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Tyr ~ Running from Destiny ~ D.E.666

Dragging this out or somehow making this an intimate encounter full of emotion was just impossible. The need he felt was a carnal lust that could only be extinguished by his taking of her. The hand playing with her withdraws as he begins to slap her pussy with his cock, only because he wanted to gaze on her moist female crevice. That was only a momentary delay, as his hand guides the bulging head of his cock between her legs, and the soft folds of flesh. The bulging head of his cock disappears into her body. What may have seemed like a gentle beginning quickly becomes a single forceful thrust as he drives his engorged manhood into her body.

Oh fuck!

That was the only semblance of language to escape his mouth as he grabs her legs, his inner elbow, locking with the back of her knees. The purpose was clear, he needed leverage for the assault that was about to occur. The only respite she got, was just enough time for him to reposition, so that he was ready for the next part. Half leaning over her, her legs held wide by his arms, he begins to thrust in and out of her. The thick long shaft quickly increasing speed and force as his knees dug into the ground. That she was his prisoner was irrelevant, the only thing mattered now was that she was a woman, and a woman that could satisfy his immediate sexual needs. The tight warm that wrapped around his shaft could do little to slow or soften his attack. The look in his eyes was wild, as groans followed by grunts get louder and louder, as does the sound of their bodies fucking.
 
The need need to feel him within her was getting stronger by the moment and she whimpered softly before groaning when his hand withdrew from her. She gasped softly before shuddering when he slapped her wet pussy with his cock, the wet noise making her blush a little as she stared up at him, waiting for him to take her. As he finally began to guide himself into her, she gasped as his thick cock began to enter her but when he thrust all of his cock into her with one rough thrust, she threw her head back with a loud cry while her pussy clenched around him. The young woman panted and squirmed a little beneath him.

A gentle yelp escaped her parted lips when he grabbed her legs, hooking her knees in his elbows and he held her legs wide as he repositioned himself so he was leaning over her a little before beginning to thrust into her. The feeling of his thrusts picking up speed and power so quickly made her cry out again before moaning as his shaft invaded her time and time again, making her moan out her pleasure. While after they were done, she was most likely going to hate him even more and she was probably going to hate herself, but at the moment it didn't matter. Right now she was responding to her instincts and giving Charlie what they both truly wanted at the moment. The lewd sounds of their bodies meeting filled the surrounding area as well as the sounds of her cries, pants and moans which mingled with his grunts and groans.

The only thing that they could currently be compared to would be animals rutting. Her hair was strewn around her head in a wild mane while her face was flushed and her eyes glazed, her legs spread wide for him as he fucked her.
 
She was open, completely open to him, as he drove his hardness in and out of her body. The chorus of their fucking obvious to any thing close by, but no one was, only a few woodland creatures were close, and none paid any attention. Again and again he plunged every inch of his length into her body, stabbing into her over and over again. The act was so primal, so animalistic as he attempted to quench the fire that burned within him. So much pent up frustration and anger came out in each hard thrust, it was just so satisfying to fuck her, and fuck her hard.

The initial need met, he slows for a moment, letting her legs down, so he can roll her over. Charlie wanted to take her from behind, on her belly or all fours didn’t matter to him. He wanted to mount her, to shove his thick cock in her. Everything now was instinct; sweet was trickling down his body, as he reveled in the physicality of the act. His throbbing length is ready to take her again this time from behind, to fuck her like an animal in the wild. That he was a bounty hunter, and she his prisoner was irrelevant to this carnal dance. The only thing that matter was she was a woman and he a man. The sexual feeding frenzy was far from over, his desire to great to stop now.

Under any other circumstance, and in a different place he would enjoy a long-term relationship with a girl like her. She was beautiful, strong willed, openly sexual, and intelligent, but such just couldn’t be. Of course those thoughts never had a moment to enter his mind, as it was flooded with a primal hunger for sexual satisfaction. His hand reaching over her, pushing her head down, and the other guided his shaft back into her body.
 
The feeling of Charlie thrusting into her over and over, his long thick cock filling her, caused her moans to fill the area. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving long red welts on his back through his clothing. The young womans heavy clothing was beginning to stick to her skin as she began to sweat, her long black hair clinging to her cheeks and neck. As he fucked her hard and fast, it just caused that burning need to get stronger and stronger, making her lust for him even more. When she was suddenly turned over, she gasped and moved onto her hands and knees before feeling him pushing her head down, causing her to collapse to the ground again, leaving her ass high in the air.

A moment later she felt his shaft filling her once again and she shuddered while squirming a little. She could feel the dirt getting all over her legs, her knees digging into the ground as she clenched some grass in her hands. The womans skirts were hiked up around her waist, exposing and framing her ass and the backs of her stocking clad thighs to him. Opening her eyes, she whimpered while tightening around him, her long hair falling in her face.
 
With her head down, and her ass up, Charlie fed her hungry hole, with his thick throbbing appendage. Both hands on her waist as he hips rotate drawing his length almost completely out, before driving it back in. The momentum of each of his thrusts causes his balls to slap her pussy. There bodies coming together again and again, the sound of fleshy smacking filling the area. Charlie groans a combination of exertion and pleasure as he fucks the insolent little whore. What he couldn’t deny was just how much he wanted her, how much he found himself almost obsessing about her.

The hand comes off the waist to smack her ass, as dribble of sweat trail down his face, they were both half clothed and it didn’t seem to matter the least or slow the carnal dance in the dirt they were entwined in. Looking down between them, he could see his slick length slipping between her engorged feminine lips, and the little puckered portal of her ass sticking up. Maybe he’d teach her a lesson, the next time she gave him a ration of shit, and fuck that little asshole of hers. Though right now he had exactly what he wanted, he reaches down, one hand still intermittently slapping her ass, the other grabbing a wad of loose hair, as he takes her from behind. The long bulging length plunges between her legs with a wild fervor. That they hated each other, that they were opponents, meant nothing, the only thing that mattered was satisfying this feral lust.
 
Jewel panted and moaned as Charlie plunged his cock into her over and over, filling her wet hole with his thick throbbing cock. She felt his hands holding her hips firmly as he thrust, moaning as his balls slapped against her pussy and she tightened around him, her body shivering as she moaned louder. She moved back against him a bit, causing him to enter her even harder and a little deeper. Jewel griped the grass in her hands even tighter as she groaned again as she closed her eyes and rested her head against her hands. Her clothes were feeling a little tighter from sweating and the exertion of them fucking.

When he smacked her ass, she yelped in surprise before groaning again as he thrust into her again. She whimpered softly as he plunged into her again while also smacking her ass, making her yelp again each time his hand came down on her ass, causing the soft pale skin to turn a bright red. But when he grabbed some of her hair, she yelped and closed her eyes as she arched her back a bit as he continued to plunge his long length into her body, panting softly as he used her to satiate his lust. At that moment, she didn't care that she hated him or that they had just been fighting not to long ago, all she wanted was to reach her release.
 
Two wild animals fucked and rutted in the clearing, their howls and moans joining in a cacophony of lust. She whimpered, moaned as he grunted and groaned, his long thick muscle pumping in and out of her. Charlie was sweating, and breathing heavily as he put more and more effort into this wanton fornication. Like some iron dragon, or steam engine, his cock thrust in and out of her like the ramrod on engine piston. His hips relentlessly drive his length deep and hard into the young woman. This wasn’t any kind of soft, caring, cooperative lovemaking; this was unbridled carnal lust as he hammered her, not only with his rock hard cock, but his hand to her ass.

Never had he taken a girl this way, not even in the brothel and whorehouses of the Wild West. Oh Charlie had some wild experiences, but this was all encompassing as he mercilessly fucked her again and again. Even now he felt the pressure building, and he didn’t care in the least, all he wanted was relief. The demand of his body had to be met, there was no way he would or could quite now. Each stroke and his balls slapped her pussy, hanging there in his sack, before they were whisked away, only to return a moment later.
 
Eyes closed tightly and body shuddering beneath his as Charlie continued to ram his cock deep inside of her over and over, filling her tight pussy with his rock hard shaft. Each time his balls smacked against her wet pussy, she cried out in pleasure as they hit her throbbing clit. Jewel had never been fucked like that before and the pleasure she was getting out of it was almost maddening as she panted and gasped in pleasure. The young woman could feel his thick cock hitting deep inside of her over and over as well as his hand coming down upon her ass. Bit by bit, the lightly tanned flesh began to redden with each hit until it was a deep, almost cherry red and it began to hurt a bit.

The way Charlie was fucking her was different from how she'd been taken by any other man. This way was considered improper by even the women of the brothels and whorehouses and saloons because of how rough and animalistic it was. Jewel felt her body beginning to tense, her stomach muscles beginning to tighten up as her release started to barrel forth and her cries got louder and louder.

(sorry so short)
 
[No worries about length, it was fine!]

Charlie felt alive, the very act so invigorating, no second thoughts, no concerns just the pleasure of the moment. What could be more perfect than a man taking a woman, especially when that woman was gorgeous and sexy. The stimuli from sounds, to the feel, to the smell were driving him ever closer to the edge. The more he plunged his cock into her wetness, the more he wanted to do it again and again. Her body was such an addicting thing, that if he thought about it, he would have realized, he would have trouble giving it up. A long series of grunt accompanied the hard pounding thrusts into her body. The tightening of his balls, the feeling of inevitability was fast approaching.

Trying in to make it last, he concentrated and concentrated, but all of it was in vain. The cries she made grew louder and louder, and the tightening of her pussy on his shaft, made any chance of delaying the inevitable impossible. So he gave into the immediacy of it, knowing he couldn’t stop it. Holding her about the waist he fucked her, mounting her with his cock, the euphoria of sexual ecstasy spreading completely through his body, as he yells in pleasure. The pressure exploding as he starts to cum.
 
Jewels was beginning to feel light headed from the mix of her heavy breathing, her moans, the feeling of him pounding into her and the scent of their mixed arousal. The scent was of both sex, his masculine and slightly musky scent and of her faint perfume. Though some might of thought the different scents mixed together would of been awful, there was something about the smell that aroused the girl even more. Jewel might of fought even more with him and tried to stop this improper fornication if she knew what it would end up leading to and if she had realized she wouldn't want to give up the pleasure he gave her, but at the moment it just felt too good to care.

As he shifted his hold on her and grasped her about her waist while mounting her, Jewel threw her head back with another cry of pleasure. She felt that familiar feeling of her release building up faster and she suddenly gave out a scream of raw pleasure as her pussy clenched around his cock and she came, her body trembling and writhing in his grasp. A moment later she heard his yell before feeling his hot cum filling her and she gasped at the feeling of the hot white release filling her body more and more.
 
Even as he started to cum, he heard and felt her reaching her crescendo. The mutual nature of her spasms and his were more than enough to push him to the next level. His throbbing length pumped her full of his seed, as he howled in euphoric release. Nothing was more perfect, nothing more right, then a man and a woman in the throes of ecstasy. An instant, a few seconds, it felt so much longer as he plunged his shaft deep and hard into the young woman’s body, reveling in the moment. Cognitive thought truly wasn’t possible, what was happening was so old, so primal, and instinctual that he held on to her, as he buried himself completely into her body and deposited the last of his cum deep into her pussy.

The deed done, his body damp with perspiration, he leans over her, his cock still buried in her as the strength ebbs momentarily from his body, as he relishes the lingering fulfillment. Nothing is said, as nothing was important enough to say. Charlie rests upon her as he felt the last of his essence flowing into her body. How wonderful, how extraordinary, why could this just go on and on …
 
The sounds of their lust and release reached it's peek, filling the small shaded area with the sounds of their bodies meeting and their mingled cries and moans. Jewel felt the heat of his seed filling her as he howled in his release and she arched her back some more with another cry while she shuddered. The feeling of his hot cum filling her was almost overwhelming as she gasped and dug her nails into the ground.

When Charlie was finally done releasing into her and she slowly began to come down from the euphoric high that her release sent her on, she collapsed onto the ground while he leaned over her and she closed her eyes as she panted heavily. The young woman could feel him resting against her limp body. Jewels once slightly neat hair was now a mess, falling around her shoulders in a mane of curls and her dress was rumpled and dirty while there was streaks of dirt covering any bared skin that had touched the ground with pieces of grass in her hair while her cheeks were stained red. The young woman certainly looked as if she had been ravished throughly.
 
Charlie makes no move to dislodge himself, and just lets the moment linger, their bodies melded together. That she was his prisoner, or that she was a whore, were irrelevant as he just relished the moment. That small period of time where everything felt wonderful, and reality was nothing but a memory. A man and woman having fulfilled and shared their lust, was such an incredible thing. Charlie strokes her hair and lets his body gently rest against hers sharing the moment of quiet intimacy.

Why couldn’t this last forever? Why did this feeling have to end? Why couldn’t he find such an exciting woman to claim as his own? Such a lovely thing, so incredibly sexy and vibrant, he thought, as he gently stroked her hair, and let his hand run along her smooth nearly flawless skin. That both were covered in dirt, or smelled of travel and reeked of sex was unimportant, because the only thing he thought of was just how complete a woman she was. The exhilarating feeling of being in and with her was impossible to deny. Being usually a strong and confident person, Charlie wasn’t used to finding himself confused and clouded of thought when it came to things. Rather than dwell on it, he just tried to bury the indecision and conflict, and enjoy the last little bit of euphoria.


[Sorry been very busy]
 
((It's alright. I have been as well. That and I've been having some trouble with writers block, so if it takes me a while to post, that's probably why.))

Jewel laid there in silence as she gasped and panted for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly while her long legs rested along either side of Charlie's waist. Her hands rested against the grass while she laid there with her head against her upper arms, the sleeves of her dress soaking up her sweat which just made her clothes stick to her even more. She could feel Charlie still buried deep inside of her and his seed, which had filled her, beginning to escape her body as she laid there in his arms. A moment later, she felt him beginning to stroke her hair and she closed her eyes as she relaxed and rested.

The woman's mind was completely blank and she felt as if she wouldn't be able to move any time soon. No man before him had ever made her feel such wild and untamed pleasure such as that and deep down she knew no man after him would. For such an act that he had just done with her was deeply frowned upon by nearly everyone. When his hand ran along her heated skin, she couldn't help but to shiver with a faint gasp before nuzzling her face against her arm. Her entire body felt warm and tingly, though where ever he touched her, it was like a trail of fire was left behind and it made her wish it could never end. So instead of forcing him off of her, she just laid there for the moment, enjoying that after glow she felt only after having wonderful sex and reaching her own release.
 
Charlie felt the pounding in his chest slowly subside, as his breathing became more regular. The perspiration glistened on her body, sparkling in the light, as he continued to run his hand over her soft skin. The fingers taking their time, to just touch and caress her as they lay together on the ground. Why fight, why argue, why couldn’t it just be like this forever. The warmth of her body, pressing against him, made thinking about the future impossible. All Charlie could do was relish the time, the moment, and enjoy it while it lasted. For a few moments it was the most wonderful experience in his life, so pure, so very satisfying. She was addictive, he was finding it difficult not to stare, and irrational thoughts of running off to fuck her over and over again filled his mind.

Charlie didn’t normally have any regrets, and he didn’t regret fucking her, in fact there wasn’t anything about it that he wouldn’t do again. He only regretted that as some point she’d be gone. So he lay there quietly relishing the moment, his rough hands gliding over her body, his nose inhaling the aroma of their passion. What happens now? And Charlie’s mind just drew a blank….

[Short post, sorry! Just wanted to keep things moving. ]
 
For some time, Jewel laid there beneath him, fighting to catch her breath and calm herself down again. But slowly her wits came about her again and she softly swallowed as Charlie stroked her damp skin. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she finally began to catch her breath and she closed her eyes with a sigh. The woman didn't know why but she felt dirty after what they'd just done, but not in a good way. Unlike the slightly dirty feeling she felt after a good romp with one of the men in the brothel, this felt.... cheep almost, now that the pleasure was wearing off. With a soft sniffle, she opened her eyes as his hands moved over her body again before she placed her hands on the ground and tried to move but his weight held her down.

Taking a deep breath, she wiped her cheek. "Get off of me." she softly said to him after a moment. "Charlie, get off of me." But even as she spoke, she grasped the grass beneath her and began to worm her way out from beneath him. Unlike before, there was no anger in her voice.... no anger, hate or frustration. Now there was just confusion.
 
Everything was going so well, when she softly asked him to get off, and then she repeated the request with a louder tone and insistence. Even before he could move she was wiggling to get out from beneath him, as if she didn’t like it. As if he was somehow some mysterious assailant. Charlie was at first confused, and then anger began to well up, as he felt she was rejecting him, and what he’d done for the both of them. It wasn’t like she hadn’t gotten off and been a very willing participant at the end, what was wrong with her?

As she squirmed he felt himself slip from her and it left him with a sense of loss. Before they were together, they were one, and it felt like a refutation of what they’d done. Yet, he didn’t stop her, or make her answer for her desire to flee, he just watched as she moved away from him, using her elbows to move backwards in the dirt. For a brief moment, Charlie wanted to drag her back, and confront her about what she was doing. Most of the times when he fucked a girl, they lay together and enjoyed the moment; it never happened before that a woman fled from him.
Finally he just had to say something.

What? What’s wrong? What’s got into you?

He was genuinely unsure of her motivation, and was trying to as much as possible to calmly ask her without sound too pissed off. Still it was getting hard to hide the growing irritation he felt towards her.
 
Jewel continued to wiggle beneath him, feeling him slip from her and she continued to pull herself free until she was able to move freely. The woman slowly moved away from him until she had put about two feet of space between them and she slowly sat up, keeping her back to him and her shoulders were slumped as she sat there. Softly she sniffled again and began brushing her clothes off, watching dirt and dust drift off of her clothing as she sat there. But when he spoke she froze and swallowed softly before looking back at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and her face smudged with dirt. The young womans eyes were filled with both tears and confusion.

"N-nothing." she said softly before looking away from him again. "I'm fine." She brushed her messy hair from her face before bowing her head, the tears that had filled her eyes finally escaping and running down her cheeks. Slowly the girl began fixing her skirts and adjusting the straps of her dress as she stumbled to her feet and slowly moved towards her horse. When she reached the large animal, she reached out and grasped the saddle but instead of hoisting herself up onto it, she just held onto the saddle horn with one hand while she opened her saddle bags with the other and she began going through the contents. After a minute or two, she finally pulled out a small bottle and opened it, wrinkling her nose at the bitter smell coming from it.

With a sigh, she raised it to her lips and took a drink before closing it again and putting it back into the back into the bag. After taking the drink, she closed her eyes and held onto Angels neck, leaning against the stallion as she tried to compose herself but she couldn't seem to hold back the tears that just kept coming. The girl kept her face hidden from Charlie, knowing that he was watching her as she stood there with her back to him, but she knew that he'd be able to see her shoulder shaking once in a while.
 
What was her problem, they’d just had great time fucking and she was crying? What was that shit about? Couldn’t she at least say something nice or acknowledge they had a great time? Fucking ungrateful bitch Charlie thought. Pulling up his pants he brushed himself off, and tucked his flaccid moist cock back into his pants and tightening his weapon belt. Every answer she gave seemed halfhearted or outright lie, which he found to be offensive as she simple moved away ignoring him. What was wrong with the bitch he thought, did she have some sort of mental disorder, fuck she was a whore, so it wasn’t like she didn’t get fucked everyday.

The more Charlie thought about it the more he wondered if there was something fucked up about this girl. Yeah she was his prisoner, but something else was going on here, and he just couldn’t figure it out. So he headed down to the water, to throw some on his face, and take a break from this drama. Why couldn’t things be simple, why did most all the problem a guy have stem usually from dealings with a woman. The questions and contemplation came, and not a single good answer came to Charlie as he scooped up water with his hand. This should have been the easiest capture and retrieval, and it was turning out to be the hardest. Still that was the first prisoner he’d ever fucked and the best, and he wouldn’t mind doing it again, but looking at the way she took it, he might have to wait a few days before he played with her again. She was a whore, she enjoyed it or at least he thought so, so what was the problem? He wasn’t a bad lover, maybe the guy she was marrying was? Turning his head around he lets her know his plan.

Let’s set up camp over there, I’ll gather up some wood, and we can eat after the sun goes down. I think we traveled enough for the day.
 
Refusing to let Charlie see her cry, Jewel stood there for several long minutes until she was finally able to stem the tears and she wiped her cheeks with a shuddering sigh. She moved up to Angel's halter and untied him before leading the stallion down to the water where she let him drink. Though she was still shaken up by what had just happened, she managed to regain her composure rather quickly as she stood there, her small hand caressing her animal with an affection and tenderness she had never shown before. It was clear that she cared deeply about the horse and truthfully, she thought of the large animal as her best friend. He'd been there for her through everything. As she cared for her horse, she heard Charlie moving around. When he spoke about setting up camp, she looked over at him before shrugging slightly with a nod.

Moving down the small river to where she had been when she had thrown down her fruit and bread, she picked up what was left of the food before returning to Angel. Patting his neck, she smiled when he lifted his large head and began nosing her shoulder, causing water to drip from his muzzle and get her dress wet. His nipping at her hair caused the young woman to laugh and she stepped back a bit before throwing her arms around the horses neck in a gentle hug. Jewel hugged him for a bit before pulling back and holding out the bread to him. "There you go. I know it's not oats like I usually have, but I wasn't given a chance to get any." she said as the horse ate the bread. "I'll also give you some fruit."

She continued feeding the horse pieces of the bread until it was gone before feeding him the rest of the fruit in her hand. As he ate the fruit, she stroked his forehead while whispering to him. Moving to his side slightly, Jewel rested her head against his neck and closed her eyes with a small smile. The woman didn't care that her feet were in the water and the skirts of her dress was getting wet, all she cared about was making sure that Angel was well cared for and fed.
 
Charlie watched her give him the cold shoulder and act like he gave her the plague. What was her problem, it had been good, couldn’t she at least say she like it? Fucking bitch, he thought to himself as he gathered up some stones, and cleared a spot for a small campfire. He was going to wait for the sun to go down far enough so the smoke wouldn’t give away their location, though he felt pretty good no one was after them, another day or two, and they’d be free of any chance of pursuit. Still he had to be vigilant; otherwise the stupid bitch might try to make a break for it. He could tell she was all weepy and emotional, which just continued to reinforce that she really had some emotional problems. Then again most women fell into that category for him.

He left the accumulated sticks, twigs, and broken branched net to the small cleared area, for lighting later. They had rations, but if he could catch something that would be better, if nothing else to preserve what they had with them. Charlie didn’t intend to go into any towns or such so as to avoid leaving clues as to which way he was going. Even if he was a lawful bounty hunter, hauling a woman around could and would probably be a bit difficult to explain. However he didn’t want to shoot anything fearing that the sound my attract attention, so he decided to go to his pack and get out some small amount of line and hook he had for fishing. Plus sitting at the bank might just give him time to cool down and consider what he was going to do.

Not saying a thing to her the whole time, but remaining cold faced he went to the edge of the bank, sat down, and started fishing, with some luck they might just have some nice river trout for dinner. Charlie’s look and attitude was solemn, as prepared to fish.
 
As Jewel absently petted her horse, her gaze wandered over to Charlie and she watched him in silence, her hair falling around her shoulders and into her face enough to hide the fact that she was watching him. The girl would never understand him. Jewel wanted to hate the man... Wanted to hate what he did and how good he had made her but Charlie had honestly been the best fuck she'd ever had and no man had ever made her cum so hard. But no man had ever wrestled her to the ground and taken her in such an animalistic way after treating her like shit then after fucking her, the men would usually just leave... But not him. Charlie held her and seemed to want to just enjoy the moment. It confused her. How could a man be so gentle and then be a complete asshole. The thought made her shake her head and she sighed.

When Charlie moved to the bank of the river, she looked over at him and swallowed softly before looking away from him, turning her gaze to her feet. For several long minutes she just stood there on the bank before she softly spoke. "Charlie.... Why do you hate me?" she asked softly, keeping her head bowed as she waited for his reply. The way she asked the question didn't have any kind of underlying motice. All that was there was questioning and the tone said that she truly did think he hated her. After all, all he'd done was yell at her and man handle her since he kidnapped her. Her tone was that of someone that still was new to the outside world.

While yes she was a whore and she'd been with her fair share of me, but she was still barely an adult. The girl was just over a year past marrying age and she was still niave about things in life.
 
Fishing for Charlie was a way to put the worries of the world behind him, to just relax and enjoy nature. Not to think about anything, but to just sit there and let all the issues and stress of the hunt, the capture, and the return fade away. Rather than confront the girl or even to reinitiated what seemed like an endless argument with no end, he just dropped his hook into the water with a worm he’d dug out of the bank with his knife. With a plop the worm and hook disappeared beneath the surface of the water as he let out the line, then he began to pull it back in with a skilled hand. It was beginning to work as he felt some of the pent up anger dissipating, when of course the young woman, took an inappropriate moment to intrude.

With his hat part way down over the majority of his face, to keep the sun out of his eyes, he never turned his head; the only recognition he gave was a verbal response.

I don’t hate you woman.

So he said his piece, and watched the line for any hint of a fish looking for a bite, his wrist and arm working in tandem to work the line, hoping to entice the attention of a fish. Then he continued the tone still calm and collected, without any real hint of his true emotions, as continued to control his anger and frustration with her.

I actually think you’re sort of special, but that has nothing to do with it. You just have to understand its nothing personal; I just have a job I have to do.

Maybe she would understand, and maybe not, but it was the truth. Charlie wasn’t trying to be cruel or mean, for him it was just they way it was, simple as a fact of life. Where others might dwell on it, or worry about it, he didn’t. He’d always been able to separate things out and put them aside when he needed to get something done, it helped when having to deal with the scum of the west.
 
Jewel looked over at him in surprise. She wasn't expecting him to say he didn't hate her. But when he spoke again, she blushed just slightly before sighing. "Oh." she murmured and looked away from him again, stroking her horses face once more. Slowly, Jewel lifted her skirts slightly before carefully stepping out of the water, moving slowly so she wouldn't scare away any fish that might be nearby. With one hand holding her skirts and the other holding the horses halter, she turned him and began leading him away from the water and back towards the shade of the trees where she tied him up again.

Near where he had set things up for a fire, she sat down and began unlacing her dress before slipping it off, sitting there in her shift. She was silent as she set the heavy dress to the side and lifted her shift, exposing her bruised leg. The young woman lightly prodded at the spot, softly groaning but she continued with what she was doing. After a couple of minutes, she nodded to herself with a sigh before lowering her shift once more and picking up her dress. Draping it over her lap, she lifted the outer skirt to expose the underskirts and a moment later the sound of fabric tearing could be heard as she began ripping the under skirts out of the dress.

It hurt her hands to tear the fabric at first but once it was beginning to tear, it was easier and she ripped it. Most would think she'd gone nuts to rip apart an obviously expensive dress but she was doing it because she wouldn't be able to go another day traveling in a heavy dress. If she did, she'd end up having a heat stroke or something. As she pulled the layers out of the dress, she set them aside. But as she worked, parts of her hands were getting a little raw and sore but she didn't stop until after all but one of the under skirts were gone. Once she was done, she looked down at her hands, wincing slightly at the look of the red marks here and there but she ignored them as she stood up and but her now lighter dress back on.

Lacing it up, she sighed before brushing off the skirts again before looking at the small pile of fabric that now sat at her feet. With a sigh, she began picking up the long strips of cloth and folding it. She was sure that she'd find something to do with it. Moving back over to Angel, she opened his pack and pushed the bundle into the saddle bag before moving to sit down near where the fire would be.
 
The girl seemed satisfied or at least didn’t comment on his answer, and was soon back at the campsite working on her dress. She seemed occupied with the destruction of her dress, which though unfortunate given its probable cost, made sense if she planned to travel in it. Charlie could have said something, but thought better of it and kept his head down as waited for the fish to bite. Once or twice he felt a tug or a brush against the line, but nothing happened. So he continued to wait patiently the soft sound of the water flowing over rocks, reminded him of just how beautiful this country was.

Finally he felt a tug, his wrist natural working the line; till he was sure he had a fish hooked. Then with a deft hand he began to work the line.

Come on woman, come over her and help, I’ve got a fish hooked.

The fish ran, but he had the line wrapped around his leather glove or it would have dug in deep. Still he didn’t want to lose it so he let it wear itself out a bit as he continued to take in the line, limiting the area it could move in.

I’ll pull on the line, you just have to flop it up on the shore, once out of water, it ain’t going anyplace. Come on!

So he stood back up on the shore, trying to get the fish ever closer to the bank. The fish weaving and flying through the water as it got into ever shallower water. It wasn’t a huge fish, but more than sufficient for a good meal. If she were to look he had a smile on his face, as Charlie was having fun.
 
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