GUNSMOKE Before Dodge

Chapter 9

The Rhythm of My Heart

Hello everyone, I am sorry to have taken so long in getting back to writing, but I am hoping that this entry will more than make up for my long vacation. The holidays are always crazy, and I hope that every one had a wonderful Holiday and a very Happy New Year.

KR

The dreams were unbearable; the big Marshal had taken her over and over again in her dreams. As she lay there a few feet away from the sleeping man, she wondered what it would actually feel like to be with a man. Oh, she had been with many men and with John often enough, but that was what she did. That was the life she was forced to live. She had never been with a man, she wanted, before. Matt Dillon was different. He was definitely a man in every sense of the word. He was largely built which thrilled her to no end. She loved to watch that massive chest of his rise and fall to the rhythm of his breathing. She enjoyed the way his big-callused hands had caressed her breast, the contrast of his skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, and a tingling she had never felt before, in her belly. Just the thought of the man, made her want to give him her body, and why hadn't he taken her. What was wrong with her? She wasn't the most beautiful woman around, but she didn't think she was an ugly duckling either. So why was this man ignoring her womanly attributes. Perhaps she wasn't as alluring as she had been told. Those other men wanted nothing more than to climb between her legs and do their bidding. Maybe, this Marshal Dillon was just made of different hide. Whatever the reason, she felt as if she were on fire and she wanted to feel his body against hers, to know what he would feel like deep inside of her. Frustrated with her thoughts, she climbed out of the bed and headed down to the creek. Matt knew she would not go far, it was too dark and he was sure she didn't know the territory. But he had heard her sighing in her sleep and moaning, his name, and he had a very good idea as to where she was headed. She was headed out to relieve some unneeded tension. Smiling, he waited for her to disappear from view before he followed her down to the creek. He watched as she quickly took her clothing off, than waded into the creek. The water was cold, but she moved in to the center of the creek where it was deepest, covering the middle of her thighs. He admired the view of her bare rump; she was definitely a very shapely female. The way her hips curved slightly, then tapered at the waist, the way her shoulders squared off slightly, all of this made him want her more. He watched as she reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back like a fiery blanket, to about the middle of her well-rounded rump. She then slowly knelt down in the cold water, gasping as its coolness enveloped her. She was hoping the cool water would cool her heated flesh and that it would also stem the rising passion in her body. As Kitty sat down and leaned back in the water, she found her mind wondering to back to her dreams. The last one she had, was probably not only the freshest in her mind, but had left a heated trail of desire throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she remembered what had occurred. After they had already made love several times, the big Marshal was up and ready within a matter of minutes. His hands had made long passionate work of her body, caressing every inch. Slamming her hands down into the water, she knew that she was frustrated as hell, but she knew that no matter what she tried to do, there would be only one way to quench this fire in her. She wanted the Marshal. Behind her, a twig snapped and she turned, smiling, expecting the big Marshal to be standing behind her, but what she saw, made her heart jump clear into her throat, catching her breath and forcing her to stop breathing. There standing on the edge of the water was Sheriff Mobley and his henchman, Rusty Lyles. Both men smiled at her as she quickly moved her arm to cover her breast. She moved back in the water towards the deeper part, trying desperately to stay covered. Mobley smiled at her, watching the fear form in her eyes. It wasn't like she had not been around, so why was she surprised to see the lust in his own eyes. She knew that he had made many advances towards her, had even asked Clark for a piece of her, but Clark had said, when he was done with her, he'd give him a taste. But now, his mind was wondering, what Clark didn't know, wouldn't hurt him, now would it?

"Go a head and scream, ain't no one gonna hear ya', we done killed that Marshal of yours." He said looking at the terrified redhead who sat in the cold water shivering out of fear. She knew if he took her back to Clark now, Clark would kill her or worse beat her and parade her as an example. "Come on out, Kitty, we just wanna talk is all." He said moving closer to the water's edge. She moved slightly back, then turned to try and run, but Mobley reached out as he swooped down on her, clamping on hand over her mouth and the other tightly over her waist. "I've been waiting a long time, Kitty, a very long time." He said as he drug her naked body towards the shore. Shoving her down onto the sand, he kept her mouth covered as she began to strike him with her fists. Rusty grabbed her by the wrists and held them, pinned above her head. "I'm done waiting, Kitty." He said as he began to untie his britches.

As Mobley reached into his britches to release himself, Matt clicked the barrel of his gun. "Can't find what you're looking for, Sheriff?" He said as Mobley looked up at him surprised. "I believe I told you and your boss that if you interfered, I'd make sure you'd pay." Before Mobley could react, Rusty went for his pistol, but he wasn't fast enough, Matt pulled the trigger back with great ease, releasing it quicker than one could see. The bullet shot from the barrel of the pistol, striking Rusty in the chest. His body jolted nearly three feet off the ground into the air, before slamming brutally back into the tree as his lifeless slid to the ground. Mobley couldn't take his eyes off of Rusty as his body slid down the trunk of the tree. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, as he turned back to look at the Marshal and found himself looking point blank into the barrel of his pistol. "Men like you, make me sick, Mobley, I told you that before." Matt struck him hard across the face with the back of his hand. Mobley's body jerked back and off of Kitty, who reached over and grabbed her skirt, pulling it in front of her as she scooted away from the two men. "You like to hit women? Let see if you can take it as well as give it." Matt said as he grabbed him by the collar. He pulled his massive fist back and pummeled Mobley three times before he allowed his form to slide from his grasp to the ground. Mobley never had a chance. He never had the opportunity to defend himself; Matt was quicker and much larger. Kneeling down in front of him, he spoke softly to him. "You ever put your hands on her again, and I'll finish the job." Matt warned him as he sank unconscious to the ground. He stood there looking at the lump of a man lying on the ground, wondering what makes a man become nothing more than a coward, when a soft sound behind him, reminded him of the woman. Matt turned to find Kitty still sitting on the ground, holding the skirt in front of her to cover her body. Her face hidden in her hands. The light from the full moon, illuminated her pale skin and he could see that her shoulders were shaking as she cried. Kneeling down, he gently reached out and touched her shoulder. At first, she was startled by his touch, but within a matter of seconds, he found her arms wrapped around his middle, her face buried in his chest and his hands, were gently caressing her naked skin, caressing the soft flesh of her back. Pulling her to her feet he gently leaned down and picked up the rest of her clothing. It was a very painful next few minutes, as he slowly, and meticulously placed every piece of clothing back on her. Helping her into the bloomers and pulling them up over her naked hips, carefully allowing the back of his hand to gently tease her womanhood. Trembling fingers laced her white corset, and warm lips pressed softly against the rise of her breast. Kitty gently pulled his mouth from her breast and eagerly devoured his mouth with her own. In this kiss, she conveyed her heart and soul, her love and compassion, but most of all, her trust.

TBC