Cowgirl Erotica Collection (10 page)

"So, I trust that you didn't give
those tin-starred cretins any of the info on our gang that they
wanted, right?" Lilith asked her, trying to sound
rhetorical.

"
Of
course not
.
You don't honestly think I would rat out my own, do you?" Jett
replied.

"Not intentionally, no. In the past
however there have been pretty clever ways they have employed to
get my girls to give up some relevant information without them even
being aware of it. That is what they train their lapdogs to do. Did
you share a cell with anyone?" Lilith said, trying not to sound too
assumptive.

"Well no. Not really. There was just
this one drunk in the cell but that was for just a few minutes..."
she started to say.

"They put a man in the same cell with
you? You don't find that a little odd?" she asked.

"It seemed like they were out of room.
The other cells were packed to the gills with vagrants from the
saloon. And it was only for a few minutes. We hardly said anything
to each other." Jett said matter-of-factly.

"Well what
did
you say to him?" Lilith demanded.

"Only which gang I was in, but they
already knew that by my red sash" she said.

"Did they now." Lilith
stated.

Jett looked up at the sky, hoping to
change the subject.

Lilith looked up as well and spied the
brilliant comet that sailed distantly in the night sky.

"Been a long time since I have seen
one of those." Lilith said.

"I hear they only come around once in
eons...or something akin to that." Jett said.

"We don't have anything to worry
about, do we?" Lilith asked while still gazing
heavenward.

"Uh uh" Jett said
unemotionally.

Jett thought that Lilith's remark
about not having anything to worry sounded more like a rhetorical
statement than a question. Maybe she was holding back something.
Maybe not. She wondered if she had just unintentionally chiseled a
crack in their relationship. There was that feeling again, just as
it was years ago as a painter's assistant. She had accidentally let
her hand slip from the ladder that held her boss's laboring legs,
sending him tumbling to the ground. She wondered who would trust
someone that was a clumsy oaf that couldn't balance herself on two
feet. Or in this case, keep their mouths shut when around law
enforcement. Jett had the unnerving feeling that she had just shot
herself in the foot by relaying too much info. Two strikes under a
comet. She wasn't sure what to think.

"Get a few hours sleep, and then go
with Cherie to the canyon to the northeast. There was a bit of
smoke coming up from there earlier and I want to know if it was
from Indians or someone else." Lilith said.

Jett for all intents and purposes was
glad she was out of jail, but she felt like she had let down her
boss down with her naivety. She swore to herself she would from
that point forward never utter so much as a whisper to anyone with
a badge or for that matter, within ten feet of a jail cell. She
just hadn't expected a deputy to be sharing a cell with
her.

Several hours later, Jett was woken up
by Cherie who sprinkled a few droplets of water onto her face at
about eight in the morning.

"I see some things never change. Is
there an unwritten rule somewhere that says we have to get up at
the same time the rooster crows?" Jett said.

"The rooster crowed hours ago. Time to
rise and shine dear" Cherie stated.

They rode out on horseback as fast as
the wind could carry them, not giving any thought to the comet that
had preceded them on the open prairie. Cherie slowed her horse and
leaned over to Jett.

"What is it exactly that we are
supposed to be checking out again?" she asked Jett.

"Something about a cloud of smoke
going up without Lilith's permission. Indians I reckon but she
wants us to scout around, maybe see what markings they have. You
know, big difference between Blackfoot and Crow", she
said.

"Well I don't know shit about how to
tell them apart. They all look the same to me".

"Oh there are ways. Just look at the
markings on their arrows" Jett replied.

"I think if we get to the point where
we can see their arrows, we have bigger issues than identifying
them".

"Yeah of course, I'm just saying it's
not as hard as you think."

"Do they leave their arrows lying
around? Or maybe stuck in a tree?"

"I don't think so. If you spent a few
hours carving arrows for yourself, would you?"

"Not a chance", Cherie
added.

"Look over there...that gypsy woman is
still
fucking here. It's been three damn
days already. She told me she was going to move on but I guess she
changed her mind." Cherie said unabashedly.

Jett looked over at the wagon Cherie
alluded to. The canvas consisted of painted stars and crescent
moons adorning the sides. The wagon looked rather out of place in
the open meadow in the condition it was in. She wondered why anyone
would be out here in the middle of nowhere.

"Why don't we go have a chat with her,
maybe get our fortunes told...or something?"

Cherie asked as she steered her reigns
toward the starry wagon.

They rode up to the wagon slowly and
dismounted, their boots flattening the tall grass as they walked up
to the entrance. Cherie peeked her head into the tent as leaves
ruffled by. From one side of the tent to the other she saw beakers,
rolled up parchments, astrological books and otherworldly-looking
gadgets adorning the tablecloth. The inner sanctum of the wagon
appeared to fool the eyes, as it seemed much bigger than one would
believe if looking from the outside. In the center of the wagon was
a table with a crystal globe resting between two quaint, wooden
chairs.

"She's not here, obviously. You don't
think she'd mind if we took a look through some of these trinkets
do you?" Jett asked.

"I dunno. How would you feel if you
left to take a piss and came back to someone rummaging through your
things?" Cherie added.

Jett looked around and realized the
only thing they could possibly look at but not be tempted to touch
was the crystal ball itself. Jett sat down and peered into the
ball.

"I don't see anything" Jett said as
she peered into the cloudy sphere.

"I don't think you're supposed to see
anything. The ball is just a formality I think if one is psychic.
Or something." Cherie stated.

Jett looked deeper, past the murkiness
and dark. She imagined this was what it was like to be an optician
looking through the eye of an eighty year old.

Cherie walked outside to check out the
perimeter.

Jett's squinted harder as she tried to
permeate the cloudiness of the glass sphere.

Her heart started beating faster the
harder she strained, as if the ball pulled strings around her heart
in puppetry fashion. Shadowy figures intertwined with jet-black
numbers seemed to swirl around each other like chocolate being
mixed in a factory. Distant colors dipped and splashed onto the
shapes as they took the form of human-like appearance. Jett
resisted the urge to call out to Cherie, thinking if she looked
away, the images would dissolve into nothingness. Then, she blinked
and could then see recognizable facial-like characteristics form on
some of the shapes but couldn't recognize them. She then saw a
woman with dark aqua-colored skin making running her hands over
another shape of...someone. She squinted harder to see the faces.
She glanced back at the stranger with the blueberry-colored skin
who ran her fingers through the other woman's hair.

Obviously whoever it was, Jett had not
met them before. At least, she didn't think so. She grabbed a comb
from the table and held it up to her eyes. Finally she could see.
The other woman looked like Cherie. She could swear it. The eyes,
nose and hair all looked like hers, and this glowing, unabashed
woman, whoever she was, had her hands all over her lover. It looked
like she was being molested by an angel, or perhaps a demon. Jett's
heart started racing. She felt nauseous as the deep-seated figures
wrestled each other in mid-air, their crotches grinding into each
other. The bizarre woman looked to be engaging Cherie in every
sexual way possible, in a half dozen erotic positions. The myriad
of images shifted between them both as if to titillate onlookers.
In one instance, the blue woman would bury her face in between
Cherie's legs, and in the next, she was ramming her tongue inside
her willing ass. The scenes jumped from one to the other as Jett
looked on in mesmerized amazement and jealousy.

Jett forced her eyes away from the
image and darted outside the wagon, throwing up a bit of saliva and
the milk she had for breakfast. She furiously blinked and rubbed
her eyes as if she had stared straight into the desert
sun.

Cherie jogged over to her.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Cherie
asked.

Jett stood up straight and glanced at
Cherie.

"So who is this mystery chick that I
saw in the fortune teller's crystal ball?" she inquired.

"Mystery chick? Other than you and the
rest of the gang there isn't anyone else. You're sayin' you
actually saw something in that glass of hers?"

Jett sighed, not particularly wanting
to start a sassy fight with Cherie if a cloudy, near-sighted vision
was all she had to go on. She didn't like it when people accused
her of wrongdoing and the reverse was equally true.

"Yeah...something. Just forget it.
Probably my imagination" Jett relayed.

Deep down she figured it was a mirage of some magician's
starlight handiwork, and that it really didn't happen. It couldn't
have, could it? The longer she thought of it, the more she realized
that she was less spooked by the fact she saw a perceived event
from the future in a glass globe out in the middle of nowhere than
she was of seeing an otherworldly
thing
getting it on with her girl.

Chapter 3: Threesome with A Visitor

Both Cherie and Jett steered their horses towards the
crescent shaped canyon that Lilith ordered them to scout. The heat
was starting to dehydrate not only them but their horses. Cherie
wiped the excess sweat away from her brow, wondering if they were
on yet another wild goose chase sent by Lilith for the sole purpose
of
doing
something
for Lilith. Whenever something was done for the sake of it,
trouble wasn't far behind.

"We're almost there, I think. I think
we should go on foot from here on out. It's only about a hundred
feet to the path leading to the canyon" she suggested.

"Fine with me", Jett
replied.

They dismounted, took a few splashy
gulps from their canteens and headed towards the canyon to pinpoint
the origin of the mystery smoke Lilith had seen earlier. The walk
seemed a bit further than Cherie had calculated, and was akin to
walking toward a mirage. There was a heavy stillness that seemed to
accompany them as their boots traversed the cracked desert ground
beneath their feet. There was no wind, no vultures flying overhead,
and none of the usual tumbleweeds that strolled into view like
there normally was. Instead, there seemed to be a subtle tugging at
their bodies, as if gravity itself had stilted its own angle to
allow them an easier trespass. A low hum flowed just under their
senses that sounded like a slow-moving river of lava.

They finally walked into the shadowy
canyon and immediately smelt burning metal. There was an additional
scent as well that resembled charcoal mixed with a faint vanilla
scent. It was unsettling to the both of them as they both pulled
out their revolvers in anticipation of a flurry of arrows to rain
down on them both.

"Whatever it is, I don't think it is
anything resembling a smoke signal. It smells more like a barrel of
gunpowder exploded at a pig farm...or something like it" Cherie
said as she peeked her head out from a boulder to scan the
long-winded crevice.

"Yeah I was thinkin' the same thing.
It's a strange mix. Like melted ice cream and burning stagecoach
parts. Maybe a geyser?" Jett added.

"I'll go up further and you guard the
rear. Just watch my back" Cherie said, motioning her to look behind
her in case of any obscene ambush.

They walked further with Cherie in the
lead and Jett aiming her gun to the ground but walking with her
eyes focused at their rear. The scent of burning grew more potent
the farther they walked.

"Wait, I see it. Looks like something
the earth vomited up. What do you think?" Cherie asked.

"Looks like wreckage of some kind but
it's still too far away to be sure. Let's get closer." Jett
added.

The two of them walked up to a wrecked
pile of machinery, not sure of the origin or the purpose of the
metallic heap. Their eyes focused on the strange blue goo that
oozed and snaked around some of the burning parts. It bubbled and
popped as the vacuous liquid streamed down to the ground. Strange,
runic symbols adorned one side of a metal-looking panel that
sizzled in the heat.