Young widowed school marm Livvy gets snowed into her one room school house
with a young man and set of siblings.  They're going to have to huddle to
keep warm - and the boys refuse to huddle with each other.  As everybody
knows, friction makes heat and things heat up nicely!  

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   The School Marm 

    By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)


   Livvy Tyler hummed to herself as she got the room ready for school.  It
wasn't much of a school house, to her mind, but it was all she had.  It was
about halfway between the "towns" of Red Rock and Lone Elm, as neither town
could afford its own school.  That put the school about seven miles from
each, which, in 1843 meant she had to get up in the dark, saddle her horse
and ride hard to get there before her students did.  All of them were from
farm or ranching families, and they were used to getting up at four in the
morning.

   She wasn't.

   But, she didn't have much choice.  She'd been lucky enough to land a
good husband after she finished college back east, and unlucky that he'd
died within a month and a half of the fever.  Now, a 22 year old widow, she
had to teach school to live.  It wasn't really all that bad a life, she
thought to herself.  She loved the lonely plains around her, and had a nice
house the mayor had said she could live in.  It was built of sod, but tight
and cozy.

   She wished the school house had been built of sod too, but the two towns
coughed up enough to build a frame building, twelve by twelve feet, with a
window in the west wall and a door in the north one.  Three homemade
tables, three chairs and two nail kegs comprised the furniture, if you
didn't count the old pot bellied stove.  She smiled at the horse blankets
on the walls.  That was the one bright spot.  She'd been introduced to the
local friendly Indians when she got there and had fallen in love with their
weaving.  She had collected, so far, eight blankets, four of which she'd
brought to school to brighten the place up.  It had taken the last of the
few pieces of jewelry she'd owned to get them, but, then, she didn't need
the jewelry anyway.  There wasn't much market for a widow in these parts,
except for the cowboys, and they didn't have anything to offer.

   Well, nothing she was interested in, anyway.  Of course they were all
interested in HER.  But all they wanted was to climb in the saddle and ride
a while.  They weren't interested in setting up house.  Not to say she
didn't miss her "saddle time".  Before Jim had gotten sick she'd had three
weeks of intense and extremely enjoyable sex with him.  Then he wasted away
and died and she was so devastated she had pushed all thoughts of pleasure
out of her mind.

   That was two years ago.  She still thought about sex once in a while,
but decided she didn't miss it all that much.

   Unfortunately, the times she had been thinking about it lately involved
one of her students.

   That would be Josh Wilson, she thought to herself.  At 18 he was long
past school age, but as one of nine children, and the eldest, his father
had dreams of him going to college back east and becoming a lawyer who
could then support the rest of the family.  Or at least supplement the
ranch, which wasn't doing all that bad.  Anyway, he was a good looking boy,
strong as a bull, with an even temperament who was unfailingly polite to
her and helpful with the other children.  He often helped her by explaining
things to them in terms they were familiar with.  He taught math by asking
combinations of numbers of cattle in a herd, the gestation period for a
heifer, the number of cows a bull could service in a day and things like
that.  The first time she'd heard him talking about such things she'd
started to upbraid him for being crude, but the child he was talking to
"got it" so quickly she held her tongue.  Now she knew the value of his
techniques.

   This year she had four more students.  There were Rusty Powers and his
sister Jean.  They were both approaching the normal marriage age in these
parts quickly, though neither had yet reached sixteen years.  There was
Timmy Spencer, who had only recently received his very first pistol and
could hardly lift it, and Donna Malone, who was the Banker's daughter and
held herself to be better than the others.  She was somewhere around eleven
or twelve.

   Livvy put two more logs in the stove.  It was bitterly cold, being
January on the plains.  About all they supplied to burn was Cottonwood
logs, which burned fast, with little heat, but it was better than nothing.
At least she had plenty stacked up on the north wall, just outside the
door. She'd been given a buffalo coat by the store owner after she audited
his books and found several discrepancies that made him some money, and now
she was glad.  Without that she'd have frozen in this country.  She
couldn't get away with wearing men's pants, which she'd learned to love
during her short marriage, wearing them in the house, where no one could
see her.  They were easy to take off for her husband, which had been one of
her favorite hobbies.  Wearing proper dresses was OK in the summer, but in
winter, when she had to ride in the cold and wind, it was a real problem.
She'd taken to wearing a pair of her husband's leather pants under her
skirts to ride to school, which she then took off and hid in the wood pile
so the children wouldn't know about them.  That left her naked under her
skirts during school, but who would ever know?

   The door to the school opened and Rusty Powers staggered in.  The wind
blew the door closed behind him.

   "Wow, Miss Livvy, that north wind's picking up something fierce." he
said as he shrugged off his quilted coat and huddled up to the stove.  The
door opened again and his sister jumped through.  Her face was red and she
had her hands stuck in each armpit, trying to warm them.  "Rusty, we just
GOT to talk Pa into letting us ride one of the horses to school.  It's too
blamed cold to walk." She too was wearing skirts and a thick quilted coat.
She huddled up to the stove, elbowing her brother out of the way.  A
pushing match started and Livvy cut it short with a simple "Stop that,
children." They did so immediately, and without comment, a testament to how
highly they held her in their opinion.

   There was a sound outside and the door opened again.  Josh came in with
a huge load of wood in his arms.  The wind blew the door closed as he
dumped the load on the floor next to the stove.

   "Starting to snow" he said.  Livvy had noticed the large fluffy flakes
through the open door.  "Looks like it might be a bad one." Josh went on.
He too was dressed in a coat made from buffalo hide, and it made him look
like a bear or something.  At least from the knees up.  "Must be near zero"
he said.  "Creek's plumb froze over."

   That made Livvy think of the canteen tucked away in her saddle bags. 
She'd better go get it before it froze.  She shrugged into her coat and
started for the door.  The wind hit her like a fist when she pushed the
door open.  Her horse was tied out back, where the wind wouldn't hit it
directly.  There was already snow collecting where it was blowing up
against the building.  She got her canteen out of the saddle bags, along
with the lunch she'd packed.  She was about to go back in when the wolf
howled.  It was close.  She looked at the horse.  She should take it
inside, since it would be helpless out here.  She'd just untied it when the
wolf howled again, closer now.  The horse gave a snort and jerked it's
head, jerking the reins out of her hand.  She lurched for them, but the
horse backed away, wild eyed.  The wolf called again and the horse bolted.

   She stomped into the school in a foul mood.  Josh was there and took the
things from her hand.  "I heard the horse bolt" he said.  "You want me to
go after it?"

   "No, Josh.  Thank you.  It'll come back.  This is the only place in ten
miles where there're people.  I've never heard a wolf that close, before."

   "It's the cold" he said.  "They get hungry in this kind of cold."

   She started in the lessons, even though the other children hadn't shown
up.  In this weather it wasn't surprising.  They were talking about history
today, and she spun them a story about the Kings of old, and the Middle
Ages, serfdom and what life had been like.  Rusty pointed out that some
things were still done that way even today and they had a pretty good
discussion about it.  By the time any of them thought to look outside it
was already too late.

   The storm had hit with a vengeance, and it was a blizzard of immense
proportions.  In just the two hours they had been engaged there was already
over a foot and a half on the ground.  It took both her and Josh to push
the door open due to the snow that had piled up against it.  They brought
more wood inside.

   "Maybe you all should go on home." Livvy said.

   Rusty laughed.  "My boots have holes in them.  I ain't walkin' eight
miles in snow that deep.  My pa'll bring a sleigh for us when he sees we
don't come home.  Jean just lifted her skirts high enough to show bare
calves and Livvy realized the snow would come way past her shoes.  For that
matter, Livvy wasn't going anywhere without her horse.  Her pants were
already buried in the snow at the end of the wood pile, and they'd be
frozen stiff anyway.  She looked at Josh.  He just shook his head.  "I
can't leave you all here in this weather alone.  We'll just wait for the
sleigh."

   But the snow didn't stop, and when the light began to fail and they went
out for wood, they almost couldn't get the door closed again because of the
snow clogging it.  They had to shovel snow inside the school with a flat
piece of firewood to get the door closed.

   "Looks like we're here for the night" said Josh, like it was no big
deal.

   It WAS a big deal for Livvy though.  Something had told her to save her
lunch, and Rusty had a whole bag of jerky, so they had something to eat. 
There was plenty of snow to melt for water.  But there wasn't enough wood
to last the night.  "We've got to get more wood." she said.

   She and Josh went out in it.  They passed logs through the open door to
Rusty and he passed them to his sister.  By the time they had what Livvy
thought was enough, she was frozen through and caked with snow.  Josh was
too.  The snow had gotten under their coats.  When they got back inside and
it inevitably thawed, they were both wet.  Livvy began to shiver almost
immediately.  Even standing next to the stove didn't warm her, because that
part of her that wasn't facing the stove was cold and wet.  Jean had been
around the frontier long enough to know what needed to be done.

   "Miss Livvy, you have to get out of those wet clothes.  You'll catch
your death of pneumonia if you don't get dry and warm."

   Livvy glared at her.  "And just how on earth am I supposed to do that? I
have no dry clothes to put on.  Just build up the fire.  I'll be all
right."

   Now Rusty chimed in.  "Miss Livvy, my sister's right.  You'll get
pneumonia for sure if you stay wet.  But we can't build up the fire.  For
one thing the stove won't hold a lot more, and for another we can't afford
to use up all the wood.  We don't know how long we're gonna be stuck here.
If we run out of wood we might ALL die."

   "So what am I supposed to do?  Take my clothes off in front of you
children?  And then what?  How will I ever get warm?" Her teeth were
starting to chatter now.

   "Miss Livvy" said Jean.  "I know you came from back east, but this is
the west.  Out here you do what you have to to survive, and if that means
getting naked then that's what you have to do.  I expect there isn't anyone
here who hasn't seen what someone of the opposite sex looks like without
clothes.  And then we'll bundle you up anyway, so no one will see you for
long."

   Livvy glanced at Josh, who had a decidedly blue tinge to his face.  He
too was grinding his teeth to keep them from clacking together.  Looking at
him convinced her they might be in real trouble.

   "Turn around" she ordered them firmly.

   While they faced away from her Livvy undid the buttons and hooks and
clasps of her dress.  `Oh my goodness, what if they see I'm not wearing any
underwear?` she thought to herself in panic.  "Don't any of you turn around
until I tell you to." she ordered again.  Rusty snickered, but she was too
cold to scold him.  At last she was naked.  She felt exposed, even though
no one was looking at her.  She darted to the wall and tore down an Indian
blanket.  It only covered her from her knees to just above her breasts, but
that was better than nothing.  She scurried back to the stove, trying to
get near it's warmth.

   Josh was in agony.  He hadn't been this cold since he fell through the
ice on the fishing pond when he was 14.  He hadn't wanted to say anything,
because he was a man and all.  But he knew he had to do something soon or
he might lose some fingers and toes, if not worse.  He was distracted by
movement on his left and, without thinking he glanced that way.  It was
Miss Livvy, getting a blanket off the wall.

   He forgot the cold for just a few seconds.  She was beautiful!  Her skin
was so pale it looked ghostly white.  Her breasts looked like those of a
twelve or thirteen year old girl, rounded, but not bulging.  The only color
on them were the pink of her nipples.  Between her pale legs was a thatch
of pure black hair that matched that on her head.  It wasn't thick and
bushy, but seemed to be made up of short straight hairs that lay down
against her skin as if they had been combed.  She was slim and boyish in
appearance, but at the same time all woman.  He felt his penis twitch and
forced his mind back to the cold.  He couldn't afford to lose any blood
from his extremities.

   Livvy was still cold, particularly on the bottom of her feet, but it
wasn't as bad as when she'd been wearing wet clothes.  Maybe they were
right.  She thought about Josh, and how he had looked.  "All right, now
Josh, you must do the same thing.  Off with those wet things and get
yourself a blanket.

   Josh didn't wait another minute.  He started stripping down.  First his
shirt came off, displaying his heavily muscled chest and shoulders.  Then
he dropped the homespun pants.  He wasn't wearing underwear.

   Livvy had completely forgotten to ensure his modesty as she had demanded
hers be honored.  As a result, no one in the room turned away from Josh as
he disrobed.  Rusty didn't think a thing as Josh's adult cock sprang into
view.

   Not so with Livvy and Jean.  Both stared openly at what made him male.
Jean had seen plenty of horse and bull cocks, which is immediately what she
thought of when his flopped free of his pants.  For Livvy it was something
more personal.  The only penis she had ever seen was her husband's.  She'd
assumed that they were all about the same size, since men were generally
about the same size as each other in other ways.  Her husband's cock had
fit comfortably in her hand, with a little sticking out when she grasped
it. It had reached inside her and felt wonderful when he made love to her
with it.  It had brought her much pleasure, and she had adored it.

   Now, seeing Josh's, she wondered if she had married a boy after all. 
She felt sudden heat in her loins as she stared at a penis that, if she had
BOTH her hands around would still stick out at least three inches.  And
that was if she could actually GET her hands around it.  It was the size of
some saplings she had seen!  Why, that thing could KILL a girl if he wasn't
careful with it.  She felt her jaw shaking and realized her mouth was
hanging open and she was still shivering.  The heat in her loins was
welcome in one way, but she felt ashamed that it was there.  He was one of
her students, after all.

   She turned away, but not without some difficulty, and did not look at
him again until she was sure he had a blanket wrapped around him.  Then she
almost laughed.  In order to cover his organ he had to have the blanket
under his nipples.  She felt better when she saw that Jean's mouth was also
hanging open.

   "Jean, don't stare.  It isn't proper." she said automatically.

   Jean snapped her mouth closed, grinned ruefully and said "I'm sorry Miss
Livvy.  I thought somebody had let one of the horses in here." Rusty
snickered.  Josh sent a glare Jean's way, but ended up smiling.

   It was still cold, and night was coming on.  Livvy and Josh couldn't do
much except keep their blankets wrapped around them, so the others tried to
hang up wet clothing in an attempt to dry it.  Jean was hunting around,
obviously looking for something.  Livvy felt a chill go through her that
wasn't from the temperature.  She knew what Jean was looking for.  Sure
enough, Jean announced "Miss Livvy, I can't find your under things.  Where
did you put them?"

   Livvy's face assumed a more normal coloring, which in any other weather
would have been flaming red.  "I ..  ah ...  I didn't ...  have any."

   Both boys turned and looked at her, and then, as if they had planned it,
they looked at each other.  `Great` she thought.  `Now they think I'm some
sort of hussy.`

   Jean was oblivious of the discomfort she was causing as she dragged a
chair over by the stove and hung Livvy's sodden dress on it.  "I hate em my
own self.  My ma tries to make me wear em.  I hate being all bound up. 
It's uncomfortable.  I go without too." She didn't notice that both boys
turned and looked at her too.

   Livvy tried to change the subject.  "What's it look like out the window
Rusty?"

   He went to the window and rubbed his sleeve on it.  Then again.  He
peered through the glass.  "I can't see a thing.  I thought it was too
dark, but now I think it's covered with snow.  Must have drifted up over
the glass."

   Livvy's heart sank.  "What are we going to do?" she moaned.  "They can't
come for us in the dark.  We'll have to stay here all night!  How are we
going to sleep?  I'm still freezing.  There's no bed.  I can't sleep THIS
way." She indicated her scantily clad body.

   Rusty spoke.  "We'll just have to sleep Indian style." He said it like
that explained everything.

   "What's that?" Livvy said, dreading the answer.

   Jean filled her in "Well, the Indians sleep two to a blanket.  They say
the two bodies warm each other and the blanket keeps in that heat.  Course
in this particular situation, we'll have to use clothing for a bed, do keep
us off that cold floor, and then use the horse blankets and coats as
blankets to cover us.  That and the stove ought to get us through the
night."

   Rusty looked nervous.  "I ain't sleeping with Josh" he said.  "I ain't
sleeping with no man.  If any of the other kids heard about that I'd be
done for."

   Josh spoke for the first time.  "That wouldn't work anyway Rusty.  The
two bodies need to be about the same size, so they'll warm each other all
the way from head to foot.  You're too short to sleep with me."

   Jean opened her mouth "But that means I'm too short to sleep with you
too Josh."

   Livvy looked blankly at all three of them.  Then she set her mouth.  "It
won't be all that bad, Jean.  Just imagine that the two of you are riding
in a buckboard, lying next to each other."

   Jean looked horrified "I can't imagine riding anywhere with my brother
naked!"

   Livvy's head jerked up.  "What do you mean ...  naked?" She looked at
Josh.

   He looked back steadily.  "It doesn't work if you have clothes on.  It
has to be skin to skin contact.  The clothes block the heat.  Besides, we
need the clothes to lie on top of ...  to protect us from the floor."

   Livvy felt panic.  She'd have to lie ...  NAKED ...  with Josh ...  and
with that ...  thing ..  between his legs?  She couldn't.  She'd just die
of shame.  And to allow Rusty and Jean - brother and sister - to lie NAKED
together.  The town would have her head on a stick.  "No!" she said "No! 
We can't.  It wouldn't be proper.  No, we must find some other way."

   She had to admit later they gave it the best they had.  First she tried
lying on one blanket with another over her.  But her legs and shoulders
were exposed and soon she was freezing.  It worked OK if she lay on TWO
blankets, with TWO blankets over her, but that left nothing for Josh,
except for his buffalo coat to wear, which didn't cover his legs and feet.
Her coat could be wrapped around his feet in a way that worked, but that
left Rusty and Jean in only their clothes.  They could stay warm in those
if they kept moving, but if they stopped they got cold and began to lose
feeling in their feet and hands.

   The only thing that looked like it might work was if Rusty and Jean lay
on top of their own clothing, with a blanket and Livvy's coat covering
their legs and feet.  That left two blankets for Livvy and Josh to lie on,
with one blanket and his coat covering them.  Even then it was cold.  And
it felt like it was getting colder all the time.

   Then there was the problem of having to feed the fire all night. 
Someone had to be close enough to reach out from under the covers and feed
the fire.  If someone had to actually get up it would cause problems for
both of them, because all the carefully hoarded heat would escape from
under their coverings.

   Finally, because Livvy could see no other way to survive, they decided
to put all the wood in a pile right in front of the stove door.  Josh and
Livvy would lie on one side of the pile while Rusty and Jean would lie on
the other side.  That way someone from either pair could reach both the
wood and the stove door without getting out from under the covers.

   It also meant that neither couple could see the other.

   Finally everything was ready.  Livvy couldn't put it off any longer. 
She was already nervous and embarrassed, but there was nothing for it.  She
announced it was time.  Wordlessly she handed her blanket to Josh,
uncovering her nakedness.  The only light was from the open door of the
stove, but she felt horribly exposed.  She also felt the bite of the cold
without the blanket.  She glanced at Rusty and Jean while Josh made up
their bed.  Both youngsters were stripping their clothes off and laying
them on the floor, trying to get them as thick as possible.  They didn't
seem to be shy in the presence of each other.  Jean's breasts were bigger
than her own, but then most women's breasts were bigger than hers.  She had
been embarrassed about them until she married and her husband told her he
loved them.  But Jean's were larger.  Her hips were bigger too.  Jean
looked like she was built for having babies.  Livvy felt a pain in her
heart at the thought.  Livvy had wanted to have lots of babies.  Now she
never would.  She made her eyes go to Rusty and gasped.  HIS penis was
bigger than her husband's had been too!  It wasn't thick and gnarled
looking, like Josh's, but it was long.  She thought it might be semi hard
at the moment.  It looked like a spear, being very pointed as it swayed
between his legs.  She saw Jean stealing looks at it too.  Josh touched her
shoulder and she jumped.  "It's ready" he said simply.

   Now was the moment of truth.  "I'm sorry it has to be this way" she said
to her student.

   "Miss Livvy, it's the frontier.  You do what you have to do to survive.
No one will ever have to know, and even if they did find out, they'd
understand.  Just think about getting warm." He lay down on his side and
held the covering up for her.  Sighing, she knelt and slipped in beside the
naked youth.

   Immediately she felt two things.  First was warmth.  It was coming from
his chest.  It was sinking into her breasts, where they touched him. 
Second was his hands, sliding all over her back and buttocks.  "What..?"
she started to say, but then the answer was obvious.  The friction of his
hands caused her skin to warm.

   Warmth.  Glorious warmth!  For the first time in hours she felt warmth.
She sagged into his arms and pressed her body against his.  It suddenly
occurred to her that she should be doing the same thing for him.  Her hands
started moving slowly, feeling the knotted muscles on his back.  He felt
smooth, but hard at the same time.  Her hand slipped to his buttocks and
even they felt muscled.  She moved her hands faster, generating more
friction.  As they moved against each other, her nipples rubbed against his
skin and the friction caused them to stiffen.  She'd been proud of her
nipples when she was married.  Though her breasts were small, her nipples
were huge.  Her husband had joked that she could feed a calf on those
nipples.  When she was excited they grew until they were an inch or more
long, and nearly half an inch across.  They were extremely sensitive.  They
hadn't gotten hard in nearly two years.

   They got hard now.

   Livvy made a sound "MMmmmmmmm" in her throat.  It was the sound of a
woman who was freezing, and now felt warmth.  It was also the sound of a
woman whose extremely sensitive nipples were being stimulated by the skin
of a handsome man.  She was concentrating on the warmth, and, at first, her
tired mind thought the feeling in her nipples was merely that - warmth. 
Now her upper torso was relatively warm, and, instinctively her leg raised
up and slid up on top of Josh's thigh, creating friction that way.

   It also, for all intents and purposes, spread her legs.

   Josh also felt the warmth when Livvy slipped into his arms.  Well, to be
more nearly correct, he felt her ice cold nipples stealing the warmth from
his chest.  Those cold points caused him to move, to get them off of one
place and move them to another.  He began to warm her back, like he had
been told to do in these situations, and was surprised to feel her
reciprocate.  She smelled good.  Clean, womanly, with a scent that was
faintly like flowers.  Her hand went onto his buttocks and he clenched
them. Her hands on his skin felt nice.  Now that her nipples had warmed up
a little bit THEY felt nice scraping across his chest too.  He felt the
monster between his legs stir.  He'd never really thought much about his
penis.  It was just there.  He used it to piss through, and when he got
excited he rubbed and pulled it until it spewed what seemed like a quart or
two of thick white stuff.  Other than that he didn't pay it much attention.
His mother had seen him naked last year and had leaned over to his pa,
saying he'd been blessed the same way pa was.  His pa had laughed and said
it was the girls who would be blessed.  He knew what they were talking
about, but he hadn't met any girls he thought might be interested in what
he was blessed with.  He hoped it didn't get all the way hard.  He didn't
think Miss Livvy would appreciate that at all.  Then her leg lifted and
came down on his thigh.  She snuggled up to him and pushed her abdomen
against his.  And she went "Mmmmmmmmmmm".  There was something about the
sound of that that made his dick get much much harder.

   It began to move from between his thighs.

   On the other side of the wood pile Rusty and Jean had gone through much
the same kind of ordeal.  Rusty had watched as his sister disrobed.  He
hadn't seen her naked in probably four or five years, and this was very
interesting.  He'd caught just a quick glimpse of Miss Livvy when she
handed Josh her blanket.  He'd stopped breathing, thinking she was the most
beautiful woman he'd ever seen.  Then his sister had stood naked in front
of him and he'd stopped breathing again.  She had large round breasts and a
little bit of baby fat still on her stomach.  Her hips were wide and, where
her legs came together there was hair the same reddish blond as what was on
her head.  It occurred to him that his sister was also quite beautiful, and
that lying next to her was not going to be an unhappy thing at all.  His
penis agreed, swelling to half it's size when hard.  He hoped she wouldn't
notice.

   Jean DID notice.  She had been awed by the huge club that swung from
Josh's groin.  If THAT was what cocks were like, she wasn't at all
interested in having one shoved in her.  But when her brother dropped his
drawers she saw something much less intimidating.  Rusty's was long and
thin.  That wouldn't be so bad.  `Be so Bad?!` she thought to herself. 
`He's my brother for pity's sake.` But when she looked at it she felt a
funny warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad
being up next to him.  She climbed in with him and pressed her body against
his.  She wondered if his stiffening penis would touch her.  Part of her
hoped it would.

   Josh's cock was getting harder and harder as Livvy rubbed her body
against his.  "Ohhh" she said softly "You're soooo warmmmmmm".  She had a
purr to her voice that made his balls get tight.  Was this what all the
older boys had laughed and joked about, bragging that when they'd been to
town they'd "done it" with the girls in the saloon?

   Livvy was actually warm.  She couldn't believe it.  Her euphoria masked
the fact that it felt GOOD to have a man in her arms again, and to be in a
man's arms again.  She ignored that and thought only about the warmth.

   Until she felt something touch the portal to her sex.

   At first she thought he must have moved his hand where it did not
belong. But both of his hands were still sliding delightfully all over her
back and buttocks.  Then, like a ton of bricks, the realization hit her. 
Her mind rebelled.  Her body betrayed her.  She felt a flush of warmth in
her pussy as it was touched by a man's cock for the first time in years. 
She knew that flush of warmth was fluid, seeping from her innards, making
her wet.  Now her nipples ached, needing to be squeezed, sucked, pinched.
Unconsciously she ground her chest into his.  Her pelvis thrust, of its own
accord, against his.  Her mind screamed "You hussy!"

   "Josh" she whispered, as softly as she could.

   Josh was thinking of other things.  As his penis got hard it pressed
into something warm and wet.  He wasn't stupid, and he knew what it had to
be.  It felt ...  good.  But he knew his penis shouldn't be where it was.
He tried to think of a way to get it somewhere else, but couldn't.  Not
without making it obvious.  Maybe she didn't feel it.  Her head moved.  It
strained up and her mouth was by his ear.

   "Josh" she whispered again.

   "Emmm" he murmured back.

   "Josh ...  your ...  your ...  organ.  It's touching me."

   She knew.  "Yes ma'am" he tried to whisper "It's an accident.  I can't
help it.  I'm not doing it on purpose."

   "Could you please ...  move it?  It shouldn't be touching me ... 
there." Her body was screaming `you idiot.  It's EXACTLY where it belongs
...  leave it alone!`

   "Yes ma'am.  I'll try." Josh knew that it wouldn't go back between his
legs.  It was fully hard now, and that meant he could almost pound nails
with it.  The only place it could go now was up against his stomach.  He
reached down between them and got a good grip on it.  She rolled back from
him just a little and raised her leg higher to give him room.

   All this did was open her up even more.

   Josh pulled on his dick, trying to swing it up against his stomach.  In
the process he dragged the plumb shaped head of his boner right between her
slick pussy lips and across her engorged clit.

   Livvy gasped.  A lightening bolt stuck her without warning.  It hit
right in her pussy and flashed to her nipples.  "Awwwwwww" she groaned.

   On the other side of the wood pile, Rusty and Jean were mashed together.
His penis had gone stone hard as soon as those wonderful soft breasts had
pressed into his chest.  It had immediately lodged right between her legs
and was now trapped between her closed thighs.  Jean felt it.  There was no
doubt about what it was either, but it was warm and it made her feel ... 
good.  The warm ball in the pit of her stomach was expanding now, and the
feel of her breasts against his chest, along with his hands sliding all
over her back was making her feel ..  naughty.  That was all she could call
it.  But it felt good, and she wasn't freezing any more.  She decided that
his cock could just stay right where it was.  They heard voices coming from
Josh and Miss Livvy.  It was a small room and the wind wasn't so loud
outside that they couldn't hear what was said.

   Rusty put his mouth right by his sister's ear and said "I wonder what's
going on over there?" His breath in her ear sent a shiver down Jean's
spine. For some reason she felt like pushing her abdomen against her
brother's.

   She moved her mouth to his ear.  "I expect they're doing exactly the
same thing we are." She snuggled against her brother and decided it WOULD
feel good to push her loins against his.

   She did.

   It did.

   "Rusty?" she breathed in his ear.

   "Yeah?" he breathed back.

   "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Rusty wasn't stupid.  Seconds later he
and his sister were swapping spit and tongue like long lost lovers.

   When Livvy gasped and moaned Josh thought he had hurt her.  He froze. 
This left his cock head in contact with Livvy's clit.  Her involuntary jerk
from the first contact rocked her back and then forth, which rubbed her
clit all over his cock head.  It slipped off her clit, sending another bolt
through her, and settled into the opening of her pussy.  Josh was so
surprised to feel the wet heat of her pussy mouth kissing his cock head
that he let go of his cock.

   Instinct is an amazing thing.  It causes us to do things without
thinking, without even knowing why we do them.  In this case it caused Josh
to thrust his hips forward.  This drove his iron hard prick an inch into
Livvy's starving pussy.  That, in turn, stimulated Livvy's body to thrust
back, which drove her pussy another inch onto his rod.

   Suddenly, Livvy had a cock in her.

   Livvy had always been a very physical love maker.  When her husband had
made love to her she wiggled and shoved and thrust, and once had even
rolled on top of him and ridden him like a horse.

   Apparently making love is like riding a bicycle.  Your body never
forgets what to do.  Before Livvy could control her body, she found herself
wriggling and shoving itself onto that lovely stiff cock, getting it just
as deeply into her as she could.

   Livvy's mind was completely fragmented.  She knew that somehow Josh's
penis had gotten into her pussy.  She couldn't remember exactly how that
happened.  He wasn't moving, though, so she had a suspicion - a horrible
suspicion - that SHE had something to do with the fact that she was stuffed
full of hard student cock.  She was stretched farther than she'd ever been
with her husband, but it was a nice kind of stretch.

   Her hand left his back and snaked between them.  She had to take it out!
This was wrong!  Her hand closed on it and she almost swooned.  She could
feel at least as much in her as her husband had ever put there, but her
hand easily wrapped around what was still outside her.  If he pushed it all
the way in it would go clear into her womb!  She grasped it firmly and
tried to roll backwards, to get off of it.  as she did her buttocks rolled
off the blanket she was lying on and onto the floor of the school room. 
Her buttocks actually stung from the cold and, without thinking she rolled
right back toward him.

   She literally fucked herself, and this time his dick went clear to the
back of her channel.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned.  Damn but that felt good.

   Josh couldn't believe what he was feeling.  His dick was clear inside a
woman for the first time.  It was HOT inside her.  She felt like velvet,
and was slippery and hot and he wanted to shove it even further into her.
But he knew he'd hurt her if he did.  When she rolled back and forth and
her pussy slid along his cock he thought he'd just die from the pleasure of
it.  He wanted to roll on top of her and drive his cock all the way to her
throat.  He knew he couldn't do that.  Instead he held her tightly to him
and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top.  He adjusted the blanket and
coat over them so they were still covered.  Now she was lying fully on top
of him, with her knees on either side of him.

   Livvy felt herself being picked up and moved like she weighed nothing.
She suddenly found herself on top of Josh, impaled on his prick, lying like
a rag doll.  Her pussy felt sooooo good.  Now that she was on top of him,
though, she could pull off of him.  She started to do just that, sliding
her pussy up ...  and up ...  and up as his thick cock slid out of her.  As
she got to the point where all that was left in her was the knob, however,
she knew she was going to slide right back down on it.  It just felt too
good.  It just had been too long.  She was going to get fucked this night,
and she was suddenly looking forward to it.  She slid back down on him,
pushing hard, trying to get just as much of his meat in her as she possibly
could.

   Josh lay stiff, almost paralyzed under her as she began to slid forward
and backward along his shaft.  This was the most amazing thing he'd ever
felt - could ever feel.  If he froze to death tonight, it was worth it for
this feeling.  He felt the familiar tingle in his balls that meant he was
going to spew.  He wished it hadn't happened so quickly.

   Rusty and Jean heard all the groaning and moaning going on across the
woodpile.  They had been doing some of their own, but it sounded different
over there.  Rusty couldn't take it any longer.  As a pretense he opened
the door of the stove, threw two logs in, and took a peek before he closed
the door.  There, in front of his startled eyes, was Miss Livvy, ON TOP of
Josh, moving back and forth.  There was a liquid squishing sound coming
from under the blanket.

   He ducked back down to his sister.  "They're DOING it" he whispered
Jean's ear.  He'd ended up almost on top of her after his peeking mission.
She was about half under him.  His sister didn't say anything, but her
hands came to his hips and she tugged, pulling him more and more on top of
her.  Now her legs were spread, and he was between them.  Jean leaned up
and kissed her brother long and hard as his own hard penis dangled, just
half an inch from her open and waiting sex.  Rusty didn't know for sure
what to do.  Jean's hand came between them, grasped his woody and brought
it to her opening.  She pulled, trying to get it into her.

   Rusty helped.

   He shoved.

   He was a little overzealous and he shoved hard.  It was a good thing
Jean was soaked from their play and kisses, because in one long lunge Rusty
destroyed her hymen and fed her all of the six inches she could take. 
Jean, for her part, yipped at the stinging pain of her deflowering, but
decided that that long slip prick was going to feel really good in just a
few more seconds.  Without waiting for any further instructions, Rusty
began sawing in and out of his sister's pussy just as fast as he possibly
could.

   Livvy heard Jean cry out and automatically looked over at the siblings.
Part of her was horrified as she saw Rusty obviously on top of his sister,
and obviously giving her the fucking of her young life.  The other part of
her felt herself start to tumble into an orgasm from the multiple
stimulation of having Josh's immense rod in her belly and the erotic thrill
of seeing Jean's hands come up to her brother's buttocks and PULL him into
her as she began to whisper "Yesss, yessss, yessss Ohhh yess."

   Rusty was beyond control.  The feel of his sister's hot velvet pussy
clasping his magic wand made him wild.  Now her pussy was clamping down on
him and rippling like what he did with his hands to milk the cows.  And his
own milk was about to be delivered.  Breathing raggedly he pounded into her
buttery depths one last time, battered between her cervical lips, sliding
clear into her womb, and relaxed as his prick gushed his seed into her most
private place.

   Jean felt battered and bruised on one hand, but so wonderfully full and
satisfied on the other.  She'd somehow known that her brother's penis would
feel fantastic inside her and didn't care a whit that he was her brother.
She loved him.  And now, after the amazing feeling she had had when she had
her very first orgasm, she felt him go even deeper into her body.  Then the
rush of heat as his sperm was deposited inside her womb.  She sighed "Ohhhh
Rusty, Darling, I love you so much."

   Livvy heard noises from across the wood pile.  Since she was on top of
Josh, all she had to do was turn her head.  She watched as Rusty lunged
forward and froze.  He grunted and jerked and she knew his long thin prick
was pumping his sperm into his sister's vagina.  She shook her head once,
gave up and let herself cum.

   Josh heard Jean's statement of love for her brother, and heard Rusty's
grunt.  He knew what was going on over there.  The idea of Rusty shooting
inside his own sister caused Josh's balls to give up their own precious
load of sperm.  As he felt the first ribbon of silvery thick cum roar
through his penis he saw one of Livvy's long thick nipples hanging in front
of his face.  He leaned up and sucked it in.

   Livvy was having a nice quiet orgasm, stuffed full of Josh's cock when
she felt her nipple being chewed on.  Suddenly the top of her head felt
like it was going to fall off.  Her pussy muscles spasmed and began
rippling up and down Josh's prick, like fingers playing a piano.  Her eyes
rolled up in her head and she flopped forward, crushing her breast into
Josh's face.

   Rusty was frozen.  Only his prick moved.  It swelled as each rope of
thick sperm rushed through it.  Then it jumped as that rope exited his cock
head and flooded his sister's womb.  He shot so much into her that it
filled her and bathed his own cock head in his own warm liquid.  He
collapsed on top of his sister before slowly rolling sideways.  Jean went
with him, dragging the covers over them.

   Josh felt Livvy fall on him just as the first blast of his cum shot into
her pussy.  "fucking teacher's pussy" he said to himself and his cock went
off again.  Long greasy ropes of sperm leapt out of his cock to splash all
over Livvy's vaginal walls, clogging her cervix and leaking into her womb.
It seemed to Josh that he'd never ever shot this much.  Her weight felt
good on him.

   Eventually it was dark and quiet.  Two men slept, their cocks still
buried in their women.  Two women slept, comforted in the arms of their
men.

   It got colder that night.  Livvy's canteen froze solid and burst.  But
the small circle of warmth around the stove made the difference.

   Livvy woke.  Her cheek, which was exposed to the air was cold.  The
other, which had been lying against Josh's chest was warm.  The rest of her
was relatively warm too.  She heard a noise and lifted her head.  It was
dark, though there was a faint diffused light from the window.  She could
barely see.  Was it daylight?  She heard noises again.  They were coming
from where she knew Rusty and Jean were sleeping.  Suddenly she remembered
seeing them ...  Just as suddenly she realized that she was still full of
...  Josh.  He was still hard!

   The memory of how she'd felt the night before came rushing back.  It had
been glorious.  It had been so wonderful she couldn't stand it.  She looked
down at his still sleeping face.  He was so handsome.  Another noise, this
time Jean's voice.  She was chanting softly "Ohh Rusty ...  Oh Rusty ... 
Oh Rusty." Livvy raised her head higher and felt cold air rush in around
her breasts.  In the dim light she saw Rusty, just as she had seen him the
night before.  He was on top of his sister, and his buttocks were making
the blanket over him rise and fall.  Her face grew hot as she realized they
were fucking again.

   She started to say something.  To make them stop.  Then she remembered
what SHE had done.  Who was SHE to tell them they were wrong.  She had had
sex with her own student.  His no doubt potent seed was still trapped in
her body.  She wondered if Rusty had spent himself inside his sister, or
had been wise enough to withdraw.  Jean was chanting something different
now.  "Oh yes Oh yes Oh Rusty I can feel it.  It's sooo warm." Rusty was
grunting softly and had stopped moving.  Well, she knew now.  Rusty was
indeed fertilizing his own sister.  What would she do?  What on earth would
she do?

   Josh woke up.  He didn't move because he was warm.  Everywhere except
his chest.  He opened his eyes and saw Miss Livvy above him, raised up and
staring across at the two youngsters.  He marveled at how lucky he had been
to be caught in these circumstances.  He'd had his first woman, and she
wasn't a whore in the saloon.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen as far as he was concerned.  He felt his cock twitch and realized he
was still inside her.  She looked down at him.

   Livvy felt Josh's penis move inside her.  It was just a tiny movement,
but it made her look at him.  His eyes were open.  She looked away.  She
couldn't face him.  She was a slut and couldn't face him.  Tears filled her
eyes and one ran down her cheek, landing on his chest.  She had to pull
herself off of him immediately.

   Just as she put her hands on the floor to do that one of his hands came
to her chin.  He swiveled her face to his.  "I'm sorry." he said softly.

   What in the world was HE sorry for?  she thought.

   "I didn't mean to dishonor you." he said.  She was staring at him now,
like he was from another planet.  He kept talking.  "I would never have
hurt you on purpose.  I think I love you."

   Now the tears came fast and furious and she dropped her face onto his
chest, sobbing.  His hands came up and stroked her back.  He was so sweet.
His hands felt so wonderful on her skin.  He kept murmuring "I'm sorry ...
I'm sorry ...  I'm sorry." She relaxed as she cried out her frustration and
shame.

   Finally she raised head and said "Josh, you have nothing to be sorry
for. You didn't do anything wrong."

   "I shouldn't have had my way with you" he said.

   She giggled and then hiccupped once.  "You goose.  You didn't have your
way with me.  I practically raped you.  I'm such a slut."

   His hands stopped suddenly, came to her head and gripped her hair.  He
jerked her head back painfully.  There was an ugly look on his face. 
"Don't you EVER call yourself a slut again.  Not EVER." Her face grimaced
with pain and he relented, releasing her hair.  "I couldn't love a slut" he
said.  "And I think I love you."

   Livvy didn't know how to feel.  "Oh Josh, you're just a boy.  You
wouldn't know what love is."

   Now his hands went to her buttocks and he grabbed them.  He pulled her
forward, partially off his cock and then slammed her back down.  Her eyes
bulged as the base of his cock scraped her clit.  "Does that feel like
something a boy would have?  Did you view me as a boy last night?"

   She realized how serious he was, and it made her serious too.  "No,
Josh, you weren't a boy last night.  And you're not a boy now." She paused.
"Speaking of which ...  are you always ...  like this?" She clenched her
pussy muscles around his cock.  She couldn't believe she'd been so brazen,
but it seemed pretty silly to pretend it wasn't where it was.

   "Well, it's always like that in the mornings.  I imagine it's probably
morning."

   Livvy felt a stab of fear.  The townsfolk could be right outside.  They
could open the door any second.  "We've got to get up!" she said.  She
pulled herself off his marvelous penis, part of her wishing she didn't have
to.  She bounded out from under the covers and the cold air hit her like a
fist.  It had to be below zero!  She opened the stove and saw that the fire
was almost out.  She quickly threw in several logs and was shivering so
badly by the time she was done that she had to make two tries to pick up
her dress.

   It was still damp.  She knew this because it was frozen solid.  She
looked around wildly.  She saw Rusty's surprised face gaping at her naked
body.  She shivered violently.  Suddenly she felt Josh's hand on her wrist,
pulling her.  "Get back here" he demanded.  "You'll freeze."

   She moaned "But we can't.  We have to get dressed.  They'll be here
soon. They can't find us ...  this way."

   Josh stood up, his muscled body rippling in the fire light.  Livvy felt
weak in the knees as she saw his boner sticking straight out from his body,
bobbing gently with his movements.

   Jean's voice came from under their covers.  "Wow!  Would you look at the
horse cock on that boy?"

   Livvy thought she'd just go mad and scream.  But she watched as Josh
went to the door, pulled the latch and leaned into it with his shoulder. 
It didn't budge.  Not an inch.  Then he went to the window and opened it a
few inches on rusty hinges.  He picked up a chair and, like it was built of
match sticks, slammed it against the table, knocking it into pieces.  He
held the leg in his hand.  He began digging in the snow outside the window,
pulling the snow into the room.  Soon he had a cave as long as his arm
cleared.  Then, abruptly he closed the window and went to stand by the
stove.  "The snow is drifted up clear over the door and window.  There must
be seven or eight feet of it covering those two sides."

   Livvy felt panic stealing her ability to think.  "What are we going to
do?" she yelled.

   Josh grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.  "Miss Livvy, they'll be
coming for us soon.  We'll have plenty of notice when they get here, and we
can straighten things up then.  Right now we need to stay warm.  You need
to come back to ...  under the covers.  It won't do anybody any good if
you're frozen to death when they get here."

   "But we may be completely covered with snow!" she moaned "How will they
even be able to find us?"

   Josh was steadily pulling Livvy back to their makeshift bed.  "Miss
Livvy, the stove is still burning.  That means the stove pipe is clear of
the snow.  They'll see the smoke, ma'am.  They'll bang on the pipe when
they get here.  We'll be just fine, Miss Livvy, just come back to bed."

   Livvy began laughing hysterically.  She'd heard what he said, and
realized he was right.  They probably WOULD be just fine, and there would
be plenty of time to make themselves presentable as the townsfolk dug them
out.  But what she keyed on were his words of address.  She was "ma'am" and
"Miss Livvy" to the boy who had fucked her brains out only hours before. 
The absurdity of it overwhelmed her.  She collapsed back on top of Josh as
he pulled the covers back over and around them.  Almost immediately she
felt warmer and knew she was behaving foolishly.

   "Josh, you dear dear boy - no man!" she said as she snuggled up to his
chest.  "First of all, thank you for thinking so clearly.  Secondly, you
must call me Livvy from now on.  And if you address me as "ma'am" again I
think I'll have to punish you for making me feel old.

   Josh's hands slid down her back to her buttocks.  "Begging your pardon,
Ma'am, but you don't feel very old to me."

   Her look of amazement turned to a peal of laughter, which turned to a
kiss.  A very long and passionate kiss.  With not a single thought of
remorse, Livvy reached between them and found the treasure she sought.  She
scooted up with his help, and, with a sigh of contentment, lodged herself
once again on his pole.  She squeezed it with her muscles as hard as she
could.

   "Josh" she whispered "I believe I need warming again."

   He warmed her ...  inside and out.

   By their reckoning they were there for two nights and a day.  Their wood
was running very low and there was some worry about that, though there was
still the furniture that could be burned.  Jean and Rusty had stopped
fucking each other long enough to get dressed and re-arrange Livvy's and
Josh's clothing so it was against the stove, where it steamed and finally
dried out.  They used the burst canteen to melt snow in to drink.  All of
them were very hungry by now.

   Neither Livvy or Josh decided to get dressed.

   As soon as their duties were fulfilled, Rusty and Jean wasted no time
getting naked again and back in bed.  Neither Livvy or Josh said a word to
them about their behavior.  For the rest of their time trapped, there was a
general abandonment of cultural rules.  Rusty and Jean couldn't seem to get
enough of each other, and stopped trying to hide what they were doing. 
Jean was loud when she was satisfied, and neither Livvy or Josh minded a
bit.  For that matter Livvy and Josh stayed busy in much the same way. 
Josh again apologized to Livvy for failing to control himself, and offered
to remove himself from her before, as he put it, it was too late.  Livvy
silenced him with a kiss and said simply "This is the frontier.  You do
what you have to so survive.  When you ...  finish" - she blushed a little
bit - "it warms me inside, and I find I ...  like that warmth."

   Hearing that Josh rolled them over until he was on top of her.  Livvy
thought she would die from the pleasure of it as her young bull rutted in
her.  She thought she'd taste him any minute as his over-long shaft touched
her places she didn't even know she had.  He never could sheath his organ
in her completely.  It was just too long.  But it did the job and she loved
the feeling of being plumbed so deeply.  She learned she was loud during
her own orgasm too.

   The only time either couple gave any indication that they knew what was
going on across the room was one time after Livvy had wailed out her
pleasure as she felt Josh's seed flushing into her.

   In the silence after that she heard Jean call out "Miss Livvy?  Are you
OK?  He didn't kill you with that monster did he?" Livvy had to laugh.

   At last they heard the stove pipe rattle, and a voice calling down it to
them "Anybody in there?  You all OK in there?"

   There was a general shouting match as all four of them yelled, and the
voice told them to "sit tight" and they'd be out in "no time".  It still
took several hours.

   When the door finally opened all four were dressed and as presentable as
they could make themselves.  There were only three logs left on the floor
by the stove.  The first person in was Sheriff Black, followed closely by
Rusty and Jean's worried looking mother and father.  Josh's father was
there too, along with six or seven others.  There was hot coffee and food
that had been hot, but was no longer.  No one cared.  Livvy watched tensely
as her students were reunited with worried parents.  Sheriff Black stood,
glancing around.  She saw his gaze linger where the blankets were still
lying crumpled on the floor.  He looked at the corner they had had to use
as an outhouse, and at Livvy's burst canteen.  He looked at the three logs
on the floor.  Finally he looked at Livvy.  "Ma'am, I suspect you all had a
rough time of it in here.  I believe you were lucky to have made it
through. We had a hell of a time getting out here."

   Livvy smiled tentatively.  "I feel we were very lucky, Sheriff.  Very
lucky indeed."

   It was May before it became painfully clear to the townspeople that the
school marm's belly was swelling - and that it wasn't just good eating that
caused it.  A self appointed delegation of the women in town made it their
business to inform her that they had no need of an unmarried full time
teacher any more, and that she needed to find work elsewhere.  One woman
took particular care to note that the house she was living in was actually
owned by the town, and that there were plans for someone else to become the
tenant.  Livvy had known it would happen.  She didn't fight it.  The only
thing that hurt was when she tried to say goodbye to her students.  When
she got to Josh's ranch his father came out with a shotgun and told her
women like her weren't welcome on his land.  When Josh tried to break in
his father growled that he had better things to do with his time than talk
with sluts like her.  She turned heel and left.

   As she boarded the stage coach, Sheriff Black approached her.  He held
out his hand and said "Ma'am, I reckon that all of us have bad luck
occasionally.  Not all the folks hereabouts are as pig headed as some. 
They've took up a collection, seeing as how you've never been paid.  We
hope it'll help you get started wherever you go." He handed her a small
cloth bag that clinked when it went into her hand.

   "Thank you Sheriff" Livvy said.

   A woman nearby sniffed and Black addressed her "Move along Lindsey,
there ain't nothing to see here." He turned back to Livvy.  "You done OK
last winter Miss Livvy.  Some of us know how dicey it must have got.  You
done just fine, considerin' what you had to work with.  I'm sorry it had to
turn out like this." Then he turned and walked away.  The only other
passenger on the stage was a snake oil salesman who couldn't wait to get
back to civilization.

   Six hours later the stagecoach came roaring back into town.  The driver
was shooting his pistol in the air and yelling at the top of his lungs. 
Indians had attacked the stage.  The only thing they seemed interested in
was the young pregnant white woman on board.  They had taken her.  The last
thing the driver had seen was her, screaming and fighting with them as they
hauled her off.  He'd come back to tell the town so a rescue could be
mounted.  The snake oil salesman confirmed the story.  Neither of them
could understand why no one seemed to want to go save the poor woman.

   Sheriff Black led a posse of six men to the scene.  He noted that the
hoof prints of the Indian horses were both shod and unshod.  He noticed
that the shod horses appeared to be the same horses that had been stolen
from the Wilson and Powers ranches several days before.  One horse, the one
missing from the Wilson place, appeared to have been ridden by a mighty
heavy rider, for an Indian.  It seemed strange that the Indians had brought
along an extra horse for the missing woman too.  They usually just slung
captives across the pony in front of the Brave who made the snatch.  They
followed the tracks for a mile and he noticed that all the horses slowed to
a walk.  After another mile the shod horses went one way, and the unshod
ones went another.

   Sheriff Black didn't think any of this was important enough to mention
to anyone back in town.  He just reported that they had "Got clean away."

   The only other thing that happened in town that summer that caused a lot
of gossip was that The two Powers children up and ran away from home.  The
strange thing was that they left on foot, and the searchers who went
looking for them couldn't find anybody within walking distance of the
ranch. They stayed out for three days and nights, searching for signs of
the fleeing youths, but found no sign, either of passage, or camps.

   Two months later, Josh Wilson was enrolled in Law School in
Philadelphia. With him was an obviously pregnant young woman he introduced
as his wife, Livvy.  She was seeking employment as a tutor, and was found
to be eminently qualified.  The bursar assisted Mr.  Wilson in finding
modest lodgings - the Wilsons had some money - that would accommodate not
only them, but Mrs.  Wilson's young cousin, Jean, and her husband Rusty. 
Jean was great with child herself, not far along, and was going to be the
nanny for both children.  Rusty proved to be an instant hit with the city
folk, who were constantly amazed at his Wild West skills and deportment. 
He was hired by a local newspaper to write columns on the West and what was
happening on the frontier.

   Generally, the people of Philadelphia were quite happy to welcome them
as citizens.  
