Tomorrow's Woman

Starting a Fire

Sessina lay wide-awake in the dark. Idly, she stared out at the starry night beyond the windows.

There were no words to describe this day. He’d done everything he’d said he would.

He was entirely a man of his word. He’d rammed her full of his c**k not once, not even just twice or even three times, but five times he’d taken her throughout the course of the day.

Her face blushed as she remembered the positions and ways that he’d taken her in. She was literally awash in this man’s seed and with the intensity of his repeated possession of her walking was going to be hard.

Would he take her again so many times tomorrow too? It was hard to say.

One thing was for sure, he would give her pleasure, even as he took his own of her. Briefly, her eyes closed as her mind raced back over an entire day filled full of nothing but s*x.

The room, everything smelled like s*x. It was a heady aroma of living proof over how thoroughly the man had claimed her as his bride.

He was such an enigma to her. He’d been as cruel as any stallion with his first mounting of her and then after they had woken up from the interlude of sleep afterwards he had been so incredibly gentle with her.

It almost brought her to tears as she remembered how he had licked, stroked and even massaged her entire body. In the dark her face flamed as she remembered the reality of the presence of his finger worked up her ass via the massage oil he’d used on her.

Finger in place he’d then brought her to an orgasm and so help her his finger had actually felt good buried in her ass. There wasn’t anything the man would leave unclaimed about her.

He’d coaxed her to use her mouth on him and take him in deeper and she had. Whatever he’d asked of her she had done.

It was crazy. She didn’t understand it, but it was a fact that he now owned her in a very deep way.

If he woke up again right now and wanted to bury his shaft in her, so help her, she’d let him do it even though it felt like she’d been rubbed raw to the point of bleeding by him from all the times previous. On the heels of that thought he did move on the bed behind her and she inwardly quaked.

Even as she’d just been serious, even so she now wished for a reprieve. To her surprise, he rolled away from her and got up.

In the darkness, she heard him dressing. Rising partially up, she whispered, “Where are you going?”

He stilled and then came close to sit down on the bed next to her. His lips found her cheek and then her lips.

It was a very sweet kiss and in a way it stole her breath away. He got up then and again she pressed, “Aaron?”

He sighed deeply. In the darkness he turned to her and said, “Evil people don’t wait for the sun to come up in order to do their evil deeds. They start in the dark of the night and the best time to counteract their plans for the day ahead is to come at them in the night.”

“What are you going to do?” She asked with concern.

“Start a fire.” He replied with enigmatically as he started for the door.

Speaking up suddenly with volume much louder than a whisper Sessina said, “I don’t want you to go!”

Many things were occurring to her in rapid fire succession.

She cared for him.

She even wanted him in her again as sore as she was.

Anything to keep him from going. It was the truth.

She would literally do anything to keep him from leaving right now.

He was a very strong-willed man though, and denying her plea, he said, “Pray for me.”

Brokenly Sessina said, “I don’t know how.”

“Well, trust me that is something you really need to learn how to do. My Bible is over there on the dresser. Why don’t you read it tomorrow as you wait for me to come home. I can assure you of this Sessina. I will do everything in my power to come home to you.”

With that said he was gone from the room and silent tears began making their way down Sessina’s cheeks. She loved him!

How was that possible? But it was.

Slipping off the bed, she painfully made her way to the dresser. Her thighs were wet with his seed, but she did nothing to wipe it away.

Grasping his Bible she made her way back to the bed and lit a candle, even as she heard him riding away down the trail. Doing her best to get comfortable she opened her man’s Bible.

That her husband was a man of faith was truly shocking. Just as shocking was the urge within her to learn how to pray, because more than anything yesterday had shown her how she wanted the rest of her life to go and there was only one man she wanted to share the experience of the years to come with.

The man that had saved her from the evil desires of other men. He was not evil, but he was dangerous, but intrinsically she knew that she would never have anything to fear from him.

She pitied his enemies, though. Well… not really.

Opening the Bible she began to read even as her man made his way out and down the trail in the dark on his way to one spread in particular, Max Emerson’s.

Max Emerson was behind everything taking place in the valley. Take him out and the ambitions of all the others would likely fizzle out.

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Dawn was a couple hours off yet, but I was already soaked wet with sweat despite the coolness of the morning. I still couldn’t quite believe how well things had gone.

Maybe Sessina had learned how to pray after all. One thing was for certain. I was being aided in my quest by an unseen hand.

I’d gotten to Max Emerson’s spread just as the majority of the men were turning in for the night. They’d been having a party, because tomorrow was the day they were going to clean the valley out of one of its undesirables, one Pedro Martinez.

Forty gun hands on the ranch and not one guard had been posted. In some ways it was understandable, because nobody wanted a fight with Max Emerson.

The threat of attack seemed to virtually be impossible, but in reality their methods, but showed them to be amateurs at war. I was not.

I had served as a forward scout to a contingent of Yankee Calvary throughout the course of the Civil War and I had seen much of battle tactic strategy. The strategies that worked and the ones that didn’t.

Tonight my past history that I wished most often that I could forget was actually coming back to do some good for once. The rules of any war or engagement provoked by an aggressor were often dictated by the means of which they had to pay for their troops, while those being attacked often defended themselves out of sheer need for survival and for them money was of little consequence.

Max Emerson had a lot of mouths to feed and bullets to buy and thankfully he’d stocked in a generous supply of both. As the enemy passed out in drunken stupors of no doubt, idle fantasies of cornering my wife off for themselves in the day to come I went to work at stopping a war before it could begin.

The first step was money as no aggressor army moved forward without it. Creeping into the main ranch house I made my way past the big man himself.

It would’ve been a thing of ease to snuff him out in the darkness, but it wasn’t my way. Not anymore anyway.

Gone were things and methods that one should only be ashamed of. One day I would have sons to raise and I did not want to exemplify to them an example of anything less than ideal.

Kneeling down in the dark I pressed my ear to the big iron safe in Max’s study even as his snores rang out loudly in the dark as he slept in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk not ten feet away from my position by the safe. I spun the dial methodically and click by click I worked through the combination until with a loud jolt the safe door came open.

Max stirred in his sleep, but then coughed and went right back to snoring. When a man had forty guns at his disposal what safer place was there but his own ranch to keep his wealth at, as no bank could boast of the same security that he could muster.

With that squarely in mind the entirety of Max’s wealth was now open before me and bag after bag of cash and gold coin I carried from the house. The gold coins I took and buried in a spot near the livery barn, but the cash I split up into three large sacks.

Two of these bags I tied off to my horse. The third bag of money I began sprinkling along the ground from building to building until it was all gone.

That done, I retraced my steps with every highly flammable substance that I could lay my hands on. Wars could be very expensive things indeed. I found myself grinning most of the night.

Going to the supply room, I proceeded to take and spread sacks of flour throughout the premises making sure to connect them to the paths of spilt lamp oil and strewn about paper money. I stowed several bags of flour directly on top of Max’s ammo storage shed that had enough ordinance in it to fight several wars.

The man had certainly prepared well, just not for tonight that is. Going to the well, I closed it over with some heavy planking which I tied in place.

Ideally the planks would’ve been best nailed, but I wasn’t testing my luck that much. Planking in place I proceeded to do my hardest work of the evening as I lifted rock by rock from a nearby wall only to stack them on top of the planking covering the well.

They may well get the well top freed of debris with enough effort, but it wasn’t going to be either easy or fast. In the meantime, if all went well the place would be a literal inferno.

Breathing heavy I went about freeing all the horses in the corral. I had no wish to harm them as they had no choice in who their masters were.

With the barn and corrals free of livestock I stood in the middle of my handiwork even as the first gray hints of dawn began appearing across the horizon. Looking up into the sky, I said, “For what they are about to receive I am truly thankful for.”

I meant every word of it. Tonight had been beyond easy to manipulate and I wasn’t even done yet.

I stroked a match to life against my pant leg and nonchalantly let it fall to flutter to the ground. With a raging puff of flames the cycle of violence continued in an inward racing, fashion towards the structures of the ranch.

Grinning, I backed away from my evening’s handiwork. Without pause flames raced along the ground and as they did greenbacks curled up in into charred cinders in an epitaph for the waste wars were so commonly guilty of creating. At least in this case it was just money and not human lives.

The barn, the barracks, and the main ranch house along with even outlying buildings caught on fire and I began to hear the cries of alarmed men. At just about that moment the flames began penetrating the sacks of flour.

A sack of flour is worth its weight as a stick of dynamite in terms of explosive potential. Explosions tore throughout the complex and what had been raging fires became living infernos.

The ammo dump went up and rounds of ammo began firing off in every direction as the flames heated through their casings and caused them to go off. It was as if a Chinese fireworks display had been set off in the middle of the compound.

Men were scurrying about everywhere, but especially those trying to free the well of its covering. When the ammo started going off though everyone hit the deck as thousands of rounds of ammo went up in smoke.

I had just mounted my horse when I was about bucked off of it by the sound of an enormous explosion that rocked the ground and sent out a shockwave to match. Wheeling my startled horse around I witnessed the essence of a crater where the ammo shed had been.

There must’ve been a case or two of dynamite beneath all those boxes of bullets. Grinning, I rode off into the dawn.

I didn’t head for home. No, instead I made a visit to the Circle K.

Riding into a ranch yard that was a flurry of action as everyone had been aroused by the commotion going on several miles distant at Max Emerson’s place I was immediately hailed to a stop. The Circle K’s owner barked out at me, “What are you doing here? I thought you left town already Mexican lover.”

Smiling, I pulled one bag of money out of a saddlebag and tossed it out to spill all about the ranch owner’s feet. With a gasp he bent down to pick it up even as some of his hirelings made to do the same.

He growled at them and they backed away as he selfishly hoarded it all to himself. In consternation, he gazed up at me and asked, “What’s all this for?”

“Why compensation for giving Max Emerson a warm hot lead filled welcome when he shows up here in an hour or two with all his gun hands that are left.”

“And why on earth would I do that?”

“Well you see, that’s his money and unless you want to give it back to him I suggest you get ready to defend yourselves.”

The clear look of greed on the man’s face was answer enough to what the outcome would be. I rode off unchallenged as the old man trundled off into the house to count his money.

Right about now Max would no doubt have read the note that I’d stuffed into his shirt pocket in regards to where his money could be found. He’d have no choice but to go on the attack, because without money to pay his men he was through.

Riding hard it took me two hours to reach the other player in the game, the Crazy 8. They too were galvanized for action.

Riding forward I tossed the second bag of money at the feet of yet another ranch owner. He looked at it suspiciously and then up at me.

I spoke, “Hear anything last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Max Emerson was attacked. His whole place was wiped out. You do the math.”

Logically speaking, there was only one contender in the game that would have the muscle and motive to mount a preemptive attack against Max and that was the place that I had just come from. I saw the ranch owner put two and two together.

Belligerently he said, “That still doesn’t explain whose money this is!”

“Sure it does. It’s Max Emerson’s. It’s been liberated so to speak along with the rest of his wealth.”

Beady eyed the man said, “He’s got a lot more money than this. I’ve seen his safe open before.”

“He surely did. That is a fact. What you have before you is sort of a generous payment meant for you to just sit back and relax while the Circle K takes over Emerson’s place for him and assumes the leading role in this valley.”

“Like hell they will! That two bit old man ain’t going to be the boss of me! It was bad enough kowtowing to the likes of Emerson, but I’ll be dead before I see the likes of John White running as the big hebull in this valley! Men mount up!”

Holding my hands up I said peaceably, “Point taken. Shall I take the money back to him?”

“How about I give you exactly 5 seconds to get out of here before I fill you full of lead!”

Smiling, I said, “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Giving my mount the spur I jock jumped him out of the ranch yard and was a visible trail of dust long before my five seconds was up. Gunfire rang out in the distance as Max’s beleaguered forces ran headlong into a rain of lead as the group that he rode with neared the Circle K run by John White.