Hillbilly AU

I am all done **** Girl and want to do something fun and different. Plus...I miss my Bailey babies terribly! I decided not to do variable names on this path plus it is written in the first person with a new protagonist. Hope we can have some fun! :)

Some mood music.

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The tortured screams of my horse cuts off dead quiet as the shot from my Colt army revolver rings out through the rain soaked forest.

“FUCK!”

I jam my gun back into its holster and heave my saddle bags up over my shoulder. A broken leg, shoulder deep in mucky swamp, miles from nowhere, I had **** but to put my trusty old mare down. God damn it! This just set me back Lord knows how much. Ankle deep in mud I look about through the near impenetrable foliage looking for where the trail was supposed to be. This is a fucking road? What they consider a road down here is far sight different from where I come from. Maybe I did take a wrong turn back there this morning, but I would have sworn this was the right way. It started off well enough but the further I went the more the path seemed to disappear right out from under me.

Perhaps I was lost but first things first, I had to get out of this boggy valley before these big Appalachian mosquitoes and flies ate me alive. I was losing light and wanted to at least find a proper road before bedding down for the night. I straighten my stetson and focus ahead then set to walking.

I had only been hiking five or ten minutes and was climbing toward a ridge when a pair of figures come up over the rise upon an enormous black stallion, the type of horse usually used for draft work not for riding. They seemed to be looking for me, likely drawn this way by the sound of my gun. Thank Christ!

“Hey there!” I call out and wave. “Down here.”

Crashing through the underbrush I make my way up toward them. They sit up on their mighty steed watching me approach with a look of bewildered curiosity. As I get closer I am surprised to see they are two of the prettiest damn ladies I ever saw! My god they grew them beautiful up in these parts. The one riding is a tall powerfully built woman with long blond hair back in a single thick braid and intense hazel eyes. She wore working clothes, a man’s white shirt and denim pants to be specific, with leather cowboy style riding boots, leather gloves, and a black flat brimmed hat. Over her shoulder was a double barrel shotgun. One look at her I could tell she handled that great beast beneath her with ease.

In behind her riding side saddle is a pretty gal of maybe twenty years, slim of waist and bust. In fact she had no bosom to speak of unlike her big titted partner. She wore a simple cotton dress embroidered with little blue and orange field flowers. She had shoulder length brown hair and rich chestnut brown eyes along with some rouge one her fine cheeks and ruby red on her fine lips. She held a sort of patchwork umbrella over both of them in one hand and held around the waist of the rider with her other arm. As I get closer this one slips off to land deftly on the ground. It is then I notice the gunbelt around her lean waist. This stops me in my tracks.

“Er, howdy ma’am.” I give her a nod, to which they both chuckle for some reason, then another nod to the one up on the horse. “Ma’am.”

They continue staring at me, studying me like I were some rare mythical creature coming up out of the bush. Not a word is said. I had heard these mountain folk could be a tad eccentric living out here so far from modern civilization. Keeping my tone respectful and friendly I continue.

“Is this the road to Chattanooga?”

“Road? Chattanooga?” The pretty gal with the umbrella giggles. “Aw mister, you as lost as a pig in a chicken coop.”

“He he he.” The other laughs ominously. “Lost little piggie.”

“Riiight.” I say. “Listen, I had to put my horse down back there.” I pat my heavy saddle bags. “If you could direct me toward the nearest town I would be very grateful.”

“I suppose family be waitin on ya?” The one on the ground asks, completely ignoring my request.

“No. I’m new to these parts.” I say. “Just passing through on my way to Texas.”

“What’s in Texas?”

“I read in the papers they got this oil boom going on down there. Lots of work for every able bodied man.” I say. “I got experience working with the law. Thought maybe they might be needing a good deputy or even private security for a company.” With both of them armed I wanted to be sure I put my background out there so they didn’t get any funny ideas. “My name is…”

“A law man!” The slim one interrupts. “Oh my, oh my. We ain’t seen law out here since…since…well I can’t member when.”

“Got no law round here city man.” The blond says firmly. “Got no need for it. We look after our own in these parts. Don’t need no gov’ment or law dogs sniffin round here.”

“Right, of course.” I could feel this interaction turning sour fast. “Well right now I am unaffiliated and unemployed so no worries there. Just passing through.”

“He talks pretty.” The younger one says. “That funny accent and fancy city talk. Unaffailiated, what you think that means Fiona?”

“I think it means he all alone and a long way from home little Jessie.”

“He he he.” Jessie giggles. “Just the kinda man Auntie is lookin fer. What luck!”

I did not like the sound of that! My nerves on edge I start glancing around for a road or trail I could take my leave by.

“Looks like yer comin with us law boy.” Fiona says…as she starts to pull the shotgun from her shoulder!

I go for my weapon and, in the blink of an eye, young Jessie has her revolver drawn and pointed straight at my heart in a rock steady hand. I freeze, she’d gotten the better of me flat out. I had once watched a fast draw competition at one of Buffalo Bill’s wild west shows and this gal put them all to shame! In her other hand she still casually held her umbrella.

“I like ya city man, but I’ll burn ya down if you even think of drawing that iron.” The words were bad enough but it was sweet innocent way she said it that chilled me to the bone. As I stare at her wondering if she was for real…she winks at me! Was this fun and games to her?

“Now listen young missy…”

“You keep calling me missy and I am liable to lose my temper.” She cocks the hammer. “You won’t like me angry.”

“Whatever you say ma’am.” I slowly take my hand away from my side arm and raise them in surrender.

“Ma’am? God you is stupid.” She raises her gun, pointing it straight at my head.

“Woah now! Woah, woah, woah! I think we got off on a wrong foot.” I say. “Is it money you want? I don’t have much but…”

“Thick as pig shit this little piggie man.” The big blond slips off the saddle, shotgun in hand. As she walks around the steed what I see does nothing to settle my fears. The one with the pistol trained on me looked a bit amused but mostly calm, in this woman’s eyes I see a fiery bloodlust. She WANTED me to try something. She had the eyes of a killer. Oh Christ, what have I walked into here? “Ain’t you listenin?” She says. “We don’t want money, it’s you we want boy.”

She approaches me from the right as the other keeps her gun trained on me. Standing as tall as me and with the muscular build of a woman who did hard physical labor for a living she was a sight to behold. Out from under the umbrella the rain had quickly soaked the woman’s shirt letting me get a good view of her full breasts and dark nipples through the wet cloth. It is then I see the front of her trousers.

“What the hell you staring at city man?” Jessie snaps angrily.

“She…?” I cannot stop staring at the prominent bulge filling the front of the blond’s crotch. It could only be one thing, but it made no sense. The figure of Fiona was all woman but what I was seeing in her pants was anything but. I could even make out the shape a bit!

The blond grabs her bulge to give it a scratch. “He’s lookin at my goods little brother. I think he wants to fuck me!”

“B-brother!?” I was reeling. Suddenly up was down and left was right. Nothing made sense here.

My head snaps back to look at the other one in the pretty dress. Jessie’s amused grin was long gone and turned into a grim glare, her….his?…soft voice as cold as ice. “You ain’t kin city man! You ain’t Bailey blood. Don’t you be gettin any funny notions bout my sister.”

“I…I…wasn’t…”

“What do you want to do with him Jessie?”

“Auntie will want him, no doubt. In the meantime we take him to Daddy.” Jessie says. “Daddy’ll know what to do. Put him to sleep big sister.”

“Yes sir!”

Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of movement followed by bright stars followed by a face full of wet earth and grass. Everything then fades to black.