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ATR Dime Novel Publishing

Presents a Sorrowful Story

The Tragic Tale of

Boot Hill Bonnie

A Soiled Dove of the South

by Aliase Theodore Ratt, Esq.

Part One

Maureen Atherton had a home, a fiance and a loving father once. But the Yankees took each of them away from her. She and John Atherton, her widowed father, had a small plantation in northern Louisiana and they raised crops that they contributed to the support of the forces of the Confederacy. Her fiance, William Knowlton, was a captain in the artillery defending Fort Aragon, on the Mississippi River north of New Orleans. After New Orleans fell to the Federals, only the fort kept the enemy from advancing up the river to cut the South in two. Maureen was very proud of her beau being an important part of the South's defenses. But then word came that a traitor had set fire to the fort's powder magazine, and the Yankees attacked while the defenders were in disarray. Fort Aragon fell to the northern forces and the defenders were all captured or dead. Only weeks later did Maureen receive a letter from one of Bill's men who was in a prison camp in Ohio. He said that Bill had died bravely, cut down at his position. Soon the invaders moved up the river to Chantelaine Parish where the Atherton plantation was located. The family had only a couple of slaves who had always been well treated and considered members of the family. Old Moz promised he would not let anyone who came along harm Massa Jake and Missy Reena. But the Yankees moved into the neighborhood, accompanied by bands of freed blacks who were determined to take anything they could and revenge themselves on the whites who had mistreated them.

One day a band of rowdy blacks came to the Atherton home and demanded food and valuables. Old Moz went out to tell them to leave this place, they had no business bothering these good folks. But a large black who had been a field hand and had the scars of many whippings on his back did not listen. He cut Old Moz down with a machete and gave a shout as the band of renegades rushed the house. John Atherton had a old Dragoon revolver, and he shot the leader down, but the others swept over him and left him dead. They went through the house and seized the food that was there and they grew angry when they found nothing valuable to steal. Maureen knew everything of any value had been sold off years ago to donate to the cause of the Confederacy, and with Missy Ann, the kitchen servant, she hid in a small storage shack behind the house. When the mob started that way, the faithful servant girl got up. "Missy Reena, you stay hid. No telling what might happen to you. These look to be really nasty boys, and I best go out there and tell them you ran off to de east. If'en day hear dat, dey probably go chasing off after you." But when Missy Ann went out to talk to the rapaging ex-slaves, Maureen watched in horror as the big bucks tore the clothes off her friend and raped her on the grass. She could do nothing as she watched the poor girl suffer through the repeated attacks. Then she saw her home was ablaze. The place she had lived in and loved all her life burned to the ground as she hid. Finally the frenzied mob moved along, looking for another home to destroy. She came out of hiding and found the three people that made up her loving family were all dead. She cried as she dug graves for her father, Old Moz, and Missy Ann.

She knew something had to be done about these rampaging killers and knew that with the entry of the Union forces into the parish, the old men who had been in charge of keeping order were now powerless. Surely if she brought the matter to the attention of the Yankees they would not allow these atrocities to continue! So she walked southward on the Venda Road until she came to an encampment. The guards made lewd comments and one who claimed he was searching her for a weapon treated her in a most uncivilized manner. When she was ushered into the tent of a colonel, she informed him of the crass behavior of his men and asked if he was aware that bands of renegade blacks were terrorizing the countryside. Colonel Hanover looked her up and down and replied. "This is rebel territory and for years you successionists have defied federal authority. Now you have to learn to take your punishment. We have instructed the freed blacks to take their revenge on their oppressors. The sooner you rebels give up, the sooner your punishment will cease. Now young lady, since you are expressing a sympathy for the rebel cause, I think you have to be punished." The officer leered evily as her grabbed Maureen's arm and slapped her across the face. He spun her around and pushed her back onto a cot, then bent down and tore at the front of her dress. She screamed in protest, but no one outside came to her aid. They knew better than to interrupt the colonel when he was "interrogating female rebel spies." His hand went into her bodice and grasped her bosom. She struggled, but the man pressed her down into the cot and told her, "Young lady, you are a grey whore and will be treated as such. Stop struggling. I mean to have you, and then you will jojn the camp followers who service my boys. You seem sweet enough that you may be reserved for the officers." Her fingers clawed deep gouges into his face and the enraged officer smashed his free hand against her face, knocking her off the cot to the ground. "Damn you, you rebel bitch! Just for that I'll give you to the niggers! They got cocks so big you'll soon learn your place!" Maureen scrambled to get away, but the colonel grabbed her ankle and yanked her back. She tried to get up, but he put an arm around her waist and seized her left wrist. He pulled her back towards the cot. As they went past a desk, she suddenly saw his holster and revolver on the desk-top. She grabbed the weapon, twisted, and put the barrel against his chest. "Let me go!" she gasped. "Or I will..." But the officer grabbed at the weapon and her finger tightened on the trigger. The blast was muffled slightly as he took the bullet in his gut. Blood gushed from the wound and he collapsed on the floor. She stared down at the man, startled at what she had done. She had not meant to kill him, she thought. She had only acted in self defense. But would the authorities think so? No, they would sentence her to death -- or worse! Then a voice came from outside the tent. "Ahhh... Colonel? Was that a shot? I apologize for interrupting you, but we heard..." Marleen knew she would hang if they found her like this, so she took the revolver and a knife she saw on the desk and went to the back of the tent. She cut a slit in the tent and slipped out. She carefully made her way out of the camp and back to where her home had been. She found some scraps of food and clothes, packed a bedroll, and started walking west. She slipped though Yankee lines and took care to avoid the bands of renegades and soldiers in the area. She knew she had nothing left to keep her in Chantelaine Parish anymore. If she went out west, maybe she could find a new life...

Part Two

Maureen ended up in Denholm, a small town in western Texas where she got a job working behind the counter of the General Store. It was either that or be a saloon girl, spending most of her time on her back in the rooms upstairs. She wrapped a length of cloth tight around her chest and kept a shawl over her shoulders to hide her figure. Too many men were out of control on the frontier, and only a week ago she'd seen the sheriff gunned down by a drunk. The town had lynched the killer, but now there was no real authority. Until word came that the Confederacy had fallen. General Lee had surrendered and the cause of state's rights had been smashed. Soon a band of Bluecoats rode into Denholm and sent up camp next to town. The commander, Captain Yancy Forrest announced the former rebel state of Texas was now under martial law and people would have to follow orders and obey the laws and edicts of the federal authority. Yankee carpetbaggers moved in and times were tense. Maureen was saddened by this and at first she showed her disgust at the carpetbaggers in dealing with one in the store. But Mr. Sigourn, her boss, chastised her. "Maureen my dear, we are in a bad situation here, but I cannot allow you to show your feelings as you deal with people in the store. I have to deal with everyone equally if I am going to stay in business. If you wish to stay here, you must treat the customers well, no matter who they are. You are a fine hard-working young lady, and I hope you can see I must insist on this." She saw his point, and agreed. She wouldn't like it, but she'd do it. It was hardest when Katarina Borden, the haughty daughter of the banker, would come into the shop and act like royalty.

The hot, windy Texas summer was rough on the local farmers. The crops were only fair and people had little to subsist on. When they were desperate, they turned to the new banker who had set up in town, Mordecai Borden, and had to borrow to keep going. The town tried to maintain calm as the new, victorious ex-Union men lorded over the conquered South. The town did manage to offer the job of Sheriff to a Southern young man who rode into town. Kaleb Renart was a fine, handsome fellow who really attacted Maureen's eye. She spoke with him when he came to the store and she delighted in his polite conversation. He even revealed that he had been an officer in grey and had been among those who had served at Fort Aragon. She told him of her fiance who had died there and Kaleb was very sympathetic, putting his hand on her shoulder to console her. She relished that contact and wondered if there was a way she could ever get the fellow to show more of an interest in her!

One day, as she pulled together supplies for an order the store had received, Maureen heard the voices of Captain Forrest and Mordecai Borden speaking. The officer and the banker were looking over an assortment of men's shirts that had just arrived in the last freight shipment. The banker grumbled. "There are a dozen farms owned by those reb scum over by Waddee Wash that are just barely keeping up on their mortgage payments. If they fell behind, I could foreclose on the lot of them and set up a nice little cattle operation down there. Shipping cattle up north is gonna be the way to make money real soon, and a smart man would want to get in on that. Jeb Martin's got that deep well on his property, and his windmill pulls up enough water to keep his farm and the ones around it going. Now if something was to happen to that well..." The officer cut in. "If I was to plan on investing in a cattle operation out there, I would have a few of my boys look the land over. They might do that tonight. I'll tell them to take a look at that windmill and see what kind of shape it was in. Might turn out it was all smashed up." The banker laughed. "Might be, Captain!" Maureen knew that the Bluebellies would do anything to make life miserable for the Confederate veterans, but to destroy a family's livelihood just to steal their land - that was really despicable!

She eased out of the store and ran down the street to let Sheriff Renart know about this. He would not allow such shenanigans! But as she got to his office, she saw the stuck-up blonde hussy who was the banker's daughter standing at the door. Katarina turned and spoke. "Well, hello -- you're that poor shopkeeper girl, aren't you? You seem in such a panic, have you lost something? If you want the Sheriff, I fear you are to be as disappointed as I am. This note on the door says he has ridden to El Paso to do some business. What a shame. I was going to ask him if he might go riding with me today. I even had a hamper of lunch put together so we could picnic by the creek." Maureen smoldered as she watched the carpetbagger witch turn and sashay away, down the sidewalk. Her lace trimmed satin dress and fancy parasol that she had up to shade her face from the sun caught the eye of every person on the street. What was that yankee tramp doing trying to mess with a fine Southern boy like Kaleb Renart! Maureen's anger bubbled up in her and grew as she walked back to the store. What would happen to those farms if nothing was done to stop the Yankees tonight? Then she had an idea...

Back at the store, she went through the cloth on the shelves. Grabbing a small piece of black cloth and a scissors, she clipped away until she'd cut out what she wanted. Staring in the mirror, she put the black domino mask over her eyes. It was a first step, but still everyone would know it was her. She had to change her appearance totally, so that no one would suspect. She pulled out a buckskin skirt, barely long enough to cover her knees. Staring in the mirror, she was shocked how scandalous she looked. She stripped off her blouse and camisole and unwrapped the band of cloth she used to flatten her breasts. She put on a red men's shirt and giggled. She looked... loose! And daring. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt and saw how the cleavage between her bosoms was evident. Yes! This would be perfect. Anyone seeing her like this would never think of the mousy little lady who worked the store counter. She noticed the bottom edge of her bloomers were visible under the buckskin skirt. That would never do. She went to the drawers where undergarments for ladies were kept. These were not out on the shelves where anyone could see them. Heavens, that would never do! But she went through the stock and found a drawer full of scandalous garments, skimpy pants of silk and lace that were stocked for sale to the young ladies who worked the saloons. With a wicked smile, Maureen slipped her bloomers off and pulled a pair of white silk panties up her legs. They felt sensuous, and oh, so revealing. Next she pulled out a pair of men's boots that had not sold because they were too small. But they fit her. In the back of the store was a cabinet of firearms. There were some that were fancier, more expensive guns and belts that the shopkeeper had bought off cowboys who were down on their luck or off the next-of-kin of gunslingers who lost a fight. These were locked away until somebody with money to waste needed to be tempted with something flashy. She pulled out a tooled leather gunbelt and a pair of Colt Peacemakers. They would not be missed if she borrowed them for awhile!

Bonnie crept out the back of the store and went to the livery stable, She slipped a set of gear on a horse in the corral and quietly opened the gate of the stable. Leading her mount away, she got up and rode off towards Waddee Wash. As she approached Jeb Martin's place, she went to a hill that overlooked the well the banker had spoken about. She found a hiding place where she could keep watch without being seen, and began to wait. She checked her guns and made sure they were loaded and ready. Her father had taught her to shoot with that old Dragoon revolver, and she had practiced until she was an excellent shot. These Peacemakers were fine new weapons that were much better than that old gun of her father's and they would serve her well. It was a moonlit night, and she finally saw three men ride up to the farm and get off their horses. They began to move towards the windmill that creaked softly as the wind turned the blades on top. Every spin of those blades brought a little more water up to where it allowed the farmers here to raise a crop and provide a livelihood for their families. One of the intruders, a big dark haired man, held an iron bar in his hands. He went to the windmill and brought it up, preparing to smash out at the pump. But a shot rang out and the bar flew from his hands as a bullet got him in his arm. His two companions swung around to see where the shot had come from, their guns out. More shots rang out and the others were disarmed, left standing there holding their arms where the bullets had struck. Maureen stepped out of the shadows where she'd been hiding and kept her two colts aimed at the hated Bluebellies. A soldier snarled, "Who the hell are you, bitch!" She snapped off another shot, and the bullet hit the ground at the man's feet. "I'm... Bonnie, Boot Hill Bonnie, you scum. I've put a lot of men in Boot Hill, but there's room for three more if you try anything! You get back on your horses and tell Captain Forrest to leave the folks out here alone. They aren't gonna be run out by you Yankee bastards!" The big fella who'd brandished the iron bar swore. "God damnit, no fucking whore tells me..." He went for his gun and snapped it from his holster. But Bonnie put two shots into his chest before he could get a shot off at her. One of the others dropped to a crouch and grabbed his revolver from where it had fallen, but he too was dead before he could fire, as Maureen put a bullet between his eyes. She brought her Peacemakers up to aim at the third intruder, but he stood with his hands held high, shaking in fear. "Oh, Miss Bonnie, please... please don't kill me... please!" She walked up to him and put the barrel of one of her guns against the temple of the terrified soldier. "I'm gonna let you live, scum. Give Forrest that message. The Yankees better behave in Denholm, or that army encampment of yours is gonna have a big cemetary attached. Now git!" The man scampered towards his horse as she gave him a kick in the rear. While he jumped up and whipped the horse to get off as fast as possible, Bonnie yelled after him. "You be damned sure he gets that message!"

Part Three

The next day, at the store, she constantly heard the talk going through town about her confrontation. Residents passed back and forth stories of what had happened, and she smiled to hear Boot Hill Bonnie described as an amazing heroine who would stand up for people around here. The newer people in town, Yankees who had moved in since the war ended, also spoke excitedly about the horrid demoness who attacked the poor fellows last night for no reason. Right at the sales counter, Maureen watched as the banker complained loudly to Sheriff Renart about the outlaw. "Sheriff, you have to do something! We can't make anything of this town if a crazy gun-toting woman can run around shooting up folks willy-nilly! It's scandalous!" The Sheriff nodded, and said. "I am sure, Mr. Borden, that I will be able to find the woman responsible for this action and arrest her for these actions. But I understand the three fellows she encountered were all armed and she may have fired at them in self defense. We must have order here, but all the facts would have to be presented in a court of law if Denholm is to show people we are a civilized part of the country where justice is served." The banker gave a harump, and replied. "Ahh.. yes, I see your point, Sheriff. We do need to be civil if we are to have Denholm grow to a bustling, profitable town. But you best be on the lookout for this wild woman. She is gonna be trouble, mark my words!"

Maureen smiled, as she realised the banker was right. Boot Hill Bonnie was indeed going to be trouble for the men trying to push their way into the town. Those carpetbaggers who wanted to lord over the defeated South would have to face a protector for the underprivlidged. Bonnie would keep them honest! When a band of men tried to drive a herd of cattle through the Gannet farm, which would have trampled the crops in the fields, Bonnie stopped them with guns blazing. A wanted poster went up in town. The army offered $100 in gold for the capture of Boot Hill Bonnie, dead or alive. The stagecoach was stopped one day, and the men coming into town from the north were warned. "Gents, you best treat these folks fairly. The war is over and you cannot take advantage of the people of Denholm without facing the ire of Boot Hill Bonnie. Watch your step. Now, driver, I know you are hauling the army payroll. Before you head out, toss it down!" The driver and the guard on the coach had no choice -- they were staring down the barrels of her Colt Peacemakers. The foolhardy guard tried to bring up his Winchester and she fired, knocking it from his hands. She took the payroll money and hid it. Riding the valley, she visited the poor farmers and asked if they were hard-up and if they would make the payments on their mortgages. Some told her they would not, and that their families would soon be thrown out of their homes. At this, she would toss the man a roll of bills and laugh. "Pay your bills and raise your family in a happy home. Your children deserve it. If the bankers ask where the cash came from, tell them you sold some old family heirloom to a passing traveler or got money from the estate of a relative who died back east." She smiled at their gratitude. These children would not lose their homes like she had!

The Sheriff rode the hills, looking for the outlaw. A new handbill was posted in town. The army now offered $500 in gold for the capture of Boot Hill Bonnie, dead or alive. And bands of soldiers were also trying to find her, especially angry as they hadn't been paid. The bluecoats raged when they could not buy anything at the general store. The banker had refused to loan them cash while they waited for another payroll shipment to arrive. The Captain complained to the banker about this. But Mordecai had a pat answer. "Captain, I do not give away money. I am a businessman. Your troopers are a poor risk for a loan as long as that damned bitch roams the valley. Those loans would never be repaid if your troopers end up dead!" Sooner or later, everybody came to the general store, and people always ignored mousy little Maureen behind the counter as they gossiped. She heard about everything, and knew who was in trouble and needed help. And then Bonnie would be there to provide the help. The soldiers tried to dam up Hanson Creek to keep water from the farmers down there, but Boot Hill Bonnie shot up the men that were guarding the spot and used a couple of sticks of dynamite from the general store to blow the dam to kingdom come. Maureen overheard when the new payroll was coming to town. She had rejoiced in how the troopers had been punished by her theft of their payroll. The money had been put to good use, but was running low. And she had so enjoyed that personal revenge on the Federals. Another payroll, she thought? Sure enough, the next day, as the Captain and a dozen troopers rode towards Denholm, they warily watched for an ambush. As they came around a turn in the road, they saw a body laying in their path, The figure, wrapped in a long serape and a big sombrero, looked to be a Mexican. They heard a moan, and the figure called out. "Oh, compadres, please help, I was shot by a wild gringo senorita who asked if I had seen a group of soldiers riding through here. I fear she may wish to ambush you. You had best be mucho careful." The Captain dropped off his horse and went to the person in the road. "You saw the bitch! Where did she go!" As the Captain bent down, anxious to learn where he could find his nemesis, the blanket flew off Boot Hill Bonnie and her twin Colts came up to press into the chest of Captain Forrest. "I have you, Cap'n..." she cried out, "... move and you're dead. Order your men to drop their weapons. If they shoot, I'll still blow you to hell." The officer's face raged, but he gave his men that order. Bonnie took one pistol and moved it to the officer's crotch. "Now, Cap'n, you best pull your pistol out with a real light touch and toss it aside. If you try anything... well, you'll never look at a lady again with any interest!" The officer was so mad that Bonnie thought she saw steam coming out of his ears! She told one soldier to collect the weapons and toss them is a patch of cactus. Then she walked the Captain over to his horse. The payroll was in several saddle bags on the Captain's mount. She dipped the barrel of one of her Colts and fired a round that creased the inside of one of his legs, an inch below his crotch. She leapt onto his horse and pulled on the reins, but before she rode off, she laughed at the man. "Why Cap'n, I missed your penis! Guess even a marksman of my skill has trouble hitting something that small!" She galloped off with the payroll and the officer's fine brown stallion as the troopers scrambled in the cactus to get out their guns. But before they could react, she was gone.

In town the next day, word got around at the outlaw's amazing new exploits. People glanced at Captain Forrest as he walked down the street and smiled, or chuckled softly. He was furious at being made a fool of. A new handbill was posted in town. The army now offered $1000 in gold for the body of Boot Hill Bonnie, or $1500 for the outlaw captured alive. The Sheriff stopped at the store and purchased some cigarette papers and tobacco. Maureen asked him if he was going to catch the outlaw. "Well, Maureen, I guess there are people in town who will be pretty mad if I don't. And some in town feel I should leave her be. It's a tricky situation. But the more I hear about her, the more intrigued I am at what an amazing woman she is. I would very much like to spend time in her company!" Maureen had to concentrate to avoid swooning. Handsome, gallant Kaleb was interested in Boot Hill Bonnie! If only he knew she was standing, right in front on him.

Part Four

Boot Hill Bonnie was riding north out of the valley a couple of days later, for there were farms out here that might need her financial help. As she went through the hills in the light of sunset, she watched out for other riders, and suddenly realised she was being followed. She stopped on the side of the trail, hid, and heard a rider come up slowly. She came out and had both of her guns out when she saw it was the Sheriff! He raised his arms and smiled. "Well, young lady, I see you have me at a disadvantage. You could rob me, but I think you are carrying more cash than I am at the moment." She kept her guns on him, and asked him to dismount. "Get down, Sheriff. I don't know what you plan to do, but I will certainly not allow you to arrest me for certain actions I have performed that the authorities consider crimes." The Sheriff dropped from his horse, then without being asked, removed his gunbelt, folded it up and put it in his saddlebags. "Well now, Bonnie. From what I heard about you, you would never shoot an unarmed man. Can we talk?" She kept her guns out. "Maybe the unarmed men I've killed were done in private. You are interested in arresting me.You may be making a deadly mistake." His gaze went up and down her body. "To be this close to a woman as amazing as you are, I would gamble anything." He moved slowly over to her, and even as her guns kept their deadly aim at his chest, he brought up a palm and caressed her cheek. She trembled at the touch. As his arm came down, he suddenly grabbed for her wrists to seize her. But she lept back and rolled on the ground. Kaleb lept forward to grab her, but she twisted and brought a pistol up to his head. She did not fire, instead turning the gun and rapping the Sheriff hard on the temple with the gun butt. He collapsed to the ground, unconcious. She got up and brushed herself off, excited by her tussel with the Sheriff. But now she had a worry. She couldn't just leave him laying there. There were snakes, scorpions... the problem focused further as she heard a coyote howl. So she struggled to pull him up and place him over his saddle.

She rode a ways and found an old abandoned cabin in the hills. She took him inside and laid him on the floor. As she turned to go, she heard him groan, and his eyes opened. He glanced around, and his eyes went back to her. She pulled her guns to cover him. "Hope you are alright, Sheriff. I didn't want to leave you out on the trail." He dipped his head, and put a palm to the place she'd clipped him. Then he dove at her and knocked her to the floor. The struggled and she felt his body against hers. Her leg brushed against his crotch and she felt the hard presence of... something. Was he... aroused? They rolled, and her guns, still in her hands, came up to press against his head. He didn't think she would fire, but knew if he kept struggling, they might go off. He lay back on the floor and raised his arms. "Alright, you win." She decided on a daring course of action. She ordered him to stand up. When he did, she jholstered one of her guns and moved right up to him. While her right hand held a pistol againt his chin, her left hand went down and started to unbutton his trousers. She opened the fly and her hand felt his erect cock. His face revealed great surprise at this action. "Kaleb, you seem to have something on your mind besides law enforcement." She stepped back and her left hand started to unbutton her shirt. She had not gotten to the last button before Kaleb had pulled off his shirt. Both of them smiled. Kaleb's jeans dropped to the floor, and Bonnie holstered her other gun and loosened her gunbelt, allowing it to drop to the floor. She shrugged out of her shirt and skirt and they moved to embrace.

They kissed passionately and Bonnie groaned as his tongue went into her mouth and moved around. They dropped to the floor and Kaleb moved his mouth to one of her breasts, licking and sucking at the nipple. One hand held her other breast, the other slid down to finger her pussy through the thin silk panties. She moaned as her body began to build excitement. She was not a virgin. Before her fiance had left to fight, they had fallen to temptaion and spent several nights in each other's arms. But William had been an innocent young man and they had fumbled with each other's bodies, stumbling into occasional ecstasy only as the result of youthful enthusiasm. But Kaleb Renart was a man who had been in the world long enough to learn the ways of lovemaking. His hands and his lips went over her body, making her shudder with delight. she had never imagined the pleasures that she received. She had expected his cock to quickly enter her, but he was leading up to it with actions that made her twitch on the floor with delight. She felt the fluids flowing in her temple of love and realised he was moving over to lay on her. His eyes were looking into hers as he pushed the panties down her legs and eased his cock into her love hole. She gasped from the first climax that hit her, and as he pumped his cock in and out, again and again she felt waves of sexual excitement ran up and down her body. Finally Kaleb pushed deep into her cunt and came with his hot cum shooting into her. At once, she burst with fluids of her own and had an orgasm that shook her to every fiber of her being. They lay there for a moment, then he got up and walked out of the cabin. She was a little dazed, and wondered finally where he was going. But he came right back with the bedroll that had been on his horse. She giggled as he spread it on the floor, then they resumed their embrace. He again fingered her cunt to arouse her before he brought his prick back into her for another low slow fuck that brought her to another huge orgasm. Then he rolled her over and began to kiss and finger the cheeks of her ass. She was shocked as he pulled the cheeks of her butt apart and she felt his cock push against her anus. She screamed as he pushed into her ass, and she thought it would kill her, but as he entered her back there, one hand still fingered her pussy. Pain rocked her for short while. But then she felt her anus open to receive the insertion, and was amazed that she felt the same waves of pleasure at this new kind of sex. She was dizzy from the experience. In the long, wonderful night, Kaleb took her into heaven over and over, fucking her in the front and rear. They fell asleep finally, in each other's arms.

Part Five

Maureen woke the next morning, smiling at the wonderful sensations she still felt after her exquisite night of love-making. She rolled over on the blanket to find the Sheriff had left. She brought her hand up to her face and found that although she was naked, her black domino mask was still on her face. Perhaps next time she spent a night in bed with Kaleb she would reveal her true identity to him. It would be only right. And then the two of them might be able to plan a wonderful life together. This thought was very satisfying to Maureen as she got up and pulled on her buckskin skirt and her red shirt. She didn't see her lacy white panties and bent down to look over the floor for them. She giggled as she wondered if Kaleb had perhaps kept them as a memento! Suddenly the door to the cabin burst open and a couple of cavalry men rushed in. Bonnie punched the first one in the gut and spun to dive for her six-guns, on the floor nearly. But more soldiers came in and first one, then several grabbed out and got their hands around her. She was pinned to the floor, unable to move as a soldier clapped a length of chain with a set of manacles to her wrists. They stood her up and spun her towards the door, and she saw Captain Forrest stride in. "Well, you outlaw scum, we have you now! Run a rope over the rafters, boys." Maureen worried they were going to lynch her on the spot, but instead the ropes that went up to the cabin's roof beams were tied to her wrist manacles and her arms were pulled up to secure her. She stood there with her toes on the floor, the weight of her body pulling painfully at her shoulders. Forrest came up and slapped her across the face. "You will pay, and pay dearly, bitch, for what you have done in this valley. Nobody mocks me and gets away with it." He grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open. He put a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her forward. As her arms were pulled back by the restraints, her breasts jutted forward at him. His free hand began to fondle one and he pinched tightly at her nipple. Bonnie groaned and yelled. "Forrest, you claim to be the law here! Don't even prisoners have rights? Get your hands off me." The Captain just laughed and pulled a knife from his belt, cutting the shirt away from his prisoner. He then slashed at the waistband of the skirt and it fell to the floor. She tried to hold her legs together tight, but more rope was produced and her legs were pulled up and out, to points on the walls. She reddened in shame as she hung naked in midair, with her pussy open and inviting. The Captain ordered his men out of the cabin. "I want to... interrogate her alone. The rest of you men can... interrogate her later." The men left, with leering looks at the helpless prisoner. Maureen prayed she could to get out of this, somehow!

The Captain stood in front of the captured heroine and finally stripped away her mask. "So, you were really the meek little lady working at the General Store, Maureen Atherton. I should have suspected." Maureen realized she was going to have to beg for his mercy, unless she found some way to get out of this. "Ok, Captain, you have me. I'm ready to go to the territorial prison for what I did. But I have no regrets." But the Captain just laughed. "You are mistaken, rebel bitch. When you stole those army payrolls, you commited a federal offense. And here in a territory that only recently was in rebellion, we still have martial law. I will be your judge and jury, and I will sentence you to twenty years of hard labor!" "What... you would have a woman breaking rocks in a chain gang?" she asked. "No, you will serve your sentence at the bordello in Denholm where you will pay for your crimes on your back, legs spread, with many righteous army cocks in you! And the first night there, I will personally have my way with you and teach you a thing or two!" Bonnie gasped at the horror of this monstrous threat, as the fiendish officer brought a hand up to poke into her cunt. But over the Captain's shoulder, she saw the door open, and Sheriff Renart entered. Her heart soared as she knew her lover had come to rescue her!

But the Sheriff instead went to the Captain and held out his hand. The Captain pulled a sack from his belt and hand it to the lawman. "Here you are, Kaleb. As we agreed, two thousand in gold, the reward for the capture of Boot Hill Bonnie." The sheriff smiled and jingled the sack. "Thanks Yancy. Do you also agree to the other two things I asked for?" The Captain replied. "Of course. You want me to put in a good word with the banker so you can court his daughter. But you'll need more cash than what I just gave you. She is a spoiled young rich woman." Kaleb had a grin, and said. "Oh, I have more stashed away. I was paid a lot of money by you Yankees when I blew up the magazine at Fort Aragon." Maureen listened to this conversation and her mind reeled at the things she was hearing. She thought she loved this man -- and he's worse than the damned Yankees! Kaleb continued. "And my last request, Captain?" The officer smiled and nodded. "Yes, you will have free access to this whore any time you want. I've already gotten that agreement from Pedro, who runs the place." Kaleb went behind Maureen and put a hand on her ass. "Wonderful. Once I marry a fine genteel woman like Katarina, there will be things I can't do with her. But this bitch has a sweet pussy and a nice tight ass that will be very enjoyable." The Captain had a puzzled look. "Sir, you speak of fucking her in the rear? I have never experienced this little trick. I have heard of whores who offer such a service and I look forward to trying it with this one." Kaleb laughed. "That's nothing! I was in a bordello in New Orleans once when they put on a show where a whore had a dick in her ass while a second fellow fucked her in the pussy. Damndest thing I ever seen!" Captain Forrest looked thoughtful as he tried to imagine such a thing. "That would be something! Would you care to join me at the whorehouse tomorrow night to try it out on this piece of tail?" Kaleb was standing behind Maureen, out of her sight. He loosened his belt and dropped his trousers. Then, without warning, his hands grabbed her butt cheeks, spread them, and he thrust his erect cock into her asshole. She gasped and screamed at the sudden attack on her rectum. "Damnation, Captain, why wait?" And the officer smiled, took off his gunbelt and began to strip. Maureen writhed in pain and embarassement as the Sheriff's dick pumped in and out of her butt. The horror she felt grew as she saw the the Captain, now naked, come at her with his prick erect and swollen. She could do nothing as the man behind her had a tight hold on her waist. Captain Forrest's member slammed into her pussy and she yelled loudly as it rammed home. The woman who had terrorized the authorities as Boot Hill Bonnie cried and screamed as she was sandwiched between the man who betrayed her and the hated Yankee officer. And this was only the first step on her long road of torment. For now her life as a piece of meat for the Bluecoats had just begun.

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Author's notes: This tale came about thanks to a little comment by Bookmanwhb, a fellow who does stories over in the MrX website story section. I did up this cover manipulation for the Wizard's Lair, taking an old comic book cover and expanding the outlaw lady's already revealing cleavage and dubbing her Boot Hill Bonnie. I didn't think I'd use her for anything else. Then Bookmanwhb said he thought she was a character who needed to be fucked, and thought he might do a story with her if I didn't mind. But he wondered, since she wasn't a heroine, how he would handle it. I thought about it, and an idea for her came to me. I was going to pass it on the Bookmanwhb, but as the day went on, the idea grew to a plot, and the plot developed into a full blown story. So I told Bookmanwhb that I would be doing something with her, and here is the result.

Bookmanwhb has a large selection of work posted and tells a interesting tale, but I kidded him how most of his stories end up with the heroines as sex-slaves for a villain or shipped off to a bordello. Totally different from my stuff, where the heroines are strong and resistant and generally triumph in the end. I told him we had opposing writing philosophies, and I go for the "happy ending" while he likes to have an "unhappy ending." He's written a few tales where the heroine isn't trapped in the end, and I said he was getting soft! He laughed at that comment. But in this tale I thought a "Bookmanwhb" ending seemed to work and it was something a little different. I hope you all find the material enjoyable. I know Bonnie didn't! -- Alias the Rat 2/08