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Rebel 10  (Old Bill)  (MF hist)

Deceived
	
"You a soldier?" said a small voice behind me.  I nearly jumped 
in the creek as I whirled to face her, big knife in my shaking hand.

	She stepped out from behind a tree, her hands at her breasts.  
"I meant a Continental soldier?" she said, blinking her trusting eyes.

	I nodded.

	"Help me, please," she begged, stepping toward me.  All she 
had on was her shift and that had been ripped open to her waist so 
she cupped her full breasts with the ragged ruins of it.  It looked as 
if she was offering them to me.

	I dug in my saddlebag and handed her my other shirt.  She 
struggled into it, letting me have a good look at her young body in 
the process.  It was a fine body, lush and well formed.

	"Do you have any food?" she asked, looking up at me with 
deep blue eyes.  I handed her my crust of bread and what was left 
of the last sausage I had.  She gobbled it down, stuffing her face 
with one hand and covering her nakedness with the other.

	"Where do you live?" I asked her, feeling myself becoming 
aroused.

	She pointed, and when she could talk, gulped and said, "I was 
running away."

	I waited, just enjoying the sight of her tempting beauty.

	"My aunt's house, could you help me get there?  Those men at 
the store, they . . ."  She wept into her hands quite fetchingly.

	I patted her back, helped her up onto the saddle and mounted 
behind her. She wiggled her firm little ass into my groin, and we 
trotted down the road until we came in sight of small, clapboard 
place with some smoke trickling from its fieldstone chimney.

	"Over there," she said, stroking my thigh.  I dismounted, and 
helped her down, letting her firm breasts slide through my hands.  
She smiled up at me and licked her lips.  "Come on in," she said, 
taking my hand.

	As I stepped through the door, someone whacked me on the 
head with an iron bar.  I guess that is what is was and I know I was 
lucky it did not break my skull, but the man wielding it had 
obviously practiced.  I came to, bound hand and foot, with my head 
aching.  The girl I had rescued and two shabby men were sitting at a 
table, eating and drinking.  She smiled at me.

	"He's awake," the girl said, nodding in my direction.

	"What's your name, boy?" one of the men asked after wiping 
his mouth with the back of his hand.

	I told him and added, "What the hell's going on?"

	"You're meat, boy," the man said, "and we's gonna sell you.  
Give him some water and drag him into the back room, Jim.  Big `un, 
ain' he.  Ought'a sell `im by the pound."

	Jim arose, brought me a dipper of water and tossed it in my 
face.  Then he kicked me, grabbed my feet and pulled me along the 
floor, through a doorway and into a windowless back room.  He 
kicked me again and left, barring the door from the other side.	

	"Who are you?" a woman's voice asked from the shadows.

	I rolled over and saw her sitting against the wall, skirt down 
between her legs, shins bare and arms tied behind her.  The 
wallboards were warped and loose enough to give us some light.  
She had dirt or dried blood on her face and her hair hung wildly 
about her bare shoulders.  She was naked to the waist and barefoot, 
a slim women with dark nipples.

	"They're slavers," she said  "Sell women to the British 
bordellos and men to the work gangs, the ore ships or those galleys 
on the Hudson.  That girl get you?"

	I nodded and then told her my name.

	"I'm Lisa," she said, "and that's Joan, my sister, over there 
behind you, by the woodpile.  I think she's asleep.  One of them 
raped her a while back, horsed her till she fainted.  They both did 
me again this morning.  Made me take `em standing."

	I scooted with my heels and rolled over until I was next to her, 
admiring her body and silently cursing my libido.  "Turn your back," 
I said and she wiggled around.  My fingers found the end of the 
skinny rope about her wrists and got to work.  "How long have 
you two been here?"

	"This is our third day.  They got us on our way to market; 
that was Saturday.  The buyer comes tomorrow."

	It took a while, probably an hour or so, and I scratched her a 
few times, but finally the knot came loose in my fingers, and she 
pulled her hands free and rubbed her wrists.  She left my side, 
crawled over to her sister, who had been silently watching for some 
time, and freed her.  The women then untied me, and the three of 
us sat together near the door.

	"Now what?" I whispered.  Joan still wore the remnants of 
her dress and held it to her lean body.  Except for occasional sniffs, 
she was silent.  Her left eye was swollen closed.

	"One of them will probably want sex pretty soon," Lisa said.  
"It'll be my turn."  She smiled at me.

	We worked out a plan, and the women went back to where 
they had been while I stayed near the door.  Then we waited and 
an hour or so later we heard the bar being lifted.  Both girls got 
their hands behind their backs and I lay huddled, trying to look still 
bound up.

	Light came into the dark room, and a man pointed at Lisa and 
said, "You, get your ass over here, bitch."

	The young woman struggled to her knees, keeping her hands 
behind her, and when he stepped in, I jumped up, grabbed him and 
ran him back into the other room.  He screeched as I bent his arm 
and tore his shoulder loose.  His partner was fumbling for his pistol 
when I smashed the one I held into him and knocked both to the 
floor.

	The woman who had betrayed me screamed, but as we had 
agreed, I left her to the sisters and tended to the struggling men. I 
kicked one in the ballocks and while he writhed, I got my hands 
around the other's neck and choked the life out of him, my thumbs 
crushing his windpipe, banging his head off the floor.  Then I found 
my knife in a corner, dragged the other man upright and drove my 
big blade all the way through him twice. He screamed very nicely, 
eyes bugged out in shock and a half-foot of bloody steel poking out 
of his back when I lifted him off the floor on my big blade.

	The woman lying at the feet of Lisa and her sister had a gore 
filled hole where one of her eyes had been and most of her front 
teeth had been shattered.  The bare footed women kicked and 
stomped at the sobbing female until I made them stop.  I dragged 
the bodies of the men I had killed out into the woods and then came 
back to scoop up what was left of the moaning female.  I dumped 
her next to her two friends, and she let out a single gasp and then 
was still.    The crows were going to have a feast.

	I found my old shirt for Lisa, and the three of us ate and 
drank and talked about what to do next.  We had a good larder 
and four horses.  I was in favor of waiting for the buyers and taking 
care of them, but the women all but demanded that I help them get 
home.

	"How far?" I asked.

	"Three or four hours," Lisa said so I agreed, hoping I might 
get back in time to find who the principals were and make quick 
work of them, my aching skull was demanding revenge.  The 
women slept in one cot and I took the other, ignoring my usual 
temptation.  I hope I did not snore too much.

	I was on my way back from the privy the next morning when 
a Redcoat lieutenant, two mounted soldiers and a farm wagon 
driven by another Redcoat came into the yard.  Two harried-looking 
women and three trussed-up men sat in the wagon.  The rising sun 
showed their pained faces, and I suspected they had spent the night 
in the back of the wagon.  The women looked as if they had 
suffered worse than that.

	I waved jauntily to the officer and hurried back to the house.  
Our arsenal consisted of my musket, an old fowling piece and a 
good pistol plus my bayonet.  It was, I decided, enough if properly 
used.

	The young officer walked right in, practically behind me, his 
eyes on the sisters.  I knocked him silly with the stock of my musket, 
cocked the pistol and handed it to Lisa.  "Keep an eye on him," I 
said as I loaded with buck and ball.

	When I stepped around the corner, the two Redcoats were at 
the well.  The one in the wagon yelled, "Hey." as I knelt, aimed and 
fired.  Then I quickly clamped on my bayonet and went after the 
driver.  He might have gotten away if he had not tripped.  I put 
three deep jabs into his broad back and then ran to the well where 
two bloodied soldiers were moaning and waiting to die.  I took care 
of them both.  Then I cut one of the men loose and handed him my 
bayonet.

	Back in the house, the officer was sitting up, moaning and 
holding his head. I got him to his feet, dragged him out in the yard 
and brought him to the wagon.  I shook him a bit and made him 
hold his chin up.

	"Did this man harm you, any of you?" I asked them.

	They shook their heads.  "One of his men raped me," a woman 
said, but the others were silent.  I sent the women into the house 
and got the men to haul the bodies into the woods after they 
stripped them.  The buzzards were already circling.

	Then I talked to the young officer.  He was most 
uncooperative, alternately cursing and moaning.  When the three 
men returned, they helped me dunk the lieutenant head-first into 
the well, lowering him down by his feet, until he begged us not to 
do it any more.  Then he told me who was in charge of the 
operation and who was profiting from the sale of "slaves."

	The men agreed to take the wagon and team along with one 
of the additional horses and see to it that the women got back to 
their homes.  Evidently none of the five people was related.  I got 
the soggy officer tied onto his mount and about noon the four of us 
set off to get Lisa and Joan to their small farm.

	We arrived well before dark to be greeted by the girls' 
worried father and two younger brothers. I stashed my prisoner in 
their shed and we had a fine meal in celebration while the women 
told a heavily-edited story of their captivity and our fights. I took 
my lieutenant a bit of food, walked him to the privy and then tied 
him up for the night in an empty stall.  I adjourned to the loft of their 
barn-like shed, feeling well-fed and well-pleased with myself and the 
world in general.

	Just about the time I was falling deeply asleep, the ladder 
shook and Lisa's curly head appeared, finger to her lips.  She 
crawled into my blanket and curled up beside me.  "Don't tell Joan," 
she whispered, "she'd be mortified."  We kissed and she trembled in 
my arms.  "I'm still scared, still can't believe today."

	I petted her, peeled off her flannel nightgown and kissed her 
here and there.  Our tongues met.

	"What happened to that woman?" she asked.

	I told her, emphasizing that I dropped her and that was what 
had probably finished her.

	"I never wanted to kill anybody before," Lisa said.

	I entered her very gently but soon she was clawing and 
bucking and gasping for more and still more as we smacked our 
flesh together.  When we collapsed and moaned in satisfaction, she 
asked, "What about him, that officer?"

	"They'll question him," I said.  "I want to get the men behind 
this if I can."

	She nodded and snuggled closer.  We rested some, roused to 
join our bodies again side by side and then slept deeply.  She woke 
me, shaking my shoulder.

	"I hear something," she whispered.

	I listened, noticed that the sickle moon had risen and said, 
"Damn."  I found my knife, hurried down the ladder, touching only 
one or two rungs, and found my erstwhile prisoner searching for a 
weapon among the tools.  He spun to face me with a pitchfork in his 
hands, its sharp tines turned up toward my face.  He yelled and 
charged, slipped on a pile of horse manure and fell in the straw.  I 
sheathed my blade, dragged him to his feet, asked him if he really 
wanted to die and then strung him up by his wrists so his toes 
barely touched the ground.

	Then I climbed the ladder, finally aware that I was furiously 
erect, my horn sprung up well above the horizontal and bobbing 
before me like a crosstree.

	"Lord," the girl gasped when she welcomed me into her 
enfolding lips and warm, moist body.  "Lord, lord, lord, lord," she 
cried as she wrapped me in her legs and arched her back.  By the 
time the sun was up, we were both well satisfied, and she found her 
night shirt and hurried back to her own bed after a quick kiss.

	At breakfast, Joan looked at me very oddly, but nothing was 
said about the night, and by the time the sun was well above the 
trees, my prisoner and I were on the road. 


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