The eternal now was all about me. "Relax, my friend," I whispered as I pushed worry to the center of my thoughts and acknowledged the terror within me. Fear is a useful servant, but it is a lousy master. Once I accepted the fact I was scared beyond words, an icy calm stilled the trembling of my hands and mind, and I was no longer a refugee from reason. From the far edge of hearing, the sound of approaching hooves tickled the wilderness of silence ringing in my ears. "Okay? What's my plan?" I mused to myself with a shudder. Uncertainty answered. I had no Plan B. Hell, for that matter, I didn't even have a Plan A. I crouched and peered between the branches and leaves of the shrubbery in front of me and pov watched as the party of intruders and their female prisoners meandered into view. Whew, the leader's firearm was slung over his shoulder, and the weapons of the mounted guards were safely secured in leather scabbards. When the little twit from town came abreast with my concealed position, I stepped out from behind my bush with the barrel of my downward-pointed AR-15 draped over my forearm, held in place by the rifle butt tucked into my armpit. The color drained out David Fitzwater's face as his eyes widened in shock and surprise. "Does anyone have a match?" I took the unlit cigarette dangling from my lips and held it aloft. "I seem to be out of fuel." "Stop! I don't think you'll be needing that," Sheila called and stepped out from the rocky shadow and squinted down the barrel of her 30.06 Kimber Mountain Ascent rifle as she aimed at a spot between Fitzwater's eyes. "Same here!" sang a homemade chorus of sisters as they emerged from concealment and took aim at every uniform in the contingent of men. To his credit, the posse's leader froze in place and made no effort to prevent the gun he had started to unsling from dropping to the ground. "Now now, that's no way to treat a fine weapon." I slung my long gun over my shoulder and walked forward and retrieved the assault rifle from between the legs of his skittish mount. college I checked the safety, ejected the clip, cleared the chamber and used the sleeve of my jacket to dust the dirt from the gun. "Much better. I suggest you stow it for safekeeping." I nodded to the empty scabbard at his side. "Gentlemen, please keep your hands on your saddle asian horns where we can see them. Thank you very much." With a smile and slight nod, Martha shifted her steady aim from one rider to the next as she made eye contact with each man in the party. Sheila relaxed her arms as he slipped his empty firearm into its holster and he rested his japanese hands on the worn cowhide pommel of his seat. "Excellent. Let's keep this a friendly meeting, Mister Fitzwater." "It is Acting-Sheriff Fitzwater!" he snarled and stiffened his body as his knuckles whitened with rage. His lips formed, but did not speak the next word: "Bitch." "Mind your manners. Play nice." I ditched my smoke and ground the cigarette butt into the soil with my boot. The tension within the circle reached a new equilibrium. The Commander was in charge. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company, Mister Acting-Sheriff?" She moaned as she squirmed atop me. She ground her hot cunt on my mouth. Either way, I can hook you up! And yet, he realized, for all the emotional turmoil, he still maintained the display position, that had been demanded of him! I got Abby, nice, and hers read nipple, mine read cock. This bitch was obviously playing with me but I was at an advantage. He was used to that with his girlfriend, and we actually fell asleep like that for a bit. The feel of the two feet of twisting hog cock leaving her uterus, cervix and cunt channel caused her to cum again and left homemade her breathless. In drawers, under japanese the bed in her bathroom medicine cabinet and as I did my ex stood asian in the door watching and looking over the room too and asked me if I saw the small weird looking college thing attached above her ceiling light. I felt him flinch three times pov and then pull out slowly. She had the body for it, though you couldn’t tell much thanks to the overalls and t-shirt. I actually suffered from asthma when I was a kid which made me a very sickly child. It’s like time freezes.