Chapter Nine The Night Of The Misdirection
"Thunder and Tarnation. Jesus Susan what do you think your doing?" Artemus says with the aid of the others.
"Saving everyone's ass." Susan leaned in, while the posse was looking for Dr. Loveless, when in fact he disappeared, where his henchmen were left holding the bag so to speak.
With a speech of protest. "I take it we're having a bit of a problem?" A slightly amused voice observed with the sheriff of the posse looking around.
Artemus Gordon and Jim West wasn't please with the total outcome with Loveless getting away once again. The sheriff says. "Calm down before you give yourself a fit of apoplexy."
" How the hell should I know Loveless would get away for good from our grips?" Artemus says before Susan comes over to the group with her rifle.
"Just be thankful for small favors everyone's, and what do I get for it?" Susan started to chuckle despite the situation.
"Look around Sheriff, Loveless still might be around hiding." Replied West while Winoma was holding him up from falling down. With a shrug Winoma asked everyone to get out of here, Jim was in need of seeing a doctor with his injuries.
With everyone leaving and onto the two carriages, it was a foul night , exactly the sort of night Artemus Gordon, especially when required to expose herself to it. It was starting to rain, wet, cold and miserable, it seemed he always managed to wind up pulling watch with driving nature's more dangerous moods.
"Susan, we need to get moving under covered, I see that Winoma is doing the same sitting under a bunch of trees, as the posse stayed behind to look for Dr. Loveless."
It was shaping up to be one hell of a violent storm. "And who's standing in the middle of, catching a death thought Artemus. As he and Susan get under the cover tarp of the carriage to hide from the elements. It was the same with West and Winoma.
"I'll never be dry again." He murmured tucking frozen fingers beneath his arm pits. "Never, Never."
"Oh really Artemus, when you have me to keep you warm." She looked at him, as Artie looked at her lovingly.
Artie silently kissed her, assured her, before telling her to get some sleep in the wagon.
"Oh really, who said anything about sleeping Artemus?" He tried to smile at the thought, but he was more cold, hungry and pissed at Loveless having gotten away.
"Well Artemus, let's see how you feel with me doing this to you." Artie's right hand tried to stopped her what she was doing to him, but at the moment he didn't care one bit, as her mouth went down on him to have him moan in pleasure.
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Later... James West blinked at the sunlight that poured through the wagon's sole window. It was finally moving after last night's storm, he had fallen asleep with Winoma in his arms. There was something wrong that realization but at the moment, he was hard pressed to decide just what.
Sitting up, he stretched the sleep from his limbs then began to knead the kinks from his back with stiff fingers holding his wife.
Jim frowned then and glanced around the wagon's interior. Where was Artie, anyway, an then he remembered?...
