\tab\cf1\fs28 With his eyes scanning intently the area he moved up to the tragic scene before him. A \ldblquote covered\rdblquote wagon smoldered off the lone dirt road; two horses dead to the world with a cow wandering aloof in the field beside.
\tab For a long moment he held fast ready to gallop off at the slightest hint of an Indian. Cowboy didn\rquote t know much about Indians, not really. He had studied them but that said nothing to really knowing an Indian personally; and Cowboy didn\rquote t particularly want to go that far.
\tab Tied to a wheel of the burned wagon was a prairie woman, her clothing all disarray; breasts exposed as well as from the waist down. An arrow pierced her right shoulder and she had been traumatized beyond belief. There was nothing Cowboy could do for her, her mind was already gone.
\tab Inside the wagon a little boy lay. Cowboy closed his eyes, the boy had been scalped. In his readings of the time period there were great mentionings citing \ldblquote scalpings\rdblquote . Scalping was not particularly beset upon by the North American Indians; it had been a practice that by scalping, as the act of removing the {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scalp" \o "Scalp" }}{\fldrslt{scalp}}}\f0\fs28 , usually with the hair, was proof of prowess in war. The practice was not North American solely but also to have been known in Europe, Asia and Africa. Scalping was practiced by the ancient {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scythia" \o "Scythia" }}{\fldrslt{Scythians}}}\f0\fs28 of {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasia" \o "Eurasia" }}{\fldrslt{Eurasia}}}\f0\fs28 . Scalps were taken in wars between the {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visigoths" \o "Visigoths" }}{\fldrslt{Visigoths}}}\f0\fs28 , the {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franks" \o "Franks" }}{\fldrslt{Franks}}}\f0\fs28 and the {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglo-Saxons" \o "Anglo-Saxons" }}{\fldrslt{Anglo-Saxons}}}\f0\fs28 in the 9th century. Certain tribes of {\field{*\fldinst{HYPERLINK "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_American_Indians" \o "North American Indians" }}{\fldrslt{North American Indians}}}\f0\fs28 practiced scalping existed long before Europeans arrived.
\page\tab Under the wagon a teenage girl approximately fifteen or so lay moving slightly. Her dress was bloody and an arrow was in her arm and left shoulder from the back. He \ldblquote Pa\rdblquote was in the field, riddled with arrows and scalped as well.
\tab It was supposed that one could tell the identity of a certain tribe by the use of their feathers in their arrows. Cowboy had not studied that myth. He scanned the area more and more, Colt at the ready. Another girl child was found in the high weeds, suffering from the same malady as her little brother in the burned wagon.
\tab Blackfoot, Arapaho, Kiowa, and about a dozen others could be the culprits, Cowboy hadn\rquote t studied the Plains Indians all that much, he\rquote s study had been \ldblquote other.\rdblquote The \ldblquote cowboy\rdblquote life, cowtowns, cows, small Midwest towns. What did a \ldblquote cowboy\rdblquote actually wear, how to ride a horse, the use of his trusty six-shooter, and the \ldblquote lingo\rdblquote that was cowboy talk.
\tab If he were to pursue his insatiable quest for sexual conquest of innocent peoples of the prairie from Coast to Coast, then he would need to return home and study all facets of Prairie Life, including extensive studies on the North American Indians.
\tab The woman and her teenage daughter were the only survivors.
\tab\ldblquote So what\rquote s the plan?\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Uhm, going to hang here a bit longer, finishing touches.\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Minister Donavan was here this morning\emdash looking for you.\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Crap, what did you tell him?\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote You were on an errand to the City, be back this evening.\rdblquote
\tab Long pause, \ldblquote Anything else?\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote I know the Minister is attending his daughter\rquote s concert, so it is unlikely he will be back this evening.\rdblquote
\tab Cowboy was relieved to hear that.
\tab\ldblquote But I KNOW he will be here in the morning, you had better be here, too!\rdblquote
\tab Details-details. Finishing touches. Best laid plans smoking up, or was that up in smoke? Clich\'e9s he was not so keen on, Early American History was something Cowboy, though, took a shine too\emdash\lquote specially since the Universal Library Archives had been destroyed during the Cyon War. What lay beyond the 22\super nd\nosupersub Century was a mystery to time. As always, modern historians wanted to know history from the beginning, but due to the passage of time, a few cataclysmic world wide wars, ancient history was a difficult thing to ascertain and left mostly and mainly to speculation.
\page\tab August \ldblquote Cowboy\rdblquote Moone was a quasi historian, the Monks at Tena Meadows who raised him taught him history as they knew it and when he was a man and went to a university for continuing studies he found a new lust (literally) for history. There were some paintings from the Centuries of Yore, naughty paintings of naked peoples. More personal studies led him to find arcane images of naked peoples. Cowboy was intrigued\emdash highly.
\tab The Monks had been kind to him, he had no memories of his biological parents, he had been found wandering the Bad Lands, an infested area just beyond the Meadows of Tranquility. With the Monks he had learned to speak several languages, to write several languages and be immersed in the study of the Heavens\emdash which was mostly attributed to the Man-God relationship.
\tab That segued to near nightly swims in a shallow pool in the monastery, swimming without clothing. Usually he wore scratchy wool outfits as did the Monks who ranged in age from teen to elder. During those swims there were special \ldblquote relationships\rdblquote whereupon Cowboy was loved on by one or more of the monks.
\tab Special relationships were not just in the pool, but in the garden, in the nave (sacrilege!) and in the rectory (of course!) In the New World Order, sex was not a taboo subject but almost an unknown. Procreation was the only manner in which sex was tolerated\emdash in the known circles of human socialization.
\tab Curiosity still persisted, in any century. Cowboy made it his personal study to pursue\emdash er, personal pursuit to study\emdash no, personal quest to pursuit study! No?
\tab Anyways, after some time after his studies of Human Development at the university he went on to immerse himself in the quality of life, enhancing himself as well as ensuring the quality of life for his human companions. During the Cyon wars, a race of evil beings who had descended upon the Earth in their quest to annihilate the populace and enslave those who managed to survive, Art and Music were completely destroyed. A hundred years elapsed before socialization on Earth began again. Many more years slipped by before societies rose up from the ashes (oh, the human race managed somehow to overwhelm the evil Cyons\emdash something in the human air didn\rquote t agree with the slimey green porous skin of the Cyons and they died out) to become anew.
\tab Slowly did the Arts and Music surface but \ldblquote creativity\rdblquote was an issue among 22\super nd\nosupersub Century humans, that would take more time (as it had in the beginning!) Meanwhile, technology was all the rage and Cowboy was there to cull and manipulate.
\page\tab The study of History was a topic many of the new populace was curious about\emdash what was the ancestors like before the cataclysm? It was an enticing pursuit worthy of study. Some were enticed more than others. But studying a history of peoples who were all but destroyed in everyway possible thru wars, cataclysms, nuclear radiation, eradication, and buried under tons of time was a pursuit destined for speculation only.
\tab At length, though, there came a way to study those ancient peoples gone to time. A time machine. The Ministry of Technological Development of Humankind at New Michigan State had brought to life a time machine with the sole purpose of take a scientist back in time to study human life before the 22\super nd\nosupersub Century.
\tab There were, of course, some problems; only the most secure and trusty scientist could make the trek(s). There were some Elders of the Senate who frowned on the use of time machines, they feared a user could change the future. \ldblquote the future, now the present, is as it is and shall be.\rdblquote So stated one of the twelve Elders who currently ran what was once known as the North American States of Upper Continent.
\tab But there were diseases in some outer areas of the new world, a quest for knowledge of the ancestors finally allowed easement on the Elders\rquote decree. But limited use and only by highly screened and trusted scientist.
\tab Well\'85
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\tab A storm was coming, dark clouds on the horizon with coolness brushing his body. The stench of the dead horses was beginning to get to him, the unpleasantness of the scalped boy was also unpleasant if not unsettling. To take his mind off those unpleasantries he maneuvered the fifteen year old survivor gently slicing off her clothing. He didn\rquote t understand why girls of the time period wore so many underclothes!
\tab But once she was free of her clothing, he opened her legs and admired her virgin cunny. That was nice. Her poon was soft and untouched, and untrimmed. Cowboy fingered the girl\rquote s pussy, suckled on her titties and got extremely horny. As his hardened prong slid into the girl\rquote s pussy he saw his communicator blinking. Closing his eyes didn\rquote t block out the wrist worn device allowing him to communicate with his fellow scientist hundreds of years in the future.
\tab Cowboy continued his efforts humping the unfortunate girl, she was barely aware due to the pain of the arrows piercing her body. He missed Caroline and her girls, and the boy.
\page\tab The thought was to take the unfortunate girl and her Ma to the little house. But then what? There was little time to fool with them some more. And if he was in the midst of an Indian Uprising, well, then he would just rather not be around for that. His initial premise for traipsing four hundred years back in history was to see how prairie towns formed intricate societies that connected to larger societies. He also wanted to seek out relatives. The Monks of the Meadow had found a nametag on his clothing \ldblquote Moone.\rdblquote And since they had found him in the month of August, he was dubbed, August Moone. Works for me!
\tab Finding ancestors was a big deal. The Ministry of the school and his associates deemed that looking up ancestors could be profitable. Money was not something the New Society of the New World was familiar with, bartering was. But the New Society was beginning to segue from \ldblquote barter\rdblquote to \ldblquote money\rdblquote or things of monetary value similar to bartered items and the School was very intrigued. New technology was something the Ministry of Technology was very muchly into.
\tab The girl, Amanda, moaned beneath him, the pain he had inflicted upon her when he busted her hymen was nothing in comparison to having an arrow in her body\emdash and Amanda had three of them!
\tab Rising up he began driving his cock into her pussy with hurried thrusts\emdash but he was all but shagged out and orgasmic pleasures would be something of a pursuit to obtain. But he would not be denied and humped a good hump, straining and power thrusting until there was the unique sensation all mankind sought.
\tab Amanda\rquote s Ma surprisingly was still alive and somewhat coherent, although delirious. She had been tied to the wheel of her wagon and mawed by whoever Indians. An arrow had gone all the way thru her sticking out some inches out her backside.
\tab Cowboy sized her up as the first raindrops began to fall. Darkness came upon them, the air was refreshed\emdash but also electrified by occasional bursts of lightning. He didn\rquote t like storms. He quickly straddled the woman ripping her clothing off, wiping his bloodied dick off on her clothes, then he untied her legs\'85
\tab\ldblquote August! August MOONE!\rdblquote though usually the communication device was small the voice from 400 hundred years plus in the future came in loud and clear.
\tab\ldblquote What?\rdblquote August almost yelled back.
\tab\ldblquote Minister Donavan is DOWN STAIRS!\rdblquote
\page\tab That wasn\rquote t good.
\tab\ldblquote Alright,\rdblquote August said, \ldblquote prepare the transporter.\rdblquote
\tab He gave the prairie woman one more thrust of his love tool, kissed her and cuffed her cheek. As the rains came, thunder roaring, lightning flashing, August \ldblquote Cowboy\rdblquote Moone said goodbye to 1892. Amanda was the only survivor, she crawled out from under her family\rquote s wagon to see a strange cowboy suddenly \ldblquote disappear\rdblquote into thin air.\cf0
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