The Daughter - C.B. Cooper (most life changing books .txt) 📗

that’s fer sure. How do ya reckon she ended up there?”
“She told me she was married, her husband was in the war for only a short time when she she got word that he had been killed in battle. Then, right after that, her mother passed away, leaving her father alone, now she does what she has to to take care of him.”
Zeb shook his head sadly, “That’s to bad. You suppose her daddy knows what she’s doing to support herself, and him.”
“I’m not sure. I really doubt it though.”
They rode in silence, following the well defined trail, until they came upon a suitable area to camp over night. Zeb went into the woods in search of dry wood to build a fire, as Sam unloaded their gear and fed and picketed the horses.
Once the fire was going and the stew was on, they sat back relaxing with their hot, steaming cups of coffee.
Zeb bent to stir the stew. “You ever been married?”
“Nope.”
Zeb harrumphed, “Smart man. Most of them women will give ya nothing’ but trouble.”
He smiled across the fire, “But every once in while, one comes along that’s nothin’ like you’ve ever seen, and they make ya feel all sorts a things you’ve never felt before. It’s kinda like coming upon a rose in the middle of the desert, it’ll give ya a start, then it’ll steal yer heart- and that’s how it happens.”
Sam knew what Zeb was getting at, “I didn’t know you were a poet, Zeb. But, I’m not in love with Libby.”
“Didn’t say ya were, just telling’ ya like it is, is all.”
Sam watched the flames, his thoughts growing serious. Listening to Libby talk about her father had refreshed his need to get to Gracie as fast as possible. He hated the thought of not knowing what she was doing, where she was and if she was safe…

The man watched the woman’s head emerge from the inky black water of the large pond, her hands wiping the moisture from her eyes.
He had come upon a set of fresh horse tracks while riding to meet the gang at their hideout. Well, really it was just an old rundown abandoned shack, but it was off the beaten path and suited their purposes perfectly. They were meeting to discuss their next job, a bank down by Amarillo, that was badly in need of being robbed. Harris and Judd had volunteered to go down and scope it out, they were back now, so the gang could go over the details and devise a plan of attack.
Miles was getting low on funds, and was looking forward rolling the big job so he could pay a visit to one Miss Lacey at the Four Aces saloon, back in Ballis.
Miss Lacey’s ‘special services’ did not come cheap. Like any whore, if you payed them enough, they’d let you do anything, no matter how much it hurt them, and that anything is what he wanted most. Only, he didn’t have enough to cover what he wanted, and she did not- under any circumstances- extend credit. Fucking whores anyways.
Miles watched the woman as she made her way back to the shore. Her naked body gleaming slick and wet in the low light of sunset, her nipples hard from the cold water.
He couldn’t afford Miss Lacey, but now he knew where he could get those same services for free.
He knew for certain the woman was alone. He had slowly circled the area and found no one but her and her tall black horse. He was still a good three miles away from the cabin, so there would be no one to hear her scream. And if he hid her body back in the tree’s when he was done, no one would ever be the wiser.
As he prepared to step out of the woods, he smiled to himself. How often does a present such as this just fall into your lap? Not often enough, he thought, reaching down to rub the bulge in his pants, not often enough.
The woman was making it easy for him. After bathing she had grabbed a blanket and spread it on the ground. Laying on it, naked, she was catching the last rays of the day to dry her body, her eyes closed, lips slighty open, relaxing.
Miles drew his gun and crept silently towards her.
She was humming a tune that he had never heard before as he walked up. The humming helped drown out his footfalls, letting him get right up on her before she opened her eyes.
He expected her to be startled, scream with fright and try to get away, but instead she just looked at him cooly, ignoring the gun in his hand.
“I was wondering when you were going to come out.”
Miles was momentarily caught off guard. “You were waiting for me?”
She smiled, even though the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Of course.”
“Why?” he asked, bewildered.
She slowly drew one knee up, spreading her legs. “Why do you think?”
Oh man, he thought as he licked his lips. Was this some sort of dream? He didn’t remember falling asleep. Things like this just did not happen, and if they did, they sure as hell never happened to him, maybe it was some sort of trap? Nervously he began scanning the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
“It’s not a trap.” she murmured impatiently.
Miles looked at her, startled. What’d she do, read his mind? “I didn’t say it was.”
She spread her legs a little farther, and ran a delicate hand down her flat stomach. “Then what are you looking around for… when what you want is right here?”
Miles looked into her eyes and felt a chill run down his back. They were black. Not brown or blue or green, they were completely black. What the fuck is going on here, he thought wildly. Who is this woman, girl really, now that her got a good look at her face, and why was she out here by herself ? Women didn’t travel alone, especially in these parts.
His heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. Why was he suddenly scared of her? Hell, he was the one with the gun, and she was laying there defenseless as a newborn babe, and just as naked. Quit being such a pussy, he scoffed at himself, just take your pants down and do the bitch.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, why you followed me here? Quit being a pussy and do me!” she yelled, startling him.
Miles jumped. “What the hell, lady! Who are you?” he demanded. This bitch was creeping him out. He was really starting to regret the fact that their hideout was so far away. He’d feel a lot better if the boys were here. That’s what he’d do, he’d take her to the cabin and they could all share her. Of course, he’d get to go first, since he was the one that found her.
Pointing the gun at her head, he said, “Get up.”
She smiled sweetly, “Of course, if that’s what you want.”
She rolled over onto her knees and reached for the front of his pants. Grabbing the fly, she jerked hard, hard enough to pop all the buttons open at once.
“What are you doing, lady!”
Easing his drawers down she teased, “You don’t really want to share me with your friends, do you?”
As she took him into her mouth, all of his fears abated as lust took over. And even when she took the gun from his hand and tossed it aside, he still wasn’t worried, because she was already pulling him down onto the blanket. Once his clothes were off, he even let her assume the dominant position on top, letting himself get lost in the expectant pleasure.
She wrapped a cool hand firmly around his dick, positioning herself over him.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the warm satiny feeling he knew was coming, and missed seeing her reach under the blanket for the knife she had hidden there earlier.
Blinding, white hot pain seared through him. He screamed, his whole body going rigid. Looking up at her through the pain and between the screams, he seen she was hanging onto his bloody member, dangling it in front of his face, a sinister smile stretched across her lips.
He bucked wildly, trying to throw the woman off of him and struggled to get his arms free from where she held them trapped against his body with her knees, but she held him like an iron vise. He screamed in terror and rage as she held up the bloody knife, the razor sharp edge glinting in the fading light. Poising it in front of her, she brought it down, slashing it across the exposed skin of his abdomen. His intestines spilled out onto the blanket.
He screamed again, but this time, the sound was cut short when she sliced through his vocal cords. Eyes bulging in pain and shock, he watched her eyes close in bliss as his blood sprayed across her face, reveling in it.
A few second later, his eyes drifted shut for the last time and his head slumped to the side.
Angel leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, tasting the coppery warm blood on her lips. “See you in hell, loverboy,” she whispered in his ear.
Standing over him, she looked down admiring her handy work, her black eyes gleaming in the twilight. Satisfied, she turned, smiling, and walked slowly back into the water, humming an eery tune.


Sam and Zeb camped along the red banks of the Washita river. Even though the weather had been holding mostly on the steady side, the water ran a deep muddy red, forcing them to use the water they carried for coffee and cooking.
It had been seven days since they had left the town of Red River behind, and Sam’s nerves had had him on high alert ever since.
Scratching the back of his neck, he muttered, “I’ll sure be glad to be shut of this country. I’ve felt like a bug under glass for the past week.”
“I know what ya mean, them injuns are keepin’ a close watch on us, that’s fer sure.”
“Well, as long as they keep their distance, I’ll be happy.” Stuffing his bed roll behind his saddle, he began stringing it in place while talking over his shoulder, “Come on Zeb, we’re burning daylight here.”
“I just thought of something.”
“What’s that?” Sam asked as he checked the cinch on his saddle. He’d come realize that the horse he had purchased back at the Fort, had the exceptional ability to bloat up and hold its breath for a long period of time. He’d almost been dumped, more than once, when his damn saddle had came loose and started slipping off sideways.
“I was thinking that maybe we shouldn’t have camped so close to the river. Ya know, the noise from the water makes it hard to hear if’n anybody’s sneaking up on us.”
Sam gave the horse a firm knee to the gut trying to get him to expell some of the excess air, “All the more reason to get a move on.” he said over his shoulder.
“I would, but now’s not a real good time to be makin’ any sudden movements.”
Sam turned to look at Zeb, puzzled. “What?”
Zeb nodded his head, looking to the east.
Several Indian bucks, Comanche from the looks of them, sat on horseback not fifty yards from their camp, watching the two men stoically.
Sharp thumbed the brim of his hat