Blood Wedding

“I can stay,” Fargo said.

“You mean you don’t think it would be right for a woman to stay. Well, let me tell you something, Fargo, I’m as good a man as you are.” Molly slapped at the Colt she was wearing, and the pistol seemed to jump into her hand. “See what I mean?”

“You’re fast, all right,” Fargo said. “But being fast doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t shoot.”

“I can shoot. You want me to shoot something and prove it?”

“I’ll take your word for it. But shooting at a target’s not the same as shooting at somebody who’s shooting back at you.”

“You could always draw on me and find out if I could shoot back.”

There was a seriousness in her voice that made Fargo wonder about her.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” he said.

“Then you’re not like most men. They never want to believe I’m as good as they are.”

“Maybe that scares them,” Fargo said.

Molly spun the pistol once and put it back in the holster.

“Like I told you before,” she said. “Most men are scared of a big woman. At least all these farmers around here are. They want their women to be little and dainty, which anyone can plainly see I’m not.

“And I said they might not know what they’re missing.”

“Yes, you did.” Molly looked around the kitchen. “Are you interested in finding out? There’s nobody here but us.”

In most circumstances, Fargo wouldn’t have hesitated to accept the offer. But these weren’t most circumstances.

“What if Murray happens to show up?” he asked.

“Are you afraid of me, or of Murray? I didn’t take you for a coward, Fargo.”

Fargo was too old to get into that kind of argument. He said, “Do you think Talley would mind if we borrowed his bedroom? Or would you rather we went out to the barn?”

“I’d bet you a gold dollar that Talley hasn’t ever used that bedroom for anything but sleeping in the eight or nine years he’s lived here. We might as well break it in for him. He wouldn’t mind, even if he was alive.”

She picked up the lamp and walked out of the kitchen. After a couple of seconds had gone by, Fargo followed her.

She went into the bedroom and set the lamp on a wash-stand that held a pitcher and bowl. She raised the chimney and started to blow out the flame.

“Don’t,” Fargo said. “I want to have a look at you.”

Molly’s face reddened. “You right sure about that? There’s a whole lot of me.”

“That’s what I want to look at.”

Molly, looking a little uncertain, removed her gunbelt and set it beside the lamp. Then she started to undress.

The more she took off, the better she looked. The mannish clothing had managed to conceal the true bounty of her figure even from Fargo, who had a keen eye for that sort of thing. Her breasts were mountainous, but they stood proudly out from her chest without support, the nipples the size and color of ripe cherries. Her hips, though wide, were perfectly shaped. And the tangled triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs was as inviting as any such bramble Fargo had ever seen.

“Well?” Molly said, pulling her hands on her hips and striking a pose. “Had yourself a good look?”

Fargo nodded. “Even better than I expected.”

“Then you’d better show me how much you like it.”

Fargo hurriedly took off his own clothing. His rod stood out stiff as a fireplace poker.

“Seems you must like it quite a bit,” Molly said with a grin. “Judging by the size of that thing, you ought to be man enough to handle me; but if you are, you’ll be one of the few.”

“I guess we’ll find out about that,” Fargo said, walking over to her and letting the hot tip of his penis touch her stomach.

Molly reached for it and encircled it with her hand. She pulled him to her, pressing his hardness against her.

“That’s as hot as a pistol barrel after a good fight,” she said.

Fargo put his arms around her and pulled her closer, letting her feel the entire hot, hard length of him. Her breasts were soft as cotton, but they engorged and grew firmer as he held her. As they did, the tips stiffened and enlarged.

“Mmmmmm,” Molly said, and Fargo kissed her.

He didn’t have to bend to do it. She was nearly as tall as he was, and she joined the kiss with enthusiasm. Their tongues dueled for a moment, and Fargo found himself being dragged to the bed. Molly fell back on it, pulling him down on top of her. It wasn’t a hard fall, cushioned as it was by her prodigious breasts.

She hugged him to her and kissed him again. Fargo let his hand wander to the mound between her legs, and his fingers entangled themselves in the crisply curling hairs. She pushed her ample hips back at the gentle pressure of his hand, and he let his finger slip into the soft cleft, already slick from her juices. He ran the tip of his finger over her moistened mound, and Molly’s whole body spasmed with pleasure, so much so that his finger slipped inside her without any effort of his own part. As soon as it was inside, Molly clamped on it, and she rocked her hips wildly. She broke the kiss and started to whoop.

“YeeeeeHaaaaaaw! YeeeeeHaaaaaw!”