"No disrespect, beautiful flower..." Buddy bowed his head reverently at the sweet 17 year old. "You are so refined and composed, sometimes I forget myself...I adore, mi amor..." he glanced between the radiant woman and the red-faced Vaquero, and sighed.
"The question remains, can we, should we, take solace amongst the tribes of the high plains, or skin out for the creekbed and make for Bucksville? or seek out the Blue Bandana Bandits and take our chances with the low-down no-good dirty rotten scum?"
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Buddy nodded slowly, but wondered. "Where do we start looking for a cold blooded killer? Present company excluded, I mean..." he grinned.
"The sheriff mentioned something about the Blue Bandana brothers or some such... seemed to suggest they was connected to you too some sorta way. Maybe start with them, if you know where we can find them, and if it's not in town?"He looked back at the ladies and continued. "And, what about our lady friends? Do we want to involved them further in whatever this may become? Should we seek shelter and protection from the savages out here on the open plains, or what do you reckon? Where to begin?"
Buddy was hoping the Mexican wouldn't take too much advantage or pleasure in the fact that a gringo was asking him for advice and guidance in a matter of life and death. If truth be told, Buddy was starting to see some good in the redneck wetback greaseball vaquero... not much, but some...
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"I had two brothers in that gang. Dead now, both of 'em. They had a hideout somewhere down south of Abilene... We should work our way north and see what we can find."
Buddy moved behind Catori and placed his hands upon her shoulders, stroking her full flowing length of dark hair, and gently caressing her neck and shoulders. She was tense, her muscles tight, but her skin was so soft and warm, like her heart.
Buddy smiled down on her, and inhaled deeply, content and quite happy to be alive!
"Should we travel by day, to this bandito camp, or lay low and wait until dark? I personally vote for a few hours rest..." he knelt behind his squatting sweetheart, allowing her to lean back against him and rest her weary bones. "But, I agree, we should check out the bandit camp, if we find them..."
Greg (who happened to follow you during this whole time, b/c i am to lazy to go back and read and figure out exactly how i could help) stepped forward and spoke for the first time. "Well, seein' as we have Miss. 'Flower' here," he joked Buddy's comment in his slight drunkeness, not meaning anything by it. "I think we could get pretty safe pasage past any Indians. And she also, if you forget, was more then likely trained as a warrior by her tribe. We also have a educated mind and the best shot in the west," he placed his hand on his gun for emphasis. "Along with your smarts, guns, and obvious inteligence of these men. I think we could do pretty well for ourselves if we hunted these bastards down."
"Ok, gringo, but I have to warn you, it'll take a few days to get there. We leave right now and keep up the pace, we can be in Abilene by sundown the day after tomorrow. I remember my brother Ignacio saying something about a hillside with a door in it... On an island between two streams or something."
They rode for an hour or so before Luis slowed his horse gradually to a halt. It was now full daylight. His dark eyes scanned the horizon. He sensed that something was not quite right, that they were not alone...
A faint rumbling sound came from off in the distance somewhere. It grew gradually louder and louder. A herd of perhaps some five hundred cattle was stampeding blindly, heading in their direction. Luis swore under his breath and brought his horse around to face them. The herd was still a few hundred yards off, but didn't show any sign of slowing.