John Shane Wolf Bounty Hunter

By ROBERT FETNER

When a half breed bounty hunter comes across an orphaned boy he has no choice but to make him his own. He teaches the boy how to survive and ultimately become his partner. As the two take you on one wild ride tracking outlaws and fighting Comanches. A Western like no other Western you've ever read!

• Language: English
• Publisher: ROBERT FETNER
• Release date: Aug 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516382729

ROBERT FETNER

Robert Fetner is a former Investigator with the City of Miami Police Department.He holds a black belt in Taekwondo and was a self defense instructor for the police department. He is also a certified acupuncturist. He has written several books. His books include An American Gaucho, John Shane Wolf Bounty Hunter, John Shane Wolf Buck's Revenge

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Chapter 1

It was late afternoon when the two riders crested the hill. They stopped and took a minute to take in the scene below. They had been riding hard, running from the law. Both men were seasoned outlaws who had never done a day of honest work. The leader, Joe Smith, had done it all. Quick with a gun and a ruthless demeanor, he had no problem shooting someone in the back to get what he wanted. His haggard, long face was covered with several days worth of beard. He had a long scar running down the left side of his face. His hair was long and greasy, almost at shoulder's length. He wore his gun low; the mark of someone who knew how to use it. The second rider was as ruthless as the first.

He was larger in stature and a brawler who was better with his fist than his gun; he followed his cousin and did what he was told. His shirt was soaked in sweat and his clothes covered with dirt and grime. He took little interest in personal hygiene or his appearance and probably hadn't had a bath in six months. Murder, robbery, rape—there wasn't much they hadn't done. Always on the run, crossing one border to the next and always one step ahead of the law.

The lone farmer tilled his field below, oblivious to the two riders who approached from his blind side. He'd been working the soil all day in the hot, Texas sun and was exhausted, but he pushed on; he had a family to feed. They depended on him. His rifle lay on the other side of the field, leaning against a stump along with a jug of water. He heard something behind him and turned. The two riders approached. They were too close for him to retrieve his rifle. Hopefully they were just passing through.

Howdy, the leader yelled out, with an evil smirk on his face. Do you know where we might get some food and water?

The farmer, sensing trouble, replied guardedly,  There's a stream up yonder, maybe ten minutes or so. He purposely pointed the riders in the opposite direction of his cabin.

The leader, not liking the answer, got down from his horse, rifle in hand, and approached the farmer. Now why would you send us up that way when I'm sure there's some good food and drink in that cabin back yonder? He jabbed the butt of the rifle sharply into the farmer's gut before he could answer. As the farmer doubled over gasping for air he swung the rifle again crashing the butt against his head.  The farmer went down in a daze. The ground was spinning, his head felt like it was ready to explode. The leader led him back to his horse and tied a rope around his wrist, the other end to his saddle. He turned his horse towards the cabin, pulling the farmer in tow, who stumbled to keep up with him.

Charlie, come on, let's see what this farmer has for grub. Charlie, the second rider, followed with a dumb grin on his face like a puppy following his master. They approached the cabin from the rear. As they rounded the far side, they faced the front yard. Sitting on a lone stool was a beautiful young redheaded woman; at her side sat an  eight-year-old boy. They were shucking beans.

She looked up to see both men sneering down at her. She saw her husband beside the second rider, a rifle pointed at his head. Fear enveloped her. She was completely helpless. Her son started to run towards his father, but she grabbed him. She stood shaking like a leaf. She pushed her son behind her, attempting to shield him from the danger.

Charlie, you ever seen anything as pretty as that? The leader shouted as he looked her up and down.

No, I don't believe I have, Charlie replied, as he felt his loins stir.

Please sir, don't harm us—take whatever you want, she whimpered pleadingly.

Go lock the boy in the outhouse and come back over here.

She grabbed her son and dragged him off to the outhouse. Ma?

Zack, you stay here and you don't move till I come for you. No matter what you hear, you stay put. She gently kissed him on the cheek and closed the door. She locked it and turned back to face the two riders. She approached the men. When she was ten feet from the leader's horse, she stopped and faced him.

Would you like me to fix you some food and water? She attempted a smile.

No, what I want you to do is to slowly take them clothes off, The leader said with a grin. Charlie smiled. He knew what was coming. The farmer struggled, Charlie kicked him in the face with the heel of his boot. The farmer went down.

She began to shake; she had no choice but to do what these men said. She looked up at the leader pleadingly, Please...

I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth! Now take them clothes off! The leader snapped.

Slowly she began to unsnap the buttons on her dress as tears welled up in her eyes. As she removed her dress, the two men looked on. She stopped at the undergarments. Charlie cocked the hammer back on the rifle, pointed at her husband's head. She continued, and as she removed the undergarments, her breasts fell out. Creamy, white and full, her nipples pink and bright. Both men licked their lips. She completely removed her clothes and attempted to cover her lower area with her hands.

Put your hands behind your head, the leader barked.

She did as she was told, tears streaming down her face.

Both men looked on. She had a near perfect figure—a slim stomach, rounded hips, and long lean legs. Her hair shone red in the wind. Both men looked down between her legs at the red bush that gently fluttered in the wind.

God damn, Charlie, you ever seen anything as beautiful as that? I never seen a redhead's before!  The leader asked as he got down from his horse. Charlie just stared mesmerized. The leader grabbed a rope from his saddle and walked completely around her, taking it all in.

He felt the rise in his crotch and the dryness in his throat. He grabbed her wrists and tied them together and led her to a nearby tree.

Please.... no, she sobbed, I'm married, I have a child!

Shut up! He snapped, as he threw her to the ground. He tied the other end of the rope to the tree. Slowly he dropped his gun belt and removed his clothes. She attempted to close her legs but he thrust them open. He threw his face between her legs, inhaling her aroma. He tasted her, it drove him wild; how long had it been since he had had a woman? He mounted her and thrust. She screamed in pain, sobbing uncontrollably. He thrust again and again till he was finally satisfied. He called to Charlie, Boy, you going to get some of this? The farmer attempted to get up.

What do I do with the farmer? Charlie yells back.

Shoot 'im and come on.

The rifle exploded sending a bullet into the farmer's head, killing him instantly. Charlie got down and ran towards Joe laughing. I can't hardly run, my dick's so hard. Both men chuckled.

Charlie disrobed as Joe finished getting dressed. The woman lay there sobbing; she knew it was only a matter of time before these men killed her. Charlie mounted her and had his way with her as well. When he finished, he got up and looked at Joe.

What do we do now? he asked.

Kill her, Joe replied, as he walked back to his horse. Joe was halfway back to his horse when his head literally exploded, followed by the thunder of a distant rifle. At the same time, Charlie squeezed the trigger. He shot the female victim and turned to see Joe fall. At that moment, he felt his chest cave in, the impact driving him into the ground. He had a puzzled look on his face as he drew his last breath.

Chapter 2

The shot had been a long one, but he had to take it if he was going to save the woman. Both shots had found their mark, but he was afraid he was too late. He threw the Sharps buffalo rifle into its scabbard, and quickly mounted up and headed down to the scene below. The lone rider looked Indian except for his brown hair. His skin was dark and weathered. He wore his hair long and his Union army cap low. Even from a distance, you could see he was well armed. A Sharps buffalo rifle, a Winchester lever-action rifle, and a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun all hung from his saddle in various positions. He wore a double bandoleer across his chest filled with ammo and a bowie in the small of his back, with a Colt Peacemaker hung low to his side. He was a hunter—a hunter of men. What the white man called a bounty hunter.

He led a second horse behind him with additional supplies. A silver-haired, female wolf that he had raised from a cub also followed closely behind. He rode quickly as time was of the essence. He arrived at the scene of carnage. There lay the dead farmer. A little further on, the dead fugitive, Joe Smith. He quickly dismounted and ran to the tree where the other two bodies lay. He feared the worst.

He got there and saw the fugitive, Charlie's eyes rolled back in his head. He looked down at the female; she was alive, but not for long. He kneeled down and took her hand sympathetically and squeezed it. She looked at him wide-eyed. She knew she was dying but she sensed this man was good.

My son, he's only eight.... she gasped for breath. He's locked in the outhouse. She struggled to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Tears welled up in her eyes. The lone rider gently smiled and nodded.

Don't worry, ma'am, I'll look after him. I'll raise him as my own, I promise you, he reassured her, looking into her eyes.

She smiled weakly, squeezed his hand and she was gone. The lone rider felt disgusted. If only he had caught up to these men sooner. He picked up her limp body and carried it into the cabin and laid her on the bed. He then went back out and retrieved the husband's body and placed his body beside hers. He grabbed a lantern and emptied the kerosene on the bed.

He grabbed some of the kid's clothes and wrapped them in a blanket and threw it over his shoulder. He lit a match and threw it on the bed and walked out. He led the fugitive's horses to the tree, a safe distance from the fire. He then dragged the fugitive Joe's body over there as well. He wrapped each body in a blanket.

Then he picked up the first cadaver and threw it up onto its horse, draping the body over the saddle and tying it down. Next he did the same thing with the second body, throwing it up onto the second horse. He tied the two horses in line with his two horses. Now it was time to get the kid.

Wolf, come, he snapped. The wolf immediately got up and followed at his heels. He walked over to the outhouse. Zack sat trembling in the outhouse; he had seen most of what had happened through the knothole in the door. The bounty hunter walked up to the door.

Son, you in there? Your mama asked me to come get you. Can I open the door? He could hear the little boy crying on the other side of the door. He squatted and waited for the boy to reply. Me and my wolf are going to take care of you. Can I open the door? he asked again, patiently.

The boy sniffled. Ok.

The bounty hunter slowly opened the door, continuing to squat with the wolf at his side.

The boy looked up with tear filled eyes. My name is John Shane Wolf.  This here is Wolf. Your Ma and Pa, they're not here no more. They've gone to heaven, but before they went, they asked me and Wolf to look after you. That Ok with you? he asked, looking the boy in the eye while he gently smiled. The boy nodded his head yes.

You ever pet a real wolf? he asked. The boy looked at the wolf. Go ahead, pet her. She's your friend, she's going to protect you from here on. Wolf—friend, John commanded. The wolf stepped forward and licked the boys face.

See, she likes you. He continued with a smile.

Come on, lets get out of here. He offered his hand