Bridges 15

Chapter 15

I lose myself in the moment, Cass seems good with all of this. I just kind of sway dance there in Brandon’s arms. We kiss for a little bit and he smells so good. Man scent blended with soap that’s like this English leather kind of scent, clean clothes, and a bit of this scent of soil, and greenery. I have always loved the way that he smells.

I can’t help but to be in a good mood. My friends are here and Cass looks so beautiful in her dress and Brandon’s smiling. He kisses me and I kiss him back and we go and join the others. He gives Cass a kiss on the cheek and invites us in to eat. We get introduced all around and the new guy is Brandon’s blood brother Ryan. He’s got a nice smile and he get’s up and sets his guitar aside and gives me this really big hug. Okay I might be feeling a bit sluttish because Ryan is just as hot a guy as Brandon just a blue eyed blonde haired version of him.

And yes I’m instantly attracted to him. Yeeesh, like my love life’s already not complicated enough.

He hugs Cass who hugs him back and he gets a “Hey Ry…” She smiles at him and honestly seems like she’s glad to see him and the same seems to go for Ryan too.

Bobby and Steve brought Jenny and Blayne their long term girlfriends and Cass and I get introduced to them. Being the girlfriends of their two good old Christian boys they are checking us both out. Blayne’s blunt. “So which of you two is the guy.”

I look at Cass and considering the sex we just had we start smirking. Cass grins at her. “Well Hon, I’m the lezzy but you’re definitely giving me wood.”

Blayne gets than stunned first time a good god fearing girl getting hit on by another woman look on her face. Jenny is turning red from being embarrassed. I give Cass a little pull to me by the strap of her dress and she kind of floats over. I give her a long slow kiss with lot’s of tongue in front of them. They’re both staring at us with that OMG expression clearly on their faces. My hands slide down Cass’s slender sides and over the flare of her hips and around those to her perfect bottom. She presses her breasts into mine. I lose myself in the moment.

I look at Blayne. “Well, I don’t know what you know but I’m the transgendered woman the boys told you about.”

“I thought you, were like a fag and not into girls?”

“I’m born in the wrong body, I just wanted to set things right, and be the girl I am.”

“But you’re not a girl, You can’t have children.”

Cass gives her this serious look. “Neither can my sister and she was born a genetic girl.”

“Well that’s different, that’s gods will.” Blayne’s getting snitty. We’re offending her reality.

Cass looks at her like she just shoplifted something, I know that look. It’s a cop thing and Mom used to use it on people. “Well was Sam really being a girl born into a boy’s body was gods will too? If that’s the case I think he goofed.”

Blayne looks really mad now. “God doesn’t make mistakes you little…” Her friend Jenny slaps her arm, hard. “Blayne!, Jesus would take you talking like that. The fellas said and what Brandon said and I think it’s right.”

“Oh, so What was that?” I’m kind of curious.

Jenny looks at me and smiles as she does the rocking on her heels schoolgirl thing. She’s young, wholesome in that twenty something country girl kind of way. “Well he said that God made us in his image but we don’t know that we aren’t done yet. It’s more like we are being made in his image. Like art, each piece is like individual, the person we’re gonna be is fluid we all change and grow. It’s like you, in the first strokes god looked like her was painting a boy but there’s gonna be a beautiful woman there when he’s done.” She’s looking at me and smiling, beaming ever with that “I believe” happiness.

“That’s not quite what I said Jen but close enough.” Brandon came over and slid and arm around my waist. Cass is leaning on the other side of me. This feels nice. I kind of really like the way that Cass just jumped in and defended me. I like the kind of making sense of god and stuff that Brandon has. Blayne’s giving the three of us the look. She doesn’t say anything but it’s there. We’re challenging her status quo of how the world works and she’s not happy about it. She’s not saying anything more but if she was with her people, her crowd I’m sure there’d be a lynch mob forming. I could say I wonder what Steve see’s in her but she’s really good looking. She knows it too.

Brandon leads us over to the dining room table. It’s nice way more my speed. Twelve feet long, four feet wide and made from thick planks of varnished old seasoned wood. It’s not dainty, neither are the seats and the room was built for this table and using it. It’s got this great character to it and I can’t help but smile, Like some great old bar or tavern table this..this fits Brandon. Cass runs her hand over the seasoned wood. “Ryan did a great job with this.”

I look at her. “You two seem close?”

She smiles at me. “I met Ryan a long time ago when we were kids, I was just coming out and had some trouble with some guys not liking the fact that me and my girlfriend we’re really interested when they came onto us at the fair. They wanted to take what they wanted from us and they met Ryan who introduced them to a pipe wrench.”

Ryan’s sitting close by and has his hat off, long thick golden blonde hair with just a few grays in it. Ruggedly handsome and built like he’s worked all his life. “Ah it was actually a big old socket wrench from one of the semi trucks but when your brawling you just kinda make it up as you go along.” He smiles at us and I feel a wave of heat from every woman here. He’s got this killer smile, it comes out from his heart, it’s in his eyes and it’s part rogue, and part harass and a whole lot of boy next door charming. “But that was just the first time me and Casey here met.”

I’m intrigued. “Casey? And other times?”

Cass is blushing, Ryan’s grinning. “Casey came from when I knew her when she was in the academy. I was working a combine at the time and she was sporting her first butch haircut. It looked just like that hair cut like the puppet kid from Mr. Dressup, it just kinda stuck.”

Cass, Casey is really blushing and that get’s a few chuckles from around the room. Cass recovers and grins a bit sheepishly. “I was still finding myself in those days.” She smiles a bit at Ryan, he smiles back. There was something there.

I’m too curious. “So where you two?”

Blayne spoke up shot off her mouth. “I thought you were gay, Casey.”

Cass looks at her. “I am, I’m a lesbian. It doesn’t mean that I never tried not being straight Blayne. I mean think about it. Who the hell wants to be that different? I’ve never met anyone that wanted to be gay or lesbian or transgendered or anything else that isn’t mainstream approved.” When she said approved she did the air quotes thing with her fingers. Bobby’s looking at Steve, Steve looks embarrassed. Blayne looks oblivious to the way her attitude is wrecking the get-together. He takes her hand. “C’mon Blayne…take yer purse.” He leads her outside and takes their coast off the wall. Andy nuzzles into Jenny who looks kind of sad and Cass looks close to crying she’s that worked up.

Ryan locks eyes with Cass a few seconds then sticks his tongue out at her then raises his eyebrow. She laughs. “No, still not even.”

He looks stricken. “No…but…but..why? We had such a good time together?”

Cass smiles. “No, seriously Ryan, you were the closest I’ve ever got. Really, I just can’t connect with guys, it’s just not there dude. No matter how hung your tongue is.” We laugh, Jenny’s new to this whole thing because her hands are covering her mouth and she’s laughing really hard but her eyes are wide. I’m hoping this is a positive experience for her.
We can hear Steve and Blayne outside in a screaming match. Brandon get’s up and turns on the stereo. But we hear her. We hear her say things like “My God doesn’t...” and Steve’s “You don’t speak for God!” and “Because I’m not about the hate!”
And “Faggots” and “Dykes” and “Prairie-niggers” before the music blocks the fight out.

We try making small talk and Brandon looks at me. “Why don’t you call your two florist friends and Lacey we can make this maybe a real get together kind of thing. Cass why don’t you call and see if Andy’s free.”

I nod and get up and use one of the phones in the parlor. I call Lacey first. She’s more than happy to come out. She said she was just going to be a little bit. I called the guys and Matt was over the moon happy at getting invited to a dinner party and Jase took the phone from him and said they’d be happy to come and if they could bring anything. I take my head from the phone and look at Brandon. “They want to know if they can bring anything.” He thinks for a minute. “Not really, but it’s a get together so it’s cool if they do.” I relay the message and look at him.

“You don’t have to have them all over, you don’t have to go through all this trouble for me.”

Brandon’s on his way into the kitchen. I start to follow. He looks at me. “Cass has friends here too, most of the people here knew me first. This is me setting down roots for the first time in my life Sam. I want this. We’ve all been through enough, we’ve all worked hard enough. Let’s actually enjoy our lives before their over.” He snags me by my pocket and pulls me into a kiss. I kiss him back. He’s right y’know. I’ve been through so much…I’m more then ready to start my life now.

We go into his kitchen and the finished product is wonderful. It this long country styled upgraded kitchen. One wall has this lovely white spruce set of cabinets and cupboards underneath all with those black patina styled handles and hinges. All of the appliances are that glossy new styled stuff that’s eco-friendly energy saver stuff. There’s a large matching island and on the other side of that wall are the stoves and ovens and a grill. There’s a larder with saloon doors and a small walk in beside that. At the end of the kitchen is a neat little booth and a set of curved windows that are like a mini green house that’s full of plants that look like cooking herbs and stuff. I recognize chives and the rosemary. You can see from there out to what’s behind the house and there’s a door that leads out to a mud room that has laundry machines in there. In short, Wow.

“Mon Cheri! Samantha!” Chuck exclaims when he sees me and after wiping off his hands he grabs me in a big OTT Frenchman’s hug and spins me around and kisses me once on both cheeks and a smack on my lips. It’s just so…Chuck, friendly and fun and so very not like most people here out west. I’m giggling and hugging him back. I missed him too. By the smell of the food I’m already drooling. I hug him again. “I missed you too, my tres beau Sharles, How can I help out?”

“Eets, Chuck please, soulment ma Mama ou ma Grand-Mere calls me Sharles.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “Bein sur, Chuck it is.”

Brandon and I lend a hand. I’m cutting potatoes for the fries and Brandon’s doing big onion slices for onion rings. Chuck’s a professional chef so he’s all over the place. The biggest thing is him making this awesome fried chicken. I’m not giving out what’s in it but I’ve never had chicken this good in my entire life. You eat this and it’s not foodgasmic it’s chickengasmic.

There’s lots of great eats, including stuff I’ve never tried. Fried okra. Fried potato and sweet potato wedges, homemade onion rings another beyond good thing, baked potato skins filled with scalloped potatoes with chives and bacon and melted cheddar on top. There’s nacho’s that are homemade? Did you know if you take a soft corn tortilla and cut it up and deep fry then you get nacho chips?

And then there’s the salsas, there’s the normal with tomatoes and all that but with hominy and chunks of sweet potato and squash fried in some bacon fat and tossed in a touch of BBQ sauce and chili powder before being added to the regular salsa. Then there’s this dark salsa that has black beans in it, red onion, some purple heirloom tomatoes and chipotle peppers in the sauce from the can but what really makes it is the chunks of bacon and it’s fried with this really funky stuff called huitlacoche, it’s some kind of fungus or mushroom but goes really well with the crunchy chips the creamy beans and the bacon flavors all pulled together by the pepper.

There’s a few other things tossed in too. Elk burgers, and king crab legs, some fried black codfish and of course smoked salmon all from Eli’s family. There’s enough to do to set the table, cut up condiments and set them out along with the store bought stuff.

In between trips I see Cass getting Andy a beer and Lacey coming in on my next trip out to the table and she and I hug. And I get a beer and get her a drink from the bar (Mudslide?) in the living room that Ryan is manning in the living room. Lacey’s dressed a bit high end but it’s Lacey and she isn’t too overly done up compared to Jenny and Cass.

Andy is outside talking to Steve. Blayne’s nowhere in sight. I catch a bit of it and take it Blayne left. She and he had this huge fight and she called a cab and left. I was going to give Cass a kiss and maybe sneak a dance before the food was ready. Instead I slip out to where he’s sitting with Bobby and pass him my beer.

“I’m sorry Steve, I didn’t mean to start all of this.”

“Me either.” Cass says coming up behind me and giving me her drink. “I started things when she was gonna talk shit about Sam.”

He looks at me gives me this kind of hurting smile, kills the beer I gave him really easily. “Naw girls t’aint yer fault. It’s me ah guess. I knew she wasn’t great with something’s but I didn’t know just what kind of girl she really was. I’ve been with her for like two years and everything but I never really seen her get ugly like that. I’m not the same fella that I was when I met you and I guess that I was one of those so called Christians that just said that followed what Christ meant instead of actually livin it.”

“There’s a lot of people who do that Steve, they’re not bad people but they’re just closed off or just doing what they were taught.” I rub his shoulder. “If it helps any, I’m honored that you stood up for me.”

He smiles and stands up and gives me this big hug. “Hey, that’s never gonna not happen Sammy, I think you’re aces for a ton of reasons.” I can’t keep from sniffling. It feels good to have this. Friends like this, to have someone that’s got my back.

“Still I owe you.”

“Damned skippy you do girl.”

We head inside and he passes me off to Cass who gives me a hug and a kiss. I really, like kissing her. I love the taste of her lipstick, of her. Lacey asks me what’s going on as Brandon’s letting in Matt and Jase. I sneak in Cass’s arms a slow dance as we share her drink (Vodka and grapefruit juice, club soda.) We both catch her up on the gossip and she looks ticked on various levels and at how Steve stood up for me, and his beliefs she began to lean and look past us and checking him out. I give her a push his way. “G’wan he’s a nice guy who just got dumped.” Lacey leaves and makes her way over to him.

I hope she’ll take the edge off of the whole Blayne thing, Lacey was a good friend back in high-school and has turned out to be a good friend now. “Can I cut in?” Brandon asks and Cass nods and Andy takes her hand and dances with her a bit. We all kind of dance a bit partnering off and stuff for about ten minutes or so. Chuck announces the food’s ready and we stop dancing and head to the dining room.

We all take seats and it’s the best meal I’ve had in years. Not since the last meal when both mom and dad were alive. Mom died from cancer but we really tried to squeeze every bit of love and happiness out of the time we had left with her. It really wasn’t the same after that. Something broke in my dad when she died. Looking at Brandon and Cass I’m really getting why. Just the fact I have them makes this always so much more special.

It’s fun and chaotic eating and passing the stuff around and talking and stuff just like a big bunch of friends that have known each other all their lives. Lacey’s talking and flirting with Steve and Jenny is a blast as she’s so new to all of this that she’s blushing and making a cute bunch of faux pas with Matt and Jase who think the little straight country girl is adorable and she’s never met gay folk before. Or a real live Frenchman, Chuck actually is laughing so hard he’s crying when she say’s she’s not sure if her daddy would throw a bigger fit over her meet gay folk or being around a Frenchman. We talk about what Brandon’s doing here with the farm. It get’s me misty as both him and Cass get all kind of into it and excited about the equine rescue bit. It turns out Cass is a real Mountie. She went in for the equestrian training in the academy and she’s done a few of her early years in Calgary in a mounted parklands patrol group and in Ottawa too where they are part of the tourist bit as well as doing the police work. I’m surprised that they still use horses so much. Cass says that they don’t. They’re just for the ride sadly (The RCMP Musical ride) and sometimes they make up a horse unit with national parks services.

They have some police horses, not just RCMP horses here but retired horses from other police forces through some of Cass’s old friends and contacts. There’s some old race horses, show horses and some that are rescue animals from the SPCA. There’s twenty two horses here so far. I thought, yeah…so far.

They’re friends, him and Cass. They’ve really bonded over this and with Ryan and Bobby, and Andy I guess and Steve all kind of chiming in about it. There’s more about the other stuff like the greenhouses and the mushroom houses and the birds and the rabbits. I’m a little out of the loop but I’m not alone in that and seeing Cass and Brandon tighter than I though they’d be is heartening.

We get up afterwards and we head back to the living room and crank up the stereo and start to have a few drinks and start dancing. It’s a lot of fun and I dance with Cass, and Brandon some then the guys get talking for awhile so it’s me and Lacey, Cass and Jenny as we do that bunch of girls dancing together thing, well…Matt actually joins us. He’s such a queen it’s funny.

Rebecca and Eli are kissing in the corner well on their way to trying for more kids. They’ve got two twin girls I guess that are six and are spending time with at their grandmothers place.

Then Brandon’s there and some of the other guys too and we start dancing and I’m loosened up enough that I’m moving up against him, grinding my butt into him and got my arms up and doing that shimmy that gets my breasts moving like I’ve always wanted to be brave enough to do before.

I toss my hair a bit, and Brandon’s hands slip over my body. Touching, feeling, caressing. My nipples get to hard little diamond points and I turn my head and he kisses me. I check with a glance at Cass who gives me this little smile, a sexy smile but a little nod as she’s getting her groove on between Matt and Jase. God she looks so hot like that, her dress flowing around her, breasts swaying, eyes half lidded. I’m burning in my skin and turn to face Brandon and bump and grind against him with the confidence of a few beers and being very turned on. I press against him.

“Hey, how about you give me a private tour?” I say to him in his ear.

“C’mon.” He says pulling me away from the party by my hand. We leave out through the kitchen and outside heading to the barn. He takes me to the old barn and it’s warm inside, a garage now or part garage and part den. His cars are stored here and there’s a stage there and the floors are all polished concrete. There’s stairs going to the old hayloft and there’s several couches and a pool table.

We bump over things and into things kissing passionately and stripping off each others clothes. I love the way his chest feels against my hands once he’s got his shirt off. My hands touch the scar..where I shot him…

“Oh God, Brandon, Oh god I’m so sorry…” I’d have said more but his mouth covers mine and he’s kissing me hard, forcefully. His hands stripping me of my clothes, pants, panties and my top…I try to talk as he’s pulling my tee shirt over my head.

“Brandon I..”

He holds my face in his hands and he growls.

“Enough Sam.”

He kisses me again. He pulls me close hands all over me and we fall onto the leather couch. Time does that achy blurry fast, slow thing as he kisses me, and he sucks on my breasts and rubs my Jane Austin until she cries out into his hand. He uses my uhm goo to lube me up…it’s dirty and taboo and getting me so hot with his thick fingers. Then he flips me around! The power of it just takes my breath away. More is taken away as Brandon pushes into me so suddenly. My face is pressed into the leather, His hands grip, cup and squeeze my breasts hard.

Oh fuck it’s been too long as my muscles spasm inside of me at the sudden rush of him inside of me and I can feel, really feel his size, the thickness and length and the heat of him inside of me. It hurts but in a good way, the power in him. And this…this is exactly what I want. I need it, him, I really need the male factor. It’s been too long for him too and He takes me. I let him, I need this, this feeling of being taken like this, lusted after, even possessed a little. I moan, I scream, I whine making all sorts of noises as Brandon makes love to me.

It’s still making love and not sex. It’s him wanting me so much he’s caught up in this wave of red hot passion like I am. His hands crush my breasts perfectly and then slide down my ribs and grip tightly onto my hips. The rush of his steady pace, those long powerful thrusts take to over and over again to that wild place of light in myself…where I orgasm, like the woman I really am inside. Three times he takes me there, twice I feel Brandon flooding me…Inside of me his cum is just as hot as the blood pumping through his wild heart.

Then he reaches down and hitches my legs under his arms and…oh...Ffff…He rolls me over onto my back.

But he’s still inside of me…All the way inside of me. I feel it so much, so deeply inside of me. I really Have another really strong powerful orgasms, an unexpected one. It leaves me gasping and sobbing. He slips my legs over his shoulders almost bending me in half and takes me again.

Time blurs, into just the sex. It’s not that long but seemed like forever. Brandon does slow down this time, but you know that long and slow works really well for me. I feel him in so much deeper like that, and this position….He fills me with his sweet heat twice more before he falls down on top of me and lets my legs slip down. We fall asleep intertwined with each other for I’m not sure how long but the last thing I remember is Brandon rolling over so I can lie on top of him and him pulling a blanket from the floor and covering us up. We kiss for awhile after the sex until we’re both just too tired to keep kissing and fall asleep together.

I wake up and kiss him. He stirs just a little then those amazing hazel eyes of his open and stare into me, into my soul.

“I love you, Brandon. I’m serious. You touch me, in a place that has never been touched before. I don’t know what the hell I’ve done to deserve you coming into my life but I’m so damned thankful. You took that gun from me, stopped me, saved me. No one has done that for me, no one’s ever come close to that.”

He smiles but not that little Brandon half a smile. No this is different. It’s sweeter, softer, a side he rarely lets out on the surface. It’s a smile, just for me. Sunshine’s never been as warm and bright to me.

“I’m just as stunned by this as you are Sam. I’ve been pretty much a free spirit all of my life not really wanting to stop, to put down roots anywhere before. My life hasn’t been the same since I drove across the bridge and into what’s my life. I never though crossing it would lead me to love, to you. Honestly, I think I fell in love with you from the very first time I see you. You were so damned strong despite all the shit that was being piled on you and just about ready to shatter too.”

We kiss again.

I slide off the couch and kneel in front of him and take him into my mouth. I’m not really good at this but it’s for my Brandon. You know what, desire, passion, love…it gives you skills when you’re this close. This intimate. I go to this other place in me, I never knew was there. I lean forward and close my throat, move my neck…kind of riding him like that. My arms rest on his thighs and wrap languidly around his waist. I suck on it, I twist my head on it I get into this pattern of breathing…it’s almost tantric. He’s load, he’s really load and vocal and he’s moving his hips, he’s whispering my name over and over again.

“Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sa…man...tha….”

He cums and it pours down my throat and I clench my throat and rock my body and pump him dry. I slide up after I’m done and straddle him and kiss him passionately. I’m really not sure what part of my female psyche got unleashed but I feel sultry and sexy and empowered. We kiss for awhile, slowly just taking out time. Brandon smiles at me.

“We… have guests, we really should get back.”

“Lets go over to my place and shower, quick I’ve got to get cleaned up it’s not like we girls can just put it away and have done.”

He gives me this amused look. I kiss him again. “You fuck off with that smirk, you don’t have a pint of stuff leaking out of you.”

We leave getting into our clothes and run literally over to my place and hop into the shower. It’s fun, the whole thing, running only partly dressed through the cold. Getting into the bathroom. I use a douche to clean myself out before letting him into the bathroom and shower. It’s a great thing to have his strong hands soaping my body up. There’s this real nice scratchy effect from his calluses as he washes my back. Having somebody was your hair is also good. It’s very, very good.

I actually opt for something just like last time. Okay, I’m thinking about me and Cass or me and Brandon later on and I want to just be kind of hot and kind of comfy. I slip into my hot girl kind of underwear by Jezebelle nice lacey black under things with just a pair of Roots navy blue track pants, and a black armed force tee shirt. I slip my feet into sneakers and grab my reserve battle jacket. I know I wear a lot of forces clothing but you get used to it. I love my reserve jacket, it’s old and army surplus and for a bigger person but I love the way it hangs and the weight of it.

We head back over to his place and it’s kind of quiet when we get there. We look around. Brandon asks. “What happened, what’s going on?”

Eli kind of sighs. “Blayne just called, well her Daddy just called, He just fired Steve.”

Lacey’s fuming, really pissed. “Yeah when Steve saw the number and said who it was I told him to put it on speaker. That fucking Scunt Blayne said when they got home she was going to burn all his devil worshipping stuff out in the yard!”

I see Cass putting on her jacket. “If we drive fast, we can beat them there. Eli and I both have trucks and she looks over at me, You in? We might need your dad‘s truck.”

I look at the others. “Let’s go?”

It takes a few minutes before we settle stuff down and pile into the vehicles I see Andy talking to Cass, I don’t know what was said but we’re soon ready to take off. Brandon get’s in my truck and Ryan is in Cass’s truck with Steve and Lacey, Eli’s taking Bobby and Jenny and Chris with him. The others we leave to watch over the houses and we drive hard and fast out of town and up the highway and on our way to Fairbanks, Alberta.

It’s late when we get there and we must looked like a posse when we pulled up to Steve’s trailer three truckloads of people.

We had been loading up Steve’s things when a bunch of cars pulled in hard and fast. A bunch of big guys both young and old get out. They look rough, scary big definite country good ole boys. There’s some girls with them and Blayne. She throws a beer bottle smashing it against Cass’s Tahoe and screams pointing at me, then Cass then the rest of us.

“There’s the faggit, and the fucking dyke friend of hers. See Daddy ah toldja Steve’s gone fairy.”

The bunch of them rush us with a voice coming from the older guy that Blayne was yelling at. They push Steve, Bobby, Eli and knock stuff out of our hands and one takes a swing at me with a fist yelling.

“Godless faggit, homo freak.”

I duck under his swing and sweep the back of his legs out from under him then back off but in stance like they taught me on base. He backs off. Jenny is screaming scared and Lacey’s throwing rocks at them or they’re vehicles. It’s a bit of a stalemate for a second with them freaked at us getting ready to fight instead of just being scared of them.

Then one of them slips up and hits Steven in back of the head with something and he drops like he got shot. It sends my nerves humming like a plucked string. The guy has a tire iron in his hand and he steps in for a second swing.

Cass steps in between it and knocks the tire iron out of his hand with a hard right forearm block. Her other left hand drives a hard fist into his breadbasket, he bends exhaling breath and spit. Cass’s right fist come crashing into his temple in a hard right cross dropping him.
Some girl amongst them screams “Josh!”

Three guys rush Cass with one of them saying in a growl. “Get the little bitch.”

Blayne’s screaming. “Kill er, fuck the little dyke up!”

Cass moves, like she’s dancing. Great footwork her arms up like a trained boxer as they close in on her. Her breasts sway, in that dress she wore over to Brandon’s. It swishes sexily around her as she dodges and blocks and weaves through the three of them. She’s so much smaller than them and fighting three burly guys off in a pretty dress and sandals.
And despite what she’s wearing she’s all business. Hitting them hard with hard and fast strikes to the spots on a person that steals breath, breaks noses, chokes them. You can be as big as you want but a punch to the throat will stop you cold. The last of the three drops when she knees him under his chin as he’s choking and trying to get his breath. He goes down in a strangled cry spitting teeth.

Bobby is keeping anyone from hurting Jenny, yelling and arguing with an older guy that she calls daddy, cries it pleadingly.

Eli’s in it with three guys who’re saying that they’re gonna put the Prairie-Nigger in his place, they’re trying to crowd him, get and opening but his martial arts are very good I’m not an expert but once they start training you, you pick up stuff. He’s using Aikido I think.

Brandon and Ryan come out of the darkness between the vehicles at a jog flanking them from behind and have baseball bats. They come hard and fast, hitting everything that they can get close too. It’s a storm of very well controlled and focused violence. You sort of get the feeling that they’ve both done this before, and together. Ten guys easily are lying on the ground and crying over, broken bones, and a whole lot of other hurts. I’m so seeing the biker thing for real now and more as Eli slips into walking beside them then Chris steps out of the darkness with a length of chain and dragging some guy by his foot unconscious. He’s bleeding from a few cuts but the sweet guitar playing guy is gone. Replaced by this chain dragging badass.

The guy who went at me comes back for more. Another swing at my face, I side step it and slip a leg behind him and palm strike him off his balance. I take a fast Tae Kwon do stance and feed him my sneaker to his face with a roundhouse kick.

Lacey is over by Steve who’s down and she yells. “Sam!, help he’s bleeding really bad!”

I run through the fighting over to where they’re at and start to check him out. Shit!, he’s not breathing. I roll him over and start doing mouth to mouth, and CPR.

There’s an “Oh shit.” from one of them. Yeah, fighting’s one thing if there’s a chance you really killed a guy that’s different.

That stops the fighting. Or it drowns it out except for fucking Blayne. “He’s gonna give Steven, AIDS!” Then she’s rolling around near me in the dirt with Lacey, I’m too busy but I can hear the screaming and scratching and hair pulling, biting.

Two minutes…and his chest heaves I roll him over as he starts coughing. He’s a big tough guy I hope he’ll be okay.

It’s a really bad head gash, I put my fingers through Steve’s hair into the blood. I can’t feel a crack in his skull but that’s not meaning that there won’t be bruising or swelling underneath, I’m hoping by the feel of the cut’s shape that it was a hard but glancing blow.

Brandon walks over right up to Blayne’s Daddy and shoves the end of the baseball bat into his chest. The mans eyes narrow in pain and anger. Brandon leans right into his face so that man, so much the lion.

“It’s over, this stupidity is over. You’re done here, you try this shit again or come after me or mine and I’ll be back, and I’ll bring everybody…you got it?”

He looks around, he’s not seeing what I’m guessing he wants to. Through clenched teeth he nods. “Yeah heathen, I’ve got it.”

Blayne hits Lacey with the tire iron that the other guy dropped. She’s screaming as she’s hitting Lacey who’s covering up protecting herself but keeping herself still between the crazy cunt and me and Steve, Blayne‘s ranting as she‘s striking wildly.

“No! no! you fags, dykes, you fucking freaks you ain’t getting away with this! You don’t make fun of me! No one gets the betta o me!, No one! Diya know who ah am? Who my Daddy is. We run this town, you don’t get ta laugh at me ya fuckin sinners, yer all going to hell!, ya hear that Steven y’all’s going to hell!”

I turn still on my knees, Lacey’s not that far from me and I throw all my body weight into the right I aim at her pretty face. Her nose explodes in a burst of blood, and there’s a very satisfying crunch. Blayne goes flying back into the dirt in a wild shriek that becomes sobs. The others in her group haul her back and into the cars as they’re backing off and retreating. Driving away with growls, groans and mixed curses.

There’s three guys facing Bobby and Jenny one’s older. He staring right at her.

“Jenny, come on. We’re leaving.”

“I can’t, daddy. I can’t live here if y’all’s acting like this. Treating people this way.”

“They aren’t people Jennifer-Lynn, they’re damned abominations and if you stand with them then yer betraying god and all of those you love. Are you gonna do that girl? Side against yer father, betray god and yer blood?”

Jenny looked around and squared her shoulders.

“I ain’t never knew people like this before daddy. But y’know I’ve seen them be far more the kind of people I was taught to be like by Jesus than y’all I grew up with. Ah’m staying with them.”

He glared at her then moved off and stared at her one last time as he was getting in his car.

“Don’t come here again, don’t come home, don’t call or write or come for your things girl yer dead ta us, I cast ye out with these sodomites you love so much.”

He got into his car and pulled off with the rest. As they were pulling out there were local police cars pulling in. Ryan comes over right in front of them and get’s in the front seat passenger side after slapping something up against the window. He’s in there for ten minutes before getting out and talking to Brandon.

I’m working on Steve and Cass has gotten her first aid kit out. He’s going to need stitches. Cass is looking at me.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I need to wash my hands.”

“It’s only blood Sam, you’re a medic. It’ll be okay.”

“It’s not the blood, I just wanna wash the Blayne off me before finding out that stupid bitch is contagious.”

There’s a bit of weak laughter, we’re packing Steve and Lacey into Cass’s Tahoe I’m pretty sure Steve just has a bad concussion, but Lacey has a shit load of bruises and a busted right arm. I’m so immersed in taking care of both of them that my issues aren’t an issue.

Brandon hugs me after I close the door of the truck. Then he gives me a kiss, the early light’s getting stronger and everything’s packed there’s a few snowflakes falling down.
The kiss, the kisses really help to steady me. The hug feels good really good too. He smiles at me. “We’ll be home soon, you going to be okay?”

I nod and nuzzle him and feel Cass’s hand on my back. I turn and kiss with her, she’s got tore up knuckles from fighting and a few growing bruises. I can’t help but flashback to her boxing and the way she looked and kiss her deeply making her wince a little at the bit of bruising at the side of her lip.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I’ll take care of you when we get home. I promise.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I fell in love with a nurse isn’t it?” She kisses me again before climbing into her truck.

We pull out heading for home. Hopefully we’ll beat the weather. Brandon takes my keys from me and he drives. We stop at Bobby’s rental cabin to get his things and then head for home. The local police follow us the entire time but don’t come close. Brandon turns the heater on in the truck and the adrenaline wearing off and the heat is lulling me to sleep. I remember hearing Jimmy Hendrix’s “Hey Joe” playing on the radio before I drift off.