The Gunfight In Virginia City: Western

By Neal Chadwick

by Neal Chadwick


The size of this book is equivalent to 108 paperback pages.


Billy Dunlop kidnaps Henrietta Lamont. Town Marshal Jim Cranston tries everything to rescue her. Meanwhile, chaos breaks out in Virginia City. Behind it is none other than O'Kieran, who wants to get the Town Marshal deposed. Will he succeed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfredbooks
• Release date: Jun 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9783745230871

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The Gunfight In Virginia City: Western

by Neal Chadwick

The size of this book is equivalent to 108 paperback pages.

Billy Dunlop kidnaps Henrietta Lamont. Town Marshal Jim Cranston tries everything to rescue her. Meanwhile, chaos breaks out in Virginia City. Behind it is none other than O'Kieran, who wants to get the Town Marshal deposed. Will he succeed?

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A CassiopeiaPress book: CASSIOPEIAPRESS, UKSAK E-Books, Alfred Bekker, Alfred Bekker presents, Casssiopeia-XXX-press, Alfredbooks, Uksak Special Edition, Cassiopeiapress Extra Edition, Cassiopeiapress/AlfredBooks and BEKKERpublishing are imprints of

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NEAL CHADWICK is a pseudonym of ALFRED BEKKER

© of this issue 2023 by AlfredBekker/CassiopeiaPress, Lengerich/Westphalia

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The sun was at its zenith and burned down mercilessly on the barren land. Aileen rode at a gallop. A farm appeared before her in the shimmering heat. No one had lived here for a long time. The last storm had torn away half the roof. The wind made the shutters rattle. Aileen reached the farm, reined in her horse. The young woman let her eyes wander and brushed back her hair. She was dressed like a cowgirl, wearing tight jeans and a thin shirt knotted under her chest. She had pulled her hat down low on her face. The sun was damn bright.

The young woman led the horse to the well.

A sound made them freeze.

The click of a revolver cock.

She looked up. A man with a dark mustache and an ugly scar on his face had stepped out of the farmhouse door. The Colt in his right hand flashed in the sunlight.

Take off your clothes! the fool pressed between his lips.

Aileen met his hungry gaze.

She remained silent, did not move from the spot. He fired the revolver. The shot went into the ground about half a meter from Aileen's feet, raising a small fountain of dust. Aileen winced and blushed. The fool laughed dirty. Come on now, baby! Do you think I want to wait forever? Aileen took a deep breath. Her bust pressed against the thin fabric of the shirt as she did so. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, there was no mistaking that. She swallowed as the fool had the barrel of the gun pointed in her direction. His face contorted into a mask of blank greed. A muscle twitched restlessly beneath his scar. Aileen still did not say a word. She reached for the knot in front of her chest, untied it. A moment later, the shirt slid from her shoulders. Her narrow shoulders and shapely breasts became visible. A silver amulet hung between the even hemispheres.

Go on! the fool demanded.

He shot a second bullet at her feet, this time a little closer. She jumped back a little. Her breasts bounced as she did so. Stop it! she screamed with a mixture of anger and fear.

Her horse bolted away, calming down only after it had run thirty or forty meters.

Then get on with it! was the scarred man's unmistakable instruction.

She obeyed, took off her boots.

Then she opened her pants, pulled them over her curved hips. A few moments later she stood there completely naked except for one little thing.

You can leave the hat on, laughed the scarred face. She put her arms on her hips.

Too generous! she opined.

He came up to her, stopped in front of her, looked her up and down in a way that made even her, a girl from Blue Creek Ranch, the brothel on the outskirts of Virginia City, blush in shame.

What now? she asked challengingly. Are you going to shoot me in the toes again? I'm happy to play your games - but I can't stand this shooting, Greg O'Kieran!

O'Kieran laughed hoarsely.

He holstered the Colt, then lowered it to the ground the next moment.

O'Kieran walked up to her, touched her first on the shoulder, then his hands moved lower. He began to play with her erect nipples. Aileen moaned, closing her eyes for a moment.

In truth, you like this game as much as I do! murmured O'Kieran. One of his hands wandered lower, slipping between her thighs. Admit it, you are completely in bondage to me...

Greg... she whispered.

Then she began to pick at him. The next moment she took off his jacket, untied the bow he wore around his neck.

Her hands felt their way further down, finally finding the hardened spot between his legs. The fabric of his pants was stretching. Come, let's free an important part of you from its confinement! she demanded.

Nothing better than that! he grinned, grabbed her roughly and pressed her against him. Together they then sank to the sandy ground. She opened his pants. He impatiently grabbed her waist, spun her around so that she knelt down on all fours. Then he took her from behind, penetrating her with increasingly violent thrusts. Her breasts swung back and forth each time in time with these thrusts. She moaned out. As silly as O'Kieran's games sometimes seemed to her and as much as she detested it when he included the revolver in them - what was happening now she enjoyed from the bottom of her soul.

Admit it!, she thought. You are completely in bondage to this scarred face....

Faster and faster his wild thrusts became.

He growled like a cat of prey at that.

Aileen liked that.

Hot she then felt how he poured into her. Both held their breath for a few seconds before they sank down exhausted.

It took a few moments for them to catch their breath. Aileen suddenly laughed.

What's going on? asked Greg O'Kieran, hurrying to button his pants and buckle his gun belt again. Aileen was not in such a hurry, but first let the sunlight shine on her beautiful body for a few moments.

I wonder what all the good citizens of Virginia City would say if they saw you here like this, Greg O'Kieran! she opined. She shook her head in mock rebuke. Respectable businessman and saloon owner Greg O'Kieran secretly meets regularly with a competitor's girl from the Blue Creek Ranch, who has to oblige him in peculiar games... She laughed out. You'll have to practice the brutal womanizer a bit, though!

He looked at her with a look that almost made her blood freeze in her veins despite the high temperature. A look full of coldness and cruelty...

She shuddered, already regretting her words.

Like that, you mean? he said. His voice was little more than a whisper. It sounded like the hiss of a snake. He drew the Colt, blazing a few shots so close to the right and left of the woman's naked body that she cried out. The panic she now felt was completely real. Tears glistened in her eyes.

Greg O'Kieran laughed harshly, pocketed the Colt. Then he took a few silver dollars out of his pocket and tossed them to her.

I don't know why I don't actually just tell you to go to hell! said Aileen.

O'Kieran grinned cynically.

But I know. The silver things there are just ONE reason...

Cocky goat!

"You wouldn't even get away