By the time he woke up it was almost three in the afternoon. He sat up in the bed which woke her. “I’m going downstairs; I’ll have Pearl send someone up to help you with your clothes and hair”. She reached out for him, but he was out of the bed and putting on some clean clothes. Once he was dressed, he buckled his gun belt and walked out of the room without saying a word. She laid in the bed looking at the door and felt confused; she hadn’t done anything to make him mad, but felt like she had without knowing it.
When Ed got downstairs he told Pearl, that Sweet fawn would have to be shown how to dress and needed a comb and brush. Pearl told two of the girls to get the comb and brush and some other things and go upstairs and help the girl in the guest room. The women did as told; they were older and had been whores or prostitutes for some time and had long since lost any memory of being young and innocent. When they got to the room they found Sweet Fawn sitting on the side of the bed, still naked; she grabbed at the bedding and tried to cover herself. The women looked at each other and smiled; they introduced themselves as Lilly and Rose and asked her name. When she told them, Lilly said it sounded too Indian and that they would just call her Fawn. She smiled and agreed, because she wanted to fit into the white man’s world.
Rose picked up the pantaloons and said “First you put these on like pants” which Fawn did. Then they had her stand. Her breast were young and firm which made Rose and Lilly envious. Lilly cupped them with her hands and turned to Rose, “Remember when our tits looked like these”
“Can’t say that I do” Rose responded and they both laughed. “OK this here is a corset, you wrap it around you and then pull on the strings” They showed her how to put it on and cinch it until her breasts bulged over the top. They sat her down again and showed her how the stockings went on; pulling the legs of the pantaloons up just over her knees then added garters to keep them up. “OK now you put on the dress” Fawn pulled the dress over her head and they showed her how to tie the strings at the back so the dress hugged her tiny corseted waist. “We need to get her some shoes. I have a pair in my closet; I’ll get them while you help her with her hair” Lilly told Rose. Rose sat fawn in a chair and started combing the tangles of her hair. It was a painful process, but the young girl just sat and winced occasionally. “You just passin through?” Rose asked.
“I guess I’ll be staying a while, but Ed is going on until he finds a place for us” Fawn said.
Rose smiled, “I’ll bet that cowboy will send for you as soon as he can” she said and smiled. She had known a number of women who were still waiting for their men to send for them; even though those men had left more than years earlier. Fawn nodded and smiled. When Lilly returned with the shoes, they slipped her feet into them with a bit of difficulty. The shoes pinched her toes, but they agree they were better than nothing. When Rose finish brushing Fawn’s hair she pulled it back into a pony tail, wrapped a ribbon around it and tied it into a bow. “OK stand up” Fawn stood and the tightness of the shoes made her wince. “OK let’s paint that pretty face now” Fawn had no idea what the two women were going to do, in her tribe only the men wore face pain and then only for ceremonies or battle. “Close your eyes” fawn did as told. They powered her face from forehead to chin and from ear to ear until she looked like a mime and then applied rouge, lip paint, darkened her eyelids and then her eyebrows. “There you go” Rose said. Fawn looked in the mirror and saw what they had done; they had transformed her pretty face into one of a cheap whore. When Ed walked in and saw her, he ordered the women out, handed Fawn wash cloth and told her to wash off the paint; he met no resistance.
“You don’t need to wear that shit, you look good without it”
She thanked him, because she didn’t want to look like a whore or barmaid. She stood up and winced again. “What’s wrong?” he asked and she explained that the shoes hurt her feet. “Then take them off and put on your squaw boots and I’ll buy you a pair that fits. When you’re done we’ll get something to eat.” She did as told; cleaned the paint from her face and put on the boots and they left the room. As they were leaving Pearl stepped out of the parlor and complimented Fawn. Ed looked at her and told her what her two whores had done with the makeup. “Keep your girls in line, this one doesn’t need that putty to fill cracks and scars” Pearl agreed.
“You’re right, she’ll do better like this” Pearl knew men preferred the young, innocent looking ones over the older hardened whores. Ed didn’t want to think what he was leaving her at Pearls to become; he just wanted her to be left alone as long as he was there.
They took Pearls buggy and road into town and when they got there he took her to a dress shop and bought her a hat, parasol and shoes that fit. Once she put them on she had to learn how to walk on with an elevated heel. She looked like a lady when she left the store, but she was dark skinned so people stared at the couple as they walked by and when they got to the restaurant the owner refused them service, because “they didn’t serve Indians”. Ed was furious and started to argue with the owner; he even thought about shooting him, but then remembered who he was and where he was. If a lawman was summoned he’d be arrested, so they left and went to the saloon.
When they entered a number of cowboys at the bar turned their heads to get a look at Fawn; one made a remark, but shut up as Ed’s hand came to rest on the butt of his gun. “What will it be, Mr.” the bar maid asked.
“Bring us two steak dinners and bring me a shot of whiskey and a beer”
“And what will she have, we don’t serve alcohol to Indians” the bar maid said gesturing to Fawn.
“Bring her a Sarsaparilla” He looked at Fawn and apologized.
“You’ll have to get used to that if you can; I never did. Being a half breed I guess they figure they’re only serving the white half of me.” He looked at Fawn and she giggled. When the drinks came to the table, he poured the whiskey into Fawn’s sarsaparilla and shot a daring look to the bar maid then told her to bring him another whiskey.
“Whatever you say cowboy, I ain’t giving her the liquor so I don’t care” she said and returned to the bar. She made a comment to the barkeeper and a few of the men at the bar turned around, but no one said a word to Ed. Fawn sipped her drink as Ed tossed back the whiskey and smiled; she liked the way he stuck up for her. They ate their dinner when it came, Ed paid and they walked out to the buggy without anyone saying a word, but not before Ed bought a bottle of whiskey from the bar keeper.
Ed and fawn road back to Pearls, where they found a parlor full of half naked women mingling with a variety of men ranging from cowboys to more conservative types. They were drinking and laughing and occasionally one of the girls would take one of the men up to her room. When Ed and Fawn went directly upstairs a couple of the men asked Pearl about her and Pearl responded “She’s not available right now, but check back in a couple of days”. Pearl knew Fawn would bring in some money once Ed was gone and she turned her out to be another “hostess”.
When Ed and fawn got to their room he opened the bottle while Fawn undressed. She stood in front of him naked and smiled, then said “May I have some of that” pointing to the bottle.
“You certainly may, and then I want some of that” he responded pointing to her pussy. She sat down as he got up to get undressed. When he looked back at her he noticed her lips had parted and were glistening from her wetness. He took the bottle and pushed her back on the bed; then spread her legs and put his mouth to her wet cunt. He slid his tongue between her parted lips and saw her hands clinch the bedding. The more he licked and sucked at her clit, the wetter she became, then he started probing her with his index finger causing her back to arch, soon he had two fingers in her and then three. She could feel her climax coming and tried to stop him, but he continued until she had no power to resist it. He could feel it as her cunt tightened and then relaxed and her fluid rushed around his fingers. It was then he turned her over and push his hardened cock into her. He grabbed her hair and slapped her ass and told her he was going to “ride her hard.” And he meant it and did it until he came.
“You are good, I’m going to miss you when I leave” He told her.
“Then take me with you, I won’t be no trouble and I’ll take good care of you”
“You probably would, but I’m an outlaw on the run and there’s no tellin how far I’ll get before I’m killed or captured. I want you to stay with Pearl and do what she says; you do that and she’ll take care of you” He picked up the bottle and took a couple of large gulps, the Fawn did the same. “Tomorrow a friend of mine is going to be hung at the fort and I need to be there, so need to get some sleep now. He set the bottle down and motioned her to get under the blankets. Her eyes were wet as tears rose in them while she tried to contemplate life without him, but she didn’t and just curled against his body when he got into the bed.
The next morning Ed was up at sunrise. He and Fawn dressed and went to the kitchen. The wood stove was hot, so Ed threw another log on the fire and put some water in the percolator with some coffee . When the coffee was done he poured two cups and put a shot of whiskey in each. “This otta take the chill off. We’ll get a bite to eat when the saloon opens after the hangin. These damn things are like a circus, people will come from miles away to see one man swing; I imagine the crowd will be even bigger to see six men drop. Well at least Bill will have some company when he crosses the river” Ed was talking about the river Styx that the ferryman takes you across to Hell, but Fawn had no idea about that. She drank her coffee and tasted the whiskey; Tom had hidden the taste with sugar and milk. She shuddered, thinking about how his coffee had led them to the place they were at. She put the cup down and pushed it away.
“I don’t think I like coffee all that much” she said. Ed didn’t ask her why, but instead downed hers and his.
“We better get going, before the whole town turns out; Pearl and her girls will just have to walk if they’re goin” He bridled the hose and hooked it up to the buggy and then helped Fawn up.“Aren’t you afraid the lawmen will see you?” she asked, but Ed shook his head.
“They ain’t goin to be looking for an outlaw at a hangin; they’ll be too busy looking at the ones being hung” he told her and he was right. The only one that worried him was the Sheriff of Moffett that would surely be there for the occasion, but he figured he’d deal with that when it happened. When they got to the fort there were already dozens of people milling around. A Mexican vendor had put up a stand and was selling food so he bought a couple things for them to eat until they could have a real meal. By the time the execution was to take place came around there were hundreds of people standing in front of the gallows.
They led the convicts onto the platform with a priest close at hand. They asked each man if he had any last words. Some cried, some denied their guilt, one wished someone would tell his mother he loved her. When they asked Cherokee Bill he looked at the crowd (Ed swore he was looking directly at him) and said, “It’s a good day to die”. The guards put burlap bags over the prisoners heads and then put the nooses around their necks. The priest said a short prayer and the warden signaled the executioner, who pulled a lever, which dropped the footing from under each man’s feet simultaneously. They all dropped and kicked until life left their bodies. Ed took Fawn by the arm and led her though the crowd once Bill had stopped kicking. He knew it would have been him had Bill not caught the bullet fired when they were making their get away.
“First I’m going to buy you a decent breakfast and then we’re going to go shopping and get some new clothes and personal things, so you won’t have to wear someone else’s hand me downs or borrow from the other girls at Pearls” Ed told her as they crossed the street and headed for the saloon. They were among the first from the hanging to show up, but soon the saloon was full. Loud conversations about the hangings were taking place all around the room and Ed was nervous; he knew the Moffett sheriff would be in town and knew he’d be in the saloon sooner or later. Ed ordered them breakfast and urged Fawn to “Eat up” so he could avoid a confrontation. As soon a s she was done he ushered her out of the saloon through the back door into the alley and then down to the dress makers. He sat there watching as the seamstress showed her dresses that were ready made and as the seamstress marked them for alteration once Fawn had selected three. He had her get new pantaloons and stockings and allowed her to get a bottle of perfume that was marked “Made in Paris, France”. She was like a little girl at Christmas, it was all new and exciting to her and she had Ed to thank. She had fallen in love with him, but knew she couldn’t tell him. Instead she decided to show him as soon as they returned to Pearl’s.
They got in the buggy and headed away from Ft. Smith and as they road down the street Ed saw the Moffett sheriff walking with the warden heading towards the saloon. His heart beat faster, but the sheriff was in a conversation and didn’t even look up as they passed him. Another close call, but Ed took no chances and gave the horse the whip to push him into a full gallop. When they got to Pearl’s they found a note that read “Thanks for taking the buggy asshole, because of you we had to walk; so don’t expect us back anytime soon” That was fine by Ed, he preferred the quiet. Fawn carried the parcels upstairs while Ed put the buggy up and fed and watered the horse. By the time he got to their room Fawn had stripped and was waiting for him.
This time it was her turn to push him down on the bed. She leaned over so that her breasts were in his face and unbuckled his belt and pulled off his boots and pants ; leaving him naked except for his shirt and socks. “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice” she said as she knelt down between his legs.
She took his flaccid cock in her hand and kissed it on its head, then began stroking; it wasn’t long before his cock started responding. As it hardened she slid it into her mouth and began salivating from the base of the shat to the tip of the head. It was a natural lubricant that allowed her hand to glide effortlessly over her palm and through the tight ring she had created with her thumb and fore finger and when her hand began to dry she repeated the process. His cock was thick and long and she had come to love it as well as him. No matter what hole he put it in she found pleasure, but now was not the time for holes. Instead she brought her body in closer to him spreading his legs further apart until she could place his cock between her breasts. She looked down at it and let fresh saliva fall from her lips onto its head and onto her cleavage and when she was done, she squeezed her breasts together trapping it and began to let it slide. If he came, his cum would have washed over those beautiful mounds or perhaps flown up to her mouth, but she wanted him to save it. “What are you doing to me, I want to cum so bad it hurts”
“You will, I just want to make you as happy as you made me today” She released her breasts freeing his cock and stood up, then spit into her palm and rubbed it on the head of his cock as she turned her back on him and lowered her ass down until it pushed its way deep up the canal. She experienced some pain, but the sensation passed quickly. She raised and lowered herself on him until his cock slid as if greased. He loved what she was doing, but had no control, so he grabbed her hips and turned to the side once again forcing her into a position beneath him and he did it without being dislodged from her pretty little brown hole.
Now he was in a position of power and you might say drove that point home while Fawn laid on the bed face down in the bedding as his stokes became harder and more frequent until he released himself in her. It was the hardest climax he had ever had and he had had many. His cock was still hard when he pulled it out of her ass and she dropped to the floor dripping his cum from her still open anus.”You’ve come a long way in just over a week, from naïve native virgin to wanton woman.” He said looking down at her.
“I only want you” she said looking up, but he could see the concern in her face; she was begging with her eyes and Ed knew he would only have to disappoint her. He had to maintain his disconnect from her, he had to focus on getting away, because staying was dangerous and his involvement with her was a distraction; he also never intended anything more than fucking her in that field, but things got out of hand and he had lost control of the situation. He had to take control and the only way he could see doing that was to break away and deny any feeling he might have for Fawn; he would fuck her, but fucking wasn’t making love.
He grabbed her by her hair, shocking her out of her post coital bliss and put her mouth to his cock. “You want me; well then you better clean me so I can have you again.” She had been eager to please him in any way she could, but he had just fucked her ass and although his cock appeared clean there was still a faint odor related to the region. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he demanded as he pushed his cock against the lips of her mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. His cock was not the flaccid piece of meat she had sucked on earlier; it was now the large stiff monster that she had turned it into. There was an immediate pungent taste when she first took it in, but as she bathed it with her tongue, it seemed to go away. She held his cock in her, until he released the hold he had on her hair and he withdrew it. He grabbed her under one arm and lifted her up and pushed her back on the bed, then crawled up on her body as she spread her legs and parted the lips to her cunt.
He fucked her as hard as he could, for as long as he could, but never came the second time. He did it because it felt so good and because he could. Fawn had just laid there because she wanted to please him, but knew he was only doing it to hurt her or prove his control; none-the-less she was willing to endure any amount of pain or humiliation to please him. He finally rolled back off of her, leaving her breast and stomach wet with perspiration. He laid there in silence thinking about what he had just done and why; he wanted her and almost apologized, but then decided to go a different direction. Instead of caressing her, he just laid on his back and said, “You’ll have to do better than that next time; if there is a next time” Fawn’s heart sank.
Ed crawled in between the sheets and rolled onto his side; when Fawn crawled in and tried to hold him; he pushed her away. “I need to sleep and when I wake up; I need to get packed up. I want to get an early start in the morning; so if you can’t sleep try not to bother me, cause I need to” The words cut through her like a knife, she rolled to the other side of the bed with her back to him and tried to suffer in silence. Ed laid on his side regretting his words; he knew he was hurting her, but felt there was no other way to make a clean break from her.
Over the next two hours; neither of them actually slept, but instead laid in silence until Ed got up and started to dress. Fawn turned towards him and reached out, but he just stood up and said, “I need to go get a few things at the dry goods store; you get cleaned up and dressed and we’ll get something to eat.” He strapped on his gun belt, put on his hat and walked through the door closing it behind him.
When he returned she was ready to go out. She had dressed in one of her new dresses hoping it would please him and when he saw her in it, he commented on how pretty she looked. Then he threw two things on the bed; a derringer and a knife. “I want you to have protection. There is no telling who Pearl will introduce you to and some of her patrons can be rough; I don’t want you abused or manhandled by anyone. You will be expected to service these men and that is all, do you understand?” She didn’t; she had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. “I can leave you here, but you’ll have to earn your keep; you’ll be one of Pearl’s girls.” His words cut through her like a knife.
“You want me to sell myself like a common whore?”
“I don’t want it, but have nothing else to offer you; I told you I can not take you with me and I have no where to keep you. Do you have anywhere else you can go?” She thought about it and he was right, her family had shunned her and she had no one else. She sat on the bed and began to cry. He sat next to her and tried to comfort her, but couldn’t. The reality of what was happening had at last sunk in and she saw her future as bleak. “If I find a place I’ll send for you, but until then this is it.” His words didn’t comfort her; she couldn’t believe he would let her share herself with others and then send for her as if she was still the same person. He suggested that they go eat, but she told him she wasn’t hungry and instead grabbed the bottle of whiskey and started gulping the liquor down. “Whoa girl, he said as he grabbed the bottle from her hand; what are you trying to do.”
“Kill myself or at least kill my feelings. You won’t send for me if I become a whore, why would you when you can have a whore anywhere you go”
“I will, because you are my whore and I won’t let myself forget you” He drank from the bottle and she took it back.
“I don’t want to go out, if tonight is going to be our last night; I just want to spend it here with you.” He agreed and told her he’d have Pearl’s cook get them something. He went down stairs and told Pearl to have some food sent up along with another bottle. By the time he returned she had finished the bottle and was sitting on the bed crying.
“Come on now, is this how it’s goin to be on our last day together for a while?” She looked up at him, wiped her eyes and shook her head. “That’s my girl, now take off that pretty dress and I’ll show you how to handle this little gun.” The derringer was a two single or one double shot 38cal. He showed her how to load it and pull the hammers back either separately or together, he told her to point it at the midsection and pull the triggers. Then instructed her to always keep it close at hand, probably under the pillow was the best place. The same was true of the knife he wanted her to keep it close. He knew as an Indian that she knew how to handle a knife, but not how to use it against a man. He told her if the gun didn’t stop them that her best shot was to stick them in the gut, either from the side or “dead on”. All he said did nothing, but conjure fear in her; she didn’t know if she had it in her to shoot or stab some one .
They had both consumed a lot of whiskey by the time the food arrived. Pearl’s cook had fried some chicken and put some mashed potatoes on the plates; it wasn’t much, but was better than nothing. They had drank too much and though he had intended on fucking her; she was too far gone and he wasn’t far behind her. Instead, they just got undressed and got in the bed and were asleep not too long after.
When Ed got up it was still dark; he finished packing his saddlebags and tried to wake Fawn, but she was passed out and didn’t wake up. He walked out of the room and left a note for Pearl to read to her that told her he’d send for her as soon as he found a place and that she should do what she needed to do until then. He rode out of town and headed North with the intent of catching a train and going as far North as he could, before settling down.
When Fawn woke it was almost noon and she was hung over; she was upset that he was gone and that he hadn’t said good-bye and frightened. There was a knock at the door and she hoped it was Ed, that he hadn’t left after all and had just gone downstairs to get them coffee. She wrapped a blanket around her naked body and opened the door. Her eyes widened when she saw the man with the tin star on his vest; Pearl was standing behind him. “This sheriff wants to talk to you, you don’t need to say anything” Pearl told her.
“That’ll be enough Miss. Starr, I’ll talk to her by myself” he told Pearl as he walked through the door, closing it behind him. Fawn backed up as the Sheriff walked in until her legs hit the bed and she fell back on it exposing herself to the Sheriff.
“That ain’t what I’m here for, though you are tempting.” Fawn covered herself and moved her body up to the head of the bed. “When Pearl and her girls went to the saloon after the hanging yesterday; they were talking about you and Ed Reed. I want to know where he is.” Fawn told him she didn’t know, that he was gone and didn’t even say good-bye. “Well I don’t believe he’d just run off like that without telling you, so figure you’re lying to me. I don’t want this to get ugly, but you’re goin to tell me what I want to know one way or the other.” He moved in closer and grabbed her arm, yanking her off the bed and the blanket fell to the floor. “You’re a pretty little red skin, I can see why he wanted you, but if he isn’t here now; I guess you being a whore and all; that you’ll tell me what I want to know and make me happy one way or the other.” He pulled her towards his body and pawed at her breast then reached down and stuck a finger in her pussy. “Now tell me where he went!” She tried to fight him and he pushed the finger harder into her”
“Stop, I’ll tell you, but please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me” He pulled the finger out and released her arm. Fawn went back to the bed and laid on it with her legs spread.
“I’ll get to that, but first tell me where he went.” Fawn laid on the bed and let her hand move under the pillow until she felt the derringer in her hand. She pulled the hammers back as Ed had instructed and as the Sheriff approached her she spun around”
“I ain’t tellin you nothin, now get out” she had the gun pointed at him and her hand was shaking.
“Now hold on girl, don’t be stupid or I’ll drop you where you sit. Ed read is responsible for my deputy being killed and killin his squaw won’t bother me at all. You fire that gun and I’ll see you swing the same day he does” He took another step forward and her finger squeezed the triggers. Both shots found their mark and hit the sheriff dead center. He staggered backwards and fell with his body against the door. He looked down at the blood gushing from his gut and knew he was going to die. He started to reach for his gun hoping to shoot her, but she sprung from the bed with the knife in hand before he could raise the gun. She screamed as she slashed at him and the knife cut into his throat. She had done it, she killed him.
There was pounding at the door and voices screaming to open it, but the sheriffs body blocked them from pushing it open. She wasn’t paying attention to the voices; the sheriffs words were repeating in her ears, “You’ll swing” and she knew that she would once they discovered she had killed a lawman. She saw no way out and people were pressing against the door slowly making it open. She yelled to Pearl, “Tell Ed I loved him and wasn’t ever a whore” Then took the knife and cut her own throat. Blood began to gush out and she fell to the floor. By the time they got the door open she was dead. They notified the law at Fort Smith and said she killed the sheriff and then herself. The local lawman sent a wagon out to pick up the sheriff’s body and the women had Fawn’s body buried by a tree in a pasture much like the one she had first been with Ed in.
Ed arrived in Libby Montana and moved into the local boarding house. The Sheriff of Libby knew who he was when he introduced himself and threatened him with the noose, but said he could use a man with his background, but suggested he change his name. Ed told him that he used the name Tommy two Tongues and took the job. He sent a wire to Pearl telling her that he was in Libby and asked her to put Fawn on a train to him. When he got her response, it was as if the knife had been driven into his gut. He had never meant for any of it to happen; he never got a chance to tell her that he loved her and she never heard the note he left for her with Pearl. Ed Reed was dead and everyone he knew was dead to him. This was a chance for him to change as much as the Sheriff of Libby would let him. So while Ed Reed was dead; Tommy Two Tongues had been resurrected. His story is introduction to the Libertine of Libby was his destiny or fate.