Red Horse

Late summer of !855....Jane could see the Rocky Mountains from the meadow. A Pioneer woman who had just buried her husband, Seth three weeks prior....who died of gang green from a bear attack. Jane was alone and determined to finish going west but she traveled every mile with fear in her heart.

The stories she had heard from folks back east about wild animals and Indians were terrifying. She and Seth were with a Wagon Train but Seth had gotten in a fight with the Wagon Master. Seth wanted to travel at night by moonlight and the Wagon Master refused.

Seth and Jane went north of the wagon train and tried to parallel but were soon far too north. All that Jane had to protect her now was Seth's Sharps rifle and a hunting knife. Jane had stopped in the middle of a small creek to water the four horses. There was a slight breeze and a few stray clouds moving slowly across the big blue sky. She decided to let the horses graze in the tall grass for a bit and then she would go until she found a good place to camp overnight.

While the horses grazed...Jane went to the creek with her wooden bucket to fill the water barrels full again. With rifle in one hand and bucket in the other...she scooped the bucket into the shallow running water. She stood up and saw his shadow in the ripples. She froze....she waited for the shadow to move and she prepared herself to fight. If she could drop the bucket and swing the rifle around fast enough...she might have a chance.

She took a deep breath and did just that. Halfway through her turn...the rifle went off and fired into the ground. Jane gasped as she saw the Indian standing a few feet away from her. He was a Sioux brave. He was holding a large knife in his right hand but not in a threatening manner. Jane dropped the rifle and pulled Seth's knife that she had stuck down in a cloth belt wrapped around her waist. She put the knife to her throat and screamed,"You shall not take me....I will die before I let you touch me!"

The Indian cocked his head to the side..gave her a little smile and dropped his knife in the high grass. Jane pulled the knife down from her throat and said loudly,"I just want to go west....do you understand?" He folded his muscular arms and just stared at her. For some reason...his long black hair blowing in the breeze seemed to calm her fear. "He was a beautiful specimen of a male" she thought as she asked,"What is your name?" She pointed at herself and said,"Jane...I am Jane."

She pointed at him but got no response. She repeated herself and pointed at him again. He pointed across the creek to a rusty colored, reddish brown horse that walked up the bank towards him. Jane said,"Red Horse....your name is Red Horse?" He nodded,"Yes" but didn't say a word. He stepped a little closer as Jane dropped the hand she held the knife in to her side.
Like lightning...he lunged and took the knife from her. She jumped back and screamed in fear.

Red Horse looked at the knife, sniffed it....then threw it at the wagon...sticking it in the side of a water barrel. He folded his arms again...stood and looked at her. She was trembling...now totally defenseless. Her fear began turning into anger. She huffed and said,"Well then...I do know what you want now....I shall not fight you...you are far to powerful!"

She untied her white bonnet and dropped it. She took the pins from her hair and let her blond hair fall to her shoulders. She removed the large blue bow at the neck and unbuttoned the front of her dress. Red Horse showed no emotion on his face...he just stared. She pulled the light blue dress from her shoulders...then past her waist She nervously untied her flounced muslin petticoat and pushed it down.

She stepped out of the clothing and then removed the rest of her undergarments. She stood and blushing...softly crying as she said,"Please be quick." Red Horse looked at her pile of clothing and then at her. She was covering her breasts with her hands. He could see.... such a beautiful body she had. His eyes followed every curve of this light skinned woman who for some reason had taken her clothes off. He motioned for his horse to come to him and it trotted to his side and stood.

He motioned for Jane to step forward. She nervously did as he wanted. He pointed for her to get on the horse. She slowly stepped by the horse...put her hand on the horse's back as Red Horse grabbed her waist and lifted her to sit. He then pulled at her right side laced boot as if to take it off. Jane smacked his hand away and untied her boots. She pulled them off and then turned to straddle the horse's back. Red horse looked up at her as her dropped his leather pants.

She caught a glimpse of his member but then quickly looked straight ahead. She thought that she was realizing her worst fears of being taken to an Indian camp...forced to serve as a white slave. Red Horse jumped on behind her and patted the horse twice. The horse began to walk in the meadow. He reached under her arms and gently touched her stomach. He lightly moved his hands over her legs, hands, arms and shoulders. He put his face in her hair and cupped her breasts with his hands.

Jane was resistant to all of what he was doing but it sure was different than the way Seth treated her. Seth would always just pretty much climb between her legs and be done within a few strokes. Red Horse began to slightly pull her nipples with his fingers. Jane could feel his stiffening member on her back.

The movement of the horse walking began to feel quite pleasant beneath her. She looked down and saw his dark fingers fondling her white breasts. What he was doing felt good...it felt really good. He kept fondling her breasts with his left hand....moved his right hand slowly down her stomach to her golden mound.

Red Horse began gently rubbing with the motion of the horse's steps. Jane grabbed his left hand with both of her hands and pressed his hand harder to her breast. This had already gone far past anything she had ever experienced sexually. His strong hand on her mound felt so good. She was feeling things inside that were totally new to her. This man was stimulating every part of her. She reached behind her back and grabbed his member. It felt as muscular as his body.

All of the sudden.....Red Horse twisted at her waist for her to face him. She pulled her right leg over and then put both of her legs over his. She looked in his dark brown eyes and felt no fear at all...only pleasure...intense pleasure. He lifted her waist and pulled her in tightly. She reached between her legs and positioned the head in place. His member was long, hard and thick. The motion of the horse eased it into her. Jane buried her face in his long black hair and he swatted the horse to trot.

She crossed her legs behind his back and held on. He smacked the horse again and it stopped. He leaned her back...took her hands and guided her to hang on to the horses mane. He locked his arms under her knees and began slowly humping into her. He pinched both of her erect nipples with his fingers as Jane began to moan. He humped a little more...then pulled out..... suddenly had her turn over. She locked her arms around the horses neck and he entered her from behind.

He slapped the horse and it sprinted into a run. Red horse began humping hard while grasping her thighs with his hands. Jane moaned louder and louder as she felt the horses back on her mound and Red Horse's member moving in and out inside her. Jane began humping against the horse's back and backing up to Red Horse's member. Her moans turned to screams as the fluttering turned into trembling quakes. She cried out in tears of pleasure as the gushing came. She felt every pump of his large member as he filled her with hot semen.

Jane could feel his sweat dripping on her back as she smiled with heavenly pleasure. They were both breathing hard as the horse came to a stop. Red Horse moved his hands gently over her back..around to her stomach and pulled her up close to him. Her mound and the horse's back were soaked. Jane had never felt anything close to that. This was her first orgasm and it was with a man who's kind she had feared most of her life.

They rode back to her wagon and gathered their clothing and got dressed. Red Horse climbed up on his horse and motioned for Jane to follow him. Sundown came and then the moonlight blanketed over the mountain peeks. She could see his silhouette ahead as they traveled quite a few miles.

She pulled the wagon just over a small hill and saw campfires of the wagon train. Red horse rode along side her until she was a few hundred yards away. He took an Eagle feather, laced with leather and beads from his hair and handed it to her.

Jane took her hunting knife...cut a long lock of her hair and handed it to him. He smiled in the moonlight...turned his horse away and rode off into the night. The people of the wagon train were amazed the Jane had made it on her own. The Wagon Master asked her if she had encountered any savages? Jane said,"No...just a Red Horse.