Violence: This is a western, so….yeah, lots of violence but no more than the usual Xena ep.
Sex: Once again, it is a western. And it does involve Xena and Gabrielle lookalikes. So either leave now or….well, stay.
Part 6
March 10th.
Morgan sat up. Candia's hushed crying was repeating in her ears. The door slammed open and Caesar entered. Within almost a beat of a second, Morgan was on her feet and at the bars. "Caesar." She said in a low voice.
The lawman stepped forward to her, "Yes?" he replied sarcastically.
"Morgan looked over at Candia. "Let her go, she's of no use to you, she has nothing to do with me. I only picked her up for a little fun. Anyway - "
Caesar cut her off with a flat "No." What was it with her lately, everyone seemed to be interrupting her.
Morgan sighed again. "Then bring her into here with me. Those petty criminals you've got piling up could do with using her cell, and this one's big enough for both of us."
Caesar shrugged. "I don't see why not. Even if you kill her, it's no big loss. Just one less for the hangman to take care of. Oh, did I mention? There's no judge coming to town for at least another three months. So, I have permission to kill you whenever I feel like, because the whole country knows you're guilty."
Morgan kept her face straight. "When did you decide on then?" She challenged.
Caesar smiled. One corner of his lip dipping up into a sneer. "In five days, on the Ides of March. The day when I collect my promotion."
"Well you'll excuse me for not congratulating you." Morgan replied sweetly. Caesar disregarded her and headed for the deputy sheriff in the corner to tell him to move Candia into the first cell with the Wolf.
Candia didn't know what was happening until she'd been thrown in (literally) with Morgan. She immediately backed against the bars, firmly closing her eyes and whispering to herself under her breath. The outlaw rose up to corner the girl. "Candia." She whispered. She reached to touch the girl's shoulder. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Candia looked up. "But you already have."
The words were like a knife in the Wolf's heart. "I know, and I'm sorry." She whispered. Candia collapsed against Morgan's chest, almost knocking her to the floor.
"Morgan….we're not going to die, are we?"
"No, baby, shh. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again. I Promise." The outlaw settled herself on the hay and drew Candia down next to her. "Don't you know how I feel about you yet, Candia?" She whispered against the girl's hair.
Candia shook her head. "Tell me?"
The mighty Wolf smiled slowly, saying the words at last, "I love you Candia Fairland, and I don't ever want to have to stop loving you. You make me feel like a human again - not the beast that I've become."
Candia snuggled into Morgan's chest. "Even if you are a beast, Morgan," she whispered, "you're my beast and I love you back."
Morgan smiled against the golden hair. "Go to sleep baby." And they both slept, huddled together from the cold cell.
March 13th.
"This is a holdup! Give me all the money!" An obvious professional outlaw shouted at the teller, a bespectacled man wearing a striped apron. The clerk and his current customer began to scream.
"This is a holdup!" The man repeated, "We're the Wolf's gang, and we don't want to have to kill you!"
The teller paused and whimpered before beginning to pack the money into a canvas bag. "But….but the Wolf's going to be killed in two days over in Christi."
The bankrobber hid his surprise and grabbed the half-filled bag from the teller. "That'll be all. Good day to you." He said, stalking out to the rest of the gang waiting in the street.
"What the hell are you doing, Tiger! It's only half-full!" A man nick-named Vanilla spat at him.
"Morgan's in trouble, we gotta go help her." The Tiger replied, pulling himself onto the horse and spurring it out of the town.
Morgan awoke to a banging on the cell bars near to her. One of the petty criminals had gotten bored and decided to make some noise. Once the Sheriff had settled him again, the outlaw began to doze off. Candia shifted next to her and put her arm around the Wolf's waist, resting her head on her breast.
"Morgan?" she whispered softly. The outlaw grunted to show that she was awake. "I was thinking, maybe dying isn't so bad. I mean, I'd rather die with you than have to live without you." Morgan was fully awake within seconds and she shook Candia roughly.
"Don't ever say that Candia! There's nothing worse than dying and you know it!" Tears began to fall freely down the girls face and Morgan slowed her shaking.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot outside. The sheriff raced out and Morgan pulled herself up against the high barred window of the cell to see what was going on. She smiled when she saw who it was. Whitetail, the indian had a knife to Caesar's throat while Vanilla was shouting at the Sheriif.
"We're here for The Wolf." He shouted, "Let her go or your Ranger is dead." The sheriff made to come and get her, but Caesar yelled for him to stop.
"She's going to hang, either now or later, so you can't have her. But you can take her friend instead."
Vanilla looked confused.
Morgan grasped at the bars and started to wave to get his attention. "Take Candia, leave me here, we'll still meet later."
Vanilla nodded. "We'll take the girl." The sheriff came into the jail and grabbed Candia roughly. The girl shrieked. Morgan pulled the girl to her and kissed her gently.
"Go, Candia. I'll find you again." Candia, too shocked to move, was pulled out of the cell and put over the back of Argo, Morgan's horse, who had been brought from the stable. Cleo, with a rope around her mussel was released from the chain Caesar had had her tied to.
As they rode out of town, Candia waved a sad silent goodbye to her Outlaw.
March 14th.
After spending a silent night cuddled into Morgan's sleeping roll, which still bore the smell of her, Candia awoke with a plan. She adjusted her curls on the back of her head and headed for the man who looked to be in charge.
Tiger stood and greeted her quietly. "I want to rescue Morgan." She said firmly. Tiger shook his head.
"Its too dangerous." He replied. "She said that she'd meet us and she will."
"No!" Candia cried. "She won't. They've broken her, she's going to let them kill her. Give me some help and we can get her out. Please!"
Tiger nodded. "It wasn't like her to not want to escape. Tell me your plan, little lady."
March 15th
Christi was still a wild town. The saloons were the worst part of it, but they were empty on the day that Morgan Delaney was to be hung. It seemed that there were a million people standing by the gallows, just to get a glimpse of the famous outlaw.
Morgan rested her head against the bars of her cell. She wasn't one for praying, but now would probably be a good time to take it up. After a lifetime of gunfights and violence, there'd been a few times when Morgan had seriously courted the idea of suicide, but now she didn't have the strength to fight death anymore. Life had finally beaten her.
Sister Mary Ruth's revivalist wagon rolled into town at exactly eleven o'clock. The preacher had heard that there was to be a hanging at 12 noon, and had come to save the soul of the wretched man before his body died. Two men travelled with her, one a young Indian, the other an old man, grey haired and slumped.
Men and women alike turned to stare at her as she ascended the stairs to the gallows. Once there, she removed a dog-eared copy of the bible from her pocket and clutched it to her breast. "Repent Sinners!" She called. "The Lord has cometh to me as he shall to you. Repent your sins! Only He can save you from Eternal Damnation. Repent!" She shouted at the top of her voice. There were murmurings in the crowd.
"What do you want, woman? Money?" Yelled a voice.
"No," the preacher woman replied. "I want your souls. I want you!"
There were giggles from some startled onlookers. One of the girls from a saloon stood up. "Is it too late for me, Sister?" She asked.
Sister Mary smiled. "No, it is not too late for any of God's children. Repent your sins."
Morgan tried to twist her head to see the preacher. The damned bars were in the way. Looked as though she was gonna have to take up praying after all.
"I want to demonstrate. I want a man!" The revivalist called. There were sniggers and calls of 'Over here, Sister.' and 'Whatever you say!'. Morgan did her best to cover a giggle.
The revivalist ignored the shouts. "I want to demonstrate the power of Repentance to you good people."
Morgan heard Caesar's voice. "There's to be a hanging, Sister. Why not try your skills on the guilty woman."
Sister Mary Ruth agreed and Caesar sent the Sheriff to collect Morgan from her cell. There were insults and rotten food thrown at her as she ascended the gallows. Morgan wasn't sure which was worse. The Sister came to her rescue. "Jesus said 'Let he who is innocent cast the first stone.' And no stones were cast, as no-one was innocent. So do not cast this woman away, embrace her as she repents her sins!"
Morgan fell to her knees.
"What have you done to offend the Lord, my child?" The sister asked.
"Horrible things, Sister. So many horrible things." Morgan replied.
Caesar hoisted her to her feet. "And now she must pay." He growled.
Without missing a beat, Sister Mary Ruth managed to swing her heavy bible across the head of the lawman, knocking him to the ground. "Let the Lord's Justice be done!" She cried. She winked at Morgan who immediately ran after the Sister down the stairs and to the wagon.
Caesar began shouting at the Sheriff to catch the preacher woman as the wagon pulled away from the town, the horses galloping so fast it seemed that the wagon would fall apart at any minute.
Candia shook her hair out from under her wig, and began to unbutton the top few buttons of her dress. Morgan watched, fascinated as Sister Mary Ruth became Miss Candia Fairland. "That was some rescue!" She exclaimed. "But why did you take so long?" She laughed "I was seriously thinking of taking prayer up as a hobby."
Candia laughed and crawled across the wagon floor to kiss Morgan, her lips lingering on a new bruise on the outlaw's cheek. "Allow me to help you with the bondages of justice."
Morgan laughed again.
Candia smiled. "You look awful." She settled herself against a blanket and held out her arms for Morgan who happily settled into them and whispered "I feel awful" to her companion. Within seconds, the mighty Wolf was asleep.
Her followers cheered when she got out of the wagon at their hideout. The hideout was made up of about twenty little huts surrounded on all sides by a canyon wall. Some of the men had their wives and children stashed away here. They grew food all around them and had three small water wells. It was relieving for Morgan to see people she knew again, but Candia looked on, shocked, wondering how people could live this way.
"If y'all don't mind," Morgan drawled, "I think that I'll take Sister Mary into my hut and teach her a few things about repentance." Some of the men cheered. Morgan reached out her hand to Candia, still dressed as the sister, who accepted it gratefully.
The outlaw pulled her into the hut and closed the door. "I suppose that I'd better thank you for rescuing me." She began, but Candia shushed her.
"Tell me that you love me Morgan." She whispered.
"I do love you. And I'm going to show you how much."
"Ssshhh, my lover, stop trying to talk." Candia kissed Morgan tenderly, letting her tongue drag across Morgan's lips. When the girl opened her lips, she enticingly licked Morgan's
upper lip with her tongue. Accepting the invitation offered by the woman who she was so deeply in love with Morgan responded to the commands being issued from Candia's body. As their tongues circled each other's in exploration, Candia could
feel her legs weaken caused by Morgan's tongue and lips probing and sucking hers. Their bodies were pressed tightly together and each could sense the increase breathing and heart rate of the other. Wanting more but unsure of how to ask, Candia let her thigh slip between Morgan's legs and began slowly rubbing pressure against Morgan's heated mound. The Outlaw let out a gasp of air, when she felt Candia's thigh caressing her. Not wanting to stop the kiss she desired so deeply, the Warrior increased the fever of their kiss and found Candia to be a very willing partner. Candia could feel Morgan's heated wetness on her bare thigh and coupled along with her own increased wetness, her hunger to taste and touch the Warrior was uncontrollable.
Groaning fervently Morgan pulled away suddenly from Candia's sweet lips. "…..auhhh ….gods Candia…you're w..wicked…." Tremors shot through her body as Candia's hand cupped Morgan's wet breeches underneath her leathers.
The outlaw arched her body back slightly and began rotating her hips slowly. Grinning in satisfaction over her ability to control the outlaw the younger woman slipped her fingers between Morgan's breeches and bewitchingly stroked her outlaw's wetness with her fingers, allowing them to slide in and out of Morgan's heated shaft.
Candia almost stopped when she realised what she was doing. No young lady would do anything like this. Morgan sensed Candia's dismay and pulled her to her for a lingering kiss. "We don't have to if you're not sure." She said softly.
Candia smiled. "I want to."
Morgan relaxed as Candia began probing again. Sudden weakness overtook the Outlaw's legs and she knew she could not stand much longer. "Cand….oh…yes, yes…" She could only hope Candia had the strength to catch her. Increasing the pressure and variance of her strokes on her lover Candia's unmanageable urge to taste what she was touching begged for attention. Leaning close to one of Morgan's earlobes the girl could not
resist grabbing one to nibble. Soon her tongue was licking and twirling around in the Wolf's ear causing an even deeper animalistic urge to taste her lover.
Purring into Candia's ear, "Mmmmm…,little girl, I'm ssooo, so very hungry."
Having no desire left in her body to fight or even want to fight Morgan, Candia felt herself being pushed up against the table in the corner of the room. Within seconds she could feel her back against the cool surface with her legs dangling over the edge.
Shock registered at the fact that Morgan was going to take her right here, right now. The sneaky, cunning, gorgeous, passionate Wolf had managed to out maneuver the innocent girl, as could have been predicted.
Never removing her fingers from inside of Morgan's fever-induced center, Candia settled against the table. With her other free hand, the Outlaw pulled up a chair and sat down ready to satisfy her hunger.
"OH SWEET GODS…….." Candia couldn't resist the outburst. All doubts fled as she regarded Morgan. Sitting between her legs was indeed her lover. "Oh…Morgan, lo...look at me." The glazed over deep blue of Morgan's eyes connected with the untamed emerald eyes of her lover. The outlaw watched as Candia slid her fingers out of Morgan's center slowly bringing them to her lips. The girl licked and sucked her lover's juices off her
fingers, moaning and gasping over the delicious flavour.
Before the girl could react, Morgan grazed her tongue through Candia's curly down hair spreading her satin folds with her tongue and fingers. Some where soon after the girl's eyes closed under the exotic dancing of Morgan's experienced tongue licking in circles, tugging and sucking with her lips. Nothing mattered anymore. The girl's body began trembling and her hips lifted off the table, as her lover increased the speed and
pressure of her licking.
Morgan could feel Candia's centre of pleasure throbbing and vibrating. "YES, oh gods Morgan, don't s.s..stop." The outlaw slipped her fingers back into Candia and slowed the speed of her tongue centering in on the small swollen nub that would bring her lover to climax. Latching on to the nub with her lips, Morgan rolled and tugged, constantly sucking and flicking it with her tongue. Her fingers were caressing and sliding in the
wetness of her lover memorizing every texture and fold of her Warrior.
Loosing control of her body and breathing the inexperienced lover could take no more, as she reached her peak. Finally collapsing and falling back to the table. Within seconds, Morgan found her lover grinning and trying to focus her eyes.
Morgan raised her eyebrow at Candia. Lifting herself off the table Candia snuggled into the outlaw. Sighing, Morgan whispered "I'll never be able to eat a meal at that table again." Candia giggled.
"What will you do now?" The girl asked.
"What? After ravishing you?" Morgan replied, "Well, I thought that I'd do a bit of bounty hunting for a while."
"You can't be serious!" Candia laughed.
Morgan fixed her with a steely gaze. "I'm dead serious. I've learnt my lesson now. I thought that I could earn some money from bounty hunting and buy a piece of land. You can come too, if you like."
Candia shrugged. "I think that I should go home for awhile. Mother's probably wondering where I am."
Morgan stared at Candia, her heart felt like it was dying yet again. "Oh. You're leaving?"
Candia swallowed nervously. "Yes" was all she could manage without choking.
Morgan bit her lip. She turned and walked to the door.
"What happened to ravishing me?" Candia asked, trying to raise a laugh from the stoic outlaw.
Morgan sighed. "I changed my mind. Sleep here tonight, then feel free to leave. I wouldn't want to keep you here." And Candia cried as she watched the outlaw leave her for the last time.
Candia left the next morning, not saying goodbye to anyone. She just walked calmly to her horse, Chocolate and rode out, in the direction of her home. Morgan watched her from atop a huge boulder. She cradled Cleo in her arms and closed her eyes rather that watch the spark leave her life. A sole tear ran down her cheek, and dripped onto the wolf she held.
She had shed her tears long before, and now it was time to start anew. With or without Candia.
That afternoon, the Wolf's gang parted ways for the last time. Some opted to stay in the hideout with their families, while others headed off to either set up a home or for a life of smaller crimes. A lone Wolf rode towards the border town to begin her new life as a bounty hunter.
Epilogue:
Candia looked the man up and down. She had no recognision of him, but he seemed to know her.
"Shore," he drawled, "You went with that Wolfie, didn't ya? I saw'd ya. I knows ware da Wolfie is."
Candia blinked back tears and led her horse closer to the man. The town continued working around her but she didn't glance at them. Her father was buying cotton from the merchant, he'd be gone for a few more minutes, time enough to find out where Morgan was. Swallowing her pride, Candia asked quietly, "Where is the Wolf?"
The man smiled. "Up over those hills yonder. She's gonna go to Luembo."
Candia thanked the man.
Her father emerged moments later.
Candia rushed to him. "Father, I have to go to see a woman about….about wolves, there was a citing of one, and they think that there could be packs. I'll be back in a few days."
Candia's father looked on, confused as his daugther rushed off with Chocolate
The stagecoach was crowded as it rumbled down towards Luembo. Morgan sat between a middle-aged lady and a cowboy. Across from them were two other men, who looked in need of a bath more than anything. Morgan had no idea why she was on there. She had just needed to get away. Candia had never loved her. It was crazy to even think about it. It was doomed right from the start. Morgan rested her hand on her stomach and sighed.
"Is this your first child?" The woman asked.
Morgan nodded.
"Will your husband meet you in Luembo?"
Morgan nodded again. "We're very excited"
"Well, I'm Ruth Jaundbury, so you just tell me if there's anything that you need." Morgan smiled at the older woman and admired her ability to mother. She moved slightly and tried to adjust the weight. It was awkward being this big.
Suddenly there was a shout and Mrs Jaundbury leaned out the window. "Goodness!" She explained. "There's a young lady with a horse and she's….dressed like a man!"
Morgan couldn't help smiling to herself. Some of the things she had worn would have scared Mrs Jaundbury to death.
"The girl's coming up here, I wonder if she needs a ride." Ruth carried on.
"I don't think that she'll fit." Morgan muttered.
The door opened and Morgan gasped. Candia!
Candia stopped herself from flinging her body into Morgan's arms. Morgan hadn't moved to greet her. Morgan was pregnant. Candia looked her over again. Pregnant? With who's child? It must have been Daniels'. Morgan had gotten pregnant while trying to get Candia her revenge on Daniels. "We have to talk, Morgan."
Morgan nodded.
Mrs Jaundbury glanced Candia up and down. "Are you a friend of the father?"
Candia glared at Morgan. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were married."
Morgan glared back. "I'm sorry I'm married too. Help me out."
Candia grasped at Morgan's hand as the ex-outlaw struggled to rise and descend the steps. Morgan grabbed Candia's shoulders.
Candia smiled. "I'll love you always, Morgan, but you have to tell me that this isn't Daniels' baby you're carrying."
Mrs Jaundbury began to fan herself.
Morgan grinned stupidly. "You love me?"
Candia nodded.
Morgan's smile disappeared. "Hold that thought." She bounded back into the carriage. "Bobby Freemason, you're under arrest for murder in six states." The young cowboy began to protest but stopped when Morgan handcuffed him to the rail inside the carriage.
Morgan winked at Mrs Jaundbury and pulled a pin from her pocket. Without a word, she popped the 'baby'. Mrs Jaundbury was shocked. Suddenly the trip wasn't quite as boring anymore.
Morgan swept Candia into her arms, feeling the young body press against her. "What were you saying Miss Fairland?"
"Only that I love you"
Morgan smiled. "And I love you."
Then, to the amazement of the remaining passengers, Morgan kissed her lover, never wanting to let go.