He stopped deep inside her, holding back as her soft wet innards throbbed around his turgid shaft, and asked her what in thunder the Battle of Little Big Horn had to do with inexperienced young gals. He asked, "Are you saying them ferocious fighters Crazy Horse led at full gallop along Last Stand Ridge were inexperienced shemales?"
She began to corkscrew her firm brown rump enticingly as she said, "They might as well have been, as far as the eagle chief you called Custer cared. They say his Absaroka scouts told him there were many tipis, many, where my own nation had met with others at a place with plenty of water and good grazing. They say the blue sleeves had some of those medicine guns that piss bullets in a steady stream. But the eagle chief left them behind, along with the long knives that might have saved some of his men when the fighting got hand-to-hand at the end. They say he divided his own war party into three columns before he knew how many of us he was dealing with. They say the fight atop that ridge where he made his last stand lasted less than half an hour as you people count such times. I think he must have been a very good war leader who knew what he was doing when he led his blue sleeves to their last fight."
Longarm started to make an obvious objection to her odd line of reasoning. Then he followed her drift and started moving in time with her twisting as he declared, "You're saying an experienced veteran of many an almost one-sided victory could get in a whole lot of trouble because he was so used to winning he never considered how he might lose! Custer rode to disaster that sunny summer day because it just never occurred to him that enough Indians to override a cavalry column could ever be gathered in one place and mounted up all at once. He knew all about fighting Confederate Cavalry and traditional bands of Horse Indians, no offense. Just like many a rider of the Owlhoot Trail may know, or thinks he knows, how to bust the law and evade the usual consequences. Jailbirds hardly talk about anything but what the two of us are doing, or how to put one over on the law. But they consider womankind when discussing pleasure and mankind when discussing how to get away with most anything else."
She moaned she was coming. That made two of them, but Longarm was still able to mutter, "I figured right off they were overconfident enough to let a girl-child get the drop on them. But how could even an overconfident crook leave a trail for the sweet little thing to follow without help?"
Then they were too busy to talk for a spell as Longarm rolled her on her back to finish right with her firm breasts plastered to his naked heaving chest and her open lips panting puppy-like in his face, Horse Indian style, while he came in her all the way down to his curled-under toes and quickly bent them the other way as his calves commenced to cramp.
As he lay soaking in her, with some of his weight politely on his elbows, Sue smiled up at him and said, "They had some man helping them."
He kissed her, his way, and asked if there was any point to what she'd just said. The Lakota gal replied, "To scout those outlaws so some wasichuweya witko could shoot them while they were wondering how to fuck her. Don't you see how easy that would be?"
He started to object, nodded, and kissed her some more before he said, "I think somebody may have just pulled something like that on yours truly. Somebody who knew me on sight, just as I'd know him, went pussyfooting around until he knew I was in town and could make some educated guesses as to where I'd pass through rifle sights. If some less than heroic bounty hunter or professional informant could track down a wanted desperado from a safe distance, then send for a pretty little thing to carry out the execution, a lot of pieces do fall into place. But to tell the truth, that theory leaves a whole new bunch of questions unanswered."
She switched her twat teasingly and asked what a theory was.
He said he was sorry he used big words when he was studying hard on a case and explained, "A theory is a line of educated guesses that might or might not add up to a proven fact. The jury is still out on Professor Darwin's theory about us evolving out of clams or something worse. The theory that there were Seven Golden Cities down New Mexico way has been proven false for certain."
She asked what the quests of Darwin or Coronado had to do with the case he was working on. Then she decided, "Never mind. I don't really want to know. I'm getting hot again. How do you feel about that?"
He said he had noticed a certain hardening in his attitude toward her. So they were going at it, slow and sensuous in the cooling draft from the open window beside them as they both knew without discussing it that they were really going to have to stop and rest a spell after this one.
It felt nice to just keep it hard enough to stay interesting in her as he reclined on one elbow, gazing out the window through the lace at the same time. The first stars were out and somebody had lit a streetlamp whilst they'd been too excited to pay attention.
That was something to study on. Even a familiar figure in a white hat and suit could slip in or out of a hotel entrance he was supposed to be watching in the time it would take to light a damned streetlamp.
He said so and she dreamily replied, "I don't care. I just want to keep doing this hunkesni, owihankeshni! Would it be better if I got on top?"
He sighed and said, "Nothing lasts forever and I dasn't let you get on top because I'm trying to keep one eye on that hotel entrance across the way."
She told him in that case to move faster, adding, "The Wasichu in ska may never come back. Or he may have already come back and you didn't see him."
Longarm growled, "I just said that. If he knows I'm still paid up at the Pilgrim he could be staked out, his ownself, anywhere on the premises! I ought to be whipped with snakes for carrying on this way whilst I'm supposed to be watching for Deacon Knox!"
Then he suddenly spotted a big blur of white moving along the far walk in the gathering dusk and paused in mid-stroke to declare, "If that ain't a paid-up member of the Ku Klux Klan after somebody else, it looks as if we guessed right about that son of a bitch scouting around town for this child in vain. Suppertime is clearly over, and he may figure I'm doing something like this, with somebody else, up in my vacated room across the way!"
She asked who else he had in mind. Then she wrapped her tawny legs around him and groaned, "I don't care. Finish what you have started with me! Don't tease me! Hi-yey! Hi-yey! Faster! Faster!"
He knew it would be faster to finish than to try to take it out, even had he wanted to. So he pounded her hard to glory and enjoyed it so much he almost passed out beside her when she suddenly went dishrag limp and let her arms and legs fall free from him.
He rolled off her instead, feeling light-headed as hell when he sat up to start dressing. When she blearily asked what he was doing he didn't answer. She murmured, "Onsika, you men are all the same. You would rather fight than fuck."
Then she'd dozed off again and Longarm was on his feet in his old army boots, strapping on his.44-40 as he smiled down wistfully at the voluptuous tawny curves he might never see again and murmured, "What can I say, Miss Sue? What can any man say at times such as these? When you're right you're right."
She called him something dirty in Lakota as he gently but firmly removed his Winchester from under the pillow her head was half dozing on. As he backed toward the door in the gloom, he could still make out the play of light through the fluttering curtains on her smooth warm skin.
As he eased out into the hall he muttered to himself, "There really must be something wrong with me. For this ain't the first time I've passed on a whole night of fine screwing in favor of one son of a bitching get-together with another asshole with a gun!"