Duel and Duality Book 1 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 28 The Duel
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I wrote this story several years ago- 7, maybe. It is a lot different than any of my others on here. This story is based in the late 1700s, following the American Revolution, so what better time, but around July 4th, to post it. Enjoy.
It was the late 18th Century; Horatio was a very successful and prosperous farmer. He was in his late 30s and had been an expert marksman in several regiments, but he had gone on to acquire significant land in the Lehigh Valley of Colonial Pennsylvania. Horatio was a tall man with striking features a handsome rugged face and large strong hands. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals for his exquisite wife, Marie. Marie was French born and a woman of exotic beauty. She was well spoken, very attractive, and full figured. The local men would gawk at her whenever she came to town.
Marie was a loving wife and attentive to his needs. She cooked, washed his clothes, sewed, and decorated their 2 story brick saltbox house. But the locals knew that her attentiveness to Horatio extended beyond the kitchen or the living room. They just knew by the way his eyes lit up when he boasted of her.
On this summer day, Horatio was busy, as usually, cultivating a farm field. He leads the horses through the field as they harrow the soil. During these monotonous times, Horatio’s mind would drift to his wife, Marie. He would linger on thoughts of passionate love making. As the plow slide into the rich soil, his thoughts were on how he might absorb himself in the beauty of his lovely Marie. His strong hands cupping the lushish breasts, as he drew his mouth to her sensitive nipples. His daydreaming would arouse him and leave him stiff as he plod beside the team of horses. He could hardly wait to finish the day’s work and make his way to Marie.
With his work finally done, Horatio hurriedly puts the horses away in the barn, but he skips his normal routine of feeding and tending to the horses. Instead he quickly moves from the barn to house and his attentive wife. His penis stiffens with every step he takes toward the house.
Horatio comes into Marie’s boudoir and finds Marie lying sideways across the feather bed. She is on her back, naked with the exception of her French-made corset which is around her midsection. A young man, partially clothed, has his head buried between her legs and his head bobs up and down as he navigates his tongue through her dark-haired bush.
Horatio bellows out, “What is here? What have you done? The two lovers in the bed are in complete shock and panic, but they try to gain composure. Marie screams out and covers her supple body with a sheet. The young man slides to the floor and turns to face Horatio. His face is ashen. He shakily rises to his feet.
The man, Sebastian, is in his late 20’s and is a Philadelphia Merchant. He is a handsome man of his own but with a slighter build than Horatio. He finally staggers to his feet and stumbles for words. Horatio looks him in the eyes, and yells out,”you are a disgrace and you have disrespected my wife, my home, and me.” He takes his heavy work gloves and slaps Sebastian across the face.
The slap is a challenge to Sebastian to defend his honor and he doesn’t back away.
The next morning at early dawn, a damp fog covers the valley. The Field of Honor is along the east bank of the Leigh River. Each man has brought along a witness or second. For Horatio, his second is a neighboring farmer and Sebastian is accompanied by a local storekeeper he met the night before at the tavern. The Justice of the Peace presides over this duel and lays out the rules for each man. The men start back to back, pace off the prescribed steps, turn, and fire at each other. Both men are hit and wounded. Horatio immediately is felled, Sebastian staggers backwards before dropping to the ground, Marie lets out a gasp, and the seconds run to their respective shooter. The Justice of the Peace, a veteran of many duels, senses immediately the outcome and he quickly moves toward Horatio. With Marie standing nearby and softly weeping, he now presides in his other capacity as an ordained priest and reads last rites.
The two of them hand in hand march over to Sebastian who is sitting in the wet grass. Horatio’s bullet only grazed him and the wound is superficial. Marie kneels down and kisses the wound. The Justice then proclaims Sebastian to be the winner and that Marie now can be his wife.
Sebastian and Marie make their way up from the river to farmstead. That morning, afternoon, and evening, the newlyweds explore the newness of each other. Back in Marie’s boudoir, Sebastian immediately assumes his position from the day before, when Horatio had rudely interrupted him. Marie finds that this well spoken Philadelphian is very skilled with his tongue in other ways.
With the mid day summer sun streaming through the windows, they are in full throws of love-making. What started as a dark dreary morning became a day of great pleasures. Sebastian has won the honor of Marie and for his victory he is rewarded – once, twice, and thrice.
As the evening happens upon the exhausted lovers, Sebastian finally turns to Marie and asks her, “Horatio was your second husband. What become of your first?”
Marie replies in the most matter of fact fashion, “He lost defending my honor.”
It was the late 18th Century; Horatio was a very successful and prosperous farmer. He was in his late 30s and had been an expert marksman in several regiments, but he had gone on to acquire significant land in the Lehigh Valley of Colonial Pennsylvania. Horatio was a tall man with striking features a handsome rugged face and large strong hands. In the growing season, he would till and cultivate the fields of his farmstead from dawn to late afternoon. Horatio was envied by the locals for his exquisite wife, Marie. Marie was French born and a woman of exotic beauty. She was well spoken, very attractive, and full figured. The local men would gawk at her whenever she came to town.
Marie was a loving wife and attentive to his needs. She cooked, washed his clothes, sewed, and decorated their 2 story brick saltbox house. But the locals knew that her attentiveness to Horatio extended beyond the kitchen or the living room. They just knew by the way his eyes lit up when he boasted of her.
On this summer day, Horatio was busy, as usually, cultivating a farm field. He leads the horses through the field as they harrow the soil. During these monotonous times, Horatio’s mind would drift to his wife, Marie. He would linger on thoughts of passionate love making. As the plow slide into the rich soil, his thoughts were on how he might absorb himself in the beauty of his lovely Marie. His strong hands cupping the lushish breasts, as he drew his mouth to her sensitive nipples. His daydreaming would arouse him and leave him stiff as he plod beside the team of horses. He could hardly wait to finish the day’s work and make his way to Marie.
With his work finally done, Horatio hurriedly puts the horses away in the barn, but he skips his normal routine of feeding and tending to the horses. Instead he quickly moves from the barn to house and his attentive wife. His penis stiffens with every step he takes toward the house.
Horatio comes into Marie’s boudoir and finds Marie lying sideways across the feather bed. She is on her back, naked with the exception of her French-made corset which is around her midsection. A young man, partially clothed, has his head buried between her legs and his head bobs up and down as he navigates his tongue through her dark-haired bush.
Horatio bellows out, “What is here? What have you done? The two lovers in the bed are in complete shock and panic, but they try to gain composure. Marie screams out and covers her supple body with a sheet. The young man slides to the floor and turns to face Horatio. His face is ashen. He shakily rises to his feet.
The man, Sebastian, is in his late 20’s and is a Philadelphia Merchant. He is a handsome man of his own but with a slighter build than Horatio. He finally staggers to his feet and stumbles for words. Horatio looks him in the eyes, and yells out,”you are a disgrace and you have disrespected my wife, my home, and me.” He takes his heavy work gloves and slaps Sebastian across the face.
The slap is a challenge to Sebastian to defend his honor and he doesn’t back away.
The next morning at early dawn, a damp fog covers the valley. The Field of Honor is along the east bank of the Leigh River. Each man has brought along a witness or second. For Horatio, his second is a neighboring farmer and Sebastian is accompanied by a local storekeeper he met the night before at the tavern. The Justice of the Peace presides over this duel and lays out the rules for each man. The men start back to back, pace off the prescribed steps, turn, and fire at each other. Both men are hit and wounded. Horatio immediately is felled, Sebastian staggers backwards before dropping to the ground, Marie lets out a gasp, and the seconds run to their respective shooter. The Justice of the Peace, a veteran of many duels, senses immediately the outcome and he quickly moves toward Horatio. With Marie standing nearby and softly weeping, he now presides in his other capacity as an ordained priest and reads last rites.
The two of them hand in hand march over to Sebastian who is sitting in the wet grass. Horatio’s bullet only grazed him and the wound is superficial. Marie kneels down and kisses the wound. The Justice then proclaims Sebastian to be the winner and that Marie now can be his wife.
Sebastian and Marie make their way up from the river to farmstead. That morning, afternoon, and evening, the newlyweds explore the newness of each other. Back in Marie’s boudoir, Sebastian immediately assumes his position from the day before, when Horatio had rudely interrupted him. Marie finds that this well spoken Philadelphian is very skilled with his tongue in other ways.
With the mid day summer sun streaming through the windows, they are in full throws of love-making. What started as a dark dreary morning became a day of great pleasures. Sebastian has won the honor of Marie and for his victory he is rewarded – once, twice, and thrice.
As the evening happens upon the exhausted lovers, Sebastian finally turns to Marie and asks her, “Horatio was your second husband. What become of your first?”
Marie replies in the most matter of fact fashion, “He lost defending my honor.”
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