In the Back Country

I rode into the high country of Utah in the spring of 68. I must tell you I am more Indian than most Indians. I even look more Indian than most of them do. Dressed in buckskins of my own making and even my horse looks like an Indian pony. As I crossed a small valley I saw tracks going up the V of the cut.

So curious as usual I rode up just over the ridge and followed them up on the low side so just my eyes could break the side looking over into the little valley. I could hear their fun before I got close enough to see them. There were ten young braves all naked down in the bottom with two young Squaws. They had them staked down and had been at them for some time sexually.

They were now getting ready for more serious fun with the young women. They had a very nice fire going and were roasting some fresh deer steaks over it. But none for the girls. They had small piles of stick piles right up tight between each young woman's thighs getting ready to lite them to heat the love nest of each young woman. I could see long sticks of pitch to be driven into each young woman's breasts.

They had finished with their sexual fun with the girls and now wanted to see the stuff they were made of. I ground hitched my horse and walked slowly up over the ridge and calmly down into their little party. As I said I am an old bull of the woods. Not as smart as I could be nor as bright as I could be. I just simply walked right down with them. As the young brave squatted to lite the first fire between the girl's thighs I squatted beside him.

As he looked sideways at me and grunted his surprise I hit him in the forehead with the flat of my hatchet. He dropped without a sound. I moved the pile of sticks from between her thighs. I moved in a crouch over to the other young woman where a second brave was about to lite the sticks between her thighs. His eyes turned my way seeing that I was dressed and I hit him with the flat of my hatchet and he also dropped with out a sound.

I stood slowly and screamed my death scream as I jumped into them. My hatchet and knife working their death cuts. They were startled to their core and I cut them down right and left. Those I didn't strike down are still running. I cut the young women loose and we mounted their horses. As we rode away all were still in shock. The girls that they were still alive riding away with the strange man and the Indians who lived to tell the story of the crazy Indian who attacked them.

Those who lived were on foot as I took all their horses. They could follow on foot? But several young men were wounded and needed care and I had scared them all badly with what I'd done. I am not sure I killed any of the young braves. I didn't intend to. I did intend to wound them all. And did most of them.

I was nearly 30 miles as the crow flies from where I had camped, but I had no intention of them following us back to my camp, so I circled around several times and lead them where I wanted if they did try to follow us. They didn't and I was sure they wouldn't. We rode into my camp and dismounted. I picketed the horses on a picket line where they could feed on the long grass.

The girls had a fire going by the time I had the horses taken care of. I put meat out and they began to cook. I began to try to communicate with them. Sign was working very good but I soon figured out both women spoke Spanish. So this made it even easier.

I learned both women were in their twenties. Both had been mated but both of their men were killed in a raid. They had been kind of passed around with in the village and then had been stolen away by the raiders I had taken them from. It became obvious they really had no where to return to. They both desired to remain with me.

We packed up and moved deeper into the wild country of the area. It was wild beautiful country. I soon learned that both of my pretty young squaws loved sex and required much attention in the blankets at night. I soon learned I had my hands full keeping both young women satisfied all the time.

The girls were both Cheyenne women and very pretty. Fine featured of face. A bit thick in the body, with nice high breasts and round hips. Both with long shapely legs. Built to carry children. Both girls loved to fuck, and were not too picky about the cock they rode. I knew shortly either young woman could be a asset in any store or saloon. And likely could be happy there.

I tended to want to see them in a much more stable relationship if I could find it for them. Love can be over rated, but some times things just happen as it is meant to. I wanted to start a small herd of good cattle, so it was time to start looking. The girls were fine with camping in the open, but I had started our cabin and had it framed up. It would be very cold this high up.

We saddled up and started down early one morning, taking 3 extra horses to ride and not what I wanted up in the high country so I intended to trade them. Blue Feather, and Shy Rabbit, were excited about our trip. Both girls were picking up English quickly.

We rode with care as we were in Indian country. We rode down out of the breaks and into Salt Lake City. I began asking about small bunches of good cattle for sale. And I found some good lines around the town. No one seemed surprised at me having two young women. But I figured out soon that many men in the area had several wives. In the area that was pretty much the normal.

I bought several small bunches of very good young cows and two young bulls. I also traded the three young ponies for two decent saddle horses that were heavy enough to work the high country in the snow. I walked into the trading store off on the edge of town and was greeted warmly by a friendly face.

"Connie Dean you old Indian Killer, How the hell are you? And with two young Squaws two."

I looked around and grinned at the man behind the counter.

"Mitchell Brown, it has been what 25 years maybe since we've seen each other?"

Mitch and I had run trap lines in the Dakotas back in the fifties maybe? It had been back before Mary, my wife had been raped and scalped by the Indians up there. I had gone crazy and killed them for nearly ten years. I was brutal and they hated me. But they feared me more. When she died, a part of me did too and only killing them was the part of me that made me alive.

"Too long Con, much too long. Are you still taking scalps?"

"I carry a grudge long Mitch, but I kill only when I need to now. I avenged my love and killed my hate long ago."

"I want to warn you my friend, I now bed the splitting image of your love, Con. You remember Mary's little sister I am sure."

"My God man. She is a Baby, is she not?"

"The years have gone quickly my friend. Her baby sister is past the age your wife was when she was killed, Con."

My mind went back over the years and I knew he was right. Her baby sister was about 10 when Mary died. And I thanked my God she was not with Mary that day to die too. So she would be nearly 30 by now.

"Yes, you'd be right Mitch she is surely not a baby now."

"She will want to see you Con. She loves you dearly."

"Where's she at Mitch?"

"She is out to a friend's house north of town. Would you part with either one of your young women, Con?"

"Mitch, the girls don't belong to me. They choose to live with me. They had no place else to go. I hope to find good relationships for them both. In a perfect world, men who love them and who they love. Why did you ask?"

"LeeAnne is fucking our friend Howard out on his ranch. He lost his woman a few months ago. She was out with the cattle and a bull killed her. She was Indian. He was about to die and Lee pulled him out of it. Your girl Shy Rabbit might be perfect for him. He has some great horses, that he might trade."

"You think I should trade her for horses?"

"Con I think she could be perfect for Howard and he for her. He is a good man and will love her with all he has."

"I could use some good horses, maybe we will ride out there?"

"Okay but so we don't muddy the water any how about we do some trading for Blue Feather?"

"I have seen you looking her over and she seems very pleased with it. But what about LeeAnne, Mitchell?"

"Why Connie Dean you can be a tad slow at times. I told you. She has talked of no man but you. She loves you just as her sister did before her, give her a chance Con. She will be riding home by your side."

"I had the love of my life my friend and it comes but once for me."

"Don't judge too soon, Con til you see her. She'll turn your guts to mush. She looks much too much like your Mary. Ride out to Howard's before you judge."

I traded Blue Feather to my friend for a pair of matching pistols he had laid back for me and before I was out of site he had her up in his bed. Or maybe it was she had him up in his bed.

We rode into the yard at his friend Howard's that afternoon and we got down. A tall slim man came down the steps off the long porch and he stood looking at Shy Rabbit. I saw she was looking back very intently. No one said a word for several minutes. And then the silence was broken.

"Connie Dean it is about time you came to take me home to my proper place."

I looked up at the woman on his porch and my heart broke into pieces. There my dead wife stood looking just as alive as the day she died. It must have shown on my face as a small hurt sound came from her and she raced down the steps and flew up into my arms.

"Con, I am so sorry I know I look so much like her, I am so much like her. I have loved you all of my life and I knew you'd come for me some day too."

She even smelled like my Mary. And felt like her too. Her mouth found mine and it was like fire. It took my breath away. I was on fire. She pulled herself away but still held on to my arm.

"This beautiful lady seems to have caught Howard's eye and it seems she likes what she is seeing as well? Howard you will be trading us a couple of your best horses for this young woman, maybe?"

"Why Lee, I will gladly give you some horses as my friendship for what you have done for me. As for this beautiful woman, I will do my best to share all I own with her if she will have me?"

Shy smiled for the first time and moved slowly over to take his arm. I knew from the look on her face she would be proud to share his bed with him.

The four of us sat around the fire a long time that night talking of times old and new. When we parted Shy and Howard went into the house and this woman I had known as a child took my hand and we entered the barn. In the light of a lantern she was shown to be nothing child like at all. She was a beautiful fully developed woman and to my delight she became completely mine.