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Author's note: Picture, courtesy of `MESA COMMUNITY COLLEGE'
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From long practice at being silent the man was able to stifle his cries of passion as his volcano erupted and he shot flows of lava into the cold depths of the girls privates. For some time he lay on top of her as he, caught his breath, and slowly ran his fingers through her sodden hair.
Easing his weight from her slender frame he slid over her side and held her close while he murmured sweet nothings into her dripping ear. For awhile he caressed her cold breasts and her shrunken pubes, then he withdrew his shrivelled member, kissed her goodnight, and slipped her back into her harness.
Fondling her privates, he pushed her into the depths where he fastened the harness so that it would keep her below the surface and keep the current from taking her downstream. The chill of the water would preserve the body until he could be with her again.
As he crawled through the tunnel to the entrance of his cave he regretted having had to kill her, she was so much more beautiful when she was alive. If only he hadn't caught her trying to escape.
On the upside, however, she no longer tried to reject his advances. He certainly didn't miss the scratches on his face from her long fingernails.
Well, maybe he could bring back a pheasant for lunch. She would like that. And the bright feathers would look nice in her hair.
The natives had heard the gunshots and had read the signs. They saw where the antelope had stopped to graze and then suddenly sped away. They had found the white man's horses, and silently gathered them. Where he had lain while he sighted his weapon, on the antelope, and then suddenly rolled to the side, was also obvious to these readers of dirt.
Below where the man's chest had rested was a gopher hole. The gopher had sat quietly beneath the blocked entrance to his burrow.
When the man had rolled, the gopher had not had time to move before he was destroyed by the bullet that would have killed the man above him. When hit by the half pound of lead from the sharps buffalo gun he had literally exploded. His bodily tissues had erupted and sprayed the ground around him, except for one area, where the man had lain, after he had rolled out of the path of the bullet.
The Indians knew, from this, that the white man would have gopher blood and entrails on his face and chest.
The man's elbow had left its mark in the black prairie soil and had broken a branch off a tumbleweed as the man had, sighted his rifle, and fired two rounds, into the top of a rise behind him. The bullets had passed through the sun baked crust of soil and entered the head and naked body of a white man who had lain in ambush.
The sign was clear where the paleface had slowly crawled towards his assailant, reloading his weapon as he did.
The man had taken the long gun from the hands of his dead opponent and then taken a slow look around to see if anyone else was in the area. Then he had back tracked his would be murderer.
The tracks led to a small depression and then disappeared into a small hole in the side of a small hill. The Indians had followed the tracks and now, with great curiosity, were hidden, out of sight, as they waited to see what would emerge from this rather large burrow.
The opening in the dirt wall was very small and quite naturally camouflaged. Some of the natives recognized the area and realized that they had passed this very spot and had never noticed the hole they were now watching.
After a long time, a small rustling sound alerted the watchers. As a pair of black boots began to emerge they silently gathered around the white man who was too stupid to come out head first so that he could look around. Not that it would have done him any good. He would have had to emerge sooner or later.
To speed things up, as well as to shock their prisoner, two natives grabbed a booted foot each and helped the man reverse out of the hole.
When the black boots ran into pants with yellow stripes they began to ease off on the pull and when the scarlet red tunic appeared they let go of the boots altogether. The stunned natives didn't obstruct as the red coat started back into the hole.
The Red Coat crawled back into the hole a couple of feet and then began to back out again dragging with him, by the shoulders, a gristly package that he had dropped when he had been surprised, by having his feet pulled.
As he emerged into the daylight, with his cargo, he was roughly thrown aside as one of the natives gave a grunt of surprise and then pulled the dead girl the rest of the way from the hole. Moaning softly he carried her to his horse and rode away. Most of the other natives quickly followed.
The last of the Indians, dropped the lead ropes to the horses they had captured and, explained to the man in Red that Moonlight was Brave Bear's fiancé and had disappeared several moons ago. They appreciated the representative of the great Queen across the seas recovering her body and killing her killer. Tonight, around the fire, they would sing praises to the Redcoats and their Queen.
Unable to understand a word that the Indian had said, and still trying to comprehend what had just happened, Trevor sat beneath the hot sun, watching the last of the natives disappear across the prairies.
At the end of the short tunnel in the hillside was a small cave with a small underwater stream. Trevor had used one of the hermit's torches to search the inside of the cave but there were no clues as to who the man was who had lived there or why he had tried to kill Trevor.
Because all refuse had been disposed of in the stream there was no way to tell how long the man had lived there, how long he had kept the girl there, or how long he had preserved her body in the icy waters of the subterranean stream.
Now the reactions of the natives put a new twist to this strange adventure.
Trevor sat beneath the broiling sun wondering how he would write this into his daily report.
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