Img not mine. I was bored and this pic inspired me to try writing a Lesbian Wild West/American Frontier story. I’ll post short stories/episodes in chronological order from the POV of the main characters Isabella “Belladonna” (brunette) and Clara “She-Wolf”(blonde)
The rays from the sun sent deadly kisses onto her face. The heat not the welcomed kind which a curvaceous body creates. And unlike the sweat covering her body from spending her body in the throes of passion, the sweat that covers her now is from no such activity. It’s an annoyance. She cannot find any shade to protect herself from the sun’s rays. She will suffer the heat knowing the reward is far greater than a cool shade and drink.
The neighs of horses bring a smile of relief to her face. She turns peaking from behind a boulder. Her long dark hair blowing in her face covering her smile as if to caution her from being too excited. A horse drawn wagon along with a four-horse drawn stagecoach come down the rough passageway in a hint of haste. Each with two armed men guiding the horses over the rocky terrain. The secret passageway was not used very often. One must be skilled in navigation to use it.
She jumps up from her squatting position and move with urgency to her horse ready to intercept the wagons and steal their coins.
Gunfire brings her feet to a halt. “Shit!” She rushes back to her viewpoint over a boulder and sees a posse stampeding toward the wagon and stagecoach. One rider on a brown spotted horse leads the charge and fires their rifle once more. “How did they find out?” She yells out to no one in particular. She always has a plan for potential interruptions. Taking out a match she lights a stick of dynamite and tosses it where she has partially buried two other sticks of dynamite. The explosion causes a thick fog of dust. Taking her chance at the intruders being distracted she jumps onto her horse and rides full speed at the wagons and stagecoach drivers that are having difficulty controlling their spooked horses. With a Colt revolver in both hands she fires killing the drivers before she gets ten feet away.
Her horse closes the distance riding right next the stagecoach. A woman screams from inside the stagecoach and a man pokes his head out right as she leaps onto one of the four horses. She shoots the man and grins as he falls out. “Faster!” She yells at the horses and digs her heels into the horse she’s riding. She jumps onto another horse until she gets to the lead horse and rides them through the passage to the town of Harrison which was two towns over.
“Belladonna, where have you been?”
She smiles hearing the voice of gunslinger Jesse Fisher. She turns around placing her hands on her hips. “Santa Fe, the Sheriff’s wife needed tending to. I was more than happy to oblige. I did kill her husband after all.”
Jesse laughs then spits on the ground. “You going to trade all those horses with the Indians? A group of cowboys came through two days ago and have not left. Don’t linger long. I’ll go with you to the mountains.”
Belladonna laughs then draws her two Colt revolvers in the blink of an eye and shoots a man off of his horse. “I don’t need any help. I’ll sell the horses later. I’m heading to the house.”
“Belladonna, you bring back anything for us?” Anna calls out from the steps of the town’s brothel.
She walks across the road placing a foot on the brothel steps leaning close to Anna. “I always have something for my favorite ladies. Come over to my house with the ladies and you all get your pick.”
“I will see if Elizabeth will part with us for a while.” Anna links her finger in Belladonna’s belt buckle before placing a kiss on the outlaw’s cheek.
“Be quick about it.” Belladonna draws her gun spinning it before shooting two men who were going through her wagon before she even finished her sentence. She grins at Anna then departs from the women and mounts her horse. “Jesse hop on one of the horses and come with me to the house. I want to hear all about the new arrivals in town.”