Posted by Rodney on November 14, 2001 at 00:25:28:
Sandi and Nevada had been trapped in the Saloon for
over an hour. The Bank Robbery had gone bad...real
bad. Now the Marshal and half the town surrounded
the Long Branch Saloon.
Billy, Butch and Sundance were dead. Lying in the
dusty street outside the Bank...shot to pieces.
They were alone in the Saloon. The bartender and the
few customers fleeing out the back door as Sandi and
Nevada came running in..ducking bullets.
They had been exchanging shots with the Marshal and
the posse and their ammunition was running low.
So there they were, Sandi thought. It looked like
her career as a Bank robbing bandit was going to be
exciting and short. It has been a little less than
a year since she'd joined Nevada's gang. He had
found her working as a dance hall girl in Laredo.
They had hit if off the moment they met. They both
liked money and danger. A combination that could
get you killed.
Nevada had showed her how to shoot. Real good. Real
fast. Long hours of practice...draw and fire...draw
and fire. It had been exciting...robbing Banks and
Trains and she'd done her fair piece of shooting.
They kept calling for them to surrender...come out.
But that would just mean a long rope and a short
drop. Sandi had no intention of going that way.
Sandi like to tease Nevada that they would have to
find out who was the fastest...someday. Beneath the
the banter and sexual tension...they both knew there
was more truth than fiction to their wordplay.
Maybe this was someday.
Nevada was crouched down below the window, next to
the swinging doors.
Sandi leaned against the bar. Poured a drink.
"You always said you could take me, Nevada. Maybe
now is the time to find out", Sandi purred.
"You mean...?", Nevada grinned.
"That's right. Besides, it may be the only chance
we will ever have. The only thing you and I have
waiting for us out there, is a rope", Sandi downed
the glass of whiskey.
Her voice had excitement running through...He knew
she wasn't frightened and it wasn't because she
thought she could outdraw him. No...that wasn't it
...it was something else.
Nevada went to the opposite end of the bar. He
poured a big drink and put it away.
She really wanted to know the answer to her next
question. "Did you think it would come to this?"
"I knew we had to find out sooner or later".
She was actually smiling. There are people like
that...running to greet death with both arms out-
stretched. Most of them don't know it. After a while
they get impatient because it's so easy to stay
alive..so they push the odds, do things that just
have to get them killed. Finally, they know that
death is what they wanted all the time.
"I wouldn't have it any other way", Sandi said,
still smiling.
Nevada looked her up and down. She was leaning
against the bar, glass in hand. She usually tied up
her long blonde hair when they were on a job. But
now it tumbled to her shoulders.
A man's plaid shirt tucked into her tight jeans. The
black gunbelt slung around her slim waist, tied down
on her right leg. The holster holding her Ivory
handled Colt.
Death. Somehow connected in Sandi's mind with sex.
He had seen her draw on..and kill half a dozen men.
After each kill...their love-making had been violent
and long. What was going on in her mind now?
Her voice grew throaty, "Look"...as she began to
unbutton her shirt. She shrugged it off, baring her
magnificent breasts.
"You always liked my tits, didn't you, darling?",
she purred. "I thought I'd give you something to
shoot at"
She pushed up underneath those big knockers, so
that both erect nipples were pointed right at him.
"How could you possibly miss such big targets?",
she chuckled.
Sandi loved to tease and turn Nevada on...it turned
her on too! She could see the beads of sweat break-
ing out on his forehead.
She dropped her hands to her sides. "Anytime your
ready", she told him.
"Ladies first".
Sandi's hand streaked down to her colt. Her draw was
smooth and as fast as Nevada had ever seen her pull
her gun. Her beautiful breasts plunging up and down
....the distraction she knew they would be.
The two shots came close together. Maybe her's a
fraction ahead of his....Maybe Nevada's a fraction
of Sandi's...it was difficult to tell. And...in the
long run...it really didn't matter.
Sandi saw the red tear appear on the front of his
shirt....even as the sharp, agonizing burn ripped
through her guts.
Sandi's bullet jerked Nevada back against the bar.
At the same moment, he saw the blonde spazm.....
breasts heaving....the small blue dot about an inch
below the girl's navel.
Sandi felt as if someone had thrust a hot branding
iron into her bowels. She looked down at the blood
spurting out of the hole below her navel. It was
amazing that anything so small could hurt so big!
Nevada fell to his knees. Saw Sandi's head drop, as
she stared downward...long hair shadowing her pain
contorted face. She shuddered...gulped for air...
fought for control...the Colt dangling in her hand.
He admired her toughness. She didn't scream...or
cry...or curse...she merely contemplated the bleed-
ing hole in her belly.
He head lifted. She twirled her gun back into the
holster. Through the loose strands of hair, her
pain filled eyes locked on his. Her sensual mouth
twitched into that familar smile.
"A tie!...A d..damn...tie!", she giggled, then
laughed...as if someone had told her a very funny
joke.
He saw the blonde bring one hand up to clench at
her belly, where the heavy .45 slug had undone her.
Nevada didn't know too many men who could still be
on their feet after taking a .45 slug where Sandi
had. The blood splattering down her blue-jean
trousers.
Nevada slumped forwards.
Sandi staggered towards him. She thought nothing
hurt quite as much as taking a slug in the guts. It
burned all through her body..made her feel that
everything had been ripped loose inside her. Like
being kicked in the stomach...only a hundred times
worse.
She knelt beside him...held his hand. "Nevada...
Nevada....", she called.
His eyes slitted open. "G..Good..shooting. D..Did
me...proud", he gasped hoarsely. Nevada fell back,
his head bumping the floor.
Sandi picked up his fallen Colt. Grasping the edge
of the bar with her other hand, the blonde pulled
herself erect. With a shaking hand, she poured
whiskey into a glass.
"To..You, Nevada", Sandi downed the amber liquid.
A violent fit of coughing seized the girl as the
liquor burned her bullet perforated insides. She
dropped the glass, gripped the edges of the bar with
both hands until the coughing passed.
She gripped Nevada's Colt, drew her own from the
holster.
No rope for Sandi. Not today.
Marshal Dixon saw the blonde apparition burst
through the swinging doors of the Saloon...firing
revolvers right and left. The woman was nude from
the waist up...her big pink-nippled breasts bobbing
up and down...long blonde hair swirling.
The more than two dozen men surrounding the Saloon
were frozen in stunned suprise...and for a long
moment, there were no return bullets.
Then...Dixons ears rang with the sound of explosions
as the men returned the girl's shots.
The red hole appearing in Sandi's left breast, an
inch above center. A gush of red ran out of the hole
..dripping from the erect nipple.
The bullet didn't faze the blonde at all...as her
twin Colts hammered out death...several men falling.
She fired left and right...her body wrenching and
twisting with the impact of bullets. The hot sting
of the .45 slug as it reamed her navel...the impact
jerking her fowards, those big melons swinging down
...but she was right back up, blonde hair loose and
swirling...her guns spitting lead.
Between her bobbing globes another hole appeared..
..then another lead pellet smashed away her right
nipple, the massive mammory doing a wild dance...
lurched sideways...the left breast doing it own
bullet punctured gyrations...reeled, the ragged
hole below her belt buckle on the front of her
jeans...her mouth a sudden gaping hole through which
blood spurted.
Guns clicking on empty as Sandi took three stagger-
ing steps fowards...lush body shaking and jerking
with the impact of bullets.
Then...her body went splashing face down into the
water trough in front of the building.
Marshal stood up from behind the wagon and trotted
over to the water trough. He looked down at the
girl's immeresed body.
With his foot, he rolled the girl over. The blondes
body rocked fack and forth, her full, lush...bullet
riddled breasts bobbing lazily from side to side.
Except for the more than a dozen bullet holes in
the girl's body...she was still a beautiful hunk of
woman.
Someone at his right elbow said..."I'll never forget
this day, Marshal. Have you ever seen anything like
that!"
"Been a Law Man twenty years, Lester. Seen a lot of
people die. Never seen anyone die as hard as this
little gal!", he shook his head.
"Other one's dead inside the Saloon. Need to tell
the undertaker...two more", Lester remarked.
Dixon squatted down next to the crimson tinted water
trough. "Sure a powerful waste of a fine piece of
womanhood", he glanced up at Lester.
"And Lester, tell the undertaker to nail the little
gal's coffin lid down real tight. Hell, she's tough
enough to come back!"
(The End)