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Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S. Severe

Copyright 2008 Severe Discipline Productions all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
Story Codes: M/TG, m/tg, Romance, Incest, Interracial, First, Oral,
Anal, Crossdressing (TV)
Synopsis: A collection of short fiction dedicated to transgender
romance
email:T.S.Severe@gmail.com		Web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/severe/www/index.htm


Indian Summer
And Other Poems
By T.S.Severe

Chapter Two: Indian Summer
June 1876



    We were riding west out of the Dakotas and into Montana Territory,
myself and Yancy and Sedgie, about a day ahead of the Seventh Cavalry
Regiment and Colonel Custer. That was General Terry's advance guard
and it was all about gold mostly, any other reason you might have
heard was nonsense.

    "I hear tell they got nuggets the size of your fist jest layin'
there to be picked up." Sedgie was shaking his head and he was an old
corporal who'd lost his thumb at Gettysburg almost thirteen years ago.

    "The size o yer head, you mean!" Yancy was just a kid, signed up
after reading too many penny pockets and he wanted to shoot an Indian
so bad he could taste it.

    I was just trying to get to Seattle where my sister and her
husband had opened a general store. She'd wrote me a letter a year
ago, telling me how there was good jobs there, and good money to be
had for honest work. I'd done a lot of honest work, near about any
sort you could think of, but my luck was always bad when it come to
the good money part. That was my own damn fault though, having a
weakness for orphans and widows like I did, meaning jacks and whores.

    Now I found myself riding scout with a couple mummers and no
guide. Buckie, our Indian scout had got himself bit by a rattlesnake
three days before. Stupid drunk Indian forgot to check his boot and
stuck his big toe in the damn thing's mouth. I'd been in favor of
cutting the toe off, personally, but separating a redskin from his
joints, even a little one like a toe, don't sit too kindly with them
fellas and after ten minutes of trying to talk sense into him, it was
too late.

    A lot of men woulda survived a bite like that, but the old Buck
didn't and so we were just riding around in circles mostly. Weren't
none of us much good at scouting. Truth be told, it was getting time
to move on anyway. There was a lot of bad talk and the Indians were
making a lot of trouble. Yancy was itchy for Deadwood and the gold
they were digging up over there, Sedgie too, and if they wanted to
lick off together east, I wasn't gonna pay no mind. I was gonna keep
going west, lose the blues and get to Seattle. Like I say, I'd just
joined up to borrow a horse from the army as much as anything else.

    We made ourselves a little camp around noon, on the high plains at
the edge of a stream. There was a copse of birch not too far away,
some good hickory maybe, but I didn't see none. I was from south Ohio,
down by the river, and I missed hickory sometimes. Sedgie and the boy
took off looking for wood and I was setting to cleaning a fox and a
couple hares we'd come across that morning. Didn't ever eat fox
before, but it wasn't much different than skinning a dog. The pelt
might get me a couple hands at a table later anyway, so I was being
neat with it. Might even get me a Frenchie too, if I got some good
jacks.

    "The hell..." I was muttering to myself more'n a hour later, looking
at the sun falling down and feeling my belly grumble.

    How hard was it to find some sticks? The boys shoulda been back.
We shoulda been cooking already. I grabbed my Spenser rifle, the only
damned thing I owned that was decent, and headed towards the woods.
Probably them boys saw something shiny in the dirt, I figured.
Probably dug half way to Chinaland by now, dumb bastards. I come upon
them about a short holler into the trees, where it cleared out a bit
in the middle and the ground got soft and damp. That copse surrounded
a bowl in the earth, with a fresh spring in the middle and the air was
cool in there, fresh tasting on the tongue too like you wouldn't
expect.

    "Woo-wee, that's it boy! Hold her down!" Sedgie was laughing.

    "She's a feisty one, awright!" Yancy's excited voice jangled my
nerves and some magpies got woken up, giving me hell for being there.

    "Shit, grab her arm! Ah! Bitch clawed me!" Sedgie stopped laughing
and I heard some sharp slapping, the sting of a thumbless hand on soft
skin.

    "Injun cunt!" Yancy yelled and I saw them now, there in that
little glade.

    It was all green, everywhere. The greenest goddamn place on earth,
except for the cattails busting open where they grew from the spring.
Made it look as if it was snowing up and down and sideways, that
cotton blowing around slow with butterflies jerkin this way and that
on big blue wings. Like walking into the Garden of Eden itself, I
figured for a second, and the only thing spoiling it was Sedgie and
Yancy, holding down an Indian squaw.

    She was putting up a fight too, kicking and scratching. Her face
was bloodied up some and the thin dress she was wearing, if you'd call
it that, was stained and dirty, ripped too. Sedgie was trying to pry
her legs apart and keep them that way, his trousers half-undone,
falling around his thighs. Yancy sat awkwardly by her head, trying to
hold her down by the arms and shoulders and I watched as he tried to
kick her some with his right boot.

    "Heh shit! Lookie here, boy! This ain't no squaw!" Sedgie laughed
and he was sitting on her left leg and holding her right and grabbing
at the Indian's privates it looked like.

    "The hell is that?" Yancy asked

    I moved so I could see Sedgie was holding a little brown cock and
some balls in his big white fist, yanking hard enough so the Indian
didn't have no choice but to lift her hips off the ground, hitching a
breath sharp enough so I could hear it. That was the first sound I'd
heard her make too, other than some grunts and groans maybe.

    "Got us a little girly brave here." Sedgie said, turning his head
and spitting on the ground.

    "Goddamn, Sedgie!" Yancy laughed. "What we gonna do bout that?"

    "What the good book says, boy." Sedgie grinned. "Got your knife
handy?"

    "Gonna cut 'em off?" Yancy asked, moving so he could get his knees
over the squaw's arms and hold her still that way.

    "If thine eye offends ye, pluck it out." Sedgie yanked those
privates some more and this time the squaw gave a sharp yelp of pain.
"I'm gonna do some pluckin..."

    "And then we'll do some fuckin!" Yancy agreed and he was reaching
for the knife at his belt when I shot Sedgie through his left side.

    The old man looked at me kinda surprised, his tongue sticking out
between his crooked teeth and then he fell over with a dull groan. I
worked my rifle and got another cartridge in the breach, getting it
locked and cocked before Yancy could get his senses and unhitch the
pistol in his belt. I walked towards him slow and that squaw wasn't
moving, just breathing hard and looking at me from the grass where she
lay.

    "You ain't gotta shoot me." Yancy swallowed hard.

    "Yeah, I do." I sighed and I pulled the trigger.

    I looked after the squaw and she was scrambling then, getting out
from under the two men. Yancy got it clean and he was dead, but Sedgie
was gonna take awhile and that was too bad for him. Got it through the
liver, I believe. I didn't pay much mind to him though and I looked at
the squaw as she got to her feet, her skin all red from excitement
more than anything in her blood. Big brown eyes like a buffalo and she
wiped her bloody mouth with the back of her hand, blinking at me and
then running off quick as a deer.

    After gathering up some wood, I strapped my Spenser over my back
and left that place. It was too bad it got ruint, I thought, but ain't
that how it goes? I couldn't rightly explain why I'd killed those two
men, but sometimes maybe a fella just has enough and if I could let
someone get cut up and raped to death, I could probably shoot somebody
too. Wasn't much difference, except who it was and if I had to pick
between Sedgie and that squaw, well, I'd made my choice. Yancy was
just...Bad luck, I reckon. I'd played enough jacks and whores to know
you can't do a damn about that.

    That fox cooked up nice in a stew and I spitted the hares over the
fire, eating my fill and carrying the mess gear down to the stream for
a washing. I hadn't had a good wash myself in more than awhile, and so
I got a little cake of soap for myself and set about in that cold
water for a spell. It was cold, being just June and all, winter was
still running out of the mountains, but it was a good bath anyway and
I got clean for the first time in my life maybe. Felt like it.

    I was about done and rinsing out my long-johns when I saw that
squaw hiding in the tall grass. She was looking at me, keeping her
head down, but I saw her and I looked over at my gear, washed and set
to dry, and my rifle was there. I looked at that too and the Indian
followed my gaze. She wasn't but a dozen feet away and when she saw my
Spenser she stood up so I'd look at her instead.

    She shook her head slowly and I narrowed my eyes and then nodded.
I wasn't gonna shoot her.

    I was naked as a blue jay come September and I pulled my johns up,
feeling heavy as they fell down around me like an old man's skin. I
started gathering the rest of my stuff too, moving slow, keeping one
eye on the Indian cause you never know what the hell they're up to,
even the tame ones. She surprised me, coming forward like she did, and
she picked up my tin plate and my cup, my fork too and the pot,
looking at some of it and smiling through her bruised lips, the bottom
one cut up.

    "Speak English?" I asked her and she just looked at me as I
shouldered my gun. "You understand what I'm sayin'?"

    She shook her head and said something in her own jabber so I
laughed and shrugged and that made her smile. She followed me and I
moved slow anyways. I didn't know what the hell she was doing out
there and mostly I was hoping she'd got lost or something, but the
fact is you don't usually find one Indian less there's about a dozen
more close by. But sometimes you do and if there was more they'd have
come round already after all the ruckus earlier.

    "Eat. Food." I pointed at the hares. I'd spitted them up and
turned them over the fire, but after fox stew and biscuits I wasn't
hungry for rabbit. I made little gestures at her, like I was spooning
food into my mouth and pointed again.

    She got the idea and I set there and had a little of Sedgie's
tobacco, rolling it in my fingers and watching the woman eat. I ain't
never done that before, just watched a girl eat something and it's
gonna sound a little crazy maybe, but I liked it. She wasn't pretty
like some of them fancy cat dancers I seen in Kansas City once, but
this squaw wasn't ugly neither. I never found Indians repelling to my
nature the way a lot of people do, so maybe I'm just different that
way. She was thin, long limbed too, all legs and arms mostly. No
bosoms neither, but I knew she wasn't a real squaw; it was just easier
on my mind not to be contradicting my eyes, as it were.

    She ate with her fingers, but there ain't hardly no other way to
eat hare off the spit, so I wasn't blaming her for a lack of manners.
She knowed to chew with her mouth closed and that was more than most
men I'd met. I liked watching her and after she was done I was about
napping, looking more at the sky than anything else. A bit of sense
was telling me I oughta be wary, cause who knows what that squaw was
planning. But I was in a mood and if I woke up with my throat cut, I
wouldn't blame her none. I was ready for a sleep after a day like that
one and Sedgie'd be waiting on me anyways. Yancy too and I closed my
eyes wondering what I'd say to them fellas when I saw them again.

    "What are you doing?" I blinked and the sky was red like blood,
everything was. That tall golden grass around us, all dusky, and it
was chilled off a bit with a stiff breeze blowing now.

    "Shooo..." That squaw was on top of me, smiling and close and all
cleaned up. She smelled like...Honeycomb, maybe. Something sweet and her
straight black hair was loose, falling across my face like a veil.

    She pulled it back with a little lick of her lips and those big
brown eyes weren't shy, they were soft and warm and looking into mine.
She'd found Yancy's bedroll and pulled a blanket over us like a rain
cape, just from halfway down her back maybe and over our legs as she
straddled me. She wasn't wearing no clothes neither. I figured that
out soon enough when my hands went to her sides, as much to steady the
girl as anything else. Goddamn, she was smooth like butter too. All
over. Soft and light and smelling like something you weren't never
gonna find in no town. She was wild and from the outside, from the
grassy plains and I felt my heart skipping steady.

    "I'm Daniel." I said softly, reaching between us to touch my
chest. "Daniel."

    "Dahnell." She nodded and I grinned cause that was close enough.

    "Yeah." I nodded. "Dahnell."

    "Ujunwa." She said slowly, but I don't rightly know if my ears
were hearing it right. She took my hand and touched my fingers to her
skin, above her chest and below her neck.

    "Ujunwa." I repeated and she giggled cuter than any schoolgirl you
ever heard of, bobbing her head so that hair came loose again. Made me
chuckle too and I liked the way it tickled my nose and cheeks.

    We looked at each other a bit and I had an armload of girl, that's
what I was thinking. A clean one too, fresh and colored like a golden
rose as the sun went down. The moon was coming up anyway; a nice big
one and the old fire I'd made was low and warm enough. I kissed her
though, before it got too dark, just cause I wanted to see her eyes
when I done it. Wanted to see that look, if she liked it or not, if
she was just trying to say thanks, or if she was saying something
else.

    I kissed Ujunwa gentle like I'd learned in the loft as boy growing
up, feeling her lips and knowing they were sore and swollen, but she
didn't protest none, and when I felt her mouth open it was like
finding heaven. Wet and warm inside, sweet like a ripe fruit, and I
filled Ujunwa's mouth with my eager tongue. I moved my hands up and
down her back, going lower everytime until I found her smallish round
backside under my fingers and she smiled at that, giving me a little
wriggle to settle herself down for a real kiss.

    She give it to me too, holding my rough face in her delicate
hands, exploring me inside with that small pink tongue of hers. My
prick was stiff and aching beneath the wool of my johns and it was
only a matter of time before Ujunwa was reaching for my buttons. I
just watched her face while she freed my organ so it pressed upward
finally, the head of my pipe wet with all the excitement. I was much
interested in how she'd go about this and I reckon the girl had
prepared herself in the hopes of our passionate union. I found her
moist and slippery enough and it seemed to me she must have used some
of that rabbit grease to fix herself up.

    However Ujunwa did it, I gave a little groan to match her own deep
throated gasp when my manhood spit her ass sharp and sure. I held her
light and let her take me as she pleased, rolling her hips and working
herself lower and then up again, taking me a bit at a time til my
balls were plump damn against her ass. It hurt her some, I could tell,
even greased up like she was. I could hear the pain in her breathing
and when she let her mouth down to mine I could see some concern in
those eyes of hers. I didn't reckon Ojunwa was a virgin, but she
coulda been for all I knew. Even if she weren't though, didn't hardly
matter. I was in her now and I wasn't gonna let her go til we
finished.

    The next morning I packed the horses, taking what I needed and
leaving the rest. Ujunwa watched me and I wasn't gonna bring her if
she didn't want to come. Wasn't no way of explaining where I was going
or why, there was just the look a man and a woman can share. I sat on
my horse and looked down at her, held out my hand not knowing if she'd
take it or not. I pulled her up easy when she did. Ujunwa didn't weigh
but a good sack of flour maybe and she put her cheek on my back which
made me smile. Course her arms going tight round my belly was nice
too.

    A few days later we come across a few Indians, or they come across
us more like. I reckon they'd have been happy just to fill me up with
arrows, but Ujunwa was there jabberin away Indian style. I got some
hard looks and I gave em back, but there wasn't no animosity of the
heart. It's easy to hate a bunch of people, but hating them one at a
time is a bit harder. I think they thought I was a little crazy
anyways for taking a squaw like Ujunwa for my wife, but that's what
they figure I'd done and I reckon I did too. They let us ride in
peace.

    About a month gone by and we was out near Missoula. Not much of a
town, but they had a real saloon and a telegraph office, so I got the
news about Custer and his Seventh Cav. Poor bastards. I sold the
horses and the tack for good coin. Had a whiskey on the deal, but I
walked past the orphans and widows for the first time in my life and
bought a calico dress for Ujunwa, so she'd look nice on the stage to
Coeur d'Alene. A scabby fella said something impolite when he seen her
getting on the coach and I knocked him into the mud with my big right
hand. Ujunwa surprised me then.

    "Dahnell." She gave me them big buffalo eyes of hers. "Love you."

    Coulda knocked me over with a feather. I smiled all the way to
Seattle where I borrowed a bit from my sister's husband and opened a
little dry goods mercantile on the docks. Ujunwa and me did alright
for ourselves and I never was sorry about none of it.


End
T.S.Severe@gmail.com

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