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I draped an arm around her waist and let my hand take hold of one of her ass cheeks then pulled her up to my side. I was thinking about pulling her back into the house part of the store when we heard a foot hit their boardwalk. I let Mary go and parked my ass in the chair I'd been sitting in when I'd had a drink with Silas.
The young blue eyed blonde hardon maker that came in the door smiled as soon as she saw Mary, and Mary smiled back.
"Hello, Sarah, how are you?" Mary asked.
"I'm doing fine, Mary. How have things been in town?" the girl asked.
"Everything seems fine, but Mr Jefferson brought some disturbing news today. Mr Jefferson, this is Sarah Johnson. Sarah, this is Mr Bill Jefferson," Mary said, introducing us.
I stood but Sarah didn't offer her hand to shake and so I didn't try to.
"What news do you have Mr Jefferson, if I may ask?"
"I was attacked by two Indians two days ago, about forty or forty-five miles south southwest of Lancaster. I wasn't expecting them to just attack and they killed my horse before I shot both of them.
"The bad news part was that they had five fairly fresh scalps on the thongs around their waists. I don't have any specific idea where they came from or what they'd been up to.
"I buried them and then rode their horses here, to spread the word and to bring the few possessions they had, which I'm pretty sure they stole from those they murdered," I said, finishing the tale.
To her credit Sarah Johnson didn't break into a sobbing fit but she did look slightly alarmed. Mary told her that Silas had informed the Mayor and that he had headed to Dallas to see if he could find some authority to tell.
"That is troublesome news but I don't guess it's exactly a shock. I'll tell father about it as soon as I get home though," she said.
"Mr Jefferson, Sarah is the daughter of Colonel Johnson, the gentleman Silas was telling you about," Mary said.
"Excellent. Miss Johnson, I find myself in need of a good horse and I've been told that your father might have a few to sell. Can you tell me if it would be all right to ride out to your place and asks?"
"I can do better than that Mr Jefferson. I can tell you that we do have plenty of fine horses and almost all of them can be bought for the right price. Feel free to visit anytime but wear your trading clothes," she said, giving a little laugh.
"Alas, I'm not much of a horse trader. I'm usually forced to pay in cash or gold when I need one. I hope that won't spoil your father's fun," I said.
"He might not think it's as much fun but I'm sure he will sacrifice the fun for gold," she said, laughing out right this time.
"I'll bet you came by to ask about your order, didn't you, Sarah?" Mary said.
"You know me too well. I know it's too soon but I had to bring a message to Mr Johnston anyway, so of course I'm here hoping," Sarah said, and I noticed a slight blush climbing out from under the shirt she wore and up onto her neck.
I fumbled with the bottle and the glass that were still on the table and looked away from her. I thought that whatever she had on order might be something she didn't want to mention in front of me.
"It is still a little too soon, but since Silas went to Dallas there's a chance he will be bringing some freight back with him. We have another large order for harness and some plows and such that should be coming in about now too.
"He left on his horse, but I know he was planning to buy a wagon and team when the big order came in. It's possible that he will come back with all of it," Mary said.
"Oh, I hope so, it seems like I've been waiting forever. I guess I should ride on home now though. Father will want to hear Mr Jefferson's news, both about the Indians and about a potential sale. It was nice meeting you Mr Jefferson and we'll be waiting for you to call, and thank you Mary, for your help," she said.
I nodded to her, and Mary went to the door to see her out. I also took a good look at Sarah Johnson's firm asscheeks as she left. She was wearing tight buckskins with chaps too and the chaps framed her ass almost as if it was on purpose. Her buns looked like two cats fighting in a sack as she left and I was happy to watch the bout.
After Sarah Johnson left I asked Mary what time she closed up the store. She told me that it was usually at sunset but she mentioned that if the door was locked, people would assume they were closed for the day.
I could tell from the way she said it that she wasn't sure why she'd told me that. I knew she expected to get a royal fucking as soon as that door was locked but I didn't know whether she was looking forward to it fondly or with fear. No matter, I wasn't going to make her close early, I was going to let her keep wondering.
"I need to talk to Frank before dark anyway," I said, walking to the door where she still stood. "I'll need to rent a horse to ride out to the Colonel's place tomorrow."
I took her in my arms again as I reached her and kissed her soundly, pressing her back into the door and my body up against hers. She sighed when I did it and I could tell that she was at least resigned to her fate if not anticipating it with relish. I worked my thigh between her legs this time and pressed the top of it against her mound firmly, wiggling it slightly from side to side.
"Maybe you should lock the door behind me, for a few minutes at least. It will give you time to catch your breath," I said, smiling as I left.
Frank Johnston greeted me almost like an old friend when I visited his smithy this time. I asked about renting a horse to ride out to Colonel Johnson's and he offered me a ride with him on his wagon.
"Sarah, the Colonel's daughter, rode in today and asked me to come out to their place in the morning. They have a few head they need shoes on. I'll be leaving just after sunrise and you're welcome to ride with me," Frank said.
"That's even better. I'll be here early, and thanks," I said, and then went back to Silas's store.
The door wasn't locked as I'd half expected but Mary wasn't in the front of the store. She came through from the house in a few seconds though.
"I was just building the fire to cook supper," she said. "Will a buffalo steak, a few eggs, and beans be enough?"
"That sounds fine, Mary. Would you like for me to wait out here and watch the store?"
"There's no need, we'll hear the door open if someone comes in. Silas says that's why he doesn't oil the hinges. Personally I think he's just to lazy."
"I can promise you one thing, Mary. I'm going to oil your hinge tonight," I said, leering at her.
I could tell she didn't get the joke but she didn't ask about it. She went back into the house and on to the kitchen. I took a seat at the table and we talked a little about mostly nothing. I was sorely tempted to pet and fondle her while she was cooking but I didn't. I kept my hands to myself and waited for my food.
Buffalo steak is nothing to write home about and eggs are eggs. Mary did a good job with the beans at least and wonder of wonders she had cool milk, though I knew they didn't have an icebox. I asked and she said that they had a special container Silas had ordered from somewhere and she lowered it into the well to keep the milk cool.
There was also a pump in the kitchen and a sink for it to flow into. A hand pump wasn't nearly as good as running water but I knew it beat hell out of drawing water from the well and bringing it inside. Silas might not be much of a husband for her but no doubt she appreciated having the little extras he provided. I was going to make sure I qualified as one of those extras, whether Silas had intended it that way or not.
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