The Sheriff and the raid on the thieves' camp

There it was, the horse thieves’ camp. The scout did a good job, as always. Hopefully catching them would go just as smoothly. Mary inhaled deeply but quietly, then gave her men signs to assume their predetermined positions. Sheriff and five deputies should be enough to capture four horse thieves and not take any casualties.

Mary Anne Hornney was a rare sight in the West, as far as she knew, she was the only female sheriff in all of the surrounding counties; and she sure did her job as good… Nah! better than any man would. The town of Tytepoos was a safe and clean place and most of the credit fell to the sheriff.

To say that she was pretty would be an understatement, but most men did not have a broader vocabulary anyway. She was thirty two years old and stayed in a perfect shape. She was 5’7” tall, had long legs, feminine curves and broad strong shoulders. Her huge E-cup breasts were sometimes a nuisance, before operations like this one she had to wrap them carefully so that they would not bounce too much. Mary’s red hair were thick and wavy, she usually kept them tied into a braid which reached the middle of her back. Her large blue eyes were friendly, but also shone with toughness and intelligence that hid behind them. Mary had one more trait that could potentially impede her success as a sheriff, but she had learnt to contain it - high libido.

Two deputies went to the north and two to the south, the sheriff and her last man would approach the camp from the east, all as planned; a wide river created a natural barrier from the west. One thief was a sentry, three others seemed to be asleep. The night was starry, so the lawman could not sneak to close, but they managed to get within shot range unnoticed. Mary Anne could not shoot a man straight away, even a horse thief, she at least had to give him a chance to surrender.

She straightened up, aimed her gun and shouted:

“Sheriff Hornney. Don’t move!”

The man did not listen. He reached for his gun and Mary Anne fired. Only once. The thief dropped to the ground. The sheriff and the deputies stormed in, the other thieves surrendered and were arrested. The lawman tied the thieves and gathered the stolen horses; they had to get the whole bunch to the town. The corpse too, because the shot thief was dead.

The excitement inducted by the ambush was strong in itself, but killing a man, even a criminal, heavily increased the stressfulness of the entire action. All these emotions had always caused arousal in Mary Anne, not that she was a pervert who got turned on by killing people, it was just the effect of adrenaline. She had heard that it worked like that for men, especially soldiers in combat, but as far as she was aware she was the only woman to react in such a way. She would gladly fuck all of her deputies right there and then to let off the steam. But she was a professional and had enough will power to control her primal urges. For now at least, she had means to fulfil her desires later.