Provoke Rufus

“Cow shit, huh? Well, I guess you know a great deal about that…” Pike said, with a grin on his lips.
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Rufus shot back in reply.
“Ah, a bit slow as well… but I believe that is a quite common side-effect of keeping it in the family?”
“Look, what the fuck are you on about?” Rufus was looking a tad confused.
“Nothing much, I’m just suggesting that you might have been a bit smarter if your parents hadn’t been related by blood. That’s all.” Pike’s grin grew wider.

Pike’s derogatory comments proved to be the last straw for Rufus, who pulled his gun away from Lucy’s head and aimed it at Pike while screaming “You fucker!”
Pike was faster, and Rufus scream turned in a loud cry as his right ear was blown away by a .44 slug.
Collapsing on the boardwalk, Rufus would be out of the fight for a while, so Pike quickly turned his gun and shot one of Rufus’ men in the gut.

Betsy managed to blast away another of the robbers with her shotgun, while Running Cub leapt out of his hiding place behind the corner and dropped another of them.
However, there had been another robber right next to the one that Running Cub shot, and that one turned round and shot Running Cub, sending the Indian onto his back. From her spot across the street, Lisa got of a shot that downed the robber who had hit Running Cub.

Seeing that Lucy stood frozen in the middle of the fire fight; screaming her head of in pure horror, Pike ran across the boardwalk and threw himself over Lucy; knocking the girl down.

The last robber, bullets flying all around him, got Rufus up on his feet and began to dragging his leader with while shooting at Belle and Lisa.
Aiming carefully while kneeling, Lisa fired her rifle again and hit the last robber in the head.
Rufus, however, managed to leap behind a corner before anyone got a chance to shoot him.

Getting up and running after Rufus, Pike flew round the corner and saw how Rufus was now running down the alley to the right of Betsy’s brothel.
Deciding not to use an unnecessary amount of ****, Pike aimed carefully and then fired again.

Rufus cried out and fell to the ground again as a good chunk of his right buttock was blown away by the large bullet.

The town’s doctor had appeared, and was currently busy patching up Running Cub’s leg.
It turned out that the Indian deputy would soon recover from the wound.
Five of the eight men that had rode into town alongside Rufus would not recover at all, but would soon take up permanent lodgings at the far end of the local cemetery.

“That was pretty goddamn gutsy of you…” Lisa stood next to Pike. A few yards from them, Rufus was lying on his stomach, chanting obscenities and holding his shot-up butt.
Pike looked at the busty sheriff: the cum hadn’t completely dried into her skin yet, and so there were clearly visible patches of white on her tanned skin.
Still holding his gun, since his holster was back in the sheriff’s office, Pike replied:
“Yeah, but I couldn’t let them ride away with her. So I figured that the best thing to do was to provoke that manure-feasting, inbred motherfucker into trying to shoot me.”
“Just warn me beforehand next time, ok?” Lisa looked Pike in the eyes, “And until Running Cub can walk again, you’re the new deputy.”

Running Cub had now been carried into Betsy’s Brothel, and the busty redheaded brothel-keep had already vouched that she and her girls would look after him until he was healthy again.
Pike couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the weathered Indian lying naked in a queen-sized bed while two of Betsy’s girls looked after him.
“Hey kid, how you feeling?” Pike asked.
“Well, a White jerk has just managed to get me shot and has deprived me of my living… I’ve never ever felt more like an Indian than I do right now!” Running Cub shot back, before taking a swig out of a whiskey bottle.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Pike left Running Cub in the able hands of the women, eagerly hoping that Lisa hadn’t put on some clothes yet.

Looking on as the newcomer left, Running Cub smiled as he felt how one of the two whores, a husky young Hispanic girl named Candy, started stroking his cock slowly.