Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Girls

[BellaMiles]

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Girls

(this is closed to yaturtle and me)​

Bella Miles lifted another blouse to the clothesline and was pinning it when she heard a female voice calling from a distance. She looked to her left down the slightly sloping knoll covered in native grasses. The small town of Rockridge sat in the bottom of a wide valley, straddling the Union Pacific Railroad. Bella had spent the whole of her 26 years, one of what was now a population of just over 300 souls.

It took a moment to focus in on the girl, Bella's sister, Clara. The 18 year old was running as fast as she could across the uneven and gently rising ground, clutching and lifting the front of her dress to make the dash more easily performed. She continued to call out, but Bella didn't immediately understand her sister's message. Finally, she picked out the key words bank, shootout, robbery, and -- causing instant panic -- Butch.

Bella stripped the clothes pin bag from around her neck, dropping it to run to her sister. When they met, Clara fell to her knees, gasping for air from the long run as she tried to explain: the Hole in the Wall Gang had hit the bank in Long Branch, but the Pinkertons had laid an ambush and most of the thieves had been killed or captured.

"Where are you getting this, Clara?" Bella asked in panic, afraid to ask about Butch by name. "Who're you hearing this from?"

"Tommy Pitts," the younger woman said. "Tommy told me."

Clara was speaking of the now 22 year old Rockridge Deputy who had had girl's eye since she was 13 years old. Bella had known all about the pair's mutual interest in each other, of course. Out here on the frontier, marriages between girls of that age and older men with the ability to support them weren't uncommon.

But Bella had forbade it and, until Clara's 18th birthday just days earlier, had had the legal right to do so. Their father had died years earlier in a construction accident, and their mother had been weak -- often confined to her bed -- from some illness of which the local doctor was unfamiliar. Bella had become the head of Miles household, and she'd blocked her sister's puppy love quest for marriage to the Deputy, using their mother's constant care as a reason for not being able to let the girl go quite yet.

Bella had also closely monitored the girl's comings and goings over the years, ensuring that Clara was rarely if ever unchaperoned. She knew all about the nature yearnings suffered by most older girls and young woman, and it was Bella's job to ensure that Clara didn't attempt to fulfill them outside the bonds of marriage. Clara had found this unfair, obviously, seeing how her unmarried sister had been parting her own thighs off and on again for more than four years now for none other than the head of the Hole in the Wall Gang, Butch Cassidy.

Clara struggled through her gasps for air to explain how Tommy Pitts, the Sheriff, and one other Deputy had been called away from Rockridge last night to partake in an ambush of the Gang in Long Branch.

"Tommy knew?" Bella bellowed out in disbelief. "And he didn't tell you?"

Tommy, despite being a lawman, was considered a Friend of the Gang. He, like many people in and around Rockridge, were either neutral to or actively support of the activities of Butch and the Hole in the Wall Gang. The Gang was very popular around here for four very good reasons: first, they never did their work in Rockridge, reserving their bank, train, or stagecoach robberies for neighboring Counties; second, in more than five years, they'd never killed anyone during the commission of a crime, and anyone who had been hurt during one had been publicly compensated for their pain and suffering later; third, the money they stole always made its way back to Rockridge, where it was spent in the saloons or the brothels or the dry goods stores or any of a number of other businesses that might not otherwise thrive; and fourth but certainly not least, that stolen cash belonged, for the most part, to the Robber Barons of the banks, railroads, and mines, and like the Story of Robin Hood -- which had been written just a few years earlier and had only recently reached America's Southwest -- Butch Cassidy and his Gang were robbing the rich to give to the poor.

"He couldn't!" Clara defended Tommy regarding why he hadn't warned either of the girls about the impending ambush on Butch. "He didn't know when they left town, and once he got there he was being watched by the Pinkertons. They know about the Friends."

Pinkertons, Bella thought, feeling a chill run up her back and out her limbs. The detective agency was nothing more than a bunch of hired guns, mercenaries for the rich. They'd come out west a few month earlier, invited by the Union Pacific Railroad executive, E. H. Harriman, to hunt down, capture, and if necessary kill the members of the Hole in the Wall Gang. Harriman had expressed that he felt Butch was picking on him because Harriman's payrolls, either at the banks or on the stagecoaches or trains, had become Butch's favorite targets. The Pinkerton's didn't come cheap, but in the end, Harriman believed that that cost might be less than what the Gang would steal. Beside, the railroad man simply wanted to see Butch Cassidy dead in a pine box, leaned back against the outside wall of the Sheriff's Office in Rockridge.

Of course, this issue may have been settled today with the shootout at the bank. Clara had gotten her breath back and explained in more detail, "The Gang robbed the bank, and as they came out, the Pinkertons and the Long Branch Marshall and his men all started shooting. A Pinkerton inside the bank slammed the doors shut after the last of the Gang was out, so that they were trapped outside."

Speaking about the Rockridge Sheriff, who wasn't so much a Friend but still would never fire on Butch, Clara continued, "Tommy says Harley King only pretended to shoot. Same with the others from Rockridge. Tommy says they didn't shoot anyone. But..."

"But what?" Bella asked, realizing that she was starting to tremble in fear of what was coming. "What?"

"All of the gang was killed or captured," Clara said. She lifted her face and showed a face streaked by tears. "I think Butch is dead."

She sobbed at her older sister's response, lunging in to wrap her arms around Bella's torso in a tight hug. She cried, "I'm sorry, sister. I'm so, so sorry."

 

[yaturtle]

Butch watched the sun come up over Bella's place from his perch on rocks above. It had been a month since the failed bank job. He had been saved from dying by a simple twist of fate that day. The boys had pulled of a string of successful train robberies across the territory and there were already wanted posters up for them everywhere. He had argued with the gang and jimmy Smith in particular in the days leading up to the robbery. The hunt for them was on and his sources were telling him a number of strangers had drifted into town. There where also rumors of an extra fat payroll coming into the bank for some railway project . Butch didn't like the feel of it and told them so . The argument between he and jimmy escalated into a brawl and jimmy had clocked him with an empty bottle. When butch awoke the next morning battered and hungover Jimmy and the gang were gone . When no one returned butch assumed the worst and expected the law to come for him. He took what he could on a couple of pack horses and headed south through the foothills .Keeping a low profile he stashed money along his route and circled slowly back . There had been no activity around the place except for Bella and her sister for two days now. Butch mounted up and rode in slowly thinking about convincing her to travel south with him before the cold set in.

 

[BellaMiles]

He isn't dead. Is he? No. No, he's not. But, if he's not, where the hell is he?

Every day for 30 days, sometimes many times a day, variations of this thought had come to Bella's distraught mind. It had been a month since the firefight in Long Branch. Butch's body had not been found among the dead, and he hadn't been one of the surviving Hole in the Wall Gang members who, a week later, had been hung for their crimes.

So, the good news was that Butch hadn't been killed at the bank holdup. The bad news, obviously, was that Butch had not yet come back to Bella. Oh, she was used to not seeing him for days or weeks at a time occasionally. He and his men sometimes had to ride to distant Counties, Territories, or States to do their work. You go where the gold is.

But he wasn't pulling some job with the Gang now because the whole of it was now dead. Butch was on his own, hiding obviously, injured possibly. But he'd never stayed away from Bella for more than a week when he wasn't working. He simply enjoyed his time between her thighs too much to stay away, just as Bella enjoyed having him between them.

Everyone in Rockridge knew that Bella was Butch's girl, so what came during the dark of night following the failed heist didn't surprise her. She and Clara had been awoken by a dozen Pinkertons bursting into her house, guns drawn, torches sweeping through the rooms and they searched every nook and cranny the outlaw, Butch Cassidy.

They didn't find him, of course, not then or during any one of the three subsequent visits they made every time the rumor mill claimed they saw a man near the Sundance home.

No one had seen hide nor hair of Butch since the robbery. Actually, no one who was still alive could even say whether or not he'd been at the robbery. Clara had asked Tommy Pitts if he'd seen Butch that day in Long Branch, but he'd only shrugged his shoulders. He'd been too consumed with shooting toward the scattering bank robbers without actually hitting anyone to notice who it was that he was trying not to kill.

Bella was reluctantly beginning to give up on ever seeing Butch again. He's dead. There's no other reason. She couldn't bear believe that her lover had decided he could live without her any longer.

Then came this day, the 30th after what Law Enforcement, bankers, and railroad tycoons were celebrating as the end of the Outlaw Era in the Southwest. Bella was on her knees picking vegetables from the garden prior to the coming of winter, when she realized that her sister had risen from the dirt and was simply standing there before her, silent and still.

"What're you doing, Clara?" Bella asked with annoyance. "Storm's a'comin'. We need to get this work done before the rains..."

She went quiet, though, as she realized that the younger woman's gaze was set firmly on a point somewhere in the distance. Bella turned her head to follow Clara's gaze, lifting a hand to shade her eyes. She saw nothing at first. Then her eyes adjusted and focused to find a man walking a horse slowly their way. Her first thought, of course, was that it was just another Pinkerton coming to keep the pressure on the Sundance girls. The unwelcomed visits had reduced in size from over a dozen men to eight to four to two. And now apparently, just one of the Lawmen was...

But Clara interrupted Bella's building anger about the constant intrusions with a quietly spoken, "I think that's Butch."

"No, it's just one of them..."

But Bella went silent again, standing slowly to brush the dirt off her hands and dress before shading her eyes again. The man was a good two hundred yards away, to far for recognition by Bella, who was Butch's lover after all, so an identification by her sister was simply ludicrous.

But then Clara said about the very uniquely painted horse on which the man was riding, "That's Tempest. I'm sure it is. Look at the--"

But now it was Clara's turn to go quiet as suddenly her sister was rushing toward the approaching rider. She, too, had come to recognize the horse's leg and chest colors, and with the annihilation of the Hole in the Wall Gang, there simply was no one left who would have known where to find the Gang's hideout and that Tempest -- despite the name -- was the most wonderful horse to ever have been broken and trained for the kind of work Butch and his men did.

Just as Clara had hiked up her dress that day of the bank heist to free her legs for speed, Bella did the same now as she hurried down the slight rise of the hillock. With every step, her heart and mind were screaming at her It has to be him, it has to be him! It wasn't until Butch stopped his ride and dropped down to the ground that Bella could see beyond doubt that it was in fact her long lost lover.

She was still moving at a fast run when she reached Butch, leaped up and at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she essentially slammed into him. He fell backward to the ground with Bella slamming down atop him, her hands grasping his face and her mouth began kissing his lips, his cheeks, his lips again furiously. Tears had begun filling her eyes even before the bodily collision, and now they ran from her face onto his, some of them streaking down his cheeks and temples while others mingled into his facial hair.

Then, after what had to have been twenty or thirty frantic kisses in even fewer seconds, Bella sat up atop Butch's groin, smiled down to him ... and slap the shit out of him.

"Where have you been, you ass?" she practically screamed at him, following up with, "And what the hell are you doing comin' here in broad daylight? The Pinkertons are still looking for you?"

 

[yaturtle]

Butch fell backwards laughing as Bella tackled him and smothered him in kiss's.
He had to cover up when she went to slapping at him. Easy ya crazy wench, how am supposed ta answer if you keep hitting me." She must have satisfied as she was now smiling while she sat on him with her hands on her hips. Over her shoulder he could see her little sister circling around watching nervously ." I know it's dangerous , It's that way everywhere now. Dam Harrimen keeps increasing the price on our heads. It won't be just Pinkerton's looking for us now.
It's long past time to get out of here, but i wasn't leaving you, and I needed a plan. Been watching your place for almost a week now . What did they ask you,what has Timmy told you?

 

[BellaMiles]

"Easy ya crazy wench," Butch responded to Bella's abuse of him. "How am supposed ta answer if you keep hitting me."

He talked about the danger and Harriman and getting out of the area. Bella's eyes opened wide at this; they'd talked about going away to some distant place before, but Rockridge had been Bella and Clara's home since birth and, of course, this was where Butch worked.

"Tommy said only that they didn't know where you were," Bella said as she dropped down upon her lover's torso again, kissing him more passionately. She pulled her knees back and pressed her groin hard against Butch's. She would have loved to strip off all their clothes and fuck right here and now, but they were out in the open under the bright sun ... and her sister was walking this way slowly with a questioning expression on her face. "The Pinkertons come back every few days, less of'em each time. Last time was about a week ago. You probably just missed them, but they should be showing up tomorrow, day after."

"Butch...?" Clara said when she was just a couple of dozen yards away. "Oh God Almighty, it's really you?"

Bella rolled off the crook and rose to her feet. She offered him a hand, and no sooner had he reached his feet then Clara's arms were around his midsection in a tight bearhug. "We thought you were dead!"

Clara had long had a crush on her sister's lover, something she tried as hard as hell to hide without success; Bella knew of her sister's puppy love, and there was a good chance that Butch knew it, too.

Oh, sure, Clara was now and always had been certain that she would one day be Missus Tommy Pitts. But over the 4 years of Bella's sexual relationship with the man, Clara had not only peeked on them often while they were rolling about in the grassy fields or testing the fortitude of Bella's brass bed's frame, but she'd also envisioned the anti-hero's face as she moved her fingers about between her clenching thighs in the quest for her own euphoric delight.

"We're so glad you're alive," Clara said, making sure she used we and not I in her declaration. She pulled back to stand next to her sister, asking with excitement, "Where we going?"

Bella began to counter, "We're not going any--"

But Clara cut her off, "But I heard Butch. He said we were leaving."

A sudden and horrific thought crossed the younger sister's mind. "You're not leaving without me, are you? You're not leaving me behind?"

"No one's leaving you behind anywhere," Bella said firmly, pulling the younger and slightly smaller girl to her. Then, still clutching Clara, Bella looked to Butch and asked, "That's right, right? If we leave Rockridge ... Clara can come?"

She already knew the answer, of course; Butch knew that Bella would never leave her sister behind, even if Tommy was to propose marriage right here, right now, and drag the Preacher up to perform the ceremony before sundown.

"We need to get indoors, before someone sees you," Bella told Butch. "The Friends aren't so friendly no more, not with the bounty so high on you."

 

[yaturtle]

Bella's crotch warming under her skirts was not lost on butch or Clara for that matter. Clara gave him a little rub of her own while she hugged him with that telltale gleam in her eye he had seen before. He had dreamt of bedding them both at the same time , just never figured out how to make that happen.as they walked back inside he laughed inwardly at his own predicament. Hired killer's and bounty hunters and two beautiful women that might just team up to kill him with love he could afford to stop running long enough. He put an arm around each and let his hand slide down to their bottoms. " Well ladies here's what were up against. They have raised the price on my head to the point it's going to attract some good trackers . We ain't never gonna out run them so we gotta out fox'em. Hide in plain site while they think were long gone. First thing is to lead them away. When they come back your to tell I stopped only long enough to say my goodbye. The cattle drives are moving east , I'll leave them an easy trail from here and fall in behind the cattle men.
That will slow down considerable until I can get to ottermans creek, an use the water do dissapear. You two wait until they stop coming here ,then head for the little cabin on Eastman lake where I took you afore. From there we go south of Jackson and settle in . I here they need a new schoolhouse down that way. Now where can a man get a drink and a little comforting before he has to ride out again?

 

[BellaMiles]

As Butch reached an arm around each of the sisters and headed them back up the hill for the cabin, their reactions were the same and yet not the same at all. Bella was Butch's lover and one might have expected her to welcome the feel of his hand upon her ass. Yet her younger, virginal sister so very near, and despite having initiated an act of obviously suggestive intimacy just moments earlier -- the assault of the criminal's body -- Bella reached down to grasp Butch's hand and pull it higher up her body to her waist.

Clara did the same ... sort of. She, like her sister, enjoyed the feel of Butch's hand upon her butt; no man had ever touched her that way with the exception of one of the school house ruffians several years ago, and in that case Clara had balled up a fist and broke the boy's nose.

Now, though, her backside was being groped by a man for whom she'd enjoyed many moments of sexual euphoria, despite him having only been imagined in her lustful mind's eye. But she knew this was wrong, both feeling pleasure and allowing Butch to think he was doing no wrong. Clara's face flushed a fiery red, and without looking up to see if he was spying her reaction, she reached to his hand, paused with her fingers interlacing a bit with his own, then finally pulled the appendage up to her waist, continuing to clutch it.

Butch explained his plan as the continued onward, and once in the house the three of them discussed it in more detail. Bella hated the idea of being apart from Butch again; it had been a month already, and this new plan could mean another month or two or even more before she and her lover would be together again, presumably forever.

"Clara, we need supplies," Bella said, changing the subject suddenly. She went to the cupboards and pulled back the cloth drapes hiding them. She began listing off a variety of items, referring to their old but still reliable horse as she told her sister, "Take Raleigh and the cart."

"But we have plenty of--" Clara began with a sour attitude, not wanting to leave so soon after Butch's return.

But her sister cut her off with a firm, "We need these things."

Bella retrieved the last of their cash, which wasn't enough; a schoolmarm made barely enough to feed herself, let alone another family member, and Clara's job at the Rockridge Hotel had come to an end under pressure from the Pinkertons. She marched up to Butch, kissing him as she dug into his vest pockets for a half dozen coins.

"I'll make it up to you later," she whispered with a devilish smirk. Turning back to her sister, Bella gave Clara the money, escorted her forcefully to and through the door, and gave her a push out onto the porch. She stressed, "Don't hurry back. Understand?"

Clara's face filled with a pout, then with a smirk that equaled her sister's earlier one with Butch. Turning away, she said, "Yeah, yeah. I understand."

"Don't buy anything we don't normally buy!" Bella called after Clara. "Don't attract attention or lead anyone to think you're buying for three--"

"Yeah, yeah!" Clara said without looking back but with a dismissive wave. Even though she was unsure whether she meant it or not, she called back, "Have fun."

Bella waited until her sister entered the property's small barn, then returned to the cabin's interior, swinging the door forcefully behind her. She gave Butch another even more devilish smirk, then began unbuttoning her clothes as she demanded, "Take them clothes off, you scoundrel."

With urgency, Bella unfastened the dozen and a half buttons of her dress running from her clavicles to her belly button. She pulled it off her shoulders, letting it drop to gather around her nearly knee high, laced boots. She smiled at Butch's reaction to seeing her in the undergarments she'd purchased with his coin just days before the Long Branch massacre.

"I've been waiting desperately for you to see me in this, Butch," she said as she lifted her arms out and performed a slow, full spin before him. The lower hem reached to just past her shapely buttocks, revealing much of the flesh of her fit, prairie girl thighs. The waist was pulled tight around her by bow-bound strings at the small of her back, and when she was again facing Butch, she asked with a broad smile, "Care to get me out of this thing?"

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Meanwhile, Clara was finishing hooking Raleigh up to the cart for the trek to Rockridge. She saddled him as well, to ride him down the hill; the girls had once attempted to ride in the cart as the big horse pulled it, only to find out that without strict control of the reins from his back, the aging horse was of a mind to go where he wanted or not go at all.

She leaped up into the cart, then leaped from there up onto Raleigh's back. He -- or it, as it was a gelding -- just stood there, unbothered. Clara urged the beast forward with a click of her tongue and cheek, and as the animal headed down the beaten earth road, Clare looked back to the cabin with a yearning expression.

She knew what was happening back yonder in the bed she and Bella had shared all their lives. There'd been many times Clara had been asked to go shopping or run an errand to this business or that or simply go take a walk along the nearby stream so that her sister and her sister's lover could make a mess of the bedding. Clara shrugged it off reluctantly, promising herself, You'll be with Tommy soon'nuff.

But, after years of waiting for to be with the Deputy, she realized that that wasn't likely to happen now. Bella had insisted that Clara save herself for her wedding night, and had insisted that that wedding night did not come until after their mother had either improved in health or died, the latter of which she'd done just days before Clara's 18th birthday.

The time had come for the younger of the sisters to exchange vows to become Missus Tommy Pitts and then part her thighs to consummate that relationship and finally know the pleasures her sister had been enjoying with Butch for years.

And yet, this was all moot now. Clara couldn't marry Tommy now; she was leaving Rockridge, and the Deputy certainly wasn't going to leave with her. And while her lust often urged her to forget the whole saving yourself for marriage bullshit, Clara knew she would never give herself to Tommy or any other man without first hearing church bells ringing out over the land.

Crap! she cursed in her mind as she dismounted from Raleigh in front of the Rockridge General Store. Clara went inside and meandered about as the clerk and another customer also wandered, collecting goods and stacking them on the counter near the cash register that was so new -- to this store and to many others across America -- that it still has the factory shine to it.

Clara stopped in the Women's Clothing section, just as the owner emerged from a backroom and greeted her. Widow Marker had been and still was a loyal Friend of the Gang, and she almost immediately asked in whisper regarding the only man who could possibly be the subject of such an inquiry, "Has he come back yet? Has your sister heard from him?"

The teen hesitated a moment, considering her reply in regards to Bella's warning. "No, ma'am. Thank you for asking, though. My sister is simply beside herself with worry. She--"

Clara choked up a bit, which wasn't faked at all; she was feeling very emotional about the turns and twists in her and her sister's lives right now. After clearing her throat she continued, "Bella is fearful that Butch is dead. Or worse ... that he simply isn't coming back again."

The two of them chatted in whispers on the topic for a long while, during which Clara opened some of the drawers of a clothing dresser in which women's intimates were hidden away from general view.

"Would you like to try that on, honey?" Widow Marker said when Clara seemed to be taking interest in a particular item. When Clara smiled, the older woman who was a key participant in the local Rumor Mill leaned in closer and said knowingly, "I'm sure that the good Deputy would love to see you in this on your wedding night."

The teen's face neck, and even her shoulders exploded in a fiery blush, causing the older woman to laugh heartily. Widow Marker took the undergarment and Clara's hand and led her to the store's office, which served as a makeshift changing room. She opened a closet door that had a full length mirror on it's inside.

"You take your time, honey," the widow said. Then, quickly exiting and returning, she put a flower band in Clara's hair, telling her, "I would say this makes you look prettier, honey, but in truth, I think you make it look pretty instead."

Widow Marker departed, and left alone, Clara removed her dress and her simple, aged shift, then donned the new item. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment before shrugging, thinking of what her sister would look like standing her in such a garment.

Clara had never been as impressed with her physical appearance as she was with her sister's. They were very much different from one another because of the fact that while they shared the same mother, their fathers had been different men due to the young death of Bella's father. Both girls had called Robert Sundance father, but anyone looking at the two standing side by side would have known the truth in an instance.

Turning this way and that, Clara examined her look in the skimpy undergarment. Compared to her sister -- hell, compared to many women -- Clara was extremely fair skinned, petite, underdeveloped even for her age. She had a shapely, firm, round ass, which gained a lot of attention from lewd men when she walked through Rockridge. Up front, her breasts were tight as well, but they were smallish; they didn't require support in any way, yet Clara wore a layer of clothing beneath her blouses anyway due to the size of her nipples when she got cold or sexually excited, which happened more often than she would have preferred.

Clara shed the new item, redressed, went out to complete her shopping, and left with the goods and the slip loaded in the cart. Widow Marker followed Clara out, giving her a hug and some comforting words to share with Bella.

Clara had other shopping to do at other locations in Rockridge ... but she skipped them. Instead, she turned Raleigh back toward the house on the hill ... eager to see if she would arrive home in time to sneak a peak through the back window of the bedroom at what was likely still taking place in the creaking, squealing bed.

(OOC: Sorry. I just couldn't stop writing!)

 

[yaturtle]

Butch leaned back grinning as Bella scurried around and ordered her sister to go shopping for things she didn't need. This wasn't the first or hopefully the last time she had invented chores for sister to give them alone time. When Bella turned to him an ordered him to undress he knew she was going to give him one helluva a ride and he was more than happy to oblige. He had barley got one boot off when he heard "I've been waiting desperately for you to see me in this, Butch," . Looking up to see her twirling around in some fancy girly thing and her boots. Butch let out with a long wolf whistle.. " well look at you beautiful lady, dam if-en you don't look good enough to eat". He continued to undress as he watched her blush and giggle at his comment . She strutted past him holding her hair up with both hands and that come hither smirk before bouncing herself on the bed across from him. Butch couldn't get rid of his britches fast enough and her effect on him was all the more obvious when he did. Standing before her butch ran his fingers through Bella's hair and turned her up to look him in the eye." Looks as though my woman is in need of some serious pleasuring" With that he bent to kiss her hard on the lips.

[ooc] sending you a pm.

 

[BellaMiles]

Butch surveyed Bella as she showed off her well rounded body and her new intimate gown.

"Well look at you beautiful lady, damn if-en you don't look good enough to eat."

She smiled broadly, concurring suggestively, "If a meal of me is what you wish, a meal of me you will have."

Bella giggled as Butch struggled to rapidly shed himself of his clothing. Pulling loose the string holding his ankle length underwear around his waist, his fully solidified cock flopped out like some sort of Jack-in-the-box toy. Bella laughed, happy to see that she wasn't the only one of them eager to embrace in the way they had been for so long.

"Looks as though my woman is in need of some serious pleasuring," he said as he took her into his arms for a passionate kiss.

"Looks like I need," she laughed, reaching down to grasp his stiffened shaft tightly in one hand. As she kneaded it with strong fingers, she countered, "I think you're the one in need, Butch."

She kissed him again as she worked his erection, then spun away and told him, "Get me out of this contraption."

Butch set to untying the strings holding her new garment tight around her waist, and once it was loose she pulled the straps off her shoulder and let it fall. It gathered around the nearly knee high boots she was still wearing, allowing Bella to press her ass firmly back against Butch's cock. Reaching back to grasp the man's hips, she pulled their bodies firmly together, feeling the underside of his manhood between her firm ass cheeks.

"I've missed you," she purred, twisting her head back to press her mouth to his. When their lips separated, she promised, "And I'm about to show you how much."

Turning, Bella sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her lover nearer. She put her lips to his belly in wet, wild kisses as one hand reached back to clutch a butt cheek while the other began stroking his cock slowly but tightly. After listening to his reaction for much of a minute, she stood suddenly and hurried across the room. She filled a basin with room temperature water from a pitcher, wet a rag thoroughly, then returned to her seat on the bed's edge.

"A month in them hills..." she said, her way of saying Butch, you need a bath. She wrapped the sopping wet rag around his cock and cleaned it and the sack dangling below it thoroughly, looking up to view the continuing pleasure her touch was causing him. Then, tossing the rag and -- miraculously -- landing it in the basin without much splash, Bella grasped both of Butch's strong ass halves in tightly curling fingers and told him, "I've been practicing."

And with that, Bella dipped her head downward and took much of his above average sized cock into her mouth. She'd only performed oral sex on Butch twice before this day; it wasn't something a good girl did to a man, of course, and despite their relationship being outside the bonds of matrimony, Bella had always wanted to believe that she was still a good girl deep in her heart and soul. She'd only ever been with one man, after all, so despite no Preacher and vows having become a part of their lives together, Bella considered herself very much Butch Cassidy's have and to hold until death do you part wife.

So, why the oral sex so late in their life? Two words: pregnancy scare.

Bella wasn't about to raise a child on her own, and being mated with a man who made his living with a gun -- and who was constantly being chased by other men with guns -- meant she would never know if at any time, she might end up a single or widowed mother.

The couples only form of birth prevention, of course, had been Bella watching the calendar and tracking the body's signals. Many times over their four years together, Bella had had to fend off Butch's desire to put his cock deep inside her and reach his desired euphoria. Hand jobs had been the substitute for those times when having the man empty his balls inside her would have meant nursing a child born out of wedlock nine months later.

Then, five months before the Long Branch massacre, Bella met Chloe, one of the fallen angels from Madam Lee's, the most popular brothel in Rockridge. The young whore had been beaten up by a patron and -- after her Chinese boss put the blame on her -- she'd fled the town without any idea of where she was going or what she was to do.

Fortunately for both of them, Chloe had come across Bella down at the river washing clothes, and after cleaning the young woman up, Bella invited her to stay at the cabin until they could find a way out of her situation. Curious about the girl's tasks in the performance of her job, Bella would come to learn of a variety of new sexual positions and, of course, about oral sex. Chloe spoke of it being a far more satisfying alternative for the hand jobs Bella was currently employing to please her lover on those non-fucking days.

Chloe stayed around until Butch returned from some thieving in the next Territory over. Bella had a feeling from her lover's reaction to seeing the former whore that perhaps he was already familiar with her, in a biblical way. But she didn't care to know; she knew Butch put his cock in other women while away from her and didn't care, so long as he always came back to her.

"I need some money, to give to Chloe for the stage to New Orleans," a naked and sweaty Bella had told a similarly naked and sweaty Butch almost before he'd recovered from his first orgasm of that special day. "I promise you, Butch. This is money well spent."

Bella hadn't explained what that meant until after she'd handed over a stack of paper bills to the girl and walked her down to town to catch her ride east. When she returned to the cabin, she'd woken the exhausted bank robber, straddled his bare thighs, and told him with a devilish smile, "Chloe taught me this. She says it'll be worth what you gave her to start a new life."

And with that, Bella had taken Butch's cock into her mouth. She wasn't very good at what she was attempting, and she knew that. It hadn't made Butch cum that night, but it had stimulated him to no end, making the rest of the night -- which had included more of Chloe's training -- the most incredible night of their lives together.

Bella had promised Butch way back then that she'd keep practicing, playfully inserting a bratwurst into her mouth as they sat at the dinner table -- which had only led to him taking her right there on the kitchen table! And she had often, when she had some privacy from her younger sister.

And now, that practice showed up. Bella's head bobbed up and down slowly but consistently before the man's groin as she took in as much as she could of him. She gagged a couple of times, recuperated, and continued.

It didn't take long to drive Butch to orgasm, which made Bella believe that Butch had been avoiding both other women and his own curled fingers. Chloe had warned her about the sharp, unique taste of a man's seed filling her mouth, and Bella had begun this without having decided whether or not she would do as the young professional did with her own clients, accepting the shots of warm, thick, gooey cum into her mouth.

In the end, there was no time for Bella to make a decision one way or another. Butch's cock began leaping inside her mouth, spraying gobs of his seed into the back of her mouth. She pulled back a bit, fearing she would gag again, but kept the bulbous head of her lover's manhood inside her warm, wet lips.

When the pulses of Butch's cock slowed to a persistent trembling, Bella grimaced through a big swallow of the salty puddle upon her tongue, then pulled back to look up at the man of her life, asking with slightly watering eyes, "I did good?"

 

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Butch could only grin as he looked down and watched her swallow. "oh you did better'n good darlin , I think you deserve some fun of your own now" Butch pulled her to her feet and buried his face into her breast ,alternately suck and nibbling her nipples while his rough hands gripped her bottom. Butch listened to Bella squeal in delight at the attention to her breast. He brought his lips up to hers and pushed his tongue into hers while he gripped her hair and tilted her head back. The feel of her soft skin brought an immediate rise to his manhood as he pressed against her thigh. Butch growled into her mouth " There's nothing more for fun than schooling my very own school marm". This elicited a groan from Bella's lips as she breathed "watcha ya gonna teach me butch. " You'll see soon enough Bella honey". Butch spun her around and placed her on all fours as he knelt next to her on the bed. He nibbled and kissed at her shoulder blade while his fingers worked her inner depths and she pushed back against his hand with a long moan. After a minute of this he pulled his fingers out and gave her a playful swat on the backside. " Best hold on tight to that headboard LiL lady as you've worked your man up to giving you one wild ride". Butch stood behind her holding the ankles of her boots his erection bobbing between them. Butch pushed himself deep into Bella bringing loud cries of encouragement . The teasing was over and she was so ready for this.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella was using her tongue and the saliva filling her mouth to rid the latter of the new and unusual taste. It brought back a memory of something Chloe had told Bella back during her training: You ain't doin' this 'cause you're gonna love it, yer doin' it 'cause Butch will.

The schoolmarm had already known that the anti-hero thief loved her, but his reaction to emptying his balls into her mouth seemed to reveal he loved her -- or at least appreciated her new skills -- so very much more. Bella would never have imagined putting a man's cock in her mouth back before she'd met Butch and, to be honest, had never imagined doing so even after she'd learned some women did so, usually for money.

Bella and her sister had had very sheltered upbringings, and the persistent chaperoning of them by one of both parents had meant that neither had ever been alone with a boy, let alone a man. Not that Bella would have had any idea what to do with a male, of course. Sheltered was a conservative word for how little Bella understood about the sexual ways of the world. Even the explanation from her mother about her monthly visitor had been so convoluted that Bella hadn't connected the bleeding from her privates with sexual activities.

Bella had only learned about intercourse, pregnancy, and other such things after a fellow Teaching School student got pregnant and came to her for comfort. Bella was no dummy, so she quickly put it all together and, suddenly, so many things about the world made sense. Suddenly, she was thinking about sex all the time. She was also masturbating a lot.

Then, she met Butch.


Four years ago:

Bella -- who was 22 and still pure of heart and body -- was at the Rockridge Dry Goods Store for the family's monthly shopping. She picked out just the very, very basics; the $8/month Death Benefit the family of (now) three received after the mine accident death of Bella's father didn't go far, and her monthly teaching pay of $16 was already spent, mostly for the continuing care of her chronically ill mother.

"It's not enough," Widow Marker said in a low voice when Bella reached the counter. The store owner identified the items' costs, some of which had recently increased, and clarified, "You need another three dollars and two bits, honey. Sorry."

As Bella was trying to figure out which of the items she could pass on without the family going to bed hungry for a handful of nights before her next payday, a male voice behind her said with a polite tone that he'd take care of it.

She turned at the offer, and her heart skipped a beat: Butch Cassidy, leader of the Hole in the Wall Gang. This was Bella's first meeting with famous outlaw, but she immediately knew who he was. He'd been pointed out to Bella once when he'd been riding through town; Bella had thought his horse the most beautiful animal in the world, and -- while she knew she shouldn't -- she felt the same thing about the man riding it.

This past New Years Eve, Bella had seen him once again. She, Clara, and their mother -- who'd been having a good week -- went into town to watch the fireworks display put on by the Chinks, as her father had called the Chinese who'd taken up residents in Rockridge during work on the railroad.

Bella herself had always found the Orientals amazing and wonderful, though. She'd befriended some of them and subsequently asked the Town's leaders to allow their children to be educated at the school. When they said no, Bella began secretly teaching them in their own homes during the evenings.

As she was enjoying the firecrackers exploding on the ground and spark-throwing spinners nailed to the corral's fence creating marvelous circles of red, yellow, blue, and green, she turned to share her glee with the other two family members when she instead found herself looking at a man with a pistol on his hip and a rifle in one hand. It was none other than Butch Cassidy.

Bella simply froze, staring at the man who was enjoying the crackling, flashing display. She'd never been this close to a bad man before, and yet Butch looked like just another typical man. Guns were so common in Rockridge that Bella thought nothing of them. He was clean shaven and cleanly dressed, and inconspicuously leaning in to draw a deep breath when she thought she picked up an interesting scent, she found him clean as well.

Something inside her tingled. Bella couldn't understand it, of course; she had no experience with what her unconscious, instinctive self was thinking deep down in her soul ... and groin. But it effected her in ways that were indescribable. She continued to stare at him, realizing as the seconds went by that she was hoping he would turn and look to her ... and even talk to her. But, he didn't; someone called for his attention, and suddenly he was gone.

And now, here she was standing in the Dry Goods store facing him as he offered to pay for a portion of her desperately needed groceries. She felt her face go cold as the blood rushed from it. Then, after he repeated his offer, Bella felt her face explode with a suddenly reversal of blood. She diverted her eyes to the floor, unable to maintain her viewing of the man.

She didn't know what to say, but the Widow Marker most certainly did. Knowing Butch far better than did Bella, the store owner said to the outlaw, "Three dollars, two bits, Butch..."

And then without hesitation, she grabbed a paper wrapped package of bacon that she'd wrapped for another customer who hadn't arrived yet and added without shame, "Oh! I forgot the bacon. Sorry. That's another six bits, Butch. That okay with you?"

 

[yaturtle]

Butch had settled his tab as he always did after a little friendly haggling with the Widow Marker. The old girl was sharp as tack never missing a thing going on her store including the look in butch's eye when the sweet girl he had seen over new year's entered the store. The widow grinned as she watched Butch pretend to keep shopping while he thought up an excuse to introduce himself. She even gave him a small wink when she declared the girl was short the money needed for her goods. Butch didn't mind at all when she added the bacon to her tally. The widow was worth her weight in gold in information or lack there of when people inquired about him. And now she had ensured he had an excuse to meet the young lady. " That's fine by me mam he said with a nod. " Butch quickly reached down to scoop up her shopping sacks and carry them out . " Please allow me to help you with these miss , they surly must be heavy". Bella blushed from head to foot before she managed to stutter out a thank you and follow him out.

 

[BellaMiles]

"That's fine by me mam," Butch told the widow.

As Butch scooped up her purchases, Bella turned to look at the store owner with a bit of panic. She was used to the Sheriff or Deputy Tommy or one of the older farmers or ranchers or business owners offering a hand at times. Most often, they were married men from whom Bella had had no fear of inappropriate behavior; when they were single men or married men of whom she'd heard horrid stories of lewd behavior toward women -- even extramarital affairs -- Bella always did her best to draw a third individual close, to ensure that she didn't find herself in an awkward situation.

This man wasn't married, he was single; more frightening still, he was Butch Cassidy, outlaw bank, stage, and train robber extraordinaire. Bella should be near him at all, let alone walking out the store right behind him while he carried her purchases. And yet...

"Thank you, Mister Cassidy," Bella found herself suddenly saying as she fell in behind him, "that's very kind of you."

Somehow, he skillfully held hold of her packages and opened the door for her passage outward. Before she exited, she glanced back and found Widow Barker smiling, then winking to her just as she had Butch earlier. Again, Bella blushed a fiery red. What in the world is she thinking?[/b] Bella wondered in horror. I'm the schoolmarm, and he's a ... well, he's Butch Cassidy!

Just as they would still be doing four years from now, just before leaving Rockridge for parts unknown, Bella and Clara were making their visits to town with Raleigh pulling a two wheeled cart. Bella gestured Butch toward it, but he either already knew it was hers or had simply guessed it. After he loaded up her purchases, Bella simply stood before Butch, trying to maintain eye contact with him but failing, her shyness too overwhelming.

"I, um, I, I want, I want to thank you again, Mister Cassidy," she managed to barely get out. She looked around to see if anyone was looking their way, indeed finding at least half a dozen pairs of eyes set upon them. She blushed yet one more time, saying meekly, "I should probably get home. But ... again, thank you."

 

[yaturtle]

"Oh no trouble at all " butch quickly removed his hat and pressed to his chest.
Ah miss....pardon i'm afraid I never did catch your name?

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella couldn't help but blush again. Never before had a man asked for her name like this. In the past, her mother or father had always been with her, and one of them had always performed the introductions, if introductions were done at all.

"Bella, Mister Cassidy," she managed in a soft, timid tone. "Bella Sundance."

She looked around to find fewer eyes staring her way but some definitely fixed on her and the outlaw still.

Even though she'd told him she needed to leave, Bella still remained where she was, becoming more brave at looking up into the man's eyes ... and smiling.

 

[yaturtle]

Butch watched her face light up with a smile as he put is hat back on and cocked it to one side." My my , a perfect name to match that perty smile. He to was aware of their audience as they spoke. With a theatrical wave of his hand he said." You are aware that these hills a loaded with robbers n thieves. I wonder if you would do me the honor of escorting you safely home wit your things?.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella was immediately overjoyed at the idea of spending a little more time with the handsome Butch Cassidy, but she was also aware that before the two of them even got out of town, the rumor mill would have spread the gossip from one end of Rockridge to the other.

Her face exploded into another fiery blush as her eyes fell to the ground. After a moment, Bella said in a meek, barely audible voice, "I ... I don't think that's a good idea, Mister Cassidy."

She peeked around again, caught the eyes boring into her, and turned quickly to skillfully hop up into the back of the cart and then leap onto Raleigh's back. But as she took the reins into her hands and made one last scan of her surroundings and the busy-bodies, she looked back to Butch and whispered softly, "I thank you for your kindness, Mister Cassidy. And ... I ... I would like to show my appreciation to you."

One last look about was followed by her eying the handsome man again -- after screwing up her courage and shooing away the inappropriateness of doing so -- Bella offered, "Would you be interested in having dinner with me and my family tonight? My mother, Sarah Miles, and my sister, Clara. It won't be fancy or nothing like that, but there'll be meat."

That was a big thing in the Miles Household, sitting down to a dinner of meat. Times had been hard since her father's death, obviously, and they'd subsisted on a much more lean diet than they had in previous years.

Bella smiled broadly and added with pride, "I'll bake a pie, if'n you say yes ... if'n you accept the invitation."

 

[yaturtle]

Butch tied Tempest to the post . He laughed once again at her mention of pie if he would accept her invite. She could have offered a glass of water ,any man would have to be a fool to say no. He had gone back and cleaned up best he could ,with a shave and a clean shirt from the dry goods store. The widow picked it out herself and chastened him to behave for once in his life. The door swung open open a' for he could even knock.

 

[BellaMiles]

Earlier:

"Mister Cassidy is going to join us for dinner," Bella told her mother and sister a few minutes after she'd returned home. The two other women simply stared at the then-22 year old in silence. Uncertain if she needed to be clearer for her only remaining relatives, Bella clarified, "Mister Butch Cassidy."

A frantic, fast paced, confusing conversation erupted as to how this had come to be the plans for the evening. Bella explained what had happened at Widow Marker's place, inside and outside, after which her mother seemed to become two absolutely opposite people at the same time.

Sarah Sundance knew all about who and what Butch Cassidy was, and at the same time she hated and loved the idea of him coming out to their humble abode to call upon her eldest daughter. She hated it because she'd spent all of her life protecting Bella -- and Clara, too, of course -- from men of all stripes who only ever wanted one thing from a woman: access to the warm, wet comfort of their vaginas.

But a the same time -- and this was what was tearing the God-fearing woman apart -- Sarah also knew that if Butch Cassidy took to Bella, which of course he would or possibly already had, then he would also take care of the young woman in the same way Bella's father had taken care of Sarah after they'd become intimate and she'd come up pregnant.

Sarah would never have imagined that she would be rooting for her daughter to become involved with an outlaw. But things had been tough since her husband's death, and they'd only gotten tougher when she herself had taken ill a couple of years ago. Sarah had always imagined her Bella standing on the dais at the front of the Rockridge Church, dressed all in white, exchanging vows with a man who would make her happy and keep her safe, or at the least just the latter of the two.

Now, Sarah would simply be happy to have her daughter entertaining a man who had a reputation for compensating his lovers with such things as a credit account at the Rockridge merchants or a wrangled steer being tied up outside a lover's home a few days after she'd shown him a good time.

She could never share such thoughts with the Preacher in town or with any of her woman friends. But sometimes a woman had to do what she had to do, and tonight what Sarah Miles had to do was turn her daughter into the one woman in the world with whom the outlaw Butch Cassidy just couldn't do without.

They drew a hot bath in the old wood tub, trimmed her recently-turned-wild hair, painted her face -- not too much but at the least noticeable -- and put her in her best Sunday dress. Sarah sent Clara on Raleigh to a friend's house to quietly borrow back for the night a pair of nice boots and a gold pendant she'd secretly traded this past spring when things were really bad for a portion of a hind quarter of a hog.

When the three of them heard a horse whiney beyond the door, they all three went silent, stared at each other for the longest moment, then giggled loudly. Sarah told Clara -- who'd bathed and dressed in her Church clothes, too -- to get the door, and before the man could put his knuckles to the wooden surface, the younger sister ripped it open.

"Hi!" she blurted out, forgetting the greeting her mother had drilled into her for the last hour or more. Then, blushing and clearing her throat, Clara gave a bit of a curtsey -- totally spontaneous -- and said with a formal tone, "Good evening, Mister Cassidy. Won't you please come in."

She backed up, swinging the door open wider to reveal her older sister standing in the middle of the tiny cabin's main room, smiling broadly and rocking nervously on the uncomfortable, calf high, lace up boots. Bella's smile somehow widened ever further as Butch entered and greeted her.

To the side, Sarah's eyes threatened to glaze over with the thought -- the hope -- that tonight would be the first night in many nights that would begin with her daughter and the head of the Hole in the Wall Gang together.

(OOC: Just a reminder, this is what Bella looks like, though, this night she would have a full length dress on that would show off her figure without making her look slutty. Church dress. Just a bit of obvious cleavage, not titty titties every where. )

 

[yaturtle]

" Why thank You" Butch slowly used the hand that had just been knocking at thin air to remove his hat before he stepped inside. Taking is eyes of Bella reluctantly Butch turned towards Sarah . So nice of you to have me mam, it's very clear now where your daughter's beautiful smile comes from. He turned back to Clara with a wink " apparently both you're girls are blessed with it.

 

[BellaMiles]

Sarah's smile widened at the compliment meant for all three of the Miles women. "You're too kind, Mister Cassidy."

Then-14 year old Clara was beaming as she looked to her older sister and said softly, "He said my smile was beautiful."

Bella just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her mother gestured their guest to one of the chairs before the hearth; a fire was burning modestly, just enough to warm the house but not so much as to diminish their firewood supply too quickly.

"Bella, sit here," Sarah said after sitting in the chair nearest Butch. She directed her daughter to the chair on her other side; it put the two of them face to face by not side by side. When Clara gave her mother a hard glare -- there were only 3 chairs after all -- Sarah waggled a finger at one of the dining room tables and chastised, "Stop being a pain."

The other girl sat next to her sister, and for a long moment there was only silence as no one seemed to know what to day. Suddenly, the ever playful and somewhat naive Clara blurted out, "Are you gonna get rich robbing banks, Mister Cassidy?"

 

[yaturtle]

Butch's eye's popped open wide and he let out an embarrassed chuckle. Well I reckon that's a might better than being accused of being all hat and no cattle.
To be honest robin n stealing is not something you can do for very long. My intention is to make enough to buy me a good spread or business to settle down in.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Clara!" the girl's mother chastised at the rude question about Butch's occupation and its prospects for creating wealth.

But Butch took it all in stride. "Well I reckon that's a might better than being accused of being all hat and no cattle."

Clara giggled and crinkled her nose at her mother as if saying, See, he doesn't mind. The girl looked to her older sister and found Bella simply staring at the outlaw with fixed eyes. The teen gently kicked Bella's foot to jolt her sibling out of her reverie.

"To be honest," Butch continued, "Robbin'n'stealing is not something you can do for very long. My intention is to make enough to buy me a good spread or business to settle down in."

"With a wife, I presume," Sarah inquired with a suggestive tone, adding, "And eventually, I'd suspect children?"

Before he could respond, Clara was back at it. "A wife like Bella."

The older sibling's eyes widened in shocked embarrassment as she stared at Butch. She stood suddenly, knowing her face was exploding, and marched off toward the wood stove. "I have to check the pie."

"Maybe you can make babies with Bell--"

"Clara!" Sarah Miles spat out, her anger at her daughter's pertinence unquestionable. Then, in a quieter voice, she ordered, "Go to your room, young lady."

Clara began to whine, "But I haven't eaten, and we have a guest--"

"I will have your sister bring you a plate," Sarah said, standing to move over toward her daughter to emphasize her determination that the girl was to leave. "And it's because of our guest that you are going to your room."

Clara murmured some words of disappointment, but in the end she got up to leave, turning back to repeat that silly curtsey of hers before telling Butch, "It was good to meet you Mister Cassidy."

Sarah followed her younger daughter to the bedroom, then turned back to speak in whispers to her elder one. A moment later, Belle turned and returned to the seating area, this time sitting in her mother's chair, which put her knees just inches from Butch's own. She spoke about what they were having for dinner, then said to the man, "They say that never in your career have you ever killed anyone, Mister Cassidy. Is that true?"

 

[yaturtle]

Butch didn't care for the direction this conversation was headed , it was uncomfortable to talk on such thing's."You Sundance girls get right to the point I must say." He bit is lip and mulled over a response.
Technically she was correct. At least in terms of being the one to pull the trigger. "Well it's fair to say I'm against it if'n it can be avoided and I have personally not pulled the trigger that kilt nobody.....I'm afraid a judge wouldn't look at that way though. If'n it happened while any of the boy's were up to sumpin , I'm as guilty as the man who did it in the eyes of the law. Butch looked around wanting to change the subject..

That dinner smells mighty fine .

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella could tell that she'd struck a nerve with her question about Butch's use of deadly violence or lack there of. She was glad she asked the question, however; suddenly, Butch Cassidy looked to be as nervous as she'd back at the Dry Goods store.

She found it endearing and would never have expected that anyone, let alone she herself, could make the outlaw appear shy or reserved. She was tempted to stay on the subject but didn't; Bella wasn't the torturous type. At least not yet. Years from now, after they'd become lovers, Bella would sometimes drive Butch close to orgasm, only to suddenly dismount and not finish him off. She did it as punishment for his having been away working for so long.

They would always get right back to it and find their heavenly bliss, of course. But it would become a game that the currently virtuous and naïve Bella could never have imagined playing on this evening, particularly with an outlaw like Butch Cassidy.

"Please tell me about this ranch you see in your future, Mister Cassidy" Bella requested, giving the man the break after which he was desperately seeking. "Would it be here, in Rockridge? Or in the Hole in the Wall? Or would you have to leave the Territory because the Law would be seeking your capture?"

Bella knew all about the Friends of the Gang and about how Butch could always seek and find support in and around this community. But she also knew that the Territorial Marshalls and something called the Pinkerton Detective Agency were most definitely not friends of Butch Cassidy. She'd learn what that really meant 4 years from now, after a failed robbery in Long Branch changed the lives of Butch, Bella, and even her sister Clara in previously unimaginable ways.

They spoke in length on the subject of his ranch, more often than not just the two of them; Bella's mother tried to give the pair their space, though that was hard to do in a 2 room cabin. Bella was always ready with another question that would keep Butch talking about his future and about his life in general, as any good hostess would be.

When dinner finally began, Clara was once again allowed out of the bedroom. She behaved more appropriately this time around, though -- in her mother's opinion -- she spent too much time ogling and smiling to their guest. Who could have known that one day, after she'd reached that milestone age of 18, Clara -- like her sister before her -- would become as intimate with Butch Cassidy as her older sister was?

With dinner finally completed and the quarter of the pie not finished carefully wrapped in wax paper for Butch to take with him, the three women bid farewell to their guest on the home's front porch. In line with her desire to see the outlaw become her elder daughter's man -- with or without exchanged vows -- Sarah took her younger daughter inside, leaving the other two alone together.

"I'm so very happy you came to dinner, Mister Cassidy," Bella said with a sincere tone and delighted smile. Blushing, she suggested, "Perhaps you will bless us with a visit in the near future?"

They chatted a bit more, and as they did, Bella was finding herself feeling something she'd never felt before: lust. Oh, she didn't know it was lust, of course; even at 22, she was still a naïve young thing who barely understood the nature and purpose of intercourse as the mode of perpetuating the species, let alone finding one's joyous delight via deeply felt sexual climax. In contrast to most other women her age, Bella Sundance had only discovered the pleasure of putting her own fingers to that sensitive area between her thighs a year prior, and to date she was still yet to discover that -- when properly done -- such touch could achieve the wonder of orgasm.

Bella walked Butch out to his horse, tied to the rails of their milking cow's pen, and before she knew what she was doing she informed the man of her yet-to-be-understood dreams, "In the mornings, 'bout an hour after sunrise ... I, um ... I sometimes take walks ... down by the stream."

She looked off toward the wooded area just under a quarter mile away on the opposite side of the Miles property from town. Looking back to Butch, she gave him a smile that was surrounded by flushed skin, then turned suddenly and rushed back to the house. Bella stopped at the door, looked back, waved ... and then shocked herself again by blowing the outlaw Butch Cassidy a kiss before disappearing inside her home.

(OOC: Sometimes I just can't fucking stop writing! I need medication!! Just kidding. )