How Ronny Throckmorton Was Saved From The Indians

   by Lubrican

   Chapter One

   Badger Claw peered into the distance, at the cloud of dust coming toward
his small band of braves.  He could tell it was Yellow Water's band from
the careless way they let everyone know where they were.  They had been
raiding again, even though the chief had told them to cease that activity.
Yellow water didn't listen to anybody, most of all the Chief.  He wanted to
be Chief himself, but he was too cowardly to challenge Grey Cloud.  Instead
he complained that Grey Cloud gave in to the white man, that Grey Cloud was
a weak leader, that the tribe had suffered since Grey Cloud became chief.
He conveniently forgot to mention that the only reason the members of the
tribe were still alive was because of Grey Cloud's skillful dealings with
the white man.

   Yellow Water hated the white man more than anything else in the world
... except perhaps Badger Claw.  He hated Badger Claw the same as he hated
the white man, because Badger Claw was white.  Perhaps he hated Badger Claw
more than the white man because Badger Claw was a better Indian than Yellow
Water was.  Everyone said that ...  and it made Yellow Water almost insane.

   Badger Claw had once been known as Ronald Throckmorton Jr, back when he
was five years old.  He had a couple of very dim memories of a white woman
who made him feel warm and safe, and of some of the things the white people
used in their lodges that never moved.  But that was all.  He knew he had
been taken from the woman in a raid fifteen summers ago.  He had been
treated like a slave, which was how all captives were treated.  But he had
rebelled.  He fought anyone who tried to make him do anything, earning many
beatings until at last, when he was older, the elders of the tribe got
tired of fighting with him and put him into training with the braves.

   Then he had to fight them for a place of honor in their society.  And
when he fought he kicked, scratched, bit and used anything that came to
hand to inflict as much damage as he possibly could.  His policy was that
if he had to fight, he wanted to fight a man only once.  Regardless of the
outcome of the fight, he wanted the opponent to go away thinking "I never
want to fight that boy again." That was how he got his name.

   Yellow Water was the first boy he beat in a fight.  Yellow Water had
hated him ever since.  He used to make comments about Badger Claw and
spread lies about him.  But Badger Claw went to him and challenged him to
another fight over a lie he had told.  Yellow Water, who had been named for
the fact that, as a young boy, when he was frightened, wet himself, could
not refuse to fight.

   For almost a week after that, Yellow Water peed red instead of yellow.
Now he knew better than to say things about his enemy, but he dreamed about
getting even.  He didn't want to kill Badger Claw.  He wanted to embarrass
him ...  make the other men laugh at him ...  discredit him as a member of
the tribe.  He wanted to crush his hated foe's spirit.

   Badger Claw knew there would be trouble as soon as he saw what Yellow
Water had done.  Yellow Water had taken captives.  Two young males, a
female a little older than them, and a woman.  The soldiers would surely
retaliate, and their vengeance would be terrible.  Badger Claw had seen
what the new weapon they had could do.  By turning a crank many bullets
spat out of the gun, like hail from a cloud.  His people would have no
chance.

   "Let them go" he ordered Yellow Water when his band had ridden up,
howling and hooting about their bravery.

   Yellow River had found whiskey at the farm they had raided.  No men had
been present.  The older woman had killed three braves with her rifle
before one had snuck up behind her and knocked her unconscious.  Yellow
Water had plans for her.  "I am no coward like some people I know" he
boasted, knowing better than to name Badger Claw as one of those cowards.
"I have taken captives, and they are mine to do with as I please."

   Badger Claw looked at the captives.  The boys looked alike, as if they
were two kernels of corn.  They had seen perhaps thirteen summers.  The
girl had yellow hair, was perhaps sixteen summers old, and something deep
inside Badger Claw stirred when he looked at her.  She was frightened, and
badly enough that she shook with her fear.  The woman looked gray and there
was blood soaking her left shoulder and back.  She would die if that wound
was not tended.  The girl spoke to the woman.

   "Mamma!  That one's a white man!  Look Mamma!  We're saved!"

   Yellow Water casually backhanded the girl hard enough to fling her to
the ground where she lay, sobbing.  There was nothing Badger Claw could do.
He took his men and continued to hunt.

   Later that night there was a council.  The elders were not pleased with
Yellow Water.  They too knew that the soldiers would come and many people
would die.  But Yellow Water was not sorry.  He said they had just gone to
the farm to ask for something to eat, and the woman had killed like a
coward, from hiding.  His friend had been killed by this woman.

   Badger Claw looked at the others who had been with Yellow Water.  All
were worthless on a hunt, but they looked unhappy now, as if the truth were
not being told.  Badger claw's mouth dropped open as he heard Yellow Water
boast that he would decorate his lodge with the woman's hair.  Their tribe
did not take the hair of their enemies, like some people.  It was not a
worthy or honorable thing to do.

   There was murmuring among the council.  Yellow Water knew he had gone
too far.  Badger Claw saw his chance.  He stood.  "You are a coward, who
brings the soldiers down on our people.  I say you lie."

   There was silence.  Such a thing must be challenged.  If not Yellow
Water would have no honor at all.  Badger Claw didn't wait.  "I will rid
the tribe of this bringer of doom.  I challenge him for the right to own
the captives.  When they are mine I will take them back and release them to
the soldiers."

   Mouths were open.  Such a challenge was rare.  To fight for ownership of
captives meant a fight to the death.  The one challenged chose what weapons
could be used, which usually gave that person a distinct advantage.

   Yellow Water stood as if frozen.  He was almost as pale as Badger Claw.
All eyes were on him.  "Knives" he said, his voice almost a whisper.  "Mine
is in my lodge." He turned and left.  Badger Claw started after, knowing,
just as everyone else, that no person went anywhere without his fighting
knife.  Yellow Water began running and the whole camp erupted.  Yellow
Water reached his lodge and ducked inside.  There were screams from the
lodge.  Badger Claw knew better than to use the entrance.  He nodded to one
of his friends and, together, they slit a tall triangle to one side and let
it fall so that they could see inside.

   Yellow Water had one of the twins between him and Badger Claw.  He had
jerked the boy's head back and his knife was laid at his throat.  The other
boy was tied to the yellow haired girl, who was screaming.  The woman had
been stripped and staked out inside the lodge, spread eagle.  There were
unmistakable signs that she had been beaten and bred ...  perhaps
repeatedly.

   Others saw this too, and a hush came over the tribe.  No one acted like
this!  This was not what a real person did, even to captives.  Yellow Water
would be banished for doing this to the woman.  He snarled.  "I'll kill
them all if you don't leave me alone.  Then the soldiers will kill all of
you!"

   Badger Claw turned slightly away from Yellow Water and reversed his
fighting knife.  "Get Back!" he yelled loudly, as if he were doing what
Yellow Water demanded.  Then, fluidly, he turned and threw.  His knife
blossomed from Yellow water's forehead, just above and between his eyes. 
Yellow Water dropped like a stone.

   There was a general exclamation by the watching tribesmen.  By tribal
law, the fight had been completed properly, if only technically.  Yellow
Water had said "knives" and Badger Claw had used a knife.

   Gray Cloud stepped forward.  "Badger Claw has won these captives with
honor.  Let no one say otherwise." He turned to Badger Claw.  "Hasten away
with these white people.  I think they are nothing but trouble." He looked
at the woman who had been brutalized.  "She will want revenge.  This could
end badly for us all."

   Badger Claw frowned.  "I will take them to the soldiers.  Perhaps they
will listen to me as I look like them.  I will tell them that a criminal
took them and was punished.  I will tell them he is dead.  These people
will tell them as well." he pointed to the captives.  Gray Cloud nodded
hopefully.

   Badger Claw watched the last of his fellow tribesmen walk away from what
had been Yellow Water's lodge.  Then he turned to look at "his" captives.
No one had touched them.  Yellow Water lay sprawled, staring lifelessly up
at the smoke hole.  Badger Claw sighed.  Weapons first.  It would be
difficult to get his knife out of that skull.

   He knelt and there was a cracking sound as he worked the knife back and
forth, widening the hole.  He didn't dare move it sideways for fear of
breaking the blade.  The yellow haired girl cried out each time Yellow
Water's bones broke a little more.  Finally, with a yank, the knife came
loose.  He wiped it on Yellow Water's loincloth.  He turned to the woman,
still tied to stakes of wood driven into the earth.  She had been straining
to pull those stakes out and the rawhide binding her had cut into her
wrists and ankles making her bleed.  She was very pale and in bad shape,
but the head wound had stopped bleeding.  There was a mass of black crusted
blood in her hair.  She was bruised and dirty.  Yellow Water had beaten her
as he raped her.  He had also apparently thought it was fun to spill his
seed on the outside of her body, as she was splattered with that too.  On
impulse Badger Claw inspected the dirt around her.  None of the others had
taken part.  There was only one set of footprints around her.

   It was too bad.  She had been a pretty woman.  Now she looked almost
dead.  He could deal with that later ...  if she didn't die.  He bent over
her with the knife and saw her eyes widen in fear.  She thought he was
going to kill her.  Some dim memory bubbled up and he said the word "No".
Her eyes registered and he realized he had spoken her language.  He cut her
ankles free first, holding out his hand to her, as if soothing a wild horse
as he approached it.  Then her left wrist.  Most people favored the other
hand for most things, including using weapons.  He paused and they looked
at each other.  She was breathing hard at the thought of being free.  Again
he held out his hand and, maintaining eye contact, he cut the last of her
bonds.  She rubbed her wrists and moaned in pain as the blood came back
into lifeless fingers and toes.  She had been tied tightly.  She did not
try to get up.

   He turned to the others.  The yellow haired girl began keening and he
was surprised to hear the woman behind him say something forcefully and the
girl went quiet.  He cut her loose from the twin and took her arm, pulling
her to where she could help the woman sit up.  The twin Yellow Water had
threatened still stood beside Yellow Water's body, staring at it.  Badger
Claw realized this twin was a girl, and not a boy after all.  As he looked
at her she rejoined her brother and they just stared at him with big eyes.
They looked remarkably alike and had pressed against each other, probably
for comfort.  They were frightened too, but better at controlling it than
the older girl.  He turned back to the woman.  He heard the movement behind
him and knew the boy was attacking.  He suspected the boy would try for his
throat, and so he ducked, letting the youth impact on his back.  Then he
bent forward and helped the boy fly through the air.  He landed on his back
in the dirt and air exploded from his lungs.  Badger Claw moved and put his
foot on the boy's chest as he gasped for air.  "NO!" he said again, staring
down at the boy.  His knife was still in his hand.  He showed it to the boy
and then pointed at the boy's empty hands.  "No," he said a last time.  He
took his foot off and put his knife away.

   The woman was sitting up now.  She looked weak but determined.  He
glanced around.  Her clothes had been cut off her body while she was tied.
All he saw were a couple of ratty blankets, but he picked up one and
offered it to the woman, to cover her nakedness.  He knew white people
thought about nakedness differently than his people.  She looked at the
blanket, and then at Yellow Water.  Then she spoke the word "No", and spat
toward the corpse.  She would rather go naked than wear something that
belonged to it.

   They made a miserable sight as he shepherded them across the camp to his
lodge.  The woman spoke to the others almost without stopping as they
walked slowly along.  They said nothing in return, but they didn't give him
trouble.  The woman tried to walk proudly, standing as tall as she could,
but she shuffled.  She was weak.  He sighed.  She would not be able to
travel for a week or more, and the soldiers would come looking for her
before that.  He didn't own enough horses to take them all back at the same
time.

   Once he got them into his lodge he picked up his water bag and handed it
to the boy.  He pointed toward the stream.  Surprise and then amazement
flitted across the boy's face, but he accepted the bag and left.  It was
only a short distance to the water and the boy was back soon, holding out
the dripping bag.  Badger Claw pointed at the rest of them and at the bag,
and the boy went to give them something to drink.  Badger Claw rooted
around in his things and came up with an old pot he had found near one of
the houses on wheels the white men used to cross the prairie.  The wagon
had been burned and there were bones scattered about.  He had taken several
things he found interesting.  The pot was good for heating water, and
heated water was better for cleaning wounds.  He started a fire, got water
from the boy, who had to go for more, and put the pot on.  He needed cloth.
Thinking back to the rags of the woman's clothing, he motioned to the boy
again.  He went to the two girls, who were standing close to each other. 
He tugged on their dresses and pointed to the naked woman, who had lain
down on his furs and was resting from her walk.  Then he tugged their
dresses and pointed at her again.  He pointed back toward Yellow Water's
lodge and pantomimed the boy going there and picking something up off the
ground.  A light went on in the boy's eyes and he left.  Shortly he was
back with the ruined dress, smiling.  Badger Claw smiled back at him.

   The water was hot and Badger Claw had torn pieces from the woman's
dress. It was getting late.  It would take a long time to get the woman
clean and make sure her wounds would not fester.  He'd need more wood.  He
held up a piece of firewood to the boy and pointed to all three of the
youths.  The yellow haired girl didn't want to go and she resisted.  She
pointed at the woman and folded her arms across her chest, with a stubborn
look on her face.  Badger Claw didn't want to argue, and he wasn't sure she
wouldn't try to run away anyway, so he nodded.  The twins left together,
holding hands.

   He set the pot of water beside his furs.  Then he rooted around in his
things for his bag of medicine.  It was made by an old woman in the tribe
who knew plants and healing.  All the people used it.  He opened it and
sniffed the pungent odor of the herbs.  He held it to the woman's nose and
she sniffed.  The woman's eyes glittered in the light of the fire, but she
lay relaxed.  She knew what he was going to do, and she was going to let
him.  Her head wound worried him the most, but it would take the longest,
so he worked on her wrists first.  His pouch of salve was full, and he
rubbed that into the raw flesh.  He knew it would sting at first, but then
the pain would vanish, so her moan didn't come as a surprise.  Neither did
the bloom of her smile as she looked at the wrist he had just done while he
worked on the other one.  She spoke to the yellow haired girl, but he
ignored them while he treated the woman's ankles.

   Then he began washing her body.

   For the first time she reacted.  As he washed Yellow Water's semen, and
accumulated dirt off of the woman's legs and thighs, she jerked to a
sitting position and her hands raised, as if to stop him.  He looked at her
and continued cleaning the leg he was holding.  When one of her hands came
down and covered the light brown hair between her legs, he got the idea and
handed her another dampened cloth.  She cleaned herself vigorously there,
crying out with pain and then threw the cloth toward the opening of his
lodge.  He continued, working over her other leg and, as he took an arm and
began cleaning it, she let him.

   She leaned sideways suddenly and then fell backwards, but her eyes were
still open.  He continued with her other arm and then started on her
stomach and chest.  Her hands came up to cover the dark tips of her milk
bags, but she didn't try to stop him from cleaning the rest of her.  It
took some time, as he swabbed away the dirt and crusted semen.  Her breasts
were large and soft as he rubbed them clean, working around her fingers,
which she kept in place.  These breasts did not fall down to her sides,
like an old woman's.

   She watched his face as he worked on her.  The yellow haired girl said
something, and the woman shook her head.  Badger Claw cleaned her neck and
face next, carefully applying the salve to the angry bruise on her cheek.
When he was done he sat back on his haunches and her arms fell to her
sides. Her nipples were still dirty.  He soaked another rag and handed it
to her.  At the question in her eyes he touched one nipple.  She flinched,
and he saw pain in her eyes, but she took the rag and began very lightly
swabbing the tips of her breasts.

   Then he understood the pain.  As the dirt and scum came off he saw that
Yellow Water had bitten the woman's nipples ...  hard.  The skin wasn't
broken, but there was bruising in the half moon shape of a man's teeth.  It
must be very painful.  He scooped out a fingerful of the salve and held it
out, over her chest.  He expected her to take it onto her own finger to
apply it, but she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and nodded
fractionally.  He was gentle as his finger swirled the salve onto one and
then the other swollen tip.  She cried out as the sting took effect, but
then sagged back, limp as it took away the pain.  Her eyes stayed closed.
He leaned back and looked at the yellow haired girl.  Her eyes were wide
and white in the firelight, but the abject fear was gone.  The woman's head
wound needed cleansing, but it was too dark inside.  He felt her forehead.
It was cool.  It could wait until morning.

   The twins came in with armfuls of wood and dropped it beside the fire.
Badger Claw got into his bag of dried meat and handed it around to
everyone. He would have to do more hunting.  Then he surveyed his stock of
furs.  He didn't have enough for them all.  The woman would need heat to
survive the night with her loss of blood.  He laid out one fur and moved
her to it.  He took his largest and laid it on the other side of the fire.
He pointed at the twins and then at that fur, making them lie down
together. Then he folded the fur over the top of them.  Taking his last fur
he pointed to one side of the woman and had yellow hair lie there, to warm
that side of her.  He added wood to the fire and then took off his leggings
and loin cloth so his skin would touch the woman's.

   He stood naked in the firelight, tall, strong, well muscled, scarred and
deeply tanned.  His long dirty blond hair was braided down his back. 
Yellow hair gasped and stared at the long thick thing hanging between his
legs.  She began to make the mourning noise in her throat, and the fear was
back in her eyes.  The woman opened her eyes, half lidded and saw him too.
Her head turned to yellow hair but she spoke only one word: "Hush".  His
memory remembered that word.  The white woman he remembered had used that
word to him when she wanted him to be quiet.  He lay down, pulled the last
fur over the three of them, molded his body to the woman's, and slept.

   When he woke it was early.  The fire had died down, but there were coals
left and as soon as he threw some small pieces of wood on it flickered back
to life.  He stood to go outside to relieve himself.  His penis was hard,
as it was most mornings.  He saw the glitter of two pairs of eyes watching
him.  The woman and yellow hair peeked at him over the edge of the fur.

   He ignored them and left.

   He heard the flap and looked over his shoulder to see the boy following
him.  He showed the boy where to relieve himself and stood, enjoying the
feeling of the urine flushing through his penis and the pain fading away
from holding it in.

   When he got back to the lodge the others were all up.  The woman was
heating more water in the pot and she handed the empty skin to the girl
twin, who nodded and left to refill it.  Badger Claw knelt and drew in the
dirt.  He drew a circle that was his lodge, and then circles of the lodges
near his.  He drew the stream.  The woman nodded, understanding what it
meant.  He put his finger on his lodge and pointed all around him.  She
nodded again.  He pointed at each of them and then put his thumb down on
his lodge and held it there.  He pointed at the other lodges and shook his
head.  She understood.  They were not to go there.  He drew a path to the
stream and nodded his head.  Then he got his rifle and left.

   He shot a small deer and field dressed it, leaving its innards for
brother raven.  He took the rest back to his lodge to preserve with smoke.
He dropped the carcass beside his outside fire pit.  When he lifted the
flap he heard a small shriek.  The yellow haired one was naked and was
washing her body with a rag.  The woman had been asleep, but was awakened
by the noise.  The smell inside the lodge was of unwashed bodies.  Clearly
they did not know how to bathe.  He grabbed yellow hair's wrist and pulled
her out of the lodge.  She screamed and pulled, trying to free herself from
his grip.  In the end he slung her over his shoulder, which was still
bloody from carrying the deer, as she kicked and screamed like a banshee.
The woman came lurching out of the lodge, followed by the twins, but by
then he was halfway to the stream.  The woman yelled something and he
turned around.  He beckoned them toward him while yellow hair fought to get
off his shoulder.  She was crying now.  He walked to the stream, to the
deep part, and threw her in.

   She couldn't swim.

   He had to go in himself and hold her head above water by grabbing her
hair.  She tried to climb on top of his head and he pushed her away.  He
dove under the water as she sank, flailing, and grabbed her hair again. 
Then he swam, towing her, toward the sand, where she could stand up.  She
was coughing and fighting.  When he got to the shallow part he stood up as
she flailed even more.

   "She must be feeble minded" he thought as she continued to drown in
water she could stand up in.

   He finally reached in, grabbed her waist and stood her up.  He heard a
noise from the shore and looked to see all three of the others laughing. 
Yellow hair pushed the hair out of her face.  Badger Claw handed her the
rag she had been using to wash herself and stepped back, cleaning the
deer's blood off his torso and arms.  Yellow hair made an angry sound and
beat at the water with her fists, while the others continued to laugh.  The
twins helped the woman in; she was still unsteady on her feet.

   Badger Claw took off his loin cloth and leggings, threw them on the bank
and washed the rest of himself.  Now only the twins had their clothing on.
The boy stripped next, and frolicked in the water while his sister said
angry things to him.  Then she went to the woman and they whispered.  The
woman spoke, soothingly but the girl resisted.  Finally the woman spoke
sharply, with authority and began helping the girl disrobe.  Badger Claw
saw what the problem was.  The girl wore the white people's undergarment,
and the normally white cloth was stained dark red.  The cloth bulged with
the rags that he knew were in them.  She was in her bleeding time, like all
the women did each month.  The women in the tribe didn't want to be touched
or seen during their bleeding time.  He turned away in respect and finished
himself with his back to them.  The boy was staring and Badger Claw waded
over to him and slapped him once on the cheek, turning his head away from
the women.  The boy bristled, but there was guilt in his eyes too, and he
turned his back, as he clearly understood what he had just been told.

   The woman spoke again and yellow hair went to the shore and limped up to
the lodge.  She came back with a fur and held it at the shore while the
woman brought the girl over there.  When she was wrapped in the fur she sat
down.

   Yellow hair tried to cover her breasts, which were truly lovely.  They
were very white, as if the sun never touched them, with light pink almost
invisible tips.  The hair between her legs was the same color as that on
her head, and she tried to cover that as he looked at her too.  Why was she
so ashamed of herself?

   He couldn't worry about that now.  He turned to the woman, who was
gingerly walking toward the shore.  He beckoned her and she stared between
his legs before she came toward him hesitantly.  She must think all the
people were like Yellow Water, and took sex without permission.  He held
out his hand and she grasped it instinctively as she tipped to one side. 
He led her to water where she could sit on the sand, but was deep enough
that it would come up to her breasts.  He peered at them closely.

   Her hands came up to cover the nipples and he batted them away.  Yes,
they were looking better.  He grunted at Yellow Hair and slid his thumb
over his two first fingers, like he was rubbing something between them. 
Then he pointed at the woman's nipples and wrists.  Yellow hair cocked one
eye questioningly and then gave a blinding smile as she figured out what he
wanted.  She jumped up and dashed to the lodge, coming back with the bag of
ointment.  She was smiling, proud, as if she had done something important.

   He gave her a smile for a five year old, to make her feel good and she
fairly danced with pleasure.  Those breasts did interesting things when she
jumped.  She was pretty in a pale sort of way.  His penis began to harden
as he looked at her as a potential sexual partner for the first time.  She
was old enough.  Most of the women of his people had a baby already by the
time they were her age, maybe two.  Perhaps she had babies too, somewhere.
The woman made a sound and he turned and saw she was looking at his
stiffening organ.  She said something to yellow hair and the girl turned
pink and tried to cover her sexual parts.  White people were strange.

   He sat the woman down in the water and began to work on her head wound.
He leaned her back, getting the hair soaked and carefully washed the black
scabbing away a little at a time.  Between dunkings he sat her up.  He
stood to her side.  She kept turning her head to stare at his penis, which
was still half hard.  That made it hard for him to be careful.  Finally he
straddled her legs and stood with his penis in front of her face so she
could look at it all she wanted while he bent over and took care of her
head.  She sat very rigidly at first, but relaxed little by little.

   The wound hurt, he could tell from the way she tensed when he touched
it, but she made no sound.  Once he leaned too far over her and his penis
pushed into her face.  She tensed and raised her hands, but by then he had
already moved back to stand up.  He was done washing.

   Now for the salve.  He grunted at Yellow Hair and rubbed his thumb
again. She nodded and threw him the bag, which he caught.  When he looked
down, the woman was still staring at his penis.  She licked her lips and
glanced up to see him watching her.  Her face blushed and she gritted her
teeth.  When he bent over her to apply the salve, he saw there were stripes
on her back, where Yellow Water had whipped her with a willow branch.  When
he leaned further to treat those too her face pressed to his groin.  She
left her hands in the water, but he heard a choking moan.

   He finished and held out his hand to help her stand up.  She came up and
he looked her over.  Yes, cleaned up she was a handsome woman.  Her breasts
were heavy, but not fat.  He lifted one to look under it and saw no
injuries.  She stood, her fists clenched at her sides as he inspected every
inch of her body.  He put salve on several places and then tried to peer
between her legs.

   He knew what could happen to a woman who was raped.  The skin could tear
and bleed.  The white man had done this to his sisters many times.  Now she
became agitated, batting at his hands and trying to cover herself.  She
spoke, with urgent tone in her voice, turning away from the others.  He
understood.  While his people had no problem showing their bodies, if there
was touching or sex involved, it was a private matter.  He took her arm and
pulled her out of the water.  When the others started to follow he held up
his hand and said "No!" The woman said something and they stayed there,
though they were clearly nervous.

   He took her to a small copse, well shielded by thick green bushes.  It
was a deer sleeping place in the winter, and now that the sun shone hot the
grass was thick and soft.  He pointed there.  She was crying now, so he
thought she must be in much pain.  He pointed again, more insistently.  If
she'd just lie down he could treat her pain.  Finally she did, crying
harder.  She lay stiffly with her legs tightly closed.  Her hands were at
her side again, closed tightly.  He put his hand between her thighs, prying
and she moaned.  One of her hands came up and closed around his wrist,
pushing him away.  He heard her saying that word he'd remembered "No ... 
no ...  no ...  no" but it didn't make any sense in this situation.  Surely
she needed relief from the pain.

   Finally he lost patience.  He set the bag of balm on her stomach and put
both hands between her legs, palms outward.  He was just starting to exert
pressure when he saw something interesting happen.  The woman had been
looking at his face while she cried.  Now she looked at what he had set on
her stomach.  Her eyes opened wide and her crying stopped instantly in a
gasp of indrawn breath.  Her eyes flashed back to his and he felt her
relax. As he pushed her thighs apart, she stopped fighting him and she let
go of his wrist.  Now she turned that bright pink that usually meant the
sun had burned a white person and she moaned again, but this time not with
pain.  He kept pushing and lifted her knees until they were up by her
breasts.  He needed her wide open.  He saw her crane her head, looking at
something ...  she was looking at his penis again.

   In a matter of seconds he realized what had happened.  She thought he
wanted to breed her.  He raised up and held up his hand, flat toward her,
then covered his sexual organs and said "No" Then he held up the bag of
ointment and pointed at her sexual organs.  She got even redder but slowly
nodded her head and said another word that rang a bell with him "Yes."

   Now she held her knees for him.  It was dark in there, of course, and he
had to pull her around until the sun was shining directly onto her sex. 
She moaned several times.  At last he could see.  She was torn, though it
wasn't too bad.  One treatment of the balm should be enough.  He dipped two
fingers in the paste and began to spread it.  She was red and bruised all
over, so he rubbed it all over.  She made noises that were a cross between
sobs and moans and laughter and she couldn't keep her hips still.  He knew
that it was stinging like fire, but after that the pain would go away and
she would feel much better.

   Badger Claw had been with girls in the tribe.  He had even made two
babies, who were fine strong boys of two and three summers, and he knew how
to make the young women squeal with pleasure.  As he rubbed the medicine
onto the woman's sex he recognized some of the movements that the young
women made when he was making them very happy.  Now he looked at the woman
as a possible sexual partner.  She was strong and lean, with good hips and
she would probably be very nice to make babies with.  His cock stiffened at
the thought, but he dismissed the idea.  She was too sore to do that, and
had made it quite clear that she did not want that.

   He was no rapist.  He would simply treat her wounds and if she wanted to
thank him later? ...  well then maybe they could have some fun.

   He was thinking so hard that he didn't realize his fingers were working
on her sexually, as well as medically.  He had no real notion of what his
fingers were doing to Mrs.  Julia Posten, widowed a year back from her
husband, Tom, who had been kicked in the head by a horse.  She was suddenly
left, a healthy 32 year old woman in the prime of her life with her then
fifteen year old daughter Molly, and the twins, Bobby and Cindy, who had
just turned thirteen.  They lived on what was laughingly called a "farm" on
the plains somewhere east of Denver and south of the wagon trails far
enough that they had seen no visitors since Tom had died.  They had been on
the farm for three years, and had seen one troop of Cavalry come by a year
and a half ago.  She had been happy, though concerned for Molly, who was
quickly heading toward the age when some would call her an old maid.  They
were in a valley with good grass and water.  It had been difficult after
Tom died, but they had all worked hard.  They had nowhere else to go and,
until the Indians had come, had owned three head of cattle, one bull, two
good horses and a fine dog named Champ.

   Then the Indians had come.

   She'd fought, as they'd had to fight several times before.  Always
before the combined firepower of the two adults, with the children
reloading, had driven off the raiders.  This time there was only her.  The
Indians had shot Champ, who had limped away and was probably dead.  The
horses had been taken by the Indians.  The cattle would be fine but would
stray.  Her few possessions were all that was there.  After she woke up,
and after that beast had beaten, whipped, raped and bitten her, she'd hoped
for a quick death for her whole family.  She didn't want either of her
daughters to go through what she had endured.  She had hoped to find a
knife.  If she had to be the one to slit their throats ...  well then, that
was the way it had to be.

   Now she wasn't so sure.  She knew there had been a disagreement in the
tribe over them, and that her current captor, who she would have sworn was
a white man, but who acted THOROUGHLY Indian, was the victor.  She didn't
know what that meant though, except that she and her children were being
treated with respect now.  She had told her children to be quiet, or do
what the man said, hoping not to anger him.  Then her advice had changed,
and she told them not to worry, that he wasn't like the other one, and that
she didn't think he'd hurt them.  His tenderness at treating her injuries
had made her miss her husband in an anguished way, because Tom had been
like that ...  strong, but tender and caring.  And that potion he used! 
She'd never seen anything like it.  If she had a wagonload of that stuff
back East she could retire in a week!  And then he slept next to her naked,
like she was, but had done nothing other than keep her warm.

   She'd had a bad moment when he came back from hunting.  She hadn't known
he was hunting when she woke up to see him, all bloody and savage looking,
dragging her naked daughter out of the teepee.  She'd begged him not to
hurt her, following as Molly screamed her lungs out.  And after all that
he'd only meant that she take a bath!  It was funny when she thought about
it.  Especially when he threw her in the water and then had to go in
himself to keep her from drowning.

   She had also recognized his conscious effort not to watch her help Cindy
deal with her menstrual rags.  And he had disciplined Bobby for peeking at
his embarrassed sister, though usually they ran around half naked anyway.
It was as if he was being ...  polite!

   But then her heart had stopped as he tried to look at her , between her
legs, and had then dragged her to a private place where he could ram that
truly impressive savage penis into her...

   Only to find out that he knew she must have been injured by her rapist.
She hadn't had time to think about what that poultice would do to her ...
down there.  If she had, she would have tried to get him to let HER put it
on.  But her relief in learning that she wasn't going to be raped again had
led to his extremely intimate touching of her in places where Tom had only
inserted his penis, humped her a few times and then left his seed in her.
She had no idea that she could be so excited by a combination of pain, the
burning of the poultice, followed by its soothing numbing action.

   Except that it didn't numb everything.

   The feel of a strange man's fingers making her feel like the top of her
head was going to blow right off.

   Chapter Two

   Julia had only had three or four orgasms in her entire life.  She
remembered each and every one of them, and she recognized the feelings she
was having now as what she had felt just before she had enjoyed each and
every one of those orgasms.  With a cry of shame she realized she was going
to experience something with this savage man that had never happened with
any man except her husband.  And, after all the pain and horror she'd been
through in the last week ...  her cry of shame grew louder with the
realization that she wanted this orgasm ...  needed it ...  needed some
kind of sweet release that would make her feel human again ...  female
again.

   Badger Claw dipped his longest finger in the salve.  Then he pushed that
finger into the woman's sex, deep.  If there had been someone else there to
ask about it, he would have said it was to be sure he got the medicine
where any unseen injuries would be covered.  But he also knew he was giving
this woman something she needed.  When his finger penetrated her she let go
of her knees.  Her heels hit the grass and dug in as her hips arched up off
the ground and she cried out.  But it wasn't a sound of terror or hurt.  It
was the sound of a woman whose man knows how to treat her.

   He heard them coming ...  feet pounding on the ground ...  and he
removed the finger from the woman.  He stood up and his erection stood out
from his body, straight and proud.  The woman lay limp, satisfied, happy
for the moment.  She looked at his rampant sex and smiled at him - not in
encouragement - in thanks for not doing what many men would have done.

   The bushes were torn apart.  Three startled faces peered into the copse.
They saw their mother lying on the ground, legs spread and the Indian
standing.  All of them saw his stiff penis and knew what had happened. 
Bobby had the knife he had found in the Indian's clothing.  He was just as
naked as the Indian, and looked a little like him too as, with a scream of
rage he launched himself at the man he thought had just raped his mother.

   He didn't have a chance.  Before he knew what had happened he lay on the
ground, his wrist hurting.  The knife was in the hands of the big Indian
and the Indian's foot was on his chest ...  again!  His mother yelled
"Bobby!  NO!" She looked at the girls.  Yellow hair was still naked and the
girl twin had washed out her undergarment and rags and was wearing them
again.  "It's not what you think!" she said.  "I know what it looks like,
but it's not what you think."

   Molly cried out "But Mamma, you SCREAMED!"

   "He had to put the medicine inside me" She covered her pussy with one
hand, "Where I was torn and injured."

   Each of the kids had put that medicine on some hurt or injury and they
all knew just how it felt when it burned.  All three winced.  Molly was
staring at the Indian's still half hard penis.

   "He put the medicine ...  in you."

   Her voice made it quite plain what she thought the Indian had used to
medicate her mother's vagina.

   Julia blushed "Not with THAT, you silly girl.  He used his fingers." She
realized how that sounded and rushed on.  "Now be quiet.  He didn't hurt
me. He hasn't hurt any of us.  I don't think he will.  We must cooperate
with him and teach him English so we can communicate.  Do whatever he tells
you to.  I know his ways are strange, but while we are with him I want you
to honor his customs.

   They all trooped back to Badger Claw's lodge, where the girls learned
how to butcher and smoke a deer Indian style.  While the meat was smoking,
Badger Claw went and obtained clothing for most of them.  Bobby was easy,
with leggings and a loin cloth.  There was a scabbard for a knife, but no
knife was in it, of course.  For Cindy and Julia there were buckskin
dresses that were plain, but beautifully made.  Both women slipped them on
gratefully and marveled at the feel of tanned leather against their skin.
Julia realized immediately that the leather would rub her nipples in a most
delightful way once they quit hurting so much.

   Molly had put her dress back on, but it was torn and filthy.  He had
nothing for her and she complained about it.  He could tell she was
complaining and laughed as he threw a treated skin at her.  Then he dug
into his things and came out with rawhide and a bone needle.  He also had a
long thin piece of hedgewood, hard as iron and sharpened on one end.  It
turned out to be an awl to poke holes in the leather for the needle to go
through.  Obviously she would have make her own dress.

   Molly knew how to sew, but this was different.  Her mother helped her,
of course, but it still involved a lot of standing around naked while the
big Indian watched.  She wasn't quite so nervous about him seeing her naked
now, mostly because he had seen her naked so much.  But when she was naked
and he looked at her, she got a warm feeling in her stomach that she knew
she wasn't supposed to get.  Not from just any man.  And seeing him naked
just made it worse.

   A woman had come to the teepee with moccasins for the twins, and there
was a toddler with her.  The big Indian made it clear by pointing to the
toddler and then to himself, followed by pointing at Bobby and then her
mother, that this toddler was his son.  But the woman went away with him
and didn't come back.  So she knew he had used that interesting looking
thing between his legs for what it was intended, yet he didn't appear to
have a wife!  It was strange.  She asked her mother about it as they sewed
together her dress and her mother said that she had heard that Indians
didn't think of marriage quite the same way as civilized people did.

   All Molly knew was that she had feelings she knew she shouldn't, and was
in a situation where those feelings might cause things to happen that
shouldn't.  It was both scary and exciting at the same time.

   Neither Julia nor Molly could sew with the beautiful precision that the
Indian women did, but they ended up with a buckskin dress for Molly that
was serviceable and looked nice, as far as they were concerned.  They had
used the same pattern Julia's dress was made with.  Julia warned her
daughter "This will feel ...  different when you put it on.  With no
undergarments it is ...  somewhat titillating."

   At suppertime they decided to give their Big Indian a name.  Julia
pointed at herself and said "J-U-L-I-A" She did that several times and then
did the same for each of the children.  Then she pointed at him with a
question on her face.  He said a word that sounded like "O-AH-HA-CHAY-TO"
She tried saying it and he rooted around in his things.  He came up with a
beautifully tanned Badger skin and pointed at it and then himself.  Then he
pointed at one of the claws and then at himself.  Thus it was they learned
to call him Badger Claw.

   As they worked with him the memories of little Ronald Throckmorton came
back with much more clarity than one could have hoped for.  Within three
days they could have simple conversations with him and his vocabulary got
better each day.  He learned that Julia's man had been killed in an
accident before they were taken captive.  He learned that they grieved for
their dog, and were worried about their animals.  He learned that the
soldiers probably didn't know they were gone and might not know for many
suns ...  possibly many moons.

   Yellow Water's lodge was untouched by the people, and would be abandoned
when they moved to their winter campground.  No one would speak his name
again.  In the night, Badger Claw went there and found Yellow Water's
knife. Knives were scarce, and Badger Claw had traded everything he had
that was worth anything for the clothing he'd gotten his captives.  He made
a new handle for the knife, so no one would recognize it.  When he gave
this to Bobby, the boy's eyes bugged out.  He was proud and stood tall,
holding it and fighting invisible foes with it.

   He did that until he had to gut his first deer with it.  Then he put it
in his scabbard, where it belonged.  It was a tool, not a toy.

   On the fourth day Julia suggested they needed baths again.  Badger Claw
looked at her with one eyebrow raised.  "You not very dirty".  She smiled
and tried to explain that clean bodies were healthy bodies.  Finally he
agreed.  As they left she said "Bring your medicine."

   He grabbed the pouch and they set off for the creek.  No one was shy
about being naked now.  Once her menses were over, Cindy didn't care at all
if her brother and Badger Claw saw her naked.  Molly too had grown
accustomed to the freedom of being able to be naked without it being
anything special, though if Badger Claw was naked she took every
opportunity to stare at his body.  She liked it when he looked at her too.
So they all got naked and got into the water.  Julia stood by him as they
washed.  "Your medicine works well Badger Claw.  I think I am healing
quickly."

   He looked her over.  Julia WAS healing well.  And she was much less shy
too.  Now, when he inspected her wounds, she sat quietly, or lay still,
letting him touch her wherever he wanted to.  In the night he woke up
several times to find her arm flung over his body as she sought his heat,
or comfort.  In the mornings, if his erection touched her she did not
flinch away or scold him.  She stood in the water near enough to touch him.
Her back was smooth, though she would carry some of the willow scars for
life.

   When he was finished she said "You haven't examined everywhere." Her
hand drifted to the brown fur between her legs.  It started on her neck
first, a glow of pink, then splotches of red and her face bloomed red.  "I
think I need more medicine there," she said quietly.  He looked at her,
realizing what she was saying.

   His penis stiffened.  Perhaps she WAS going to thank him.

   He looked off in the direction of the deer bed where he had pleasured
her before.  "We should go there?" he said.

   She blushed even redder and nodded.  She turned to her children.  Bobby
and Cindy were splashing each other, laughing.  Molly was daydreaming,
lifting water to her breasts and letting it drip off her fingers.

   "Children!" she called.  They all looked at her.  "Badger Claw says I
need more medicine ...  ah ...  in my private place." She was beet red now.
"It's not proper to ...  um ...  put that on in public.  We're going over
there and we'll be back very soon.  You stay here." She turned quickly,
embarrassed, but determined.

   Badger Claw went to get his salve and then walked beside her as they
went toward the deer hide.  "I did not say you needed this," he commented.

   "Oh hush!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him.  When they got
to the soft grass she went from foot to foot, nervous and shy again.  He
could tell she wanted this, but that it was hard for her to accept it.

   "You want to put the medicine on yourself?" he offered.

   She looked down.  "No.  I want you to do it ...  like you did before."

   "You do not need this, Julia" he said holding out the balm.

   She looked in his eyes now.  "Yes ...  I think I do.  I shouldn't, but I
need to feel ...  good."

   "You confuse me.  It sounds like you want this, but you don't want this.
What does this mean?"

   She was standing close to him.  "My people ...  touch each other like
that ...  like you did ...  but only sometimes.  Only when they're married.
My husband is dead.  And I am not married to you, so my people would say
that letting you touch me is wrong.  But I want to feel that ...  like
before."

   Badger Claw thought about that.  "I say this," he said.  "I won you in a
fight.  My people would say I own you, and that you have to do as I say. 
This is our way.  With my people, when a man and a woman want to touch, as
long as they both want to touch it is a good thing.  There are different
kinds of touching.  I hear you Julia.  I know what kind of touching you
want.  So, I tell you this.  Lie down there" he pointed.  "I must put
medicine on you.  Do what I say woman!" He scowled fiercely at her, flexing
his muscles.

   She smiled at him, knowing what he was doing - knowing that he was
making it HIS decision, so she wouldn't have to feel bad about it.

   "Yes, my savage master" she said in a little girl voice.  "I must do as
you say." Then she kissed him on his lips.  It was a quick kiss, but her
lips were soft and warm on his.  She lay down and pulled her knees up,
opening herself for him with no shame at all.

   Badger Claw looked at Julia, who was a very handsome woman.  He had
thought about her sexually a lot recently and now his penis stiffened
completely.  She stared at it, but said nothing.  He knelt between her
legs. Then he took one foot and brought it close to his face.  He had an
idea.  "Julia, you have just bathed.  Your ankle is clean." He licked her
ankle.  "Does it disgust you that I would touch your clean ankle with my
tongue?"

   She shook her head "No", but there was a puzzled look on her face.

   Then he licked her calf.  "You are clean here too.  Is this disgusting?"

   Again the shake of her head.

   He licked above her knee and her eyes widened as she realized what he
intended to do.

   "And here?  Is not this clean from your bath?" He waited.

   Her voice came like the small voice of a girl.  "Yes, it's clean."

   His tongue slid from her knee, down to the inside of her thigh and she
gasped.

   "And this is clean from your bath.  I know this because it tastes clean
like the rest."

   "Badger Claw...." she croaked, her eyes wide.  Her hands were by her
sides.  She was gripping the long, soft grass.  She was not covering her
sex.  This was touching she would accept.

   He leaned in to feast on her pussy.

   Julia wanted to scream.  But she bit her hand instead.  If she screamed
the children would come ...  and he would have to stop doing what he was
doing.  She didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing.  She had never
heard of this kind of sex.  Not with people.  She had seen dogs lick each
other, and now she thought she knew why they did it.

   It was fabulous.

   It was phenomenal.

   It was fantastic.

   She couldn't think of any word that was superlative enough to describe
what she was feeling.  She could feel her orgasm upon her already and she
groaned, sorry that it was here so quickly.  Then it washed over her and
she shook with its intensity.  The exquisitely painful feelings shot from
her pussy to her nipples and back again and she stretched her legs out,
wanting to expand her body until it was as big as the sky.

   The pleasure waned and she realized she was light headed from holding
her breath.  He was still licking and sucking her.  There was one little
spot, high up in her gash where she knew it felt good when she washed
there. He flicked that with his tongue and she shuddered with the intensity
of the feelings.  Her heels hit the ground and she pushed her pussy at his
face as she felt ANOTHER orgasm approaching.  It was right on the verge of
breaking when he BIT that special spot and slid one long finger into her,
like he had before.  With an agonized groan she tensed every muscle in her
body, straining until only her heels and the back of her head were touching
the ground.

   Then she flopped back to the grass and pushed his face away from her
pussy.  "Stop!" she gasped.  "I can't take any more ..  please."

   He backed away, disappointed that he couldn't continue.  He liked her
taste.  His penis needed relief now.  It would have been nice to be in her
and release, but it wasn't necessary.  He fisted his cock and stroked it.
She raised her head and watched.  She was surprised to find that she wasn't
astonished, or horrified at what he was doing.  She knew that boys and men
did this thing, but had never seen it.

   It didn't take long and, true to what she now knew, he was sensitive
enough to remember what she had been through.  He turned his body away from
her so his spend didn't land on her.  She sucked in a breath as a long rope
of white arched out into the bushes, followed by four more, just as strong
and just as thick.  She shuddered at the thought of that going up inside
her.

   But it wasn't a shudder of fear.

   She sat up as he knelt there, resting and breathing.  His lips were
shiny with her fluids, and she was amazed that she didn't think that was
unpleasant.  Like he had said, she had just bathed.  She got to her knees
and kissed him again.  This time the kiss lasted a long time and their
tongues got involved.

   When the kiss finally broke he said "Hear this Julia, captive of mine. I
may have to do this thing again some day.  I know it is a difficult thing
for a white woman to endure, but some things must be done." Then he waited
until she smiled.  She saw relief come into his face.

   "I will try to bear it" she said formally.  "I too believe it may be
necessary to do again." She folded her arms across her breasts. 
"Especially since you forgot to use the medicine."

   They both laughed and then got up to return to her children.

   When they emerged from the hidden place Badger Claw noticed signs that
someone had walked around the copse.  He followed the tracks and found
where someone had stood for a while.  He could see into the copse through a
hole in the branches.  Someone had watched them.

   He felt the burn of anger, not at the watcher, but at himself for not
hearing the watcher.  That was no way to stay alive.

   He made Julia stop and pointed out the sign, telling her what it meant.
She blushed furiously at the idea that someone had seen what he had done to
her ...  and how much she had enjoyed it.

   "Who?" she whispered.

   Badger claw knelt down and looked at the impressions in the grass.

   "Molly, I think" he said.  When her eyebrows rose high he added "Or
someone her size."

   When they got back to where the children were it was obvious who had
watched them.  Molly couldn't look at them.  She was flushed and the
nipples one could barely see most times were erect ...  long and pointed.
She was trying to put on her buckskin dress as they walked up to her.

   "Molly?" said her mother.

   The girl sobbed.  "I didn't mean to ...  but I wanted to see ...  how
could you let him?"

   "Sweetie, please, let me explain" cooed her mother.  "I know it looked
...  strange ...  but ..." she was at a loss to explain it.

   "It is something my people do to make each other feel good" said Badger
Claw, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary at all.  "Your mother
looked happy, did she not?" he said.

   Molly didn't know what to say.  It had looked so ...  perverted ...  so
animalistic.  But he was right.  There had been no doubt at all that her
mother loved what he was doing with his mouth.  Strange feelings had come
over her.  She had gotten wet between her legs and her nipples had hurt in
a painfully pleasant sort of way.

   "It looked so ...  dirty," she said, helplessly.

   Badger Claw shook his head.  "No, she had just had a bath.  She was very
clean.  She tasted very nice."

   The incongruity of what he'd said caused Molly to turn to her mother.

   "I wanted him to do it to me too!" she cried, hugging her mother.  "I
know it's wrong, but that's how I felt.  It's so dirty but I wanted to feel
that too Mamma!  That's why I'm upset!  What's wrong with me?"

   Julia hugged her daughter and stroked her hair.  "I know honey.  I know!
Why do you think I let him do that?  Because I had the same feelings as you
had.  There's nothing wrong with you.  You want to be loved - to MAKE love
- it's natural for you to have those feelings sweetheart.

   "But I'm supposed to feel those things for my HUSBAND, not some savage
Indian." moaned her daughter.

   "Well ...  yes, I suppose so" said her mother.  But these are not normal
circumstances.  I mean, I would not have come here to let Badger Claw do
those things ...  I mean it sort of happened ...  I mean ..  Oh I don't
know what I mean.  I just know that I love what he makes me feel and I feel
more like a woman than I have in years." Her mother finished defiantly.

   Molly pulled back.  "Mamma?  Are you going to let him do that again?"

   Julia flushed and looked down.  "I won't lie to you honey.  Yes, I will
..  and maybe even more."

   "More ...  MORE?!" yipped Molly.  "MAMMA!  I'm SHOCKED!!" gasped Molly.

   Julia held up her hands.  "Look, Molly, I'm 32 years old.  No man is
going to come along and beg me to marry him.  Men who are looking for wives
are looking at girls Cindy's age ...  or your age, not mine.  With your
father gone, I won't ever feel the love of a man again.  And these ARE
unusual circumstances.  If anyone found out what happened, they'd blame it
all on the savage Indian." She looked guiltily at Badger Claw, who was
listening interestedly.

   "If we go home ...  and Badger Claw comes to see us ...  would you let
him do ...  things ...  to you again?" Molly was less tense, beginning to
understand how few options her mother had as a woman on the frontier.

   Julia looked at Badger Claw.  Then she looked surprised.  "Why yes ... I
suppose I would!"

   "And what if I don't find ..  a husband?" asked Molly, darting a look at
Badger Claw.

   Her mother looked at her speculatively.  "You mean you want to ...  do
things ...  before you find a husband?  Is THAT what you mean Molly Jean
Posten?  And suppose you do those ...  THINGS and then you finally meet a
man and he won't have anything to do with you because you'll be SOILED,
Molly Jean Posten!"

   "MAMMA!  STOP IT!" yelled Molly.  "You KNOW how likely I am to meet a
man ...  a WHITE man out here.  We don't even see soldiers Mamma!  Is that
what you want?  You want me to go to the fort?  I'm sure I could find a
dozen men there Mamma.  And they'd ALL love to do things to me!" She began
crying.  "I just want to be happy Mamma.  I though we were going to die,
and now I don't think so any more, but I want to be happy before I die
Mamma.  I just don't know how Mamma ...  I just don't know what to do!" She
bawled onto her mother's shoulder.

   Julia felt horrible.  Who was SHE to call the kettle black?  She had let
this handsome white Indian love her and she knew she would let him do it
again.  And she knew her daughter was right about finding a man.  The fort
was no place to send a decent woman.  They'd treat her like a whore.  She'd
BECOME a whore.  Wasn't it only fair for Molly to feel some of the same
joy? That would mean sharing Badger Claw.  And she didn't own him.  No one
owned him.

   In fact ...  technically ...  at least by his people's standards ...  he
owned THEM!

   "Stop crying Molly!" she ordered.  Her voice was so strident that Molly
DID in fact, stop.  She began sniffling.  "What?  Mamma?"

   Julia looked her right in the face.  "Are you sure about this?  Are you
sure you want to ...  do things?  Badger Claw is the only man I trust
around here.  If he touches you, what will you do?"

   Molly was stealing sidelong glances at the big Indian.  Julia saw her
daughter's nipples perk back up, and the girl shivered.  Julia suddenly
smelled her daughter ...  and she smelled of ...  sex!  She was amazed that
she could tell that Molly was wet between her legs.

   "I don't know what I'd do Mamma.  That's the problem.  I want to know,
but I'm scared.  It looked like you were in PAIN, Mamma!"

   Badger Claw suddenly spoke.  "I do not hurt women, white or of the
people.  I have honor.  I do not take from women.  That is cowardly."

   Julia held up her hand and he stopped.  They were both surprised.  "He
didn't hurt me Molly ...  ever.  I felt only wonderful things.  But you
need to be sure about this, because I think I know a way ..."

   Molly's eyes lit up "I'm sure Mamma!  I'm still nervous, but I'm sure."

   Julia turned to Badger Claw.  He was still naked.  His cock was
impressive even though it had wilted after his ejaculation.  "Badger Claw?
I believe you told me you own us?  Isn't that true?  And that we MUST do
whatever you order us to do?  Isn't that your people's way?"

   Badger Claw's right eyebrow raised.  He looked speculatively at the
girl. He would love to make her wiggle and scream with happiness.  And he
thought she wanted to scream with happiness.  She was just shy, as any
proper girl was when seeking her first man.

   "Yes!" he said gruffly.  "This is QUITE true.  Molly, you must come with
me ...  now!" It sounded like an order, from a very rough man, but he held
out his hand, waiting for her to take it.

   Julia leaned close to her daughter.  "I know our ways are not like those
of this rough, savage, tall, strong, handsome Indian.  But his customs
apply right now dear.  No one can blame you for preserving your life by
bowing to the commands of your captor." She kissed her daughter on the
cheek.  "There may be small pains, but I promise you, any pain you feel
will be washed away quickly and completely."

   She turned around and went up to Badger Claw.  He was six inches taller
than she, and she had to crane her neck to look up at him.  "I love my
daughter.  If any harm were to come to her I would feel compelled to seek
revenge." Then she pulled his face down and kissed him.  "Be gentle with
her" she whispered.

   Molly looked at her mother, then at Badger Claw.  All she had to do was
take his hand and he would ...  In her mind's eye she saw her mother again,
mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut, emitting a moan of what was
obviously happiness.  She tried to imagine that look on her own face.  She
wanted to ...  but couldn't.  She would have to experience it for herself.
Shyly, she reached for his hand.

   Julia watched her daughter being led off by the man who would make a
woman of her.  They were already both naked.  The man's hand was in the
small of Molly's back, but just before they disappeared in the underbrush,
that hand slid to cup her buttocks.  Julia was surprised to feel the pangs
of jealousy.  Stiffly she turned to go find her youngest children.  At
least she had a few years before THEY would be leaving her to find mates.

   Chapter Three

   Julia found the twins playing a game with sticks and small stones.  It
wasn't any game she'd ever seen, but it didn't matter to them.  They sat
'Indian' style and they were both still naked from their bath.  Cindy's
menses had passed and now she didn't wear her panties.  The way she was
sitting left her completely open to her brother's gaze.  The only way
anyone could tell he was actually looking though, was his fourteen-year-old
penis, which was as hard as a rock and sticking up out of his thin bush of
brown hair.  He had never been circumcised, but he was so hard that the
head of his penis had almost pushed out of the hood.  Both children were
ignoring it as they played the game.  Julia sighed.  Perhaps she didn't
have much longer with them either.  She was surprised that she didn't feel
anger that he had desire for his own sister.  It was more resignation that
he was male, and sometimes that was all that mattered.

   "Bobby?" she said, sitting down on the ground beside him.

   "Yes Mamma?" he said in a voice that clearly said he was paying more
attention to the game than he was to her.

   "Why is your penis erect, young man?" she said.

   THAT got his attention.  He looked at her and then at his twin sister.
"Ah ...  well, I think it's because Cindy is ..  well, pretty."

   "Cindy is pretty." she repeated.

   "And you Mamma.  You're real pretty too." he added quickly, glancing at
her breasts.

   "You think your mother is pretty," she said, not knowing what else to
say.

   He smiled that special smile of his that tended to melt her heart.

   "Sure, Mamma.  Badger Claw thinks you're pretty too.  I can tell."

   She looked at his sister.  "Cindy?"

   Cindy had followed the whole conversation.  "I don't mind" she said
simply.  Julia noticed then that Cindy's nipples were also erect!  Her
whole family was ...  was ...  was coming into HEAT!

   Julia was in a daze.  "How is this HAPPENING!?" she said, more to
herself than her children.

   But Cindy answered.  "Mamma, when Badger Claw gets ...what did you call
it ...  erect? ...  it doesn't mean anything in particular.  I mean he
doesn't DO anything with it.  It just means he thinks you're pretty, or
maybe Molly.  It doesn't get that way when he looks at me.  At least I
don't think so."

   Julia looked at her daughter and actually examined her, looking at her
perhaps for the first time as a young woman.  Cindy's breasts were firm
cones, but she'd lost all her baby fat, and her hips WERE wider.  She'd
been bleeding for years now.  Julia realized that she'd just WANTED to
think of her little girl as ...  her little girl.

   "So you like it when your brother thinks you're pretty?" she said.

   Cindy nodded.  "It makes me feel all warm and funny here" she pointed to
her abdomen."

   There was a shriek from off in the direction Badger Claw and Molly had
gone.  Both youngsters started to get up.

   Julia stopped them.  "It's all right," she said.

   "That was Molly!" said Bobby.  "She sounds hurt!"

   "She's not hurt" said Julia.  "She's with Badger Claw.  He won't let her
get hurt."

   "It didn't sound like she was hurt to me" said Cindy.  "She sounded like
you did the other day, when Badger Claw took the knife away from Bobby."
Her brother shot her a dark look.  Cindy's eyes got wide "Is he ...  is he
putting medicine in HER?"

   "What they are doing is not your concern!" said their mother.  She had a
sudden memory of that morning.  "Are you two sleeping naked?" she asked,
remembering seeing them putting on clothing when she woke up.

   "Yes" answered Cindy simply.  "You do.  So does Badger Claw.  And it's
warmer" she finished.

   There came a wail, clearly Molly's voice, rising higher and higher.  It
ended sounding like a coyote.  Both teens looked at their mother.  Cindy's
nipples were even more pronounced now, and her chest was flushed above her
breasts.

   "Sounds like she's having fun, whatever they're doing," she said under
her breath.

   Julia didn't know what to do.  "Have you two ..  touched each other?"
she asked, for lack of anything else to say.

   Bobby looked confused.  "Mother, we touch each other all the time!"

   Cindy knew what her mother was talking about though.  "Not like that
Mamma," she said.  "Not really."

   "Not really?" said Julia.  Bobby was also interested in what his sister
was saying.

   "At night ..." Cindy said, "when we cuddle to get warm ...  sometimes
... well you can't help but touch sometimes." She was looking at her
brother's penis, which had softened a little, but was still hard enough to
perform its intended job.

   Julia felt like she was in some strange dream world.  But there was
nothing she could do about it.  "And when it touches you ...  you like it?"
she said, knowing the answer.

   "Uh huh" said Cindy.  "I like it a lot Mamma.  Are we being bad Mamma?"

   Julia knew that, after what they'd gone through it was amazing that they
hadn't gone crazy.  This small ...  well not so small ...  thing was
something they could share at a time when they had nothing else to share.
She shook her head.

   "I don't think so baby." Her face looked sad.  "But if we ever go back
home, I don't think it would be a good idea to keep doing it.  People
wouldn't understand."

   Cindy didn't look relieved.  "What people Mamma?  What people?"

   Julia had no answer for her.  "Lets collect some firewood and take it up
to the teepee," she said.

   They had collected enough for several days by the time Molly and Badger
Claw appeared.  Molly was wearing her buckskin dress, and Badger Claw had
on his leggings and loin cloth.  Molly was limping ...  no ...  it was more
like she was walking gingerly, like she was sore.  Julia felt a rush of wet
in her pussy.  Molly was radiant, and when she saw her mother she ran to
her, sort of, and threw her arms around her.

   "Thank you Mamma" she whispered in her mother's neck.  She pulled back
and peered into her mother's face.  "Now I know why you were always singing
and happy." Her eyebrows twisted into a light frown.  "But how in the world
did you ever get anything done Mamma?  If I was married and my husband did
that to me I don't think I'd want to do anything else but that all day
long!"

   Julia's pussy pulsed again.  Her daughter smelled of sex, both male and
female sex.

   "Did you wash in the stream after ...?" she asked.

   Molly looked surprised and said "No.  Should I?"

   Julia stifled and exasperated retort.  "If you don't want to get with
child it would be a good idea to wash him out of you girl!"

   Molly's eyes got big as saucers.  "Oh my!" she said.  "I never thought
of that!"

   She stepped back but Julia stopped her.  "It's probably too late to do
it now.  It won't do any good to worry about it.  It took your daddy and me
a whole year to make you.  Now.  You've had your fun.  You have cooking
duty tonight.  Let's see if we can find something to go with that venison."

   That night was the tiniest bit tense when it was time to sleep.  Molly,
for the first time, decided to sleep naked.  When she removed her dress
everyone could see scratches on her back that had been caused when her
lover's thrusts had been so forceful that they moved her along on top of
the ground.

   "What in the world did you get into?  Brambles?" asked Bobby.

   "Quit looking at me you little sneak!" snapped Molly.

   "I'm not sneaking!" he said indignantly.  "You're standing there in
plain sight!"

   "Well a gentleman doesn't look at a lady when she's naked." said his
sister.

   "Badger Claw sure looks at you" he snorted.  Just then Cindy reached up
from under their fur blanket and pulled him under it with her.

   He wasn't there to hear Molly say "He's allowed."

   Molly turned to see her mother standing naked in the fire light, facing
Badger Claw, who was also naked.  Instinctively she knew that her mother
had given her a great gift by 'lending' her the handsome man.  She also
knew that she could share, and should pretend to be asleep very soon.  She
lay down and faced away from them.

   Julia stood facing Badger Claw in the fire light.  As he looked at her
his penis began to rise and soon stood straight out from his body.

   "Have you no shame?" she asked in a whisper.  "You just had sex a few
hours ago."

   He whispered back "Why should I be ashamed for wanting you?  And yes, it
was very good sex.  Your daughter is very good at enjoying lovemaking.  She
is much like you I think."

   "And now I suppose you want to make love with me," she said, still
whispering.

   "I like your words - make love - better.  Yes ...  very much," he said
honestly.  He pulled her to the bed and they both slid under the fur. 
Julia's buttocks touched Molly's briefly.

   She leaned over and spoke in his ear quietly.  "But Molly is right next
to us."

   "I learned something about your daughter today" he said, nuzzling her
neck.  He kissed downward, toward her breasts.  "I learned she has very
sensitive milk teats.  I think you probably do too.  I think you are healed
now.  I must find out." He captured one of her nipples in his mouth.  It
was already stiff - had been stiff from the second she saw his hard penis
pointing at her.

   He was right.  The bruising had gone with continued application of his
medicine and her nipples didn't hurt any more.

   Or they hadn't until now.

   She felt a rush of sweet agony as that nipple felt something it hadn't
felt since the twins quit breast feeding.  Her husband had said he was no
calf, to suck at a teat like an animal.  She didn't know how much she'd
missed a mouth suckling her until now.

   She was ready for this.  What Yellow Water had done was gone, banned
from her memory by the trauma of it.

   Now she almost had an orgasm as her 'owner' sucked gently and twirled
his tongue around the stiff peak.  "This pleases you?" he asked and she
shoved his head to the other breast.  That brought him half over her and
his penis now lay trapped between his body and hers.  The tip was in her
pubic hair.

   Quite suddenly she had no shame herself.  She just wanted this man to
love her.  She pulled on him and he mounted her fluidly, guiding himself to
her sex before she could do anything.  He probed gently until he found she
was wet and slick.  Then, in one long glorious motion, he slid his hardness
into her softness.  She couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction.

   "Mamma?" came Cindy's voice.  "Are you all right?"

   "Yes ...  dear ...  go ...  to sleep" she panted, trying to make her
voice sound normal and failing completely.  He pulled back and then went
deep into her forcefully and she groaned again.

   She heard movement and suddenly Molly's voice: "Mamma is fine.  Lie back
down Cindy.  BOBBY!  NO!  DON'T BOTHER THEM NOW!!

   There was a scuffle and the fur on top of them was dragged off.  In the
firelight she saw three pairs of eyes glittering at them.  In her mind's
eye she saw her white legs, wrapped around Badger Claw's waist, her hands
made into claws, digging into his buttocks.  Her hair was unbound and
flying loose.

   "What's he doing?" came Bobby's voice, sounding troubled.

   "What do you mean?  Are you an idiot?" came Cindy's voice.

   Molly said "I told you to leave them ALONE!  Now Get back to bed this
instant!"

   But they didn't.

   They couldn't, really.  The sounds their mother was making were
obviously pure joy and in the fire light, as Badger Claw smoothly slid his
hard penis in and out of her, they could see his strong rod, glistening in
the light with her juices on it.

   Molly was instantly transported back to that afternoon, when he had done
the same thing to her.  Had it looked like THIS!  She felt hot, and she
itched between her legs.  She wanted him to do everything to her again ...
and soon.

   Cindy, for all the scorn directed her brother for not knowing
immediately what was going on, reached her hand out to take his.  She had
examined his penis with great interest in the last few days, comparing it
to Badger Claw's.  She liked her brother's penis.  It looked smooth and
hard, but somehow also soft.  If she had to have one in her, she thought
she'd rather have Bobby's.  Badger Claw's was awfully big.

   She watched it slick in and out of her mother and watched her mother's
hips arch up off the ground, going up to meet that long thick thing that
was coming down into her.  She glanced down at her brother's groin.  His
penis was sticking straight out too.  When she saw it she felt a rush of
heat between her legs and for an embarrassed second thought she had peed.
She put her fingers against her pussy and felt hot slick moisture.  It
wasn't pee.  Maybe it was what was coating Badger Claw's penis, making it
look wet.

   Just then their mother began moaning and wailing softly, saying "I love
you" over and over again.  Badger Claw lowered his mouth to their mother's
breasts and he sucked at the tips, like a baby.  Julia gasped and then her
whole body tensed.  She arched up off the ground so hard that she lifted
the Indian with her.  She gave out an agonized long groan and then, as if
she had been hit in the head with a rock, she fell limp.  Her legs released
and fell to the ground, lying spread.  Her arms fell out to her sides.  The
only muscles that seemed to work were the ones in her lips.  She smiled.

   Cindy turned to her brother.  "Come on Bobby, let's go back to bed."

   He glanced at her.  His mouth was open.  "No!  I think he's hurting
her!"

   "Don't be an idiot" she said.  Then she reached down and grasped his
penis in her right hand.  She pulled him toward their furs.  "Come on!" she
said.

   Molly missed the interchange between her brother and sister.  She was
staring at her mother and the man who had smoothly pushed that very same
penis through her maidenhead like it was wet paper.  Even though she had
only had this man once, she remembered every instant of that union; the
smells; the sounds; the feelings; all of it.  And the noises that Badger
Claw was making right now she remembered him making just before she felt
flooded with wet heat as his savage Indian seed had flushed into her
depths.

   She turned away.  She couldn't watch him put his seed into her mother.
She realized she was jealous.  She knew she would get over it, but for now
she lay down again, facing away from them.  She closed her eyes and
remembered her mother scolding her for not washing that seed out of her. 
She smiled as she realized she was going to get to scold her mother in the
morning for exactly the same thing.

   She heard him grunt rhythmically.  He was squirting in her mother.

   On the other side of the fire the furs were moving as the two fourteen
year old twins under those firs squirmed.  Bobby had already been shocked
at seeing Badger Claw hunched over his mother, having sex with her.  Then
his sister had grabbed his penis!  She had pulled on it too - hard - and
he'd had to jump and hop to keep up with her as she pulled him back to
their bed.  Then, no sooner had she pulled him down and covered them up
when her face was in his, close.  She whispered "Kiss me, Bobby."

   They had played this game before, and he liked to kiss her, so he did.
Her hand had stolen back to his penis and she grasped it again, squeezing
it gently.  He pushed with his hips and it slid through her hand a little
bit.  Both of them realized instantly that this mimicked the motions they
had been watching only moments earlier and she began sliding her hand up
and down his hard length.  She smiled to herself at the feel, which WAS
both hard and soft at once.  Their kiss became more and more passionate. 
Cindy felt the need to push her pubic hair against something, and his leg
was handy.  She lay a leg over his and snuggled her pussy up to his thigh,
moaning softly as she felt a distinct pleasurable thrill at the contact and
pressure.

   Bobby rolled on his side to face his sister, dislodging her sticky pussy
from his leg.  He'd seen Badger Claw suck his mother's breasts, and it had
made his stomach feel funny.  He wanted to try that.  He ducked his head
and found one of Cindy's nipples.  He realized it was long and pointed, not
round and flat like they usually were.  It made it extremely easy to suck.
When he pulled on it with his lips she shivered and pressed her lower body
against his.  She let go of his penis to put her hand behind his head,
holding him to her breast.  His penis slid between her legs and was
suddenly surrounded by her heat.  That felt good and he pushed, sliding his
penis along the furrow of her pussy.

   They were both good and hot now, aching for something they didn't now
how to do and had only seen once.  But Cindy wasn't done yet.  If Bobby
didn't scratch the itch between her legs she decided to go ask Badger Claw
to do it because if it didn't get properly scratched she was going to just
explode.  She put her lips next to Bobby's ear.  "Do it to me Bobby ... 
what they were doing.  Please Bobby?"

   Bobby knew exactly what she was talking about.  It never occurred to him
to say 'no' to his twin sister.  He rolled on top of her and between her
legs as she spread them to make him a saddle.  Her hand found his stiff
prick again and she put it where the itch was.

   It never occurred to Cindy that it would hurt.

   Bobby didn't know to go slow.

   They were both so excited that, when Bobby felt wet heat surround the
head of his cock, he just rammed it into her.  She was plenty well
lubricated, which is why she was able to choke off a yelp at the sharp
sting she felt.  Had he been aware of her distress he would have stopped.
But his instinct was to pull it out and push it back in, and he did that
with vigor.  In fact, he did that frantically which, in the process, made
the top of his cock saw back and forth along her adolescent clitty.  Her
clitty had peeked out of its hood early on in this game, and his abuse of
it caused her to feel something beyond the pain of his rough entry.  It was
an indescribable, wonderful feeling that was even stronger than the pain.
It was crazy!  She felt pain, but wanted it to continue.  That stimulation,
combined with being completely overwhelmed physically by her brother,
caused Cindy to have her very first orgasm.

   She would, in later years, become a very vocal lover, but this first
time she didn't know what to expect and she thought she might be dying. 
She didn't see how anyone could actually live through the amount of
pleasure that was coursing through her body and she just tried to hold her
breath until it was over ...  or she was dead.

   Her brother wasn't far behind her.  He didn't know what was happening
either, except that his penis began to hurt until it hurt so badly that he
couldn't stand it.  Then, like magic, something flowed through it that felt
so soothing and so wonderful he never wanted it to stop.  There were
muscles that he never knew he had, but he could feel now, and they helped
him force this soothing balm through his penis.  He hoped it was just as
soothing to Cindy as it was to him, because he liked doing this and he
wanted her to let him do it again.

   When she felt his penis swell and spit Cindy knew what it was.  She knew
her twin brother was planting his seed in her.  It didn't disgust her at
all.  To the contrary it made all the pain worth it.  They had always been
inseperable, but now some of him was inside her, and it would stay there
while she slept next to him.  She liked this feeling.  She hoped the next
time they did this there would be less pain.

   ==========================================

   The next morning Molly was the first one up, dressed in her buckskin
dress, making noise, starting the fire, moving things around.  She was
uncharacteristically perky.  When Beaver Claw stood up, morning hardon
obvious, she went with him when he went to relieve himself.  They were gone
for a lot longer than it took to pee.

   Bobby put his hand on his sister's back, pulling her to him in a light
hug.  She woke up and said "I'm sore."

   "I'm sorry" he said.  He didn't sound very sorry.  "Did you sleep on a
rock?"

   "NO!" she hissed.  "I slept with YOU and that's twice as bad as sleeping
on a rock."

   They grumbled at each other all day, but, after bath time, when they sat
down to play their new game, Bobby couldn't concentrate with Cindy sitting
there across from him, naked, pussy wide open.  He lost repeatedly and his
young prick surged to full bone.

   "Are you still sore?" he asked.

   "No," she said, beating him again.  "Why?  I suppose you want to stick
that thing in me again."

   "Hey!" he growled.  "It was YOUR idea in the first place." he
complained.

   She sighed.  "I know.  I just didn't think it would hurt." She pressed
her pussy with her fingers.  "Hmmm ...  doesn't hurt now," she said.  She
looked up at him, licking her lips, remembering the good parts of last
night.  She slid one finger up into her.  That didn't hurt either.  She
looked at his penis.  "I suppose we could try it just one more time."

   They did.  Cindy was happy to discover that, while he still stretched
her, there was nothing like the discomfort of the previous night.  Soon she
felt that wonderful exploding feeling again.  Bobby just jammed it in her
until he felt that soothing salve begin to flow again.  Wow, that felt
good!

   Julia had been thinking all day as she gathered tubers, and berries and
pounded the meat he'd killed to make it more tender.  This wasn't a
completely terrible life.  She thought back to the cabin she still, in
theory, owned.  That was a more comfortable life, but she'd never been
happier, really, than she was right now.  It was confusing.

   She heard noises in the brush and became instantly alert.  It was Badger
Claw.  She couldn't have told someone why, but she just knew.  He came
through the trees with three rabbits hanging from his hand.  With what
she'd gathered today that would make a good stew.

   "Badger Claw?" she began.  He looked up from where he was skinning the
rabbits.  "What do you remember of your parents?  Your real parents."

   He looked at her.  "You mean my white parents," he said.

   "Yes."

   "I don't remember anything except my mother's face," he said.

   "And your life as a little boy?  Before you were captured?"

   "Nothing." he said shortly.  "My life has always been with the people."
Suddenly he stood, alert, eyes casting into the woods.  "Something comes"
he said.  He bent over and scooped up his rifle.  He cocked it.  "An
animal. Where are the children?" he said.

   Julia had unconsciously picked up a skinning knife.  "I don't know" she
said worriedly.

   It all happened so quickly that Julia only remembered one thing, and
that was her frantic shout of "NO!" A mass of brown burst from the cover of
the forest, streaking toward them.  Badger Claw's rifle came up and that
was when Julia screamed.  To his credit, Badger Claw listened to her. 
Perhaps it was something in her voice that helped him know she recognized
this beast.  Perhaps it was the look of the beast itself.  It was a canine,
large, brown and shaggy.

   But it was no feral dog or coyote.  It was her dog Champ.

   She cried as she knelt to receive his frenzied greeting, tongue lolling
out of his tooth filled mouth.  His tale wagged so hard his entire rear end
waved back and forth.  She cooed to him and pet him, telling him what a
good boy he was for finding her.

   Badger Claw stood looking on amused.  "You treat this animal like one of
your children," he said, putting the rifle down.  He picked up the rabbit
he had been working on and moved it.  Champ had just noticed it and was
sniffing in that direction.

   Julia was examining her pet.  There was a place on his side where the
fur was matted and snarled around a stripe of bare skin.  It was where he'd
been creased by an Indian bullet.  Otherwise he seemed to be in pretty good
shape, considering he'd been living wild for over a month, and had tracked
them over who knew how many miles.  He needed a bath and to have the snarls
in his coat taken care of.  There were burrs in it too.  She stood up.  "He
IS like one of my children." Then she called the dog to follow as she went
toward their bathing area.

   Badger Claw skinned all three rabbits and went to see what Julia was
doing with this dog he had almost killed.  He found her singing to it as it
stood docile in the water while she pulled at its coat and splashed water
on him over and over again.  He watched as the twins wandered by, saw the
dog and squealed happily as they were reunited.  Then Molly showed up and
she too was ecstatic upon seeing the animal.  Badger Claw thought about how
his people just used dogs for cleaning up offal, and then chased them away.
Maybe they were missing something.

   That night Julia was quiet as she ate the very delicious stew she had
made them.  Finally Badger Claw asked her what was wrong.

   "Why does anything have to be wrong?" she said, staring in her bowl.

   "Tell me" he said.

   She marveled again at how perceptive he was.

   "I want to go home" she said.

   She looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes.  She wasn't sure how he
would react to this.

   "You wish to escape from me," he said.  He was relaxed, and didn't look
angry.

   "No!" she said, surprising herself.  "I mean ...  I don't want to go
home to get away from you, Badger Claw.  I LIKE you.  I like the way you
make me feel." She was surprised she didn't blush.  "But I miss my home ...
my children's home."

   "And you know where this 'home' you speak of is?" he said.

   "I think I could find it" she said.  "With what I have learned from you.
And having Champ here.  Yes, I think I could find it."

   "So you will leave here tomorrow?" He said it like he was talking about
the weather.

   She looked at him, trying to see if he was teasing her.  "You would let
us go away from here?  Leave you?" she said.

   "No" he said.

   Her heart sank.

   "I would have to go with you." he went on.

   Julia lifted her head, eyes shining.  "You would do that?" she asked.

   "Yes" he nodded his head sagely.  "You would not live long.  Not long
enough to find this home you speak of.  I would have to go with you so you
could stay alive long enough to find it." He wasn't smiling.

   "That's not what I meant and you know it!" she said hotly.  "We are your
captives.  As far as your people are concerned you own us.  What would they
think of you if we escaped?"

   "They would know that I got tired of keeping so many hot blooded women
happy," he said.  This time he did smile, but she did not.  He saw she was
serious and went on.  "Julia, I took you from Yellow Water not because I
wanted to own you, but because I wanted Yellow Water to NOT own you.  If I
wish to set you free that is my business.  And see you safely there, of
course.  When I won you I promised my people to return you to the soldiers,
so they would not come and kill us."

   Julia felt relief wash over her.  "I think it would not be a good idea
for you to take us to the soldiers," she said.  "I do not think they would
understand what you were trying to do.  Just help us get home."

   That night Badger Claw slept with Molly.  Their lovemaking was violent
and loud.  It was so violent and loud that it masked the sounds of the much
more quiet activity going on under Bobby and Cindy's furs.  Both women's
pussies ended up packed with hot virile sperm, though.  Julia heard none of
it, thinking about what she was going to tell the children tomorrow.

   "Children," Julia said, during their light breakfast.  "What would you
say if I told you we might be able to go home?" Three sets of eyes looked
at her.

   The discussion didn't go quite like she thought it would.  It was
obvious that Molly didn't want to do anything that might separate her from
Badger Claw.  Bobby and Cindy seemed more concerned about what the
expectations on them would be when they got back.  They had a fairly
care-free life right now, at least since they no longer expected to be
killed any second.  In the end Julia almost had to exert her maternal rule.
When all three children asked if Badger Claw was going with them and he
nodded silently that he was, they agreed to do it.  Julia was very pleased
that no one asked Badger Claw if he was going to STAY once they got home.

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   To give credit to Badger Claw, it WAS much more difficult than Julia had
thought it would be.  When they had been captured, each captive had been
slung over a pony and then they had ridden that way for the rest of that
day and all the next one.  What it had taken them 16 hours or so to cover
by horse took them four days on foot.  Badger Claw had his pony, of course,
and they took turns riding that.  He made them trot for as long as they all
could.  When one flagged, that one went on the pony and they kept going. 
When more than one couldn't run any further, they walked.  There was no sex
at night.  The women were too tired.  Champ was their night guard.  He had
no trouble whatsoever keeping up with them and sometimes flushed game that
Badger Claw brought down.

   On the third night, Badger Claw teased them around the fire as they
bedded down.  He had left most of his possessions behind, and they slept in
the open.  The big Indian was the only one of them who wasn't dog tired. 
"Why do you wish to do this thing?" he asked.  "If we were back with my
people Bobby and I would be snug under a fir with a beautiful woman by now,
making fine strong sons.  But now you wish to run all day in the hot sun,
instead of making the men happy."

   He ducked as a clod of dirt came his way, thrown wide, maybe by accident
...  maybe not.  He couldn't tell for sure which woman had thrown it.

   "I stink" came the muffled voice of Molly, under her fir.

   "You can take a bath when we get home" said Julia, who was, in fact, the
one who had thrown the clod.  "Just as soon as I'm done taking mine."

   The next day Bobby saw a rock formation he recognized.  He'd seen it
while hunting with his father.  Late that evening he led them to a stream
they all recognized.  They followed it, knowing that it would bend to the
south, around a stand of trees, and then on to pass the house.

   Badger Claw wanted to scout ahead.  Just then Champ's ears came up and
his head swiveled toward the woods.  He sniffed, and the was off like a
shot.  He set up a barking in the woods and, to their astonished eyes,
there came trotting out of those woods their milk cow, Petunia.  She was
glad to see them, even though she had dried up in their absence.  That
could be remedied if they could find the bull.  But she was like a
welcoming committee of sorts and they went on at speed.

   It was almost as if they had never left.  The house stood open, but the
porch had protected the interior from the elements.  Badger Claw growled at
the evidence that his slain brothers had been left for the carrion eaters
by Yellow Water, instead of being honored with the burial rites.  There was
very little left of them now, but he gathered the bones and scraps of
leather for proper disposal.

   The cistern was still full.  Wood was still stacked where Bobby had put
it, ready for the stove.  The bull was calmly standing by the small barn,
making a meal of the last of the big pile of hay that had been put there by
the hard work of the whole family.  Cindy went to the pit dug into the hill
and uncovered it.  Their stock of potatoes, carrots and dried apples were
still there.  Expended shell casings gave evidence of the battle that had
blazed from inside the house.  It was obvious that the soldiers had not
been there ...  did not, in fact, even know they had been missing.

   Molly started heating water for a bath.  Her mother helped her.

   Cindy, Bobby and Badger Claw went to the stream, where the two
youngsters had swum and played.  They bathed there together and Badger Claw
watched interestedly as Bobby showed interest in his sister and she began
to preen.  Soon they were touching each other, and, after looking at him
repeatedly, they finally coupled in the water.

   Bobby gasped as he pounded into his sister.  "Oh my I've missed this,"
he groaned, his prick slicking in and out of her.

   "Ohh me too." said Cindy, feeling her orgasm approaching like a freight
train.  "I don't know what we're going to do now that we're home."

   Badger Claw watched long enough for his own penis to lengthen and then
went back to the house.  Molly was drying herself after climbing out of the
wooden half barrel she had bathed in.  Julia was standing in the barrel
now, with a rag, washing her naked body.

   Molly saw Badger Claw, naked and primed and said "Oh goody." By the time
Julia was done with her bath Molly had had two strong orgasms.  She watched
them as she dried herself, and her eyes gleamed as Badger Claw got up off
of her daughter, his heavy thick prick still hard as ever.

   "I would like to try this bed I hear you talking of," he said to her.

   She had wondered what it would feel like if she ever got him into her
marriage bed.  She had thought she might feel guilty.  But she didn't.  She
just felt how comfortable it was to have his weight on her, with the soft
mattress under her, and his hard organ inside her.

   "I saved this for you" he growled softly as she felt him stiffen and
begin to fill her with his hot semen.

   She cried herself to sleep, thinking that was the last time she would
ever feel a stiff prick going off inside her.  She wouldn't let him get up,
and clung to him all night long.

   They began settling back into their routine the next day.  There was
much to do, and Badger Claw didn't leave, but helped with the heavy chores.
He and Champ found another cow and, drove it back to the farm.  The third
one had disappeared for good.  Badger Claw went hunting and brought them
meat while they got the farm going again.  The crops that had been planted
were doing all right, other than the weeds that hadn't been pulled while
they were gone.  Hay would be a lot of work, but not impossible.

   Days passed.  Badger Claw always said he was leaving, but there was
always something he stayed to help them do.  He continued to share himself
between Julia and Molly, alternating nights.

   It wasn't until they had been home almost two months that Julia realized
none of the women had had a menstrual period since they had been captured.
She looked at Molly, who was strong and beautiful and ...  happy.  She
looked at Cindy, who suddenly seemed to have developed nice round breasts
and looked taller somehow.

   Somehow, Badger Claw never seemed to find the time to ride off.

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   The Cavalry did finally pay them a visit some months later.  By then
Badger Claw's English was quite good, and he was introduced to them by
Julia as her husband, Tom.  Bobby was introduced as her son-in-law, married
to an obviously pregnant Cindy.  Molly, also quite pregnant, complained
bitterly of a drifter who had wandered in, swept her off her feet, and
taken off when she found out she was pregnant.  She gave the grizzled
Sergeant a detailed description of a boy she'd known back east and hoped
quite loudly that he'd find the wretch and drag him back to take care of
her and the baby.  The Lieutenant commanding the troop said he would do
everything in his power to catch the man, but that they had Indian problems
that would have to take priority.  It turned out there was a midwife at the
Fort now, and he would have her come down for a visit.

   The Lieutenant and Sergeant were about to mount back up when Julia
remembered her manners.  "Don't you want to water your horses and men?" she
asked.

   The Sergeant, looking pointedly at her hands, which were resting on her
own swollen belly, shook his head.  "No ma'am ...  thank you just the same,
but I don't believe I want the men drinking the water around here."

   They rode away never knowing that Ronald Throckmorton Junior had been
saved from the Indians who stole him, by a woman, two girls and a boy.
   The End 
