Author's Note:  I can count up to one million in Spanish! Anyone want to hear me? Uno dos tres cuatro cinco seis siete ocho nueve diez once doce trece…. Millón! Es muy triste, verdad? Anyhow! Enough with the Spanish ( I have my final coming up like in 4 days, and so I kind of have to know the stupid stuff, even though this is my third year. I bet I could write a whole chapter in Spanish.

Don't Rightly Know

R For Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Content, and Adult Themes

The West has been settled and formed by a wealthy young family and now their only daughter has run off from the confines of her world, off to see the outside and escape the civilized town, into the true Wild West. Bands of outlaws and wild Indians won't be her only concern as a dangerous entrepreneur with an illegal alternate lifestyle sets his eyes on her.

Chapter Seven

The bright stars twinkled gaily in the night, casting their playful glow across the vast western prairies and the solemn blue grass, the light twittering between its thick blades and filtering softly to the crouching figures below, their red skin glowing among the straw.

Silently they gestured to each other, calling the men together and setting up for their attack. They would have the one known as Walking Blue Moon if it was the last thing they did. She would bring glory to their tribe.

Stealthily, they moved through the grass toward the back of the tall building in the middle of the sleeping town, and smoothly they ascended the wall, removing her from the dark man's grasp ever so gently, and escaping out into the night again as quickly as they had come.

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"Where is she?" his voice echoed through the vast building and men trembled in their boots. "Where the fuck is she? God damn it! God damn it all to hell!" A loud crash sounded after his last statement, and cautiously, the men went out to look for her, hopefully being able to avoid their boss's anger and get the woman back all in one gesture.

Meanwhile, Vegeta paced back and forth, back and forth, wearing down the sturdy wooden floor of his bed room.

He took a deep sigh, running through his head as to the many ways this could hurt his final plans for her.

I need her. I can see how she manipulates the men, with her whorish gestures and suggestions and her looks. That with my intimidation… Perfect. I could get men to do almost anything for me with that combination. And she knows something of power, because of her dad. It won't go to her head. I don't have to worry about controlling her like that. And with her at my side, as my puppet, my hostage, her family won't dare raising a finger against me.

But without her…

He hated thinking of possibly needing someone to get something done.

No, he reminded himself, I could get it done anyway. She just makes it easier. Yes. That's it. She makes it easier.

And it didn't hurt that, through his cold heart, he was falling for her, and falling for her bad. Denial didn't stop the inevitable.

He ran his hand through his thick hair in agitation. The crumpled shirt from the night before still adorned his muscular chest and the strong scent of alcohol still stained his breath. He sat at his desk, hand resting upon the side of his cheek, supporting himself, he thought of what he could possibly do to get her back.

Then suddenly, it hit him.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.

He quickly walked to the washroom, and upon cleaning himself up, he changed and called for the servant boy who had been attending him the night before.

"Fetch me my horse. And be quick about it."

In no time, his horse was saddled, the black stallion antsy for the ride ahead. Vegeta climbed upon his back, and slamming the spurs deep into the horse's girth, he took off, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

It would have almost been romantic, the gallant cowboy off to save the fair maiden, if it weren't for his dark motives, only wanting her for her convenience to him, not because of his love for her.