The location was famous for the battle fought there a decade earlier when famed scout Kit Carson commanded a force of 400 fighters against an Indian f...ghting force of close to two thousand warriors. It ended in a stalemate and Carson withdrew without Indian pursuit. It was a much better outcome than the ill-fated "Custer's Last Stand".The "Buffalo Hunters" had been slaughtering the bison for several years and the herds were beginning to thin out to the point that the Indians began to find it. How could they be so unconcerned, sitting here and sopping up whiskey while their wives were being fucked elsewhere in the house? Maybe they were. But, to Mavis, it appeared all they were interested in was getting drunk. They seemed oblivious to her presence--at least she didn't have to worry about being taken again by Willie or having them taking turns ravaging her body."I'll get to that Terry." Willie mumbled, replenishing his and Hank's drinks from a bottle of bourbon. "And I'll shag that. I was away from the ranch most of the time tending to my duties as sheriff. Pat was now living as a pensioner. Gramps didn't have any duties but was always ready to lend his expert advice on matters relating to managing the ranch. Two years after Jessie and I had settled into married life, the cowhand and hero of the trail drive, Keith Brannigan, arrived looking for a job. At the time, he was looking at being twenty in a few months. Young and ambitious, he was slowly taking over as ranch. She'd been caught spying on two people doing what God meant to be a sacred act. She got shakily to her feet and ran to her bedroom. As she stumbled down the hallway she regained perspective and her embarrassment changed to anger. Mr. Best, the schoolteacher, had violated her stepdaughter. He'd raped her. But even as her anger grew she knew that Priscilla was not making any attempt to escape. How long had this been going on? She fell across her bed, not even conscious of the fact that her robe.