TWIN TALES - Part 12 - Home on the Range - first section - got it to work

[An Eves Tale]

Please consider this statement as the usual and necessary disclaimers for this and any work of pure fiction: Even though it may be stated differently by accident or purpose as part of this fiction – all characters are to be considered of whatever the legal age is necessary and needs to be. No group of people is intended to be represented as being an accurate portrayal of them. This is a work of pure fiction and all similarities to any (living or dead) person(s) or group of people is totally coincidental and accidental

This second series (TWIN TALES) is about Eve’s nieces. This is a longer series. The sex gets hotter in this series but the story builds up to it in a slow and teasing fashion.

It needs to be mentioned that in part four a reference was made to the twins having driver’s licenses. Jed and Brenda mistakenly believe the twins to be a lot younger (~14) than they are (as opposed to what is evidenced by their driver’s licenses ~18).

There will also be a third series called THE CASE BOOK FILES that will compliment and expand upon EVE’s OWN TALE as well as TWIN TALES. The sex scenes will be quicker in coming.

Any witticism and criticisms are graciously accepted. However, please do bear in mind that this is a particular and specific genre that I am trying to create.

Another Story from
A New Style of American Horse Opera
Twin Tales
By
An Eve’s Tale
Part Twelve
Home on the range

Wind Song rides em up
beats em up
and shoots em up
But not necessarily in that order

Windy Shoots em up

Windy is having a ball. “Its’ good to see this kid have some fun for a change” Jed says out loud to himself as he watches Windy’s performance on the range.

Jed had an idea of what to expect from Kills like Hawk having seen her handle the Ruger Red Hawk with enormous loads in a crisis situation. Jed had no doubt that Wind Song is most likely a wizard with a rifle. A pistol however could be very different.

By golly Jed is just plain tickled – and not just by Windy’s performance which is incredible. Windy had brought one of her Dad’s guns along. Jed hadn’t got around to looking at what was in the pistol case. Fantastic – a Colt Woodsman – not even manufactured any more. Windy snaps through each ten round clip of 22 long rifles in less than three seconds. At fifty feet – her groups are the diameter size of a pencil on targets that contain five black spots each no bigger than a quarter.

Jed had been concerned about how Windy would present herself. A needless concern he now realizes.
Windy is dressed nice. She sports a country western type blouse with a chocolate brown suede leather knee length shirt and a matching vest – yoke combination. No beadwork but the silver concho inset with turquoise is as exquisite as it is understated. Her moccasins are slightly just above ankle height of the same brown suede with silver brooches. Jed is pleased that Windy neither hides nor extenuates her heritage but blends it with the circumstances.

Despite these good sense efforts – it would seem that trouble finds Windy.

Doug Hawley is a bigot, coward, liar, bully and those are his better points. Unlike his cousin big Jim Hawley; Doug has never gotten into trouble with the law. Just the same – no one knows why.

Doug’s buddy Bubba blocks Jed’s attempt at an interdiction. Jed could easily drop the fat slob in a second but doesn’t want to cause trouble. The hesitation is all the time Doug needs.

“What do we have here? Must be Girl Scout night, Bubba! My – my – look at those targets. Hey! What do you know? A genuine American Indian princess! Hey princess!” Doug says as he pinches Windy’s ass.

Windy feigns surprise and loss of balance – bringing her heel down on Doug’s ankle. Doug jumps, yelps and goes down; as Windy (pretending shock) covers her mouth and begs his pardon.

Jed is ready to intervene but as Windy turns toward him – Jed can see that her hand covers a nasty smirk.
Windy gives Jed an evil wink which reassures him that she needs no help as of yet.

“So the girl scout is a heap big bad injun. Well princess! If you are done with your kiddies’ gun maybe you’d like to try this!” Doug challenges as he slams down the .357 Ruger chief special sub nose on the counter.

“You know what that is?” Doug demands.

Jed sure doesn’t like what he sees “Oh shit! Here we go!” he thinks as he sees the shit eating grin of pure mischief form on Windy face.

Windy grabs up the gun greedily – pretending to be impressed. Windy swings open the cylinder and snaps it shut again just like in the movies. One glance is all it took for Windy to know all five chambers are loaded with heavy rounds – probably hot loads at that.

Windy does all this while doing a James Cagney imitation (not bad but lots of room for improvement).

“You dirty rat! You killed my brother!” Windy says while holding the gun at her waist like Cagney did in the movie.

Windy fires off all five rounds in a split couple of seconds at a silhouette target 25 yards away.

Jed, Doug, Bubba and the rest of the folks stare in disbelief as Windy brings up the target. Jed sees three holes in the heart forming an equal lateral triangle just slightly larger than a quarter in the grouping. The other two rounds were put between the eyes – the group is a some what sideways oblong but no bigger than a nickel.

Several of the men are shifting around – looking at each other – deciding on what to do.

“Oh no! Oh shit! “Jed thinks as he realizes that Windy just gave the “brethren “a “sign” – “the all seeing eye superimposed above a pyramid”.

None of the “brethren” had missed it. No one was making a move to help Windy as of yet but Jed realized by the look on her face that Windy just called in back up big time. Windy is planning on getting real down right nasty if Doug kept his shit up.

Doug is shaking with anger as he looks at the target. Doug doesn’t recognize the distinct patterns or know it’s meaning if he did. Doug is just pissed off that they let a girl and worse yet this “colored girl” in the gun range. Doug is even more pissed off that his attempt to make her look bad or at least put her in her place – failed so very miserably.

“Bet you aren’t interested in a rematch like in a high noon showdown at the Hawley corral any time soon.” Windy taunts Doug as she giggles.

“Well now! Princess! Why would I want to do that? Hell! I was just thinking that with shooting like that; a little lady like you would be good enough take home. Make an official honorary white bitch out of you! What do you think about that?” Doug says as he reaches under Windy’s skirt.

Doug is pleased to feel that her ass is naked. Doug finds the center strap of her thong and rips it in one smooth motion and slips his middle finger up Windy’s ass. Doug figures that he will lift the fucking injun pig’s skirt and thong up and give the boys a show. The boys get a show all right but not from Windy’s raised skirt.

Everything happens at such lighting speed that Jed doesn’t have time to react. Doug Hawley is screaming and whimpering as the whole shooting range roars in laughter. Everyone had heard Doug’s nasty remarks and saw his humiliation of Windy. No one moved to Windy’s defense because she is handling things very well on her own; thank you very much. No one; not even Bubba is helping Doug out of the problem he has right now. The guys don’t touch guys rule.

Doug had shoved his middle finger up Windy‘s ass – so Windy unzipped Doug’s fly and whipped out his meat – re-zipping Doug’s fly. Oops – Windy forgot to put Doug’s meat back inside. Oh darn – look at that – some of the skin on Doug’s balls are caught in the zipper – silly clumsy Windy.

Doug howls in pain and everyone else howls in laughter as Windy makes some remarks of own. “Go Doug go! What‘s wrong? Can’t get it up? Can’t get it off? Same problem as in the Doctor’s office – I suppose? Yeah! I heard round about … that the girl’s dad told the Doc not to bother with the tests – you couldn’t be the one.”

Doug is dancing around and grabs at himself trying to free his manhood. Windy had already inflicted the maximum amount of pain she could by giving Doug’s balls a good twist and squeeze before jamming some of the loose skin into the teeth of the zipper. Doug is finding the zipper to be as painful (not at first but the pain keeps building). Doug finally frees himself by undoing his pants. Doug leaves blood on the floor as he has to tear skin to free his balls.

Bubba starts to move toward Windy in order to help Doug teach her a lesson. Jed is just starting to put a sleeper hold on Bubba when it is just like some one hit the pause button on a video. Everyone freezes in absolute terror as a well known distinct shadow falls upon them followed by a voice which is like a large rasp file on metal.

(to be continued in section 2 - Windy beats em up)