Vengeance at Red Rock Pt 5:- Justice is Served
Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2025 10:27 am
With Clinton in the clutches of her nemesis the outlaw 'Four Fingers' McClaine, Nancy is desperate. Upon hearing the news she resolves to break out her lover but first she needs a plan. With the support of her loyal friend Rushing Sand, Nancy aims to rescue her beloved unknowing that this will set in motion a chain of events that will see her and her friends finally have their revenge on the outlaw. And in so doing finally return the rule of law to Red Rock...
Red Rock Flophouse, Wednesday 25th August 1884 10:00am
"Don't even think of trying to stop me Sand! Clinton's in that place and I'm not leaving him to the mercy of those thugs and I'am getting him out, with or without you!" Nancy stormed into the flop breathing heavily, behind her Sand gently placed her hand into the crook of her friends arm, turning her around. "Nancy will you stop for a second and consider. You've let him distract you from our goal." Nancy angrily tore her arm from her grasp. "And what if I actually want to have a life after all this? Someone to come back to, huh?! Besides, you've never liked him you're just jealous of what we have!" Sand sighed placing her hands on Nancy's arms. "It would be suicide to try anything now, don't you see McClaine is trying to lure us out." Nancy shook her head eyes full of tears. "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try! Wait Sand, you said now?" The young Navajo wiped away her tears. "Yes. While I may not agree we've been through too much for me to simply abandon you now. I made you an oath and I intend to keep it." Nancy sighed drawing her into a hug, Sand looked awkward at the unfamiliar gesture but accepted it all the same. "Thanks, Sand. I'am sorry for ever doubting you. You're right, we need a plan and I need a disguise to get in there." Pulling out of the hug Nancy smiled. "We should infiltrate in the evening. There will be fewer guards around and plenty of women out plying their trade in the back alleys. We ambush one and I will take her clothes. Once inside I take a look around and get him out." Sand nodded. "I will be by the rear entrance with horses, so we can escape and regroup to plan our next move." Nancy wiped the rest of the tears from her eyes, her eyes set with determination. "Tonight then. For now let's prepare and scout out the area." Nodding Sand fell instep behind her friend heading towards the brothel.
Deserted Alley, Behind Red Rock Blacksmithing and Livery, 18:00pm
The sounds of love making came together with the clicking of evening crickets as Nancy and Sand from the cover of the alley observed a young attractive prostitute making love to male bald member of McClaine's gang, back riding against the rear wall. The skirts of her periwinkle with black lace trim low cut dress hiked up exposing her long legs wrapped around her John's legs, as he thrusted inside her. Matching gloves clawing into the mans back. Nancy could tell that the whores sounds of pleasure were false all a rouse to heighten his pleasure and make him pay just that little bit more. "A disgusting practice. Has she no respect for herself, we should really put her out of her misery Nancy Cooper." Nancy sighed at her friends dismissal of the pretty little thing trying her best to survive, using her sweet heart shaped features high cheekbones and big doe shaped blue eyes to her advantage. Framed by long black curly hair. "She's just trying to make a living Sand. It's not her fault that this is the only work she could find, thanks to McClaine. Once we end him we will be freeing her. Her and everyone else. Wait, it looks like he's finished." She said as the sounds of intimacy died away, the girl panting dropping her skirts back down.
"So how much do I owe you, Wendy?" Said Pete buttoning up his trousers has she cleaned herself up with a handkerchief. "I would say my usual going rate of $100 bucks an hour, Pete. Are you good for that, Hun?" Pete sighed taking out his wallet. "You're lucky you are so perdy little Wendy because no other whore has the right to charge that much!" He said scandalously tossing $150 dollars at her feet. "That's because I'am the best in the west, Darling. Thank ya kindly." She purred in her Louisiana accent bending down to pick up her hard earned scratch, watching Pete storm away complaining about being ripped off. Hearing more footsteps enter the alley, Wendy looked up to she two very attractive young ladies standing before her; one a pretty redhead with a long braided ponytail while the other appeared mexican but with stunning mismatched eyes that reminded her of Mr McClaine. "Well you're both a damn sight more sweeter than my usual clients. Looking for something more softer than a man could give you? Just so you know I charge half for discerning young women like yourselves. But one at a time if you please." The redhead merely sighed her hand on her iron. "Take off your clothes now. I won't ask again." Wendy looked nervously at both women. "Look, l'am not that quick a girl. Pay up then we'll see where the -ugh!!" Wendy didn't see the right hook from the red head coming, bouncing off the wall with a pained squeak she slid down the wall unconscious leg spread wide open.
"I'am sorry girl but I haven't the time to be civilised not when the life of my beloved is at stake." Nancy said taking hold of the prostitute's ankles dragging into the alley as Sand kept watch. "A nice strike, Nancy. She never saw you coming." Nodding Nancy stripped down to her panties. "I have my uncle to thank for my quick right hook. Come let's strip her together we don't have anytime to waste." She said removing the whores earrings and necklace while Sand unlaced her dress from the rear, peeling it from her slim petite body revealing plump buoyant breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, a full trimmed womanhood topped with a thin black stripe of pubic hair and plum shaped ass. "So have you always found other women pleasing on the eye?" Nancy asked pulling off the girls dress gloves while Sand took off her shoes before rolling down her stockings, one leg at a time. "Yes but I have a particular liking for white women. I find them and you especially very attractive." She replied admiring the prostitute's naked form. After gently lowering the girls body to the ground Nancy put on her jewellery before getting dressed in the rest of her outfit while Sand bound the unconscious naked brunette with rope then gagged her with a white rag. "Then I'am flattered you think so my friend." Nancy grinned lacing up the dress.
"Huh? When we first spotted her I thought she had a bigger bust, but it seems that was just the bodice emphasising her bosom. Her clothes fit me quite well, don't you think?" Sand nodded looking her up and down. "It suits you better than it did her, besides it really brings out your eyes." Nancy smiled at the compliment as she noticed behind them the young bound prostitute stirring. "That's exactly what Clinton would say. Speaking of which I best go to him. You better put the 'best in the west' back to sleep." Hearing the muffled mewling of the bound prostitute Sand winked crouching by the struggling bound woman who screamed through her gag, tears streaming down her sweet face which was marred by a red bruise appearing on her right cheek. Snaking her arm around the girls neck Sand applied pressure, the girl's eyelids fluttered as she let out a muffled low sigh. "Shh! No more struggles..." The young Navajo whispered into her ear gently lowering the prostitute's head to the ground, the eyes rolling back into her skull as she slumped unconscious onto the ground her struggles ceasing. Sand then flipped the naked body onto her shoulder carrying her over to an empty barrel. "Good work, Sand. I will be back before you know it with Clinton in my arms. Be ready with those horses." Her friend nodded tipping the naked body into the barrel. "Good luck, Nancy Cooper." She beamed sealing the barrel shut as Nancy hugged her before leaving the alley, striding towards the Brothel.
The Red Lantern Brothel, 18:25pm
With her stolen dress, Nancy entered the Red Lantern finding it as she expected to be packed to the rafters with the many prostitute's serving the members of McClaine's gang, of both genders although she wasn't really surprised. Walking into the first floor she heard the booming voice of One Eyed Jimmy, one of McClaine's remaining lieutenants, a pockmarked ugly man with a shock of red hair under his bowler hat and his right eye covered by thick black leather eye patch. "Will one of you useless slags bring my fucking whiskey?" He cursed as a woman had her head buried in his lap. Hmm? A potential target of opportunity, getting rid of him will weaken him considerably. But main focus is getting Clinton out alive, I can worry about Jimmy later. Seeing a staircase through the parlour, Nancy worked her way through the crowd carefully avoiding the grasping hands of men and other women alike.
Coming through the doorway, Nancy noticed two male gang members standing guard over a wall under the staircase, neither of them were being serviced by whores. Interesting. I would bet Sidewinder that's a secret door leading down and that's where they are holding him! I must get down there but I need a distraction first to clear the guards. Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone after all. I will get rid of Jimmy first but how to do this? Nearby she overheard two young pretty prostitute's leaning against the wall on her left, one a blonde was clutching an empty tray while the other was a lithe short hispanic girl wearing a short yellow dress that left nothing to the imagination. "Damn that man, screaming for his god damn whiskey! I have a mind to poison him with the stuff we got for the rats!" She said in hushed whispers to her friend who shook her head, gently grabbing her arm. "Be careful who you say that around, Clarice. Or they may just string you up. But know you're not the only one thinking about it. Did you leave the bottle in the kitchen?" Clarice nodded. "Yeah Rosa. On the counter, I just can't bring myself to take to him. Someone else can take it to him, I hate the way he gropes my ass." Seeing the girls part, Nancy followed the blonde prostitute to the kitchen. Hanging back she waited until the woman had deposited the tray on the counter before leaving.
Walking into the deserted kitchen, Nancy could see the bottle of half full whiskey just sitting on the counter. Smiling she approached the counter rummaging through the cupboards. "Now where did they leave the rat poison...Ah here we are." Nancy smiled taking the box labelled with a large skull and crossbones. "Perfect for taking care of rats, of either the two or four legged variety." Uncorking the whiskey, she poured in a decent measure of the white powder stirring it into the amber liquid so it disappeared leaving no trace before replacing the box back into the cupboard. Corking the bottle, Nancy put into onto the tray scooping it up and walking back towards the parlour. "Hold on Clinton my love, I'am coming for you." She said under her breath.
"I won't ask anyone again. Where is my god damned whiskey?! If none of you slats will bring it too me then McClaine's gonna string you all up when he hears of this!" Nancy heard Jimmy cry as she entered the parlour. "I have your whiskey right here, Mr Jimmy." Nancy winked approaching the man who dismissed the woman between his legs with a snap of his fingers. "Finally! A girl with both beauty and brains. Just set it down there, sugar." He gestured to the small table in front of the sofa he was lounging on. "And I'll do the rest." Flashing him a strained smile she set down the tray with the deadly whiskey. Feeling a sharp snap on her ass, Nancy shot up gasping in shock. "You've got a sweet little ass red, thanks for the drink. You. Bitch..." He snapped back at the waiting young brunette leaning against him. "...suck me, now!" He commanded pulling the cork from the bottle with his mouth. Turning away from the repulsive One Eyed Jimmy, Nancy walked over to the doorway leaning against it. She bided her time, waiting for the poison to take effect. The man knocking it back unaware it was his last drink on the mortal plane.
She didn't have to wait long. After his third swig, Jimmy paused stupefied clutching his throat before coughing up a huge wad of blood that flew into the face of a screaming prostitute then slid off the sofa convulsing and seizing. "Oh my god! Please will someone help us! He's dying!" Cried a young prostitute as the room erupted into chaos. "Now there's a man who can't hold his liquor." Nancy quipped silently glancing over to see the two guards under the stairs glance at each other before running past her into the parlour. Sensing her opportunity, she turned approaching the false door. Feeling a small lever built into the wood, Nancy pulled it opening to a darkened staircase. Quickly she closed the door then grabbing a lantern walked gently down the stairs flinching in fear every time she head a dull thud punctuated by a question asked in a southern woman's accent. Taking a deep breath she descended. "Hang in there love. I'am almost there."
The Basement of the Red Lantern, 18:50pm
"Tell me know, O'Hara! Where are the women you and Brannigan worked with?!" Clinton felt the sting of Butcher Kate's fist against his already bruised and battered face. Tied to a chair in the dimly lit torture room, he spat out a thick wad of blood before laughing looking up into the pretty face of McClaine's torturer in chief 'Butcher' Kate McGann. "You're losing your touch, Kate. What are you afraid of using your knives?" The rounded features of his captor drew into a snarl as she gripped his face, snatching up a hunting knife from the tray next to him. "Don't tempt me, O'Hara. The boss says I can't cut you...yet." she said menacingly brandishing the knife to his eyes. "But if you keep on goading me then I may have to slash that handsome face of yours. And that would be shame." Clinton stared back into those cold soulless grey eyes, her short light brown hair cut short tomboyish under her black wide brimmed hat. The rest of her outfit was a matching tight black shirt, jeans and spurred boots her Schofield revolver holstered at her hip. Behind her a row of Winchester rifles stood on a weapon rack. But everyone knew that Kate loved her knifes. Clinton had heard the stories of Butcher Kate; how she filleted her own father for raping her when she was just 16. And in a savage twist of fate, Kate would also use her knives on anyone who displeased her master becoming just as cruel as her father, terrorising the innocent women of the Red Lantern. Sighing in frustration, Kate tossed away Clinton's face with contempt before rising up.
"For fuck's sake, Clinton. You have to give me something? I want a name, a description so I can imagine carving up her face in front of you." Clinton shook his head, tears welling up at the thought of Nancy being butchered by this fiend. "I'am not telling you anything, Kate. You'll just have to cut me-ugh!!" He cried out in pain, as Kate backhanded him across the cheek. Looking up he thought he could see a shadow of a face behind Kate, he blinked in surprise seeing the face of his beloved Nancy who set down the lantern, her face wracked with concern. Putting a finger to her lips, his lover creeped slowly towards the gun rack behind them. He knew what he had to do. "Well it looks like I will get to use my knives after all. The boss said I may not be allowed to cut you but he said nothing about plucking out those big pretty eyes." She lunged forward brandishing her knife at Clinton's left eye. "No wait! I will tell you what I know." Glancing over Kate's shoulder he noticed Nancy sneaking up behind the torturer a rifle clutched in her hands. Kate sighed disappointed. "Damn it, O'Hara. I really wanted to gouge out those eyes. Well what are you waiting for? Spit it out." Clinton laughed amused at the woman's confusion. "Well one of the women is not to far away from here. As a matter of fact she's...." Suddenly Nancy looped the rifle over Kate's head, kicking out her legs from under her. "....closer than you think!" He hissed watching his love choke the older woman with the Winchester.
Nancy breathed heavily feeling the woman desperately trying to buck her free, but despite being lighter Nancy felt her rage flowing through her as she pressed the rifle against the torturers windpipe. "You will not have him!" She hissed through gritted teeth using all her strength she twisted the rifle to the right against the woman's windpipe, hearing the satisfying crunch of Butcher Kate's hyoid bond breaking. Letting out a low death rattle, the black clad woman, the terror of The Red Lantern hung limply, arms dangling by her sides eyes staring in shock right at Clinton. Her body coursing with adrenaline Nancy threw the woman's dead weight to the side before passionately kissing her lover. Despite his joy, Clinton winced in pain.
"Oh my god, Clinton!" Nancy cried covering her mouth in shock, tears welling in her eyes. "You're wounds! What have they done to you?!" Snatching up Kate's Lister Knife, she moved behind him to cut his rope binds. Clinton shook his head. "It doesn't matter, Nancy. I'am so glad to see you and that you got my message. How did you get in here?" Nancy smiled slicing his binds. "With Sand's help I....persuaded a girl to give up this dress." Clinton chuckled massaging his wrists. "I hope it was through gentle persuasion." Nancy shrugged crouching next to Kate's cooling corpse, rolling it onto her back admiring the brushing around her throat and crushed windpipe. "I may have roughed her up a bit, sorry. Besides with your life at stake, dear. I wasn't in the mood to be civil. Anyway, I gave her a punch, she'll wake up a little bit sore." She then began to strip off her dress. Clinton nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. What are you doing? You're stripping Kate?" Nancy looking up from taking off the dead woman's hat and gunbelt, feeling her lovers eyes on her half naked body. "I thought you would appreciate it, dear. Besides you know me, I don't do dresses and her clothes will be much easier to move around in." Clinton crouched next to her, planting a kiss on her lips which she returned. "I don't know, I really like you in a dress. It does wonders for you, my love. I will go and get dressed while you get changed." Rising with a gentle touch to her shoulder he made for his pile of clothes on a nearby table. Smiling in joy and wiping away her tears, Nancy pulled off Kate's boots.
Tearing her eyes away, albeit reluctantly from Clinton's strapping back Nancy unbuttoned the dead woman's shirt revealing buoyant well formed breasts covered by a beige lace trimmed cotton vest, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Unbelting Kate's jeans, Nancy worked them off the woman's slender hips whipping them off her long slender legs revealing matching cotton lace trimmed shorts covering her modesty. Looking up at Clinton, who was pulling on his hat Nancy glanced back down at Kate's scantily clad corpse. As an afterthought she flicked up the woman's arms, pulling the lace vest up over her head exposing her breasts with circular pink perky areolas. Not taking her eyes from her man, Nancy quickly dressed in Butcher Kate's clothes including her lace vest before strapping on her gunbelt and doffing her hat.
"Mmm, you don't look half bad in Kate's outfit. She was your size after all." A fully dressed Clinton said appreciatively turning around taking Nancy into his arms. Nancy leaned in kissing him on his cheek. "But did you have to take her vest, love." Nancy glanced over to the half naked dead Kate, sprawled on her back. "It's nothing more than she deserved, Clinton. She was about to kill you. Besides, I prefer to have something covering my breasts." Clinton caressed her cheek. "Don't get me wrong Nancy. I'am not shedding any tears over her death and she was an horrible woman, Red Rock is better without her." Nancy leaned into the touch. "Come on, my love. Let's get out of this dark awful place." Clinton nodded. "Right behind you, sweetheart." Walking over to Kate's body, Nancy picked up the Winchester rifle pumping the lever action before tossing Clinton Kate's Schofield revolver. Picking up the lantern, Clinton lit it as the couple ascended the staircase.
The Red Lantern, Ground Floor 19:05pm
Emerging into the light of the brothel, Clinton blinked his eyes open clutching Nancy's hand tight. Nancy quickly glanced into the parlour seeing the guards still standing around the now dead Jimmy, crowds of prostitutes sobbing in shock. Using the distraction she lead Clinton towards the rear entrance bumping into a couple of young women who gasped in shock. "Y-you're not Butcher Kate. Why are you wearing her clothes?" Asked the left most one, an attractive auburn redhead. Nancy put a finger to her lips. "Shh. I killed her. Will you let us past?" The right most girl, a pretty ash blonde glanced to Clinton who nodded. "It's true. Butcher Kate lies dead, you are free of her at last." Both women glanced at each other then smiled. "Sure. I hope she died in agony, she murdered my friend, it's good to see justice back." Replied the redhead as the women stood to let them part, while the blonde simply uttered "Thank you, miss." Exchanging nods with the women, Sand and Clinton left through the back door without a moments hesitation.
Red Lantern, Rear Yard 19:11pm
They emerged to see Sand mounted on her horse, with Sidewinder standing loyally next to her. "Good to see you, Clinton O'Hara." Sand said flashing him an open palm in greeting. "Likewise, Miss Sand. Thanks for not abandoning me." He clambered onto the horse with help from Nancy. After settling both into the saddle, Clinton kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, Clinton. Where to now? We can't go back to the flophouse, McClaine's posse will be combing the town looking for us." Clinton wrapped his arms around her slender waist leaning into her. "I know a place, my father's old farm. We can head there and keep our heads down until we plan on how will take down McClaine." Nodding, Nancy caressed his arms before spurring Sidewinder on with a kick on his flanks. In a thundering of hooves, they left Red Rock behind trailing a cloud of dust in their wake as the sun set on the horizon.
The Red Lantern, Basement 19:35pm
"You mean to tell me that some mystery woman cold cocked one of my whores, stole her clothes to sneak into my brothel. She then poisons poor Jimmy and strips Kate here all to spring O'Hara." Four Fingers McClaine stood over the half naked corpse of Butcher Kate her throat crushed, letting his words sink in to his two remaining lieutenants. "And nobody saw a goddamned thing?!" He yelled making big Ike Tanner jump but his old friend Wild Marge remained resolute. "According to some of the boys in the parlour, a pretty little freckled faced girl with hair the same shade as mine served Jimmy his last glass of liquor. The funny thing is nobody saw her here before or since." Marge smiled, her slightly squared freckled features partially hidden by the red bandana she wore shoulder length ginger hair poking from under her brown stetson. Her slim wiry figure concealed by the tan leather duster, red flannel shirt, dark blue denim jeans and brown leather cowboy boots she wore. She had been with McClaine the longest, nigh on a decade. The 35 year old was the only person he fully trusted, armed with her twin Colt Peacemakers. At her shoulder Ike Tanner, an ebony skinned former slave with a deep voice nodded. "Yes boss. It also matches the description Wendy gave us. Her and some mexican girl with funny eyes."
McClaine massaged his chin in thought. "That explains the disappearances at the mine, those dim waitresses and my vault guards at the casino. Well you know which way he went, Marge." Marge's deep blue eyes narrowed into a smile. "The man's predictable and way too sentimental. He'll go to his family's old farm just off the trail. I will take five of the posse and run them down." McClaine laid his right hand, missing a pinky on his lovers shoulder. "Bring them back alive and relatively intact, Marge. I want to look them in the eyes as I string them up in the middle of town." Snapping off a quick "I won't let you down, Bart. " she swept from the basement. He then turned to Ike. "Tanner, you're with me. We lost a great deal of the gang who were loyal to Brannigan. I need you by my side to maintain order... He then glanced down at the pretty corpse of Kate. "...and get Kate some clothes. We are not burying her without dignity, you hear me?" Steeping over Kate's body, Ike flashed him a nod falling into step as the two men left the basement.
The O'Hara Farm, 3km from Red Rock, The Same Moment
With Sand off keeping an eye on their surroundings, Nancy and Clinton found themselves alone perched on Clinton's old bed on the first floor. With a bowl of water, she carefully tended to his battered and bruised body. "You have such gentle hands, Nancy. Just like my Katie. You know it's been 10 years since she and my son passed on. I haven't been with a woman since. I never thought I would ever feel love again. Until the day you walked in McClaine's manor bold and beautiful wearing a stolen maids outfit. From the moment I saw you I knew you were special." Nancy smiled gently massaging the contours of his strapping chest, feeling arousal deep between her loins. "When I saw you playing cards, I knew you weren't like the others Clinton. You could say it was love at first sight. Sounds romantic, right?" Clinton laughed wincing from the pain it caused him leaning closer. "You know I haven't properly thanked you for the rescue. If you hadn't come..." Nancy reached up gently caressing his sweet face. "I couldn't leave you behind, dearest. I have lost too much to that monster. I couldn't lose you." Tears streaming down her face, she leaned into Clinton their lips brushing. "I love you Clinton O'Hara and I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Taking her face into his hands, Clinton wiped away her tears then impulsively leaned in passionately kissing Nancy on her lips. Lowering herself to the bed, she unbuttoned her jeans pulling them off as Clinton quickly unbuttoned her shirt nuzzling her neck before undoing his trousers. Gripping his back, and arching hers in pleasure Nancy screamed his name in delight as they gave in to their passions feeling him enter her.
30 Minutes Later
"That was... incredible! I have never felt so alive. Thank you, Clinton." A naked Nancy purred, caressing his bare bruised chest. Holding her close, he stroked her long ginger locks. "You were incredible, Nancy. You know I should be the one thanking you." She looked up glancing into his big brown eyes. "Thanking me? What have I done to be so worthy of praise, sweetheart?" Leaning in he kissed her forehead. "I was almost ready to leave Red Rock for good. To desert my home and take my chances on the frontier. Then you walked in the manor, you were this brave beautiful force of nature and seeing you gave me hope. Not just for Red Rock but for me. So I thank you Nancy Cooper for everything and I love you so much." Giggling Nancy leaned in kissing him passionately on the lips. Then the sound of bounding footsteps made them pull out, whipping around they saw a panting Sand entering the room. Unwrapping herself from Clinton, Nancy looked up at her.
"Sand? What is it? Have they found us!?" Catching her breath the young Navajo nodded. "Yes! I heard the sound of six horses coming from the direction of Red Rock! They will be on us in minutes!" Jumping out of bed the couple quickly pulled on their clothes. "God damn it! McClaine must have figured out I'd come here. I'am so sorry Nancy." Striding forward her stolen shirt open, Nancy kissed him on the cheek. "There's no need to apologise love. We need to stop running and face them down. I wont' let them take you. " Turning she took out her Colt peacemaker handing it to Clinton. "Here, I'am not leaving you defenceless." Clinton shook his head. "No! I can't let you risk your life because I screwed up! Let me fight alongside you!" Nancy smiled caressing his handsome face. "My love, your wounds haven't healed. You would be a sitting duck, let me and Sand protect you." Clinton sighed in resignation. "Alright, sweetheart. Just come back alive. I love you." Sharing one more kiss Nancy smiled. "I love you too. And I don't plan on dying." Snatching up her boot knife and sheathing it, Nancy approached Sand armed with her knife and tomahawk. "So what's the plan, Nancy?" Narrowing her eyes, she said simply. "We'll kill them all." Nodding the native American fell into step behind her.
Outside the Ranch 20:10pm
"Alright guys you know the score! The boss wants these assholes alive but relatively unsullied." Wild Marge Hagerty smiled leaping from her horse along with five of the posse, three men and two women as they approached the ranch house. "Which means no headshots people. I know that will be difficult for you fuckers because half of ya can't shoot straight!" The five bandits laughed in unison. "Alright, enough small talk. We have a job to do. McCafferty, Watkins..." Two young women, one a pretty brunette with braided pigtails the other Watkins with short ash blonde hair hidden under her raccoon hat stepped up. "...check the barns. They could be cowering back there like rats." The two women nodded their ascent, drawing their revolvers they trotted over to the barns. "Parker, Dawes and Hayes..." Three young men ran over, Parker with his thick dark moustache, Dawes with his manicured goatee beard and Hayes with his crooked smile. "...check the stables, just in case they try to escape." Has her posse headed towards the stables to the right, she lit a small cheroot looking up at the two storey ranch house. "I'll check the house." Taking a long drag, Marge purposely strode up the front steps her spurs jangling.
The Barn
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come out now, we won't bite." Purred Alice McCafferty as they peered through the gloom, patrolling the edge of the barn. An attractive girl with smooth slender features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Dressed in a brown buttoned shirt, tight stonewashed blue jeans , black cowboy boots and matching hat. "Come on now, Alice. You don't think they're actually going to show themselves, right?" Her friend Betty Watkins said with soft rounded features, high cheekbones and doe shaped blue eyes. Her short lithe figured covered by a dirty buckskin trappers top matching sandals and dark black trousers. Alice shrugged. "Works on the townies, the scared little sheep they are." Betty peered into the darkness of the empty barn. "Yeah? These girls ain't your regular townies. Did you hear what happened at the mine? They still haven't found Rattlesnake Rose or Red Lucy." Suddenly the sound of a coin dropping from the around the corner of the barn drew their attention. "What the fuck was that?!" Cried a nervous Betty as Alice held out her hand. "Stay here, I'll go check it out." Drawing her revolver she rounded the corner, disappearing from view. "Don't leave me here, Alice!" She cried after her. Then from inside the barn she heard a low whistle.
Peering into the darkness, Betty's revolver shook from nerves. "H-hello who's there?" Taking one foot into the doorway she sighed feeling stupid. "Damn it, Betty. It's the just crick-ugh!" The next sound she heard was a sickening sound of cutting flesh then a pain across her throat the gun dropping to the ground. Looking down she tried to scream through the red ruin of her throat but to no avail, instead coughing on her own blood. Then out of the gloom, came two mismatched eyes which regarded her with a detached curiosity before yanking her into the shadows.
Walking past a stack of hay bales, Alice approached a line of empty crates a smug grin on her face. "You're behind the boxes, ain't cha? You can't fool me girl, come on out-argh!" Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, reaching around she barely had time to feel the blade sticking from her neck before collapsing to the ground dead. "Fifteen paces..." Nancy uttered coming out from behind the bay bales. "Not even close, bitch..." She quipped rolling the dead brunette onto her side and retrieving her thrown boot knife from her neck. After wiping the blood on her cuff, she caressed the woman's collar. "And you're my size too. That gives me an idea..." Sheathing her blade, Nancy took the woman's ankles dragging her around the corner into the barn.
"I see you couldn't wait to get started without me, Sand?" Nancy smiled seeing her friend standing over the naked body of the blonde bandit girl, her small perky breasts with slightly pointed light pink areolas and untrimmed clitoris on full display dressed in her clothes, including the ridiculous hat. Her throat slashed eyes staring up in terror. "What can I say, Nancy?" Her Navajo friend shrugged. "I liked her outfit. Besides, we can use their garments to ambush the three men." Laying the dead brunette next to her naked friend, Nancy nodded stripping out of Butcher Kate's outfit. "Looks like you and I were thinking the same thing. Besides, it's so dark the fact that we don't look like them won't really matter. Come one give me a hand stripping her, we need to get back Clinton and quick." Flashing her a smile, Sand knelt by the dead women removing her boots and gunbelt while Nancy pulled off her hat and unbuttoned her shirt.
In no time at all, Nancy was fully dressed in the bandits clothes standing over her scantily clad corpse, dressed only in a white vest and cream coloured lace panties. Putting on the woman's hat she turned to Sand. "Alright, to the stables then. Let's finish this." She said with determination sweeping from the barn with Sand right behind her, leaving the dead bandits in the darkness of the barn.
The Stables
Parker and Hayes searched the outside of the stables, while Dawes secured the two horses. "Well they aren't here Parker. Maybe the girls have found something." Hayes said eyes squinting through the shadows, opposite him Parker shrugged rubbing his eyes. "How does Marge expect us to see anything in this shit? It's night for fuck's sake. They could be hiding anywhere." He lent up creaking his back. "Who we supposed to be lookin' for anyways?" Parker rolled his eyes. "We'rent you listening? The traitor O'Hara and two women." Before Hayes could answer, a whistle drew their attention. They turned to see McCafferty and Watkins striding towards them out of the darkness. Parker squinted his eyes at the women. "Hey did you girls.find anything-wait?! Your not them! Who the fuck-? Ugh!" He was answered by a thrown knife to the neck by McCafferty. Has be fell to his knees gurgling, 8 inches of steel sticking from his throat, Hayes' head snapped back a tomahawk splitting his forehead he died instantly.
Retrieving their weapons from the dead men, Nancy and Sand flanked the door to the stables readying themselves. Nancy nodded banging on the door. "W-what was that? Parker? Hayes? That you? Quit fooling around!" They heard the voice of the bandit from beyond the door. Nancy banged once again. "Alright you bastards! I'am coming out and then we'll see who's laughing!" Bracing themselves the women heard the bandits footsteps echo from beyond the door, then the door opened wide. Sand struck first striking the man across his broad chest with her tomahawk, as he roared in pain Nancy followed through with a thrust to the man's kidneys with her knife. Dawes spasmed once before letting out a low rattle of death. Pulling out her knife she let the dead man drop to the ground to join his friends. Wiping her knife on the man's shirt Nancy looked up to the ranch house, seeing the light in the bedroom window. "That just leaves Marge, her end has been coming for a long time. Come on, Sand we have to get to her before she gets to Clinton." Wasting no more time, the pair double timed towards the house.
First Floor Bedroom, 20:25pm
Wild Marge took the stairs cautiously, one of her peacemakers held tightly in her hands. There was no need to rush things, she already knew that O'Hara was here. Not only could she see the light from the first door on her right but she could also smell his fear. I haven't felt this pumped since the night when we killed the Cooper's. The look on the face of the mother clutching her child. I wonder what happened to the brat. Coming to the door, she pushed it open grinning as she found O'Hara standing right in front of her revolver raised.
"You always were so predictable, Clinton. I told McClaine it was a mistake to spare you but the old man's too sentimental. Why don't you drop the iron before someone gets hurt." Clinton shook his head, cocking the hammer with his finger. "No Marge. If it's all the same to you, I'll keep my gun." Marge chuckled raising her gun, walking inside. "It won't matter anyway boy, I'am the faster draw anyways. Now where are the girls?"
"Right here." Nancy said from the doorway with Sand at her shoulder standing beside her. Marge turned, the veneer of cool confidence as she saw what they were wearing slipping. "I take it McCafferty and Watkins are dead. That's their threads you're wearing." Nancy nodded grinning, Marge blinked there was something strangely familiar about her. "They're dead and so are the rest of your posse. Don't worry you'll soon join them." A look of recognition flashed across Marge's face. "You're Marshall Coopers little brat. I knew Bart should have killed you when he had the chance." She then looked between the two lovers. "And you and Clinton are rutting. This is glorious." Nancy gripped her boot knife raising it high. "Don't you even talk about my parents!" Marge laughed. "Well the first thing you're daddy should have taught you is never bring a knife to a gun figh-."
With a flick of the wrist and flash of steel, Nancy sent her knife hurling through the air where it landed with a wet thunk in Marge's right eye bowling over the woman and sending her crashing to the wooden floor unmoving. "That was for my parents, you bitch!" Nancy roared before running into the arms of her lover, passionately kissing him. "Oh Nancy! I thought it was going to lose you." He said pulling out as she caressed his cheek. "She may have been faster on the draw but nobody is quicker with a knife than me, dearest." Behind her Sand knelt to retrieve Nancy's knife. "So what next my friends?" She asked wiping Marge's blood from the blade on her cuff. "We still have to kill McClaine. And he will expecting this woman back any moment with Clinton." Nancy glanced down at the corpse of Marge, one blue eye staring in shock noticing how close in body shape they were. Hell, they even had the same eye and hair colour. She smiled a shade of a plan forming in her mind.
"Then that's exactly what we're going to give him. Do you trust me, my dear?" Clinton nodded kissing her cheek. "With my life, honey. What's your plan?" Nancy turned from him, kneeling next to Marge she rolled her body onto her back. "I'am almost a ringer here for Marge, same size too. We strip her and I'll don her clothes. Then we'll take Clinton to him tonight. That way we will take him out together. Thoughts?" Sand nodded approvingly. "Bold strategy. I will follow in the shadows and strike." Clinton knelt by her hugging her. "It's risky but I already said I trust you. Besides, McClaine's had it coming for a while. He dies tonight." Returning the hug, feeling Clinton's warmth surge threw her Nancy turned back to Sand. "Help me get her clothes off, Sand." Nodding they quickly began to strip Marge, removing her hat, coat and boots.
Within five minutes, Marge lay only dressed in her blue vest and matching shorts the nipples of her ample breasts peaking through the thin fabric. "Well what do you think?" Nancy asked mimicking Marge's voice fully dressed in the woman's clothes, tying on the woman's bandana around her mouth. Clinton shared a glance with Sand nodding. " Not bad. You're just a few inches shorter but I don't think that's going to matter. Other than that, the resemblance is uncanny." Nancy winked at him. "Sand. Bind his hands, but try and make sure he can actually free himself when the time comes." After swapping Clinton her peacemaker for one of Marge's, Sand binded Clinton's wrists. When they were finished they left the ranch and mounted the bandits horse, quickly putting the O'Hara ranch into the dust and heading straight for town. Ready for their final reckoning with McClaine.
The Red Rock, High Street 20:55pm
Seeing the darkened figures of Four Fingers McClaine and Ike Tanner standing before the gallows, Nancy cantered towards the centre of town glancing to her left Nancy could see the shadowy form of Sand melt through the shadows of the dimly lit back alleys. "You sure took your sweet time, Marge. I was worried about ya. Figured I might have to send big Ike here to track you down." McClaine called as Nancy pulled Clinton off the horse, walking towards them. "Wait? Where are the guns I sent with you? And the women?" Nancy shook her head dragging Clinton around. "Those bitches killed them all and damn near killed me too." She replied perfectly mimicking Marge's voice. "I managed to drive them off and snag O'Hara here." She threw down. Clinton in front of him, falling in at his right shoulder. "Good work, Marge. You always deliver." McClaine then turned his gaze to Clinton.
"We've been here before haven't we Clinton? You on your knees before me, the time when I shot your daddy and all his deputies. You were alone then and you're all alone now. Even these mystery women you hired have deserted you." Clinton started to laugh as he loosened the loose binds tied by Sand. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure of that, Four Fingers..." Glancing to his left Nancy nodded quickly pulling out her father's revolver and shooting Ike point black in the back of his head, his forehead exploded in a shower of blood and bone. Simultaneously, Clinton whipped out Marge's colt firing a shot into McClaine's knee sending him dropping to the sand howling in pain. "H-how is this possible?"
"Surprise, you sonofabitch!" Nancy cried pulling down her mask standing over him, shooting her revolver into the meat of his shoulder. Crying with rage mixed with pain and clutching his shoulder, McClaine looked up at her a surprised look on his face. "You! Your the Marshalls kid! After all this you're the one screwing with me. And I never saw you coming, well played. Do you really think killing me will bring your folks back? Or Clinton's father?" Nancy shook her head. "No but this isn't just above revenge. In killing you we will free this town and bring the law back to Red Rock." McClaine laughed coughing up blood. "Have you got stew for brains. This town was dying! I brought wealth and prosperity to this town!" Clinton narrowed his eyes. "Only to serve your own greed, McClaine." Nancy snaked her arm around his waist. "No McClaine. It ends here, besides there's someone else who would like a word with you. Looking up they saw Sand approach them, tomahawk in hand.
McClaine's eyes followed Sand a look of disbelief on his face, as she straddled the wounded man. "No, no, no. It's impossible!" Sand grimly smiled brandishing her tomahawk. "Look at me! Do you recognise these features, demon?" McClaine slowly nodded his head. "That Indian squaw on the trial! I left her for dead, she shouldn't have survived and you shouldn't exist!" Sand grabbed the man's face when he tried to look away. "Look into my eyes! Your eyes! They will be the last thing you'll ever see!" McClaine gritted his teeth. "Girl! It doesn't matter if you kill me here and now. A part of me will always live on in you." Sand faltered for a second before roaring with frustration, burying her tomahawk into the man's forehead with sickening crunch. Her friends turning away, she took out her knife slicing off McClaine's scalp with tears in her eyes.
"Sand are you alright?" Nancy asked her friend as she approached clutching the bloodied scalp. Wiping her eyes she nodded. "It is done. The honour of my mother and that of my tribe is redeemed. I feel like a great weight as been lifted off my shoulders." O'Hara clutching Nancy's hand nodded. "So what are going to do now, Sand? Will you go back to your people?" Sand sheathed her knife and tomahawk, tying the bloody trophy to her belt. "For now yes. My mother and the tribe need to be shown McClaine is dead. That honour is restored and he walks the Shadowlands." Nancy encircled her arms around her holding her close. "Will we ever see you again, my friend? It will be quieter without you." Sand chuckled as she pulled out of the hug. "I made you an oath to watch over you, Nancy and those you hold dear. I'am a woman of my word." Hopping onto the nearest horse, she turned back to them. "For now farewell and walk safely, my friends." With a snap of reins she galloped off into the night.
Watching their friend riding away, Clinton took a deep breath turning back to his lover. "I-I can't believe it's finally over and that we survived!" Nancy took her hands into his looking up into those big brown eyes. "So what now dearest? We still have McClaine's gang to deal with." Clinton smiled, retrieving something from his pocket. "That will take care of itself. Anyhow, I had something to give you." In his hand was a six pointed brass star, with "Sheriff" engraved on the front. "Since the law has returned to Red Rock, it needs a new sheriff and I can't imagine anyone more fitting for the role than you, my love." Giggling Nancy let him pin in on her left breast. "Well when you put it like that how can I say no. Deputy." Coming together they shared a passionate embrace, feeling his heat through her body Nancy had never felt more alive.
Epilogue, One Year Later
"And that was the story of how I met your father, Emily Catherine O'Hara. The finest man I have haver known." Sheriff Nancy O'Hara said looking down at her beautiful sleeping daughter as she sat on the boards on the sheriff station of Red Rock. On her right sat her best friend Sand who was busy kissing her lover Sylvié, the french maid who they had robbed a year past. She had forgiven them for their meeting a year past and expressed interest into getting to know Sand a little better, now the two were inseparable. "Speaking of which, here's your father now." Nancy smiled rising from her seat to greet her husband. "My dear sweet Nancy. How are my girls?" Asked Mayor Clinton O'Hara looking down at his sleeping daughter with pride before kissing his wife on her cheek. "She's sleeping like a kitten." His face then turned grave. "I'am sorry my dear but we have a situation at the saloon. Three desperadoes have entered the city limits and didn't disarm, now they are trying to shake down old Phillips for scratch."
Sighing Nancy shook her head. "No rest for the wicked, eh." Turning she walked up to Sand and Sylvié who reluctantly parted from each other. "Sylvié? Do you mind taking Emily for just a second? And I need to borrow your lover." Nodding Sylvié withdrew inside the sheriff station flashing Sand a knowing smile. "You coming Sand?" The young Navajo picked up her Henry Rifle, balancing it on her shoulder. "I've got your back my friend, always." Nodding, Nancy led them off towards the direction of the saloon. "Let's remind these assholes the law as returned to Red Rock." Their feet crunching off the sand, spurs jangling the three of them walked into legend.
Red Rock Flophouse, Wednesday 25th August 1884 10:00am
"Don't even think of trying to stop me Sand! Clinton's in that place and I'm not leaving him to the mercy of those thugs and I'am getting him out, with or without you!" Nancy stormed into the flop breathing heavily, behind her Sand gently placed her hand into the crook of her friends arm, turning her around. "Nancy will you stop for a second and consider. You've let him distract you from our goal." Nancy angrily tore her arm from her grasp. "And what if I actually want to have a life after all this? Someone to come back to, huh?! Besides, you've never liked him you're just jealous of what we have!" Sand sighed placing her hands on Nancy's arms. "It would be suicide to try anything now, don't you see McClaine is trying to lure us out." Nancy shook her head eyes full of tears. "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try! Wait Sand, you said now?" The young Navajo wiped away her tears. "Yes. While I may not agree we've been through too much for me to simply abandon you now. I made you an oath and I intend to keep it." Nancy sighed drawing her into a hug, Sand looked awkward at the unfamiliar gesture but accepted it all the same. "Thanks, Sand. I'am sorry for ever doubting you. You're right, we need a plan and I need a disguise to get in there." Pulling out of the hug Nancy smiled. "We should infiltrate in the evening. There will be fewer guards around and plenty of women out plying their trade in the back alleys. We ambush one and I will take her clothes. Once inside I take a look around and get him out." Sand nodded. "I will be by the rear entrance with horses, so we can escape and regroup to plan our next move." Nancy wiped the rest of the tears from her eyes, her eyes set with determination. "Tonight then. For now let's prepare and scout out the area." Nodding Sand fell instep behind her friend heading towards the brothel.
Deserted Alley, Behind Red Rock Blacksmithing and Livery, 18:00pm
The sounds of love making came together with the clicking of evening crickets as Nancy and Sand from the cover of the alley observed a young attractive prostitute making love to male bald member of McClaine's gang, back riding against the rear wall. The skirts of her periwinkle with black lace trim low cut dress hiked up exposing her long legs wrapped around her John's legs, as he thrusted inside her. Matching gloves clawing into the mans back. Nancy could tell that the whores sounds of pleasure were false all a rouse to heighten his pleasure and make him pay just that little bit more. "A disgusting practice. Has she no respect for herself, we should really put her out of her misery Nancy Cooper." Nancy sighed at her friends dismissal of the pretty little thing trying her best to survive, using her sweet heart shaped features high cheekbones and big doe shaped blue eyes to her advantage. Framed by long black curly hair. "She's just trying to make a living Sand. It's not her fault that this is the only work she could find, thanks to McClaine. Once we end him we will be freeing her. Her and everyone else. Wait, it looks like he's finished." She said as the sounds of intimacy died away, the girl panting dropping her skirts back down.
"So how much do I owe you, Wendy?" Said Pete buttoning up his trousers has she cleaned herself up with a handkerchief. "I would say my usual going rate of $100 bucks an hour, Pete. Are you good for that, Hun?" Pete sighed taking out his wallet. "You're lucky you are so perdy little Wendy because no other whore has the right to charge that much!" He said scandalously tossing $150 dollars at her feet. "That's because I'am the best in the west, Darling. Thank ya kindly." She purred in her Louisiana accent bending down to pick up her hard earned scratch, watching Pete storm away complaining about being ripped off. Hearing more footsteps enter the alley, Wendy looked up to she two very attractive young ladies standing before her; one a pretty redhead with a long braided ponytail while the other appeared mexican but with stunning mismatched eyes that reminded her of Mr McClaine. "Well you're both a damn sight more sweeter than my usual clients. Looking for something more softer than a man could give you? Just so you know I charge half for discerning young women like yourselves. But one at a time if you please." The redhead merely sighed her hand on her iron. "Take off your clothes now. I won't ask again." Wendy looked nervously at both women. "Look, l'am not that quick a girl. Pay up then we'll see where the -ugh!!" Wendy didn't see the right hook from the red head coming, bouncing off the wall with a pained squeak she slid down the wall unconscious leg spread wide open.
"I'am sorry girl but I haven't the time to be civilised not when the life of my beloved is at stake." Nancy said taking hold of the prostitute's ankles dragging into the alley as Sand kept watch. "A nice strike, Nancy. She never saw you coming." Nodding Nancy stripped down to her panties. "I have my uncle to thank for my quick right hook. Come let's strip her together we don't have anytime to waste." She said removing the whores earrings and necklace while Sand unlaced her dress from the rear, peeling it from her slim petite body revealing plump buoyant breasts with puffy dark pink areolas, a full trimmed womanhood topped with a thin black stripe of pubic hair and plum shaped ass. "So have you always found other women pleasing on the eye?" Nancy asked pulling off the girls dress gloves while Sand took off her shoes before rolling down her stockings, one leg at a time. "Yes but I have a particular liking for white women. I find them and you especially very attractive." She replied admiring the prostitute's naked form. After gently lowering the girls body to the ground Nancy put on her jewellery before getting dressed in the rest of her outfit while Sand bound the unconscious naked brunette with rope then gagged her with a white rag. "Then I'am flattered you think so my friend." Nancy grinned lacing up the dress.
"Huh? When we first spotted her I thought she had a bigger bust, but it seems that was just the bodice emphasising her bosom. Her clothes fit me quite well, don't you think?" Sand nodded looking her up and down. "It suits you better than it did her, besides it really brings out your eyes." Nancy smiled at the compliment as she noticed behind them the young bound prostitute stirring. "That's exactly what Clinton would say. Speaking of which I best go to him. You better put the 'best in the west' back to sleep." Hearing the muffled mewling of the bound prostitute Sand winked crouching by the struggling bound woman who screamed through her gag, tears streaming down her sweet face which was marred by a red bruise appearing on her right cheek. Snaking her arm around the girls neck Sand applied pressure, the girl's eyelids fluttered as she let out a muffled low sigh. "Shh! No more struggles..." The young Navajo whispered into her ear gently lowering the prostitute's head to the ground, the eyes rolling back into her skull as she slumped unconscious onto the ground her struggles ceasing. Sand then flipped the naked body onto her shoulder carrying her over to an empty barrel. "Good work, Sand. I will be back before you know it with Clinton in my arms. Be ready with those horses." Her friend nodded tipping the naked body into the barrel. "Good luck, Nancy Cooper." She beamed sealing the barrel shut as Nancy hugged her before leaving the alley, striding towards the Brothel.
The Red Lantern Brothel, 18:25pm
With her stolen dress, Nancy entered the Red Lantern finding it as she expected to be packed to the rafters with the many prostitute's serving the members of McClaine's gang, of both genders although she wasn't really surprised. Walking into the first floor she heard the booming voice of One Eyed Jimmy, one of McClaine's remaining lieutenants, a pockmarked ugly man with a shock of red hair under his bowler hat and his right eye covered by thick black leather eye patch. "Will one of you useless slags bring my fucking whiskey?" He cursed as a woman had her head buried in his lap. Hmm? A potential target of opportunity, getting rid of him will weaken him considerably. But main focus is getting Clinton out alive, I can worry about Jimmy later. Seeing a staircase through the parlour, Nancy worked her way through the crowd carefully avoiding the grasping hands of men and other women alike.
Coming through the doorway, Nancy noticed two male gang members standing guard over a wall under the staircase, neither of them were being serviced by whores. Interesting. I would bet Sidewinder that's a secret door leading down and that's where they are holding him! I must get down there but I need a distraction first to clear the guards. Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone after all. I will get rid of Jimmy first but how to do this? Nearby she overheard two young pretty prostitute's leaning against the wall on her left, one a blonde was clutching an empty tray while the other was a lithe short hispanic girl wearing a short yellow dress that left nothing to the imagination. "Damn that man, screaming for his god damn whiskey! I have a mind to poison him with the stuff we got for the rats!" She said in hushed whispers to her friend who shook her head, gently grabbing her arm. "Be careful who you say that around, Clarice. Or they may just string you up. But know you're not the only one thinking about it. Did you leave the bottle in the kitchen?" Clarice nodded. "Yeah Rosa. On the counter, I just can't bring myself to take to him. Someone else can take it to him, I hate the way he gropes my ass." Seeing the girls part, Nancy followed the blonde prostitute to the kitchen. Hanging back she waited until the woman had deposited the tray on the counter before leaving.
Walking into the deserted kitchen, Nancy could see the bottle of half full whiskey just sitting on the counter. Smiling she approached the counter rummaging through the cupboards. "Now where did they leave the rat poison...Ah here we are." Nancy smiled taking the box labelled with a large skull and crossbones. "Perfect for taking care of rats, of either the two or four legged variety." Uncorking the whiskey, she poured in a decent measure of the white powder stirring it into the amber liquid so it disappeared leaving no trace before replacing the box back into the cupboard. Corking the bottle, Nancy put into onto the tray scooping it up and walking back towards the parlour. "Hold on Clinton my love, I'am coming for you." She said under her breath.
"I won't ask anyone again. Where is my god damned whiskey?! If none of you slats will bring it too me then McClaine's gonna string you all up when he hears of this!" Nancy heard Jimmy cry as she entered the parlour. "I have your whiskey right here, Mr Jimmy." Nancy winked approaching the man who dismissed the woman between his legs with a snap of his fingers. "Finally! A girl with both beauty and brains. Just set it down there, sugar." He gestured to the small table in front of the sofa he was lounging on. "And I'll do the rest." Flashing him a strained smile she set down the tray with the deadly whiskey. Feeling a sharp snap on her ass, Nancy shot up gasping in shock. "You've got a sweet little ass red, thanks for the drink. You. Bitch..." He snapped back at the waiting young brunette leaning against him. "...suck me, now!" He commanded pulling the cork from the bottle with his mouth. Turning away from the repulsive One Eyed Jimmy, Nancy walked over to the doorway leaning against it. She bided her time, waiting for the poison to take effect. The man knocking it back unaware it was his last drink on the mortal plane.
She didn't have to wait long. After his third swig, Jimmy paused stupefied clutching his throat before coughing up a huge wad of blood that flew into the face of a screaming prostitute then slid off the sofa convulsing and seizing. "Oh my god! Please will someone help us! He's dying!" Cried a young prostitute as the room erupted into chaos. "Now there's a man who can't hold his liquor." Nancy quipped silently glancing over to see the two guards under the stairs glance at each other before running past her into the parlour. Sensing her opportunity, she turned approaching the false door. Feeling a small lever built into the wood, Nancy pulled it opening to a darkened staircase. Quickly she closed the door then grabbing a lantern walked gently down the stairs flinching in fear every time she head a dull thud punctuated by a question asked in a southern woman's accent. Taking a deep breath she descended. "Hang in there love. I'am almost there."
The Basement of the Red Lantern, 18:50pm
"Tell me know, O'Hara! Where are the women you and Brannigan worked with?!" Clinton felt the sting of Butcher Kate's fist against his already bruised and battered face. Tied to a chair in the dimly lit torture room, he spat out a thick wad of blood before laughing looking up into the pretty face of McClaine's torturer in chief 'Butcher' Kate McGann. "You're losing your touch, Kate. What are you afraid of using your knives?" The rounded features of his captor drew into a snarl as she gripped his face, snatching up a hunting knife from the tray next to him. "Don't tempt me, O'Hara. The boss says I can't cut you...yet." she said menacingly brandishing the knife to his eyes. "But if you keep on goading me then I may have to slash that handsome face of yours. And that would be shame." Clinton stared back into those cold soulless grey eyes, her short light brown hair cut short tomboyish under her black wide brimmed hat. The rest of her outfit was a matching tight black shirt, jeans and spurred boots her Schofield revolver holstered at her hip. Behind her a row of Winchester rifles stood on a weapon rack. But everyone knew that Kate loved her knifes. Clinton had heard the stories of Butcher Kate; how she filleted her own father for raping her when she was just 16. And in a savage twist of fate, Kate would also use her knives on anyone who displeased her master becoming just as cruel as her father, terrorising the innocent women of the Red Lantern. Sighing in frustration, Kate tossed away Clinton's face with contempt before rising up.
"For fuck's sake, Clinton. You have to give me something? I want a name, a description so I can imagine carving up her face in front of you." Clinton shook his head, tears welling up at the thought of Nancy being butchered by this fiend. "I'am not telling you anything, Kate. You'll just have to cut me-ugh!!" He cried out in pain, as Kate backhanded him across the cheek. Looking up he thought he could see a shadow of a face behind Kate, he blinked in surprise seeing the face of his beloved Nancy who set down the lantern, her face wracked with concern. Putting a finger to her lips, his lover creeped slowly towards the gun rack behind them. He knew what he had to do. "Well it looks like I will get to use my knives after all. The boss said I may not be allowed to cut you but he said nothing about plucking out those big pretty eyes." She lunged forward brandishing her knife at Clinton's left eye. "No wait! I will tell you what I know." Glancing over Kate's shoulder he noticed Nancy sneaking up behind the torturer a rifle clutched in her hands. Kate sighed disappointed. "Damn it, O'Hara. I really wanted to gouge out those eyes. Well what are you waiting for? Spit it out." Clinton laughed amused at the woman's confusion. "Well one of the women is not to far away from here. As a matter of fact she's...." Suddenly Nancy looped the rifle over Kate's head, kicking out her legs from under her. "....closer than you think!" He hissed watching his love choke the older woman with the Winchester.
Nancy breathed heavily feeling the woman desperately trying to buck her free, but despite being lighter Nancy felt her rage flowing through her as she pressed the rifle against the torturers windpipe. "You will not have him!" She hissed through gritted teeth using all her strength she twisted the rifle to the right against the woman's windpipe, hearing the satisfying crunch of Butcher Kate's hyoid bond breaking. Letting out a low death rattle, the black clad woman, the terror of The Red Lantern hung limply, arms dangling by her sides eyes staring in shock right at Clinton. Her body coursing with adrenaline Nancy threw the woman's dead weight to the side before passionately kissing her lover. Despite his joy, Clinton winced in pain.
"Oh my god, Clinton!" Nancy cried covering her mouth in shock, tears welling in her eyes. "You're wounds! What have they done to you?!" Snatching up Kate's Lister Knife, she moved behind him to cut his rope binds. Clinton shook his head. "It doesn't matter, Nancy. I'am so glad to see you and that you got my message. How did you get in here?" Nancy smiled slicing his binds. "With Sand's help I....persuaded a girl to give up this dress." Clinton chuckled massaging his wrists. "I hope it was through gentle persuasion." Nancy shrugged crouching next to Kate's cooling corpse, rolling it onto her back admiring the brushing around her throat and crushed windpipe. "I may have roughed her up a bit, sorry. Besides with your life at stake, dear. I wasn't in the mood to be civil. Anyway, I gave her a punch, she'll wake up a little bit sore." She then began to strip off her dress. Clinton nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. What are you doing? You're stripping Kate?" Nancy looking up from taking off the dead woman's hat and gunbelt, feeling her lovers eyes on her half naked body. "I thought you would appreciate it, dear. Besides you know me, I don't do dresses and her clothes will be much easier to move around in." Clinton crouched next to her, planting a kiss on her lips which she returned. "I don't know, I really like you in a dress. It does wonders for you, my love. I will go and get dressed while you get changed." Rising with a gentle touch to her shoulder he made for his pile of clothes on a nearby table. Smiling in joy and wiping away her tears, Nancy pulled off Kate's boots.
Tearing her eyes away, albeit reluctantly from Clinton's strapping back Nancy unbuttoned the dead woman's shirt revealing buoyant well formed breasts covered by a beige lace trimmed cotton vest, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Unbelting Kate's jeans, Nancy worked them off the woman's slender hips whipping them off her long slender legs revealing matching cotton lace trimmed shorts covering her modesty. Looking up at Clinton, who was pulling on his hat Nancy glanced back down at Kate's scantily clad corpse. As an afterthought she flicked up the woman's arms, pulling the lace vest up over her head exposing her breasts with circular pink perky areolas. Not taking her eyes from her man, Nancy quickly dressed in Butcher Kate's clothes including her lace vest before strapping on her gunbelt and doffing her hat.
"Mmm, you don't look half bad in Kate's outfit. She was your size after all." A fully dressed Clinton said appreciatively turning around taking Nancy into his arms. Nancy leaned in kissing him on his cheek. "But did you have to take her vest, love." Nancy glanced over to the half naked dead Kate, sprawled on her back. "It's nothing more than she deserved, Clinton. She was about to kill you. Besides, I prefer to have something covering my breasts." Clinton caressed her cheek. "Don't get me wrong Nancy. I'am not shedding any tears over her death and she was an horrible woman, Red Rock is better without her." Nancy leaned into the touch. "Come on, my love. Let's get out of this dark awful place." Clinton nodded. "Right behind you, sweetheart." Walking over to Kate's body, Nancy picked up the Winchester rifle pumping the lever action before tossing Clinton Kate's Schofield revolver. Picking up the lantern, Clinton lit it as the couple ascended the staircase.
The Red Lantern, Ground Floor 19:05pm
Emerging into the light of the brothel, Clinton blinked his eyes open clutching Nancy's hand tight. Nancy quickly glanced into the parlour seeing the guards still standing around the now dead Jimmy, crowds of prostitutes sobbing in shock. Using the distraction she lead Clinton towards the rear entrance bumping into a couple of young women who gasped in shock. "Y-you're not Butcher Kate. Why are you wearing her clothes?" Asked the left most one, an attractive auburn redhead. Nancy put a finger to her lips. "Shh. I killed her. Will you let us past?" The right most girl, a pretty ash blonde glanced to Clinton who nodded. "It's true. Butcher Kate lies dead, you are free of her at last." Both women glanced at each other then smiled. "Sure. I hope she died in agony, she murdered my friend, it's good to see justice back." Replied the redhead as the women stood to let them part, while the blonde simply uttered "Thank you, miss." Exchanging nods with the women, Sand and Clinton left through the back door without a moments hesitation.
Red Lantern, Rear Yard 19:11pm
They emerged to see Sand mounted on her horse, with Sidewinder standing loyally next to her. "Good to see you, Clinton O'Hara." Sand said flashing him an open palm in greeting. "Likewise, Miss Sand. Thanks for not abandoning me." He clambered onto the horse with help from Nancy. After settling both into the saddle, Clinton kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, Clinton. Where to now? We can't go back to the flophouse, McClaine's posse will be combing the town looking for us." Clinton wrapped his arms around her slender waist leaning into her. "I know a place, my father's old farm. We can head there and keep our heads down until we plan on how will take down McClaine." Nodding, Nancy caressed his arms before spurring Sidewinder on with a kick on his flanks. In a thundering of hooves, they left Red Rock behind trailing a cloud of dust in their wake as the sun set on the horizon.
The Red Lantern, Basement 19:35pm
"You mean to tell me that some mystery woman cold cocked one of my whores, stole her clothes to sneak into my brothel. She then poisons poor Jimmy and strips Kate here all to spring O'Hara." Four Fingers McClaine stood over the half naked corpse of Butcher Kate her throat crushed, letting his words sink in to his two remaining lieutenants. "And nobody saw a goddamned thing?!" He yelled making big Ike Tanner jump but his old friend Wild Marge remained resolute. "According to some of the boys in the parlour, a pretty little freckled faced girl with hair the same shade as mine served Jimmy his last glass of liquor. The funny thing is nobody saw her here before or since." Marge smiled, her slightly squared freckled features partially hidden by the red bandana she wore shoulder length ginger hair poking from under her brown stetson. Her slim wiry figure concealed by the tan leather duster, red flannel shirt, dark blue denim jeans and brown leather cowboy boots she wore. She had been with McClaine the longest, nigh on a decade. The 35 year old was the only person he fully trusted, armed with her twin Colt Peacemakers. At her shoulder Ike Tanner, an ebony skinned former slave with a deep voice nodded. "Yes boss. It also matches the description Wendy gave us. Her and some mexican girl with funny eyes."
McClaine massaged his chin in thought. "That explains the disappearances at the mine, those dim waitresses and my vault guards at the casino. Well you know which way he went, Marge." Marge's deep blue eyes narrowed into a smile. "The man's predictable and way too sentimental. He'll go to his family's old farm just off the trail. I will take five of the posse and run them down." McClaine laid his right hand, missing a pinky on his lovers shoulder. "Bring them back alive and relatively intact, Marge. I want to look them in the eyes as I string them up in the middle of town." Snapping off a quick "I won't let you down, Bart. " she swept from the basement. He then turned to Ike. "Tanner, you're with me. We lost a great deal of the gang who were loyal to Brannigan. I need you by my side to maintain order... He then glanced down at the pretty corpse of Kate. "...and get Kate some clothes. We are not burying her without dignity, you hear me?" Steeping over Kate's body, Ike flashed him a nod falling into step as the two men left the basement.
The O'Hara Farm, 3km from Red Rock, The Same Moment
With Sand off keeping an eye on their surroundings, Nancy and Clinton found themselves alone perched on Clinton's old bed on the first floor. With a bowl of water, she carefully tended to his battered and bruised body. "You have such gentle hands, Nancy. Just like my Katie. You know it's been 10 years since she and my son passed on. I haven't been with a woman since. I never thought I would ever feel love again. Until the day you walked in McClaine's manor bold and beautiful wearing a stolen maids outfit. From the moment I saw you I knew you were special." Nancy smiled gently massaging the contours of his strapping chest, feeling arousal deep between her loins. "When I saw you playing cards, I knew you weren't like the others Clinton. You could say it was love at first sight. Sounds romantic, right?" Clinton laughed wincing from the pain it caused him leaning closer. "You know I haven't properly thanked you for the rescue. If you hadn't come..." Nancy reached up gently caressing his sweet face. "I couldn't leave you behind, dearest. I have lost too much to that monster. I couldn't lose you." Tears streaming down her face, she leaned into Clinton their lips brushing. "I love you Clinton O'Hara and I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Taking her face into his hands, Clinton wiped away her tears then impulsively leaned in passionately kissing Nancy on her lips. Lowering herself to the bed, she unbuttoned her jeans pulling them off as Clinton quickly unbuttoned her shirt nuzzling her neck before undoing his trousers. Gripping his back, and arching hers in pleasure Nancy screamed his name in delight as they gave in to their passions feeling him enter her.
30 Minutes Later
"That was... incredible! I have never felt so alive. Thank you, Clinton." A naked Nancy purred, caressing his bare bruised chest. Holding her close, he stroked her long ginger locks. "You were incredible, Nancy. You know I should be the one thanking you." She looked up glancing into his big brown eyes. "Thanking me? What have I done to be so worthy of praise, sweetheart?" Leaning in he kissed her forehead. "I was almost ready to leave Red Rock for good. To desert my home and take my chances on the frontier. Then you walked in the manor, you were this brave beautiful force of nature and seeing you gave me hope. Not just for Red Rock but for me. So I thank you Nancy Cooper for everything and I love you so much." Giggling Nancy leaned in kissing him passionately on the lips. Then the sound of bounding footsteps made them pull out, whipping around they saw a panting Sand entering the room. Unwrapping herself from Clinton, Nancy looked up at her.
"Sand? What is it? Have they found us!?" Catching her breath the young Navajo nodded. "Yes! I heard the sound of six horses coming from the direction of Red Rock! They will be on us in minutes!" Jumping out of bed the couple quickly pulled on their clothes. "God damn it! McClaine must have figured out I'd come here. I'am so sorry Nancy." Striding forward her stolen shirt open, Nancy kissed him on the cheek. "There's no need to apologise love. We need to stop running and face them down. I wont' let them take you. " Turning she took out her Colt peacemaker handing it to Clinton. "Here, I'am not leaving you defenceless." Clinton shook his head. "No! I can't let you risk your life because I screwed up! Let me fight alongside you!" Nancy smiled caressing his handsome face. "My love, your wounds haven't healed. You would be a sitting duck, let me and Sand protect you." Clinton sighed in resignation. "Alright, sweetheart. Just come back alive. I love you." Sharing one more kiss Nancy smiled. "I love you too. And I don't plan on dying." Snatching up her boot knife and sheathing it, Nancy approached Sand armed with her knife and tomahawk. "So what's the plan, Nancy?" Narrowing her eyes, she said simply. "We'll kill them all." Nodding the native American fell into step behind her.
Outside the Ranch 20:10pm
"Alright guys you know the score! The boss wants these assholes alive but relatively unsullied." Wild Marge Hagerty smiled leaping from her horse along with five of the posse, three men and two women as they approached the ranch house. "Which means no headshots people. I know that will be difficult for you fuckers because half of ya can't shoot straight!" The five bandits laughed in unison. "Alright, enough small talk. We have a job to do. McCafferty, Watkins..." Two young women, one a pretty brunette with braided pigtails the other Watkins with short ash blonde hair hidden under her raccoon hat stepped up. "...check the barns. They could be cowering back there like rats." The two women nodded their ascent, drawing their revolvers they trotted over to the barns. "Parker, Dawes and Hayes..." Three young men ran over, Parker with his thick dark moustache, Dawes with his manicured goatee beard and Hayes with his crooked smile. "...check the stables, just in case they try to escape." Has her posse headed towards the stables to the right, she lit a small cheroot looking up at the two storey ranch house. "I'll check the house." Taking a long drag, Marge purposely strode up the front steps her spurs jangling.
The Barn
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come out now, we won't bite." Purred Alice McCafferty as they peered through the gloom, patrolling the edge of the barn. An attractive girl with smooth slender features, high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes. Dressed in a brown buttoned shirt, tight stonewashed blue jeans , black cowboy boots and matching hat. "Come on now, Alice. You don't think they're actually going to show themselves, right?" Her friend Betty Watkins said with soft rounded features, high cheekbones and doe shaped blue eyes. Her short lithe figured covered by a dirty buckskin trappers top matching sandals and dark black trousers. Alice shrugged. "Works on the townies, the scared little sheep they are." Betty peered into the darkness of the empty barn. "Yeah? These girls ain't your regular townies. Did you hear what happened at the mine? They still haven't found Rattlesnake Rose or Red Lucy." Suddenly the sound of a coin dropping from the around the corner of the barn drew their attention. "What the fuck was that?!" Cried a nervous Betty as Alice held out her hand. "Stay here, I'll go check it out." Drawing her revolver she rounded the corner, disappearing from view. "Don't leave me here, Alice!" She cried after her. Then from inside the barn she heard a low whistle.
Peering into the darkness, Betty's revolver shook from nerves. "H-hello who's there?" Taking one foot into the doorway she sighed feeling stupid. "Damn it, Betty. It's the just crick-ugh!" The next sound she heard was a sickening sound of cutting flesh then a pain across her throat the gun dropping to the ground. Looking down she tried to scream through the red ruin of her throat but to no avail, instead coughing on her own blood. Then out of the gloom, came two mismatched eyes which regarded her with a detached curiosity before yanking her into the shadows.
Walking past a stack of hay bales, Alice approached a line of empty crates a smug grin on her face. "You're behind the boxes, ain't cha? You can't fool me girl, come on out-argh!" Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, reaching around she barely had time to feel the blade sticking from her neck before collapsing to the ground dead. "Fifteen paces..." Nancy uttered coming out from behind the bay bales. "Not even close, bitch..." She quipped rolling the dead brunette onto her side and retrieving her thrown boot knife from her neck. After wiping the blood on her cuff, she caressed the woman's collar. "And you're my size too. That gives me an idea..." Sheathing her blade, Nancy took the woman's ankles dragging her around the corner into the barn.
"I see you couldn't wait to get started without me, Sand?" Nancy smiled seeing her friend standing over the naked body of the blonde bandit girl, her small perky breasts with slightly pointed light pink areolas and untrimmed clitoris on full display dressed in her clothes, including the ridiculous hat. Her throat slashed eyes staring up in terror. "What can I say, Nancy?" Her Navajo friend shrugged. "I liked her outfit. Besides, we can use their garments to ambush the three men." Laying the dead brunette next to her naked friend, Nancy nodded stripping out of Butcher Kate's outfit. "Looks like you and I were thinking the same thing. Besides, it's so dark the fact that we don't look like them won't really matter. Come one give me a hand stripping her, we need to get back Clinton and quick." Flashing her a smile, Sand knelt by the dead women removing her boots and gunbelt while Nancy pulled off her hat and unbuttoned her shirt.
In no time at all, Nancy was fully dressed in the bandits clothes standing over her scantily clad corpse, dressed only in a white vest and cream coloured lace panties. Putting on the woman's hat she turned to Sand. "Alright, to the stables then. Let's finish this." She said with determination sweeping from the barn with Sand right behind her, leaving the dead bandits in the darkness of the barn.
The Stables
Parker and Hayes searched the outside of the stables, while Dawes secured the two horses. "Well they aren't here Parker. Maybe the girls have found something." Hayes said eyes squinting through the shadows, opposite him Parker shrugged rubbing his eyes. "How does Marge expect us to see anything in this shit? It's night for fuck's sake. They could be hiding anywhere." He lent up creaking his back. "Who we supposed to be lookin' for anyways?" Parker rolled his eyes. "We'rent you listening? The traitor O'Hara and two women." Before Hayes could answer, a whistle drew their attention. They turned to see McCafferty and Watkins striding towards them out of the darkness. Parker squinted his eyes at the women. "Hey did you girls.find anything-wait?! Your not them! Who the fuck-? Ugh!" He was answered by a thrown knife to the neck by McCafferty. Has be fell to his knees gurgling, 8 inches of steel sticking from his throat, Hayes' head snapped back a tomahawk splitting his forehead he died instantly.
Retrieving their weapons from the dead men, Nancy and Sand flanked the door to the stables readying themselves. Nancy nodded banging on the door. "W-what was that? Parker? Hayes? That you? Quit fooling around!" They heard the voice of the bandit from beyond the door. Nancy banged once again. "Alright you bastards! I'am coming out and then we'll see who's laughing!" Bracing themselves the women heard the bandits footsteps echo from beyond the door, then the door opened wide. Sand struck first striking the man across his broad chest with her tomahawk, as he roared in pain Nancy followed through with a thrust to the man's kidneys with her knife. Dawes spasmed once before letting out a low rattle of death. Pulling out her knife she let the dead man drop to the ground to join his friends. Wiping her knife on the man's shirt Nancy looked up to the ranch house, seeing the light in the bedroom window. "That just leaves Marge, her end has been coming for a long time. Come on, Sand we have to get to her before she gets to Clinton." Wasting no more time, the pair double timed towards the house.
First Floor Bedroom, 20:25pm
Wild Marge took the stairs cautiously, one of her peacemakers held tightly in her hands. There was no need to rush things, she already knew that O'Hara was here. Not only could she see the light from the first door on her right but she could also smell his fear. I haven't felt this pumped since the night when we killed the Cooper's. The look on the face of the mother clutching her child. I wonder what happened to the brat. Coming to the door, she pushed it open grinning as she found O'Hara standing right in front of her revolver raised.
"You always were so predictable, Clinton. I told McClaine it was a mistake to spare you but the old man's too sentimental. Why don't you drop the iron before someone gets hurt." Clinton shook his head, cocking the hammer with his finger. "No Marge. If it's all the same to you, I'll keep my gun." Marge chuckled raising her gun, walking inside. "It won't matter anyway boy, I'am the faster draw anyways. Now where are the girls?"
"Right here." Nancy said from the doorway with Sand at her shoulder standing beside her. Marge turned, the veneer of cool confidence as she saw what they were wearing slipping. "I take it McCafferty and Watkins are dead. That's their threads you're wearing." Nancy nodded grinning, Marge blinked there was something strangely familiar about her. "They're dead and so are the rest of your posse. Don't worry you'll soon join them." A look of recognition flashed across Marge's face. "You're Marshall Coopers little brat. I knew Bart should have killed you when he had the chance." She then looked between the two lovers. "And you and Clinton are rutting. This is glorious." Nancy gripped her boot knife raising it high. "Don't you even talk about my parents!" Marge laughed. "Well the first thing you're daddy should have taught you is never bring a knife to a gun figh-."
With a flick of the wrist and flash of steel, Nancy sent her knife hurling through the air where it landed with a wet thunk in Marge's right eye bowling over the woman and sending her crashing to the wooden floor unmoving. "That was for my parents, you bitch!" Nancy roared before running into the arms of her lover, passionately kissing him. "Oh Nancy! I thought it was going to lose you." He said pulling out as she caressed his cheek. "She may have been faster on the draw but nobody is quicker with a knife than me, dearest." Behind her Sand knelt to retrieve Nancy's knife. "So what next my friends?" She asked wiping Marge's blood from the blade on her cuff. "We still have to kill McClaine. And he will expecting this woman back any moment with Clinton." Nancy glanced down at the corpse of Marge, one blue eye staring in shock noticing how close in body shape they were. Hell, they even had the same eye and hair colour. She smiled a shade of a plan forming in her mind.
"Then that's exactly what we're going to give him. Do you trust me, my dear?" Clinton nodded kissing her cheek. "With my life, honey. What's your plan?" Nancy turned from him, kneeling next to Marge she rolled her body onto her back. "I'am almost a ringer here for Marge, same size too. We strip her and I'll don her clothes. Then we'll take Clinton to him tonight. That way we will take him out together. Thoughts?" Sand nodded approvingly. "Bold strategy. I will follow in the shadows and strike." Clinton knelt by her hugging her. "It's risky but I already said I trust you. Besides, McClaine's had it coming for a while. He dies tonight." Returning the hug, feeling Clinton's warmth surge threw her Nancy turned back to Sand. "Help me get her clothes off, Sand." Nodding they quickly began to strip Marge, removing her hat, coat and boots.
Within five minutes, Marge lay only dressed in her blue vest and matching shorts the nipples of her ample breasts peaking through the thin fabric. "Well what do you think?" Nancy asked mimicking Marge's voice fully dressed in the woman's clothes, tying on the woman's bandana around her mouth. Clinton shared a glance with Sand nodding. " Not bad. You're just a few inches shorter but I don't think that's going to matter. Other than that, the resemblance is uncanny." Nancy winked at him. "Sand. Bind his hands, but try and make sure he can actually free himself when the time comes." After swapping Clinton her peacemaker for one of Marge's, Sand binded Clinton's wrists. When they were finished they left the ranch and mounted the bandits horse, quickly putting the O'Hara ranch into the dust and heading straight for town. Ready for their final reckoning with McClaine.
The Red Rock, High Street 20:55pm
Seeing the darkened figures of Four Fingers McClaine and Ike Tanner standing before the gallows, Nancy cantered towards the centre of town glancing to her left Nancy could see the shadowy form of Sand melt through the shadows of the dimly lit back alleys. "You sure took your sweet time, Marge. I was worried about ya. Figured I might have to send big Ike here to track you down." McClaine called as Nancy pulled Clinton off the horse, walking towards them. "Wait? Where are the guns I sent with you? And the women?" Nancy shook her head dragging Clinton around. "Those bitches killed them all and damn near killed me too." She replied perfectly mimicking Marge's voice. "I managed to drive them off and snag O'Hara here." She threw down. Clinton in front of him, falling in at his right shoulder. "Good work, Marge. You always deliver." McClaine then turned his gaze to Clinton.
"We've been here before haven't we Clinton? You on your knees before me, the time when I shot your daddy and all his deputies. You were alone then and you're all alone now. Even these mystery women you hired have deserted you." Clinton started to laugh as he loosened the loose binds tied by Sand. "Oh I wouldn't be so sure of that, Four Fingers..." Glancing to his left Nancy nodded quickly pulling out her father's revolver and shooting Ike point black in the back of his head, his forehead exploded in a shower of blood and bone. Simultaneously, Clinton whipped out Marge's colt firing a shot into McClaine's knee sending him dropping to the sand howling in pain. "H-how is this possible?"
"Surprise, you sonofabitch!" Nancy cried pulling down her mask standing over him, shooting her revolver into the meat of his shoulder. Crying with rage mixed with pain and clutching his shoulder, McClaine looked up at her a surprised look on his face. "You! Your the Marshalls kid! After all this you're the one screwing with me. And I never saw you coming, well played. Do you really think killing me will bring your folks back? Or Clinton's father?" Nancy shook her head. "No but this isn't just above revenge. In killing you we will free this town and bring the law back to Red Rock." McClaine laughed coughing up blood. "Have you got stew for brains. This town was dying! I brought wealth and prosperity to this town!" Clinton narrowed his eyes. "Only to serve your own greed, McClaine." Nancy snaked her arm around his waist. "No McClaine. It ends here, besides there's someone else who would like a word with you. Looking up they saw Sand approach them, tomahawk in hand.
McClaine's eyes followed Sand a look of disbelief on his face, as she straddled the wounded man. "No, no, no. It's impossible!" Sand grimly smiled brandishing her tomahawk. "Look at me! Do you recognise these features, demon?" McClaine slowly nodded his head. "That Indian squaw on the trial! I left her for dead, she shouldn't have survived and you shouldn't exist!" Sand grabbed the man's face when he tried to look away. "Look into my eyes! Your eyes! They will be the last thing you'll ever see!" McClaine gritted his teeth. "Girl! It doesn't matter if you kill me here and now. A part of me will always live on in you." Sand faltered for a second before roaring with frustration, burying her tomahawk into the man's forehead with sickening crunch. Her friends turning away, she took out her knife slicing off McClaine's scalp with tears in her eyes.
"Sand are you alright?" Nancy asked her friend as she approached clutching the bloodied scalp. Wiping her eyes she nodded. "It is done. The honour of my mother and that of my tribe is redeemed. I feel like a great weight as been lifted off my shoulders." O'Hara clutching Nancy's hand nodded. "So what are going to do now, Sand? Will you go back to your people?" Sand sheathed her knife and tomahawk, tying the bloody trophy to her belt. "For now yes. My mother and the tribe need to be shown McClaine is dead. That honour is restored and he walks the Shadowlands." Nancy encircled her arms around her holding her close. "Will we ever see you again, my friend? It will be quieter without you." Sand chuckled as she pulled out of the hug. "I made you an oath to watch over you, Nancy and those you hold dear. I'am a woman of my word." Hopping onto the nearest horse, she turned back to them. "For now farewell and walk safely, my friends." With a snap of reins she galloped off into the night.
Watching their friend riding away, Clinton took a deep breath turning back to his lover. "I-I can't believe it's finally over and that we survived!" Nancy took her hands into his looking up into those big brown eyes. "So what now dearest? We still have McClaine's gang to deal with." Clinton smiled, retrieving something from his pocket. "That will take care of itself. Anyhow, I had something to give you." In his hand was a six pointed brass star, with "Sheriff" engraved on the front. "Since the law has returned to Red Rock, it needs a new sheriff and I can't imagine anyone more fitting for the role than you, my love." Giggling Nancy let him pin in on her left breast. "Well when you put it like that how can I say no. Deputy." Coming together they shared a passionate embrace, feeling his heat through her body Nancy had never felt more alive.
Epilogue, One Year Later
"And that was the story of how I met your father, Emily Catherine O'Hara. The finest man I have haver known." Sheriff Nancy O'Hara said looking down at her beautiful sleeping daughter as she sat on the boards on the sheriff station of Red Rock. On her right sat her best friend Sand who was busy kissing her lover Sylvié, the french maid who they had robbed a year past. She had forgiven them for their meeting a year past and expressed interest into getting to know Sand a little better, now the two were inseparable. "Speaking of which, here's your father now." Nancy smiled rising from her seat to greet her husband. "My dear sweet Nancy. How are my girls?" Asked Mayor Clinton O'Hara looking down at his sleeping daughter with pride before kissing his wife on her cheek. "She's sleeping like a kitten." His face then turned grave. "I'am sorry my dear but we have a situation at the saloon. Three desperadoes have entered the city limits and didn't disarm, now they are trying to shake down old Phillips for scratch."
Sighing Nancy shook her head. "No rest for the wicked, eh." Turning she walked up to Sand and Sylvié who reluctantly parted from each other. "Sylvié? Do you mind taking Emily for just a second? And I need to borrow your lover." Nodding Sylvié withdrew inside the sheriff station flashing Sand a knowing smile. "You coming Sand?" The young Navajo picked up her Henry Rifle, balancing it on her shoulder. "I've got your back my friend, always." Nodding, Nancy led them off towards the direction of the saloon. "Let's remind these assholes the law as returned to Red Rock." Their feet crunching off the sand, spurs jangling the three of them walked into legend.