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THE COMING OF THE GUNSLINGER

It started out as just a little swim.... But then the handsome cowboy
stopped at the river.

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The Coming of the Gunslinger

(Mff, exh)
By: Punchinello

Catapaxi, Utah, 1889

The little buggy clattered to a stop on the trail above the lazy bend
in the little Garrow River. Cassidy and Calamity Herner hopped out
with a laugh and a toss of their dark hair. "Last one in the water is
a chicken plucker!" Cassie laughed and rushed down the embankment. The
river slowed and widened here to form a calm pond forty or fifty yards
across. Reeds grew at the edges all around.

Both girls had gone barefoot today, although they had brought
stockings and boots to go back in. As they scrambled down the steep,
grassy slope, past saplings and young trees, they pulled at the
strings of their clothes. Cassie wore a light, yellow summer dress,
appropriate for the weather, while Calamity wore a white blouse and
dark skirt--but neither wore them for long. They had half their
clothes off before they reached the bottom.

They picked their way through the grassy bank, muddy and wet, to a
patch of high ground. Callie had tossed her blouse and skirt and stood
in her cotton drawers and camisole. "I'm gonna beat you, slowpoke,"
she said, pulling her camisole over her head and shaking out her pony
tail. Her breasts were smallish and firm, a young girl's breasts on a
seventeen year old.

Cassidy threw her dress over a low tree limb and pulled off her own
camisole. Her breasts were only a little larger and just as firm and
pointed. As her younger sister stripped off her drawers and tossed
them aside, the pretty eighteen-year-old did the same, just a stitch
behind.

The two nude young bodies were the picture of budding womanhood. They
both had the slim, athletic figures of rancher's daughters, used to
horse riding and chores--and skinny dipping. Their flat bellies flexed
as they picked their way through the muddy bank toward the water. But
they were growing up. Their girlish bushes were neatly trimmed like
their aunt had taught them, not left thick and wild like their younger
days. They would soon be taking husbands now, as soon as any local
ranch hand or farmer's son could scrape together the money to start
off on his own.

But those days were still some time off. For now, they splashed into
the water and dived in like schoolgirls, hardly a step apart, laughing
and gasping at the cool feel of the water on their skin.

Not that there weren't suitors and beaus. Cassidy let young cowboys
kiss her at dances and even feel up under her dress behind a haystack.
She liked their fumbling attention--and the feel of their strong
bodies against her. Younger Callie was more timid; as pretty as she
was, she hardly let the boys kiss her more than once or
twice--although one time, and Cassie didn't know it, she'd played
doctor with the mercer's son in a hayloft; they had both been naked
for over an hour, although they didn't do more than touch each other
all over.

The sisters swam a little, but the pond wasn't deep at any point--only
four feet or so at its greatest. They mostly stood chest-deep in the
water and splashed each other, laughing and squealing. Their toes dug
into the thick mud and silt deposited there as the river slowed for a
moment in its rush to meet up with the bigger, stronger Monheith. Even
nature was slowed down in this magical spot.

The sun was high and bright, dappling the water in those shady spots
where it was filtered through the leaves of some overhanging tree. The
girls stayed in the sunlit center, pinching one another and giggling,
trying to smack one another's bare bottom.

It was through the trees that the stranger came. He was a lanky cowboy
with a thin mustache, dark-haired and dark-skinned, his face tanned
and weathered by the outdoors. The girls were pinker, hardly tanned at
all. They didn't get away to do much skinny-dipping. He watched them
through the brush among the trees with a careful eye, thinking up his
words, thinking about where they might lead.

They didn't see him sitting there on the spot of high ground until
they came up for air after a race from the far side. Suddenly, they
were practically staring him in the face, bare-breasted and dripping.
"OH!" they squealed together and dashed back under water. They swam
some ways away before surfacing again, much to the cowboy's amusement.

"Don't mind me," he called when the peeked above the water again. "I
didn't see you before. I just came to get a drink for my horse." He
kept his head turned away and scooped up water into his weather-beaten
hat.

"Who are you?" Cassidy called.

"Roy Culver, miss. Pleased to meet you." He dumped his hat so that he
could tip it to her--and to stall a little more. He went back to
filling it up again.

"What are you doing out here?" Calamity challenged.

Roy paused. "Oh, I just stopped off for water. I've been a-ridin'
quite a while now."

"Where you comin' from?" Cassie asked. She came a little closer now,
so she wouldn't have to shout, but she stayed under water up to her
pretty neck.

"Carterdale, over the hills," he said, gesturing. "I'm goin' on to
Catapaxi."

"All that way?" Callie asked, following closely behind her older
sister.

"Well, how much further is it?" Roy asked. He put his hat back on now
and sat down to have a chat.

Cassie rose up a little, bearing her breasts. "About four miles, that
way-- Oh!" she squealed, splashing down into the water again. Roy
laughed and shaded his eyes--or pretended to.

"I meant all the way from Carterdale," said Callie. "That's some
ride."

"Oh sure," Roy agreed. "That's why I'm just parched. It's quite a
ride."

"What are going there for?" Cassidy asked. She stayed back even while
Callie strayed a little closer. This cowboy was a handsome fellow, but
he had a dangerous look about him. He wasn't like the fresh-faced boys
they knew back home, fumbling and stammering. He talked smooth and
casual, tipped his hat back on his head with a flair.

"I got a job to do."

"What kind of job? Are you a ranch hand?" Calamity's tone seemed a
little more hopeful than was proper. Cassidy gave her a poke from
behind.

"I'm goin' there to kill a man."

Now he had both girl's rapt attention. "Oh my gosh!" Calamity gasped.
"Who is it? Maybe we know him."

"What did he do?" asked Cassidy.

Roy laughed a sad little laugh. "He's just a man who's in for it,
that's all. He did some things to my family. And now he's gonna pay."
The girls crept closer. They'd never seen a killer before. Their pa
hadn't even let them go into town to see the hanging the month before.

They asked him more questions in low, reverent tones. Roy wouldn't say
who it was or precisely why he was going to kill the man; it wasn't
proper, he claimed. He showed them his pistols--although they didn't
get too close for fear that he could see into the water and see their
bare bodies--but he could anyway. They shifted from foot to foot,
covering and uncovering themselves, often hardly even aware of their
nudity...or the way the cowboy was enjoying it. But they slowly began
shivering in the water, although they tried not to let the handsome
gunslinger notice.

"You want to get out now?" he asked.

"Oh no, no," they protested.

"It's okay, you know. I wanna get in."

"What?"

"Well it's a hot day. I'd like to take off these clothes and have a
little swim myself." The thought of the handsome gunman taking off his
clothes and swimming with them made the girls blush furiously. But
they hardly could say a word as he began to take off his clothes.
"Now, don't you look," he said. "Turn around."

And in a few minutes, he splashed into the water. All his clothes were
piled up on the bank--even his shorts! The Herner girls murmured
together excitedly and tried to decide what to do. But they seemed
trapped. It would take them several minutes to get dressed--even if
they just threw their clothes on without drying off. The cowboy would
have a prime view of two pretty girls in the buff--as if he hadn't
already.

So they stayed in the water, hoping he would leave quickly, and yet
hoping he wouldn't. It didn't take long for Roy to find his way back
to them and, all three kneeling in the water to neck-level, chatted
some more.

"Aren't you worried about the danger?" Calamity asked.

"What danger? You mean killin' a man?"

"Sure! I mean, he could catch you first and shoot you dead."

"If he had the guts," Roy said. "Yeah, it's a chancy thing. The icy
hand of Death could reach out and take me away tomorrow."

"I think you're brave," Cassidy said, "going to defend your family
honor like that. That's a brave thing." They inched closer.

"Thank you. Thank you, miss. A lot of folks would just say it was
cold-blooded. But every man's got a heart in him. Hasn't he?" The
cowboy was aggrieved and sincere. It tugged at the young girls'
hearts.

"I think you're brave too," Calamity echoed. She turned to her sister.
"Kiss him," she said under her breath.

"What?" Cassidy gasped.

"A brave man ought to have a kiss before he goes off and risks his
life."

Roy could only just hear them. Their breasts bobbed in the water when
they turned to each other. Their nipples were hard and pebbly. "We
think you should have a kiss before you go," Calamity said boldly.

"Why...why, I don't know what to say. That's mighty kind of you
ladies. Mighty hospitable." He waited for them to come to him, which
they did, inch by inch, covering their naked breasts as best they
could.

He didn't bother to cover himself. He knew that they could see through
the murky water well enough to see the dark thatch of hair between his
legs. He could tell they noticed, too, by the way the averted their
gaze...sometimes.

"Now, which of you is gonna give me a kiss first?" he asked. He looked
at one and then the other. They were both as cute as kittens. It took
his whole willpower not to grab them both and squeeze them tight.

"I will," said Cassidy. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to
his, felt his rough mustache on her lip, felt his warm tongue tease
her. She was shorter than he was, and he didn't bend down, so he had
to rise up a little to meet him, bringing her breasts up out of the
water and pressing the hard nipples against his chest. She pulled away
with an awful blush.

"Now me," Callie said. She rose up too, a little bolder than her big
sister, and let her breasts clear the water entirely. Roy cheated a
bit, as he rose up himself just a little. His hands nearly encircled
her, nearly embraced her naked body. The kiss lasted a long moment,
with soft lips testing and teasing. She pulled back sucking her lip
and tasting his kiss.

Then he kissed Cassidy again. She didn't resist. She let him pull her
close and stand up, both of them naked above the waist, wet and warmed
by the sun. Her breasts pressed against his broad, muscular chest;
hands caressed her bare back, her dark, flowing hair. Calamity stood
also, coming close watching their lips meet again and again, their
tongues mingle. Her own tongue mimicked them unconsciously, licking
her teeth, her lips.

Roy turned back to her. He took her mouth the same way he had taken
her sister's. His tongue was hot and probing, soft against hers and
eager. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, and was grateful that his
strong arms held her, pressed her against him. She could feel his
thick manhood against her thigh. It made her still dizzier.

Cassidy joined them, embracing them both, all of them naked and wet,
half out of the water and bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight. Her
hands caressed the cowboy's muscled back, higher then lower, and
encountered her sister's hand on the cowboy's backside. Both girls
touched him, explored him, shared him, waiting their turn for his
kisses.

Roy walked them to the water's edge, where the high ground rose out of
the water, dry and grassy. Their clothes lay all around, mingled
together. He laid the beautiful girls out on their back and stood over
them, drinking in the sight of their wonderful young bodies. They were
pink and smooth, lightly tanned by the sun on the faces and arms,
white in their thighs, where their dark bushes were black and curly.

His cock was stiff and thick, eager to spear a pretty fish. He
hesitated over them, and Cassidy spread her legs, wanting the first of
his lust, fresh and full-strength. Callie watched as the cowboy
kneeled between her sister's legs and pressed his thick shaft against
her wet vulva. She gasped with her sister as the cowboy penetrated,
pressing slowly, gently, into the virgin girl.

"Oh! Oh!" Cassidy whimpered as the thick shaft spread her wide and
filled her up. "Oh yes!" Callie lay beside them, so close that she
could caress them both, stroking his powerful buttocks and thighs and
they thrust against Cassidy's pelvis. Her hand slipped between her
legs and played with her pussy as she watched.

"Oh! Oh! Ooh! Ohhh!" Cassidy moaned. Roy groaned over her, wordless
and animal, pumping his sex against hers. Calamity kissed his
shoulder, his ear, throwing one leg over him and rubbing against his
thigh in sympathetic heat.

"Oh, Gosh! Oh Gosh, honey, hold on!" he groaned, thrusting faster and
harder. Roy pushed hard against her one final time and held her tight.
His balls boiled up and pumped hot come inside her, filling her wet
hole up with the sex cream.

He had stopped, but still the girl pulled against him, rocking her
hips. "Mmmm, yes!" she squealed at last. "Now! Oh, now!" She was
coming too, the sinful pleasure washing over her, making her swoon.
She felt his hot kisses on her mouth, his mustache rough against her
skin. She pulled him tighter, wrapped her legs around him, rocked her
hips hard against his as she gave up her maidenhood.

When they came apart, he kissed her again, wet and tender. But
already, Callie was pulling him toward her, wrapping her body around
his, groping his bottom and his arms. "Hold on, darlin'" he breathed.
"You got to give me a minute to rest."

"Mm-mmm," Callie protested, and she took his still-hard cock in her
little hand and stroked his gently. The juices from his semen and her
sister's juicy pussy were already sticky in her fingers.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Oh, that's good." She stroked it like she'd
been doing it all her life, though she was still a virgin too. And
after just a few minutes, his cock was stiff and thick and ready for
another wet pussy.

Roy rose over Calamity and brushed her wet hair back and kissed her.
She reached down for his cock again and guided it inside her. He
pressed gently, knowing her inexperience, and pushed into her slowly.
"Unh, unh!" she gasped. Her labia were spread by his thick shaft, her
hot hole was filled completely. It was incredible to her, causing hot
flashes to fire off in her head, making her whole body tremble. She
had just orgasmed through her deflowering! Her whole body shook as he
thrust again, firmer and more powerfully. The young girl gripped his
buttocks and squeezed and moaned to him.

Cassidy lay beside them as her sister had during her own deflowering.
She had broken her hymen riding a horse when she was younger, but she
didn't know if her sister's was intact. She smiled warmly to see her
beautiful sister's face as she was brought into womanhood by the
handsome gunfighter. She caressed them both, feeling the cowboy's
muscular frame, her sister's soft and feminine one. She squeezed
Calamity's breast and played with the nipple. She nuzzled the girl's
ear and whispered, "You're a woman now."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" Callie groaned, caught up in the passion and the
pleasure again, the emotions rushing through her in another powerful
spasm of ecstasy. Roy's thighs thrust harder into her now, burying his
cock full deep inside her, rocking her back and forth and stimulating
her love button. He grunted heavily at last, having driven her to a
second orgasm without even realizing it, and unloaded his second wad
of jism. He pulled out as he did, just to see the white sputum spill
over her pussy lips and hairy bush. He kneeled over his second virgin
conquest of the day and admired her small, pointed breasts, her
splayed hips, and slapped his fat cock against her cream-covered
pussy, pumping out the last droplets with his hand.

Cassidy rose to her knees and kissed him, embraced him, still hungry
for the feel of his flesh against hers. On the ground, Callie moaned
softly, still swooning from the pleasure, finger lazily tracing the
lips of her vagina. He laid her back beside her sister and kissed one
and then the other. Back and forth he went again and again.

The cowboy left the two of them there, naked and wet, flushed and
sticky from their first lovemaking, and went into the water to wash
up. When he returned a minute later, they lay together in a sisterly
embrace, legs entwined, touch each other's soft, bare breasts, and
nuzzling lovingly.

"I got to go before it's dark," he said, pulling on his shorts.

"Will you come to see us out at the ranch?" Cassidy asked hopefully.

"Sure," said the gunslinger, tugging his dungarees on. "Where at?"

"The Bar W," Calamity answered.

The cowboy stopped. "Bar Dub?" They confirmed. "Clanton Herner live
out there?"

"Yeah," Callie gushed. "That's our pa."

He jammed his armed into the sleeves of his shirt. "Makes it easy
then." He pulled his boots on and picked up his holster. One of his
pistols fell out onto the ground. Cassidy picked it up. But when she
offered it to him, Roy had an odd look in his eyes --an uncertain
look.

Slowly--ever so slowly--Cassidy put together his words and his boast.
She withdrew the pistol to her breast and looked him square in the
eye. He turned away.

"Who is the man you're going to kill?" she asked. Calamity turned
over, her heart suddenly pounding, and curled up against her sister,
naked and vulnerable.

Roy twisted suddenly, his other pistol in his hand, pointed straight
at her heart.

Callie screamed--a piercing scream of terror that only a young woman
can muster. She scrambled back and fell into the water. But Cassidy
sat frozen, the big Colt Peacemaker heavy in her hand.

"Give it to me," Roy said evenly.

"Who is the man?" Cassidy demanded. She slowly pointed the gun at him.

Roy backed away, up the slope toward the tree where Cassidy had hung
her clothes--the only cover in the vicinity. "You know. I came to get
my revenge for my family. He ruined by ma and pa, and I aim to kill
him."

"You rattlesnake!" Cassidy screamed. She squeezed the trigger and
fired and terrific blast into the air past his head. Roy stumbled back
and rushed behind the tree, firing one shot wildly as a dodge.

Cassie screamed and fell back, nowhere to go, and stumbled into the
water where it was knee deep. She fired the pistol again, hitting the
tree, but Roy took fired back and shot her in the arm. The wail let
out by the young girl would have brought the US Cavalry at a gallop if
they had been within earshot. The force of the slug spun her around
and knocked her down, face-first into the water.

Roy scrambled up the grassy slope as Cassidy rose, groping in the
muddy pond for the pistol. "Calamity!" she screamed. "Get the rifle!"

But Calamity had already gathered her wits and run to the buggy. The
naked girl pulled the Winchester carbine out of the buckboard and
cocked it just as the cowboy topped the embankment. "Hold it!" she
screamed shrilly.

But Roy Culver turned, a cold grimace on his face, and swung his Colt
up toward her. Callie fired a powerful blast that left a cloud of
smoke on the wind and ducked behind the buggy. The horse whinnied and
pulled at the reins, but they held where they were tied.

Roy fired two slugs through the back of the buckboard as he made for
his own horse. "Callie!" the younger girl heard the older one call.
"He shot me, Callie! Get some help!" The older sister crawled up over
the grassy embankment with the muddy pistol in one hand, clutching her
bloody arm with the other.

"You son of a bitch!" Calamity squealed and cocked the carbine for
another shot. She stepped out from behind the buggy and leveled the
rifled at the retreating cowboy. He turned and raised his pistol
again, but not before Callie fired off two quick shots. Neither one
hit, it seemed, although one may have struck his horse, because it
reared up and pawed at the air with an awful cry.

Roy raised his pistol back up and fired twice again at Calamity, then
turned to squeeze off a shot at Cassidy, who shied away in terror. But
he missed both girls--and that was the end of his cylinder. Cassidy
turned back when she heard the click of his pistol and fired her last
four shots in rapid succession, spinning him half-around with one of
them.

The cowboy lay on the ground, bleeding from the leg, and fumbled for
fresh bullets from his gun belt, Colt cylinder open and smoking.
Calamity didn't give him any time and opened up with another pair of
rifle blasts that scattered the dirt around him. He got one bullet in
the cylinder pointed the pistol at her, forcing her to take cover
again. But instead of firing at her or turning to her sister, the
cowboy got to his feet and grappled with his horse, pulling himself up
as best he could with one good leg.

Cassidy had taken cover in the grass, lying flat. "He's getting away!"
she screamed. Callie stepped out from behind the buggy again and took
careful aim. The cowboy rose full up in the saddle and twisted back
with his gun high. The naked girl shot him in the back of the shoulder
and knocked him backwards out of the saddle. Before he could shake it
off, Callie rushed him and cocked the rifle again. But when she got
close, she could see the blood oozing from his chest. Her shot had
gone clean through him and come out the other side, probably through
his heart. The blood soaked into the sandy ground and stained it a
dark, muddy red.

She went to her sister, who was crawling out of the grass again, and
helped her to the buggy. "We got to go into town. The doctor'll be
able to fix you," the younger girl said.

"I think my arm is broken," Cassidy replied numbly. The blood still
oozed from the wound, though she held it as firmly as she could. They
found some more of their clothes in the buckboard--with a couple of
bullet holes, to be sure, but still enough to protect a girl's
modesty.

As they passed the dead cowboy, Calamity looked down. "You think he
was tellin' the truth about pa?" she asked.

"I don't care," her sister said, slumping against her. "Just hurry. My
arm is awful sore. I don't feel good." Callie hurried the horse down
the dusty trail.


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