elizabeth Barker," Steve said, faltering, "will...will you be my
wife?"

"What?!?"

Steve pulled out the ring he bought that day.

"Marry me, Elizabeth Barker."

"What!!!"  she began to get excited.

He said nothing, but just looked into her eyes.

"Yes!" she screamed and lunged at him.

He fell over and groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry," said Elizabeth.  She repeatedly kissed his face.  "I
didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's alright," he smiled.  Nothing could hurt this day.

He rolled her over and he was on top of her.  Their hands hungrily
explored each other's body.  Steve kissed her through her dress.  He
slid downward to her belly.  She spread her legs as he moved down.
His head went under her dress, he moved back up her body.

Elizabeth felt fabric pulled aside and then his lips on her pussy.
It felt wonderful as he softly kissed her.  Her head went crazy when
she felt his tongue touch her clit.  It felt incredible and she
ground her hips up into him.   She felt so high, high as the clouds,
when his tongue repeatedly entered her pussy.  And then she felt
dynamite go off inside her and a wonderful sensation rushed her body.
She collapsed in relaxation.

"Oh, wow!" she said.  "I'm going to like being married!"


They decided to stay chaste until they were married.  For the most
part.  After a nap by the creek, he woke up to Elizabeth sucking
his cock.  On a Saturday, Elizabeth was over watching him work on
the house at his farm.  During lunch, he practically attacked her and
ate her pussy.  She didn't put up much resistance.

On Elizabeth Barker's thirteenth birthday, she got married after all.
Not to Chester Johnson, who was six feet under, but to twenty-one year
old Mr. Steven Zanders.  It was a beautiful day at the Barker farm.
Almost the whole town showed up.  Elizabeth's best friend Anne Henson
and Martha were bridesmaids, Steve chose the twins Samuel and Silas
as his groomsmen.

It was a strange feeling for Ron and Erin Barker to see their daughter
Elizabeth leave.  She had a new home now.

Mr. and Mrs. Zanders were naked together for the very first time.
Elizabeth had a lot of passion, but Steve forced her to slow down.
He wanted to take the time to explore each other.  He wanted to
treasure her.  This was unusual of course since Steve was the man.

"I love you," Steve said.  One hand rubbed her tit while another
rubbed her tummy.

"I love you, too," replied Elizabeth.  One hand rubbed his back while
the other grasped his cock.

Elizabeth managed to maneuver herself underneath him.  His cock
pressed against her pubic mound.  He continued to kiss her tits.
She sighed when his cock head slipped down between her pussy lips.

Steve could feel his cock just inside her and he instinctively began
to push into her.

Elizabeth sighed again as she felt him start to enter her.

"This might hurt a little," he said.

"That's okay.  I'm ready."

There was a quick sharp pain and she released a little squeak.  Then
it felt so good as her husband's cock slid inside her for the very
first time.

He pushed his cock fully into her.  "I love you, Elizabeth Zanders."

She said nothing.  She was entranced with the throbbing sensations
deep inside her.

Their bodies began to move together.  They made love.

Elizabeth moaned and moaned loudly as his cock slide back and forth.
She had no idea she sounded just like her Ma when Ma was free to
vocalize when no children were around.

Steve loved the sensations.  Elizabeth felt so tight around his cock.
She was wonderful.

"I'm about to cum," he said.  "I'm gonna cum."

"Me, too!" she moaned, "Me, too!"

Steve's cock started to move faster.  His thrusts were harder.  His
body ground ecstatically against her clit.  It felt fantastic.
She released and the rush of orgasm washed over her like river
rapids.

"Oh!" cried out Steve.

Elizabeth was relaxed enough to feel Steve's cum spray into her.

"I love you," said Elizabeth, as he rested down on top of her.

"I love you, too," said Steve.  He peppered her forehead with
little kisses.  Steve felt his deflated cock slip out of his wife's
pussy.

They cuddled and kissed and thirty minutes later Steve was back on
top of his wife Elizabeth making love to her again.  It was a
wonderful first night as a married couple.

*****

On their first wedding anniversary, which also was Elizabeth's
fourteenth birthday, Susan Martha Zanders was born to proud parents
and happy grandparents.

Three years later, Elizabeth's mother at the old age of 38 gave
birth to Patricia Barker.  It was nine years after she gave birth
to her twin girls.  Just a few days later, 17-year old Elizabeth
gave birth to Michael Ronald Zanders.

A few months later at age 19, Martha Barker met a nice man and they
married and moved to Joplin.

Life was again good in the western town of Silver Creek.


THE END

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