Alec is shared a final time & an unexpected visitor shows up.
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The women puttered around cleaning each other up, then Abby packed a pipe for Alec and delivered a stiff whiskey to his side. He pulled her onto his lap and she snuggled deep in his arms.
"Are you okay, big man? We seemed to have wore you out."
"I'm good. I really enjoyed it. You're such a delicious little tart," he teased.
Abby got a serious look on her face. "Will you take me like you did Rose sometime? That looked amazing and must have felt even better from watching her reaction," she whispered quietly while peeking over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't overheard.
"I'd love to, but haven't yet because I don't want to hurt you. You're a different kind of special to me, much different than Rose and June and I want to keep it that way. It seems rather rude to treat the woman I love, like a harlot."
"Well, maybe she might want to be treated that way on occasion. You took me pretty hard in the forest the other day, but nothing like you did with Rose," she whispered and wriggled her eyebrows at him causing him to chuckle out loud.
"I never want to hurt you," he said seriously. "Even if you ask me to I may have difficulty doing it. You have no idea how precious you are to me, Angel." He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, robbing her breath for a few moments. He looked closely at her after he broke the kiss and her eyes had misted over with emotion.
"I love you too, Heavy. I thank God every day for delivering you to me, even though I had to drag you home with my horse!" she teased lightly to cover her emotions. She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and inhaled the warm aroma of sex coming from him, purring in satisfaction as his arms enveloped her and held her close.
A pair of slim arms slid around him and Rose kissed his cheek from behind. "Thank you, big man. That was an incredible experience, and thank you too, Abby for sharing your handsome stud. He's quite a piece of work."
"He sure is," June chimed in as she knelt before him and hugged his legs, then covered his knees with little kisses. "Thanks for spoiling me, Master. I'll never forget how well you take care of us."
He smiled down at her beautiful, dusky face and gave her a quick wink that had her blushing in pleasure. Abby's ears perked up at the title June addressed him by, but decided to ask him about it later. The current mood in the cabin was too good to bring to an end if the conversation became unpleasant.
"Is it too early to go to bed?" he asked. "I could use a nap at the least."
An intruder in the woods
Rose and June chose to cook a light dinner and while they did so, Abby and Alec crawled into bed. She rested her head on his chest, wriggling her nose like a rabbit when his crispy chest hair tickled her. In minutes he was sleeping and she spent her time with him caressing his broad chest, running her nails through his hair and listening to his strong heartbeat while she gazed at his handsome profile. She could feel herself falling ever deeper in love with him day by day it seemed.
She had just nodded off when June traced the hair back from her brow and kissed her forehead. "Dinner is served, Mistress, if you're hungry," she whispered quietly.
"Oh, June. Thank you, my sweet." Abby roused her man and the foursome had a delicious dinner together, enjoying a nice bottle of wine Abby had liberated from one of their caches. Alec insisted on doing the cleanup and almost had to spank little June to keep her from taking over his duties while the other two girls laughed in delight at the pair's antics.
When his chores were completed, Alec sat in his armchair and had another glass of wine while Abby sat at his feet. Rose started a nice fire in the stone fireplace and soon the evening chill left the cabin. Abby looked up at him and watched him as he stared into the flames, deep in thought with his brow creased in worry. She suspected his mind was on their upcoming journey and the troubles that would inevitably arise along the way, and she hated to see him like this. Glancing at her girlfriends she noticed that they too had fallen silent and were carefully watching him as well, picking up on his mood. She rose gracefully to her feet and offered him a hand.
"Come with us," she said softly. She led him to the bear skin that lay on the floor in front of the fire and pulled him down to lay on his back. Rose retrieved their pillows and together the girls surrounded him with their warm, naked bodies and soon drove all negative thoughts from his head with their kisses and caressing hands.
Their mood was slow and tender. Rose chose to simply lay on her side and caress anyone that came within her reach while Abby pushed June atop him. She rode with exquisite skill for nearly fifteen minutes while Abby kissed him and made love to his chest and hard belly with her soft lips.
The girls made it all about his pleasure this time and June left him gleaming with sweat and panting lightly. June slid off him and laid beside him while Rose licked him clean of his and June's combined juices.
He pulled Abby up over his mouth with her facing his feet and she watched Rose, until she soaked his face and chin in her sweet juice.
When Abby recovered her breath she slid off his face and straddled his hips while Rose slid to the side to accommodate her. Abby wedged his thick head in her pussy and tenderly took him deep inside her. He groaned as her tightness squeezed him in her hot, wet tunnel while he looked up at her beautiful blue eyes that were staring down at him intensely. For several minutes she worked above him, her sweet breasts gleaming with perspiration from the warm fire in her loins.
She lowered herself to his chest and whispered in his ear. "Just relax.”
Slowly, they wound down and with happy little sighs of completion, the foursome snuggled together and dozed off lightly by the fire. Sometime later as the room chilled, June roused them up and got them all into bed, then tucked them in warm blankets and together they slept like the dead.
The following morning, Abby was sitting on the porch swing drinking her coffee when she noticed her horse lift her head and look into the forest, then resume browsing in the grass. Abby continued watched her from the corner of her eye and the mare repeated her actions twice more in just a few minutes. Abby casually finished her coffee and strode inside the cabin.
"We may have company," she announced calmly, catching everyone's attention immediately. She explained what she'd seen and quickly outlined a plan for the group.
"I'll take my rifle and slide out the back window, then circle around in the forest in the direction my mare was looking. Rose and Alec, you two standby inside with your rifles and watch carefully out front. June, give me ten minutes then take a bucket of water and go out on the porch and wash up. Don't be afraid to show a little skin sultriness. If someone's out there we may need every advantage. Leave the door open though, so you can run inside if the shooting starts, sound good?"
"No it doesn't sound good," Alec growled. "I don't want you out there alone, sweetheart. I'm coming with you!"
"Lover, you can't fit through the back window with that big body of yours. Besides, I can handle myself, you know that. If you hear a shot, come running though," she said reasonably.
He was red in the face and getting angry, so she quickly pulled him down and smothered him in hot kisses until his broad shoulders sagged in defeat.
"Damn it, Angel. How come you always seem to win these difficult arguments?" he grumped.
"Get used to it, big man!" Rose exclaimed while stifling laughter. "I don't believe I've ever won a tussle with her in all these years."
"Time's a-waisting, is everyone good?" Abby said in an urgent voice.
"I'm good, damn it to hell!" Alec grumbled and picked up his rifle.
Abby pulled him down to whisper in his ear. "I love you, Heavy. Lots and lots."
He squeezed her until her little ribs almost cracked. "I love you too, Angel. Come back safe."
She slid out the back window and he handed out her rifle and rapier along with her powder horn and bullet pouch. She kissed his big hand, then turned and disappeared in the forest like a puff of smoke.
She started making a careful circle around the clearing and in just a couple minutes picked out the shape of a horse tethered to a tree about 50 yards away from the cabin. It's ears were perked up and it was looking at the west side of the clearing. Abby carefully eased in that direction with every sense she had available on high alert.
The sun was just rising in the east and she cupped her hand over her brow to shade her eyes. For nearly five minutes she stood completely still and listened while her eyes swept the area in front of her. Finally, she saw a small movement at the edge of the clearing between her and the cabin. She thought she could see a man lying prone on the ground, and like her, he had his hands covering his eyes as he looked directly east into the sunrise.
She heard the cabin door squeak open and the faint sound of June singing to herself as she began her morning ablutions. The man's head rose slightly and Abby knew he was watching June intently. Before she moved towards him she again scanned her surroundings for any danger but couldn't pick up any other signs that bothered her.
June's voice rose high and sweet in the morning air, drowning the tiny sounds of Abby moving in on the unsuspecting stranger. As she got closer to him, June came into view. She was naked from the waist up and was rinsing herself down with a wet rag. Her dusky breasts were high and firm on her chest and her dark nipples stuck out as hard as diamonds from the cold water.
Good ol' June, Abby thought to herself, the man didn't stand a chance. As she slid to within 20 feet of him, June dropped her skirt and raised a bare leg to the top of the porch handrail, exposing her shaven pubis to the world. Humming energetically, she dipped her rag in the bucket and took her time wiping herself clean.
Abby heard a gasp from her target and he shuffled uncomfortably on his belly as his burgeoning cock tried to find room in his trousers. In a few silent steps she was directly behind him and she poked the barrel of her rifle to the back of his neck. He stiffened immediately and a stream of curses left his mouth as he let his face fall in defeat to the forest floor
"You fucking got me you bastard, son of a bitch!" he complained. "Someone finally got the drop on ol' Duncan Yates, damn you to hell!"
The tension left Abby's body and a smile came to her face. "Mister Yates? I'm so sorry! I'm Abigail Durham!"
The man rolled over and a look of surprise came over his craggy old face.
"Mistress Durham! What in the fuh I mean what in the world are you doing here?"
She offered him a hand and pulled his slight frame to his feet. She gave him a big hug while he stuttered for words to say to the blonde beauty.
"I hope you don't mind too much, sir. We've had use of your cabin for several months. I read your note and figured you may never return," she said tentatively.
"Of course I don't mind. I didn't think I was coming back either. This war's been hell on this old man, but I've survived so far."
"Can I welcome you back to your cabin then?" she asked a bit sheepishly. "I have three companions with me as well."
"I've met one of them from a distance," he quipped. "You're just like your father, a devious young lady when need be. That show on the porch was for my benefit wasn't it?"
She lowered her eyes and giggled. "Yes sir, it was, and worked quite well in fact."
He laughed uproariously and clapped a hand to his knee. "Well, you snookered this old man fair and square, young lady. I'll be telling stories of this til the day I die."
She took his arm and tugged him towards the cabin. "Shall we?"
"Coming in, June! All's well!" she called out and together they approached the old man's cabin. The three companions met them at the porch and Abby made introductions all around. Duncan's eyes were wide in astonishment as he took in the three beauties all standing together, along with the tall man beside them.
"My word, man. Have you been living under my roof with these three young ladies? You're the most fortunate man in creation!" he exclaimed in wonder. The girls all blushed at his words and Alec's chest puffed out a little. He was proud to have them and wasn't afraid to show it.
"You look hungry and tired, sir. May I make something for you to eat?" June asked politely.
"I'll not turn down a good meal, Miss June. My thanks to you indeed."
She blushed at his words, rarely had anyone ever addressed her as Miss and she thought it was quite wonderful. They went inside and he exclaimed at how clean and well kept his cabin was and was equally surprised at the large bed Alec had built. He didn't mention their sleeping arrangements of course, but Abby saw the wheels turning in his wizened head and knew he suspected the truth.
While he ate, the companions answered his many questions about how they'd survived and continued taking the battle to the enemy. He informed them he'd been up north and knew that George was alive and well and giving the redcoats hell.
"In fact, he and his militia are steadily moving south, in this direction. Do know of Blenheim Plantation, Abby?" he asked.
"I've heard of it but I'm not sure where it's at."
"It's maybe three day's ride north of here. I've heard he intends to stop his drive south there to resupply and rest his troops. They've been on a real tear lately."
"That's wonderful!" she cried out. "We were just planning on heading north tomorrow to see if we could find him." She quickly filled him in on the letter she'd found from her father, and how she'd thought he was dead these long months.
"Well, I can assure you he's alive a thorn in the redcoats ass! Whoops, sorry, ma'am. I'm not used to being around such lovely ladies," he apologized with a red face.
She giggled and waved it off. "Don't worry Mister Yates, I've heard much worse. By the way, we have quite a lot of food and supplies at various caches around here. If you're staying home you're welcome to them. We had an excellent garden this year and all the produce is in a cool cave just a short distance from here."
His eyes misted over and he clasped her hands in his. "Oh thank you, Mistress. I really didn't know how I was going to feed myself this coming winter, a man can't live on venison alone you know."
"Well, there's something else too," she offered. "We have a milk cow with a yearling calf you're welcome to. We were just going to set her loose in the morning."
A tear ran down his rugged cheek and he knelt to kiss her hand. "Oh, you're such a blessing to this old man. I can never thank you enough for your kindness."
"You're the blessing, Mister Yates. We'd have had a rough go of it without the shelter of your cabin. I firmly believe it saved our lives."
The rest of the day they prepared to leave, and in the afternoon Alec and Abby showed the old man where the root cellar was. He was more than appreciative and swore he'd repay them somehow.
It was obvious to the foursome that the fellow had experienced a rough time in the last few months and their hearts went out to him. Abby pulled June aside and whispered an idea in her ear. June looked a bit surprised, but by the end of the conversation she was nodding eagerly.
Alec set about hauling water to heat on the stove and fireplace and when it was hot, Abby set her plan in motion. They moved the bathing tub out on the porch and filled it with piping hot water as the old man watched them curiously but remained silent. June opened a bottle of whiskey and filled a mug to the brim and set it near the tub, then she packed Alec's pipe and did the same with it. The old man was sitting at the kitchen table when Abby approached him and held out her hand.
"Will you do me a favor, Mister Yates?"
"Only if you call me, Duncan, Mistress."
"I like that, thank you, Duncan. And you may call me Abby, please. All my friends do." She gave him a beautiful smile that melted his crusty old heart.
"Come with me, please."
She tugged him outside where June met him with a washrag and soap in her more than capable hands.
"June offered to help you clean up and get you comfortable. It's just a small way that we can repay you," she offered.
His eyes widened in surprise. "Um, you mean for me to get in the tub? Naked?"
"Yes, Duncan. Please do. June is quite versed in matters like this, she's tended to me for years."
He eyed Abby askance for a few moments, taking in the confidence and authority in her blue eyes, then all resistance left him in a rush. His bony shoulders sagged and he almost wobbled on his feet. June steadied him and started peeling his filthy clothes from his sparse frame.
"Thank you, Mistress Abby. I'll never forget your kindness," he said softly.
"We'll be inside if you require anything, June," Abby ordered, then went inside and firmly closed the door.
June set her mind to doing her best for the old fellow. She gently scrubbed his hair, head and face while he sputtered and spit water everywhere. When it came time to stand him up, he protested vehemently but she was adamant and eventually he had no choice but to capitulate. He stood awkwardly while she soaped him up and scrubbed him briskly then rinsed him down. He continually covered himself with his hands and she had to talk him into letting her continue.
"Sweetheart, please let me take care of you. I don't want to embarrass you, I just want to make you feel good and clean. Besides, I think you've seen a bit more of me than I've seen you," she teased.
He looked at her and saw her beautiful smile and he let loose with a huge laugh. "Now that's the honest truth, Miss June. Fair's fair I reckon!"
He shyly dropped his hands and she took his cock in her own small ones.
"Well my stars! Mister Duncan, where ever did you hide such a large member! I've never seen the like!" she complimented with a convincing smile. His chest puffed out and he gave her a huge grin.
"I've been known to satisfy a few lasses over the years you know."
"I'm sure you have, my word, what a cannon!"
He smiled proudly as she gently soaped and rinsed him clean. He did grow a bit in her hands and sported a decent six inches of cock. Quite impressive for an older gentleman she thought. He never got more than semi-hard and she chalked it up to his shyness and old age. Not offended in the least, she finished rinsing him off, then bailed some old dirty water from the tub and called to Alec for a refill. He promptly topped the tub off with piping hot water and June returned Duncan to it's depths. She handed him the mug of whiskey and lit his pipe for him.
He watched her with wide eyes as she tended to his needs. He'd never been so pampered in his long life. As he settled back to soak in the heat she leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
"Are you doing okay, Mister Yates? Can I do anything else for you?" she asked gently.
"No, Miss June. I'm in heaven right now thanks to you. You're truly a remarkable woman," he stated with a contented smile.
"I'll leave you to enjoy yourself. It was my pleasure to serve you, sir."
She gave him a wink and wandered inside to see what her companions were up to. Abby had washed Duncan's filthy clothes along with a few pair he'd left behind in the house and was drying them in front of the fireplace.
Rose and Alec were working on a celebration dinner in honor of Mister Duncan and his cabin that had become such an important part of their lives.
Venison, smoked ham, steamed vegetables and fresh bread with butter were on the menu tonight, along with Abby's favorite vintage of wine she'd squirreled away.
When dinner was ready, June went out to rouse Duncan from the tub. She dried him off and helped him dress in his freshly washed clothes. She then took him inside and they all sat at the table, although it was somewhat tight seating. Alec led them in saying grace, then Abby served Duncan first as a sign of respect for the older gentleman. By the time dinner was over, poor Duncan's eyelids were drooping and he almost slid off his chair when he nearly fell asleep. June helped him to the huge bed where he halfheartedly protested her, but she insisted and stripped him naked, then tucked him in, and in just a handful of seconds he was snoring deeply. Abby giggled and made a sigh of happiness.
"Thank you so much, June. He'll never forget today as long as he lives."
"I didn't mind, he's such a sweet old man. I think he'd make an excellent husband for some lucky lady."
The foursome made short order of cleaning up after dinner, then they settled in, sipping wine. Abby perched on Alec's lap and snuggled into his warmth with a contented sigh while Rose and June reclined on the rug.
"I'm gonna hate leaving this place in the morning, but on the other hand I'm so excited to see Papa and William. It sounds like they may not be so far away, just a few days ride," Abby said, with a bit of melancholy.
Everyone nodded in agreement and the group became silent as they all thought of the good and bad times they'd shared among themselves.
Soon, Alec stirred. "I'm plumb tired," he stated. "Where's everyone gonna sleep at?"
"I'm sleeping with Mister Yates," June stated, surprising everyone. "He's such a sweet fellow and I think he deserves to sleep with a woman every now and then. Everyone needs some good in their lives and I know he'll appreciate it."
Rose stared at June, thoughts churning in her mind and Abby watched with interest to see how her friend would respond. Just then Duncan let out a pained cry and writhed in his bed, apparently fighting an otherworldly opponent. June quickly rose to her feet and went to him. She soothed his brow with a soft hand and sang a little lullaby until he relaxed and resumed his light snoring. Abby watched her face as she comforted the old man and really saw what a sweet and gentle person June was, deep in her heart.
Rose must have noticed the same, because she got up and joined her at Duncan's side. Together, they undressed and slid into bed on both sides of him, snuggling in close to his slim frame.
Alec helped Abby off his lap and made a nest of blankets on the bear rug for them to sleep in. Abby went to the girls and leaned in to kiss each one tenderly on the lips.
"Thank you, I'm blessed to have friends such as you," she whispered softly with a sweet smile, then returned to her man's side and blew out the oil lamp, plunging the cabin to darkness.
Abby was first up in the morning and wearing one of Alec's shirts, stoked up the stove and made coffee. She served Alec and they sat in his armchair with her snuggled on his lap. Together, they watched with interest as Duncan sniffed and snorted while waking up fully. Abby covered her mouth in mirth at his expression when he realized he was surrounded by beautiful naked women. Both girls had their arms and legs thrown over him as they slumbered on, unaware. He looked helplessly at Abby who shrugged and winked playfully at him, not helping a bit with his predicament.
"Just enjoy, my friend," Alec rumbled in a low voice and gave him a nod of encouragement. Duncan sighed and lowered his head back to the pillow, then closed his eyes. Slowly, a happy smile split his rugged old face and he softly kissed each forehead that lay on his shoulders.
"Thank you, Lord." he whispered. Soon, the smell of fresh coffee stirred the two girls and they gently untangled themselves from their fortunate bedmate. Naked, they each bent over him and kissed his cheeks, then dressed and started in on making breakfast. Abby went to help out, and Duncan shyly slid out of bed and quickly got dressed.
He sat next to Alec and peppered him with quiet questions.
"So, you've lived here for months with these young ladies?"
"Yes sir."
"Sleeping in that big bed?"
"Yes sir."
"With all three of them?"
"Yes sir."
"My word, man. You're my absolute hero! I've never in my life heard of such a thing. Doesn't it cause angst among them? It's quite apparent you belong to Miss Abby."
"Well sir, it's a mite complicated but we get by. I've yet to meet Mister Durham so we'll see how that goes soon enough I reckon."
The old man nodded sagely. "I don't pity your position, but I do envy you greatly, I can only imagine..." he said wistfully.
"One never knows, my friend. Strange things happen in life," Alec said encouragingly.
Just then Abby beckoned them to the table to eat, where she reminded them of her mother's maiden name of Winston, in case they needed it to identify themselves to the militia. They all swore they remembered it but she wanted to make absolutely sure. After breakfast, the companions were finally ready to depart and Alex noted that one horse was loaded rather lightly.
"Why don't we spread the loads more evenly," he suggested to Abby.
"You'll see shortly, sweetheart," she said mysteriously.
They all bid goodbye to Duncan and June told him that if possible that she'd come back to visit him sometime, and he stood on his porch waving as they departed. Merely a hundred yards down the trail, Abby stopped them and led the lightly loaded horse off the trail. The girls grinned conspiratorially but said nothing to Alec. He followed Abby to an outcropping of limestone that sheltered a small cave entrance. Abby crawled in and gestured him to follow.
He nearly fainted at the sight before him. The regimental payroll Abby had liberated from the British months ago was revealed to his startled eyes. Thousands of pounds in English gold and silver coin was contained in two, iron bound wooden chests.
"Holy Moses, Abby! Where in the hell did you get all this money?" he managed to croak out. She laughed gaily at his expression.
"Oh, we girls killed a squad of redcoats and stole it from them. A lot of it is also from other troops I killed before I met you."
He shook his head in complete amazement at the sheer audacity of this slip of a girl before him. She produced a small leather bag and counted out two hundred pounds in gold, then stuffed it in her coat pocket. Alec dragged the boxes out of the cave, and together they secured the chests to the pack horse, then met back up with the girls on the main trail.
"I'll be right back," Abby stated and swiftly returned to the cabin. Duncan was in the yard admiring his two new cows when she rode up to him.
"Did you forget something, Mistress?"
"No, Duncan. I rarely do. I just wanted to give you a gift for the use of your cabin." She slid off her mare and handed him the bag of gold. His eyes widened when he opened it up and peeked inside.
"Oh, Mistress Abby, I can't accept this!" he cried in consternation.
"Yes you can, dear Duncan. Please, on behalf of us and my father. I beg you to take it."
Tears ran down his face and he wept openly in front of her.
"Oh, Mistress. You're so kind! I'll never forget how well you and your family has treated me. You truly are an angel!" he sobbed.
She gathered him in a tight hug and kissed both his cheeks. "We'll meet again, my friend. I promise you that. Take care of yourself, dear Duncan."
She quickly mounted her mare and spurred away before he could see her own tears running down her face. The companions finally headed down the trail under Abby's guidance and they spent the remainder of the day feeling their way north. Abby wanted to stay somewhat close to the road system without revealing themselves. From the way Duncan had talked, the redcoat's presence was deteriorating rapidly and she hoped to use the main thoroughfare north if at all possible. Towards evening, she and Alec left the girls at their chosen campsite and crept into view of the main road. Abby consulted a map she'd taken from a long dead redcoat and confirmed their position using prominent hills as landmarks.
Apparently, there was a bridge to the north of them a few miles and she wanted to check it out the following morning. Alec just shook his head in wonder. Even as they searched for her father, she never let up looking for opportunities to cause damage to the enemy.
They made a cold camp because they were so close to the road and Alec insisted they have a guard on duty through the long night. They split the duty into two hour shifts and settled in for the evening.
Thankfully, it passed uneventfully and they continued on their way in the morning, grumbling as they worked the cold night from their stiff muscles.
A bridge to be taken.
They paralleled the main road staying west of it a quarter mile or so, dead reckoning as to how close they might be to the bridge. The sound of hammering and the shouting of men attracted their attention. Once again, leaving the two girls to care for the horses, Alec and Abby sneaked in close to see what the hubbub was all about. Sure enough, the bridge was where they thought it would be, however it was in a state of disrepair. Two cannon lay in the creek bottom below the bridge along with their teams of horses, dead in the traces.
Apparently, part of the bridge had given way under the weight of cannon and the heavy loads had plunged thirty feet to the rocky creek bed.
Redcoat soldiers numbering twenty or so had stripped to their trousers and were trying to repair the bridge. It appeared to handle foot traffic in single file, but no more than that. North of the bridge was a burned out tobacco field that held a half dozen cannon and ammunition wagons awaiting for the bridge to be repaired. All the traffic they could see was southbound. Old Duncan was right, Abby mused, the British were being routed by the militia and were retreating south.
By now, Alec was used to her ways and he waited patiently as she assessed the situation. Her blue eyes were locked on the bridge and he knew she was hatching a plot in her golden head. They watched in silence throughout the day until Abby was satisfied with what she was seeing. By her reckoning, the British should have their repairs complete by the following evening, or close to it. They returned to their now highly worried companions and were swamped by their hugs and kisses.
"You scared the hell out of us!" Rose complained mightily. Abby was apologetic but unmoved.
"We do it again tomorrow as well. I'm working on a plan." she stated. While they again cold camped, Abby consulted her maps and huddled with the group to formulate her ideas. "As I see it, our side needs those cannon as well as a solid bridge to chase down the retreating redcoats. I say we let them fix the bridge for us, then take their cannon and ammunition wagons for our own use. What do ya think?"
As usual, they were all amazed at the outright gall of their petite mistress whom never seemed to tire of killing the enemy.
"What happened to avoiding roads at all costs and heading north safely?" Rose asked tentatively.
"Well, things have changed. The enemy is in full retreat and father and William are only a day or so ride from here. We can help them out greatly if my plan works out," Abby reasoned.
"What's your idea to get the cannon?" asked Alec.
"I'll know more tomorrow when we see how much progress they make with the repairs. Until then we can't get too particular with the details," Abby said. "Let's get some rest, tomorrow will be a long day."
They ate a cold dinner and set a guard duty schedule, then Alec made a bed of pine boughs for them and they made a snug nest with their thick blankets. Abby slept fitfully like she always did before action, tossing and turning until Alec finished his guard duty. When he returned to her side, he enveloped her in his brawny arms and rocked her gently until she finally nodded off to sleep.
The couple spent the following day observing how many redcoats were heading on foot south across the bridge and continuing down the road. The core group of twenty soldiers stayed in place making repairs while the others fled further south. By late afternoon the flow of southbound soldiers had slowed to a trickle, almost convincing Abby that they were all that remained north of the bridge, and the cannon left in the field now numbered over two dozen.
As evening approached, the men finally quit their labors and went to the camp on the south side and ate dinner. When they finished, it was nearly dark and they only had time to roll one ammunition wagon across the newly repaired causeway before darkness fell completely. They left three men on the north side to guard the cannon and remaining wagons, a mistake Abby was more than willing to take advantage of. Abby pulled Alec back a comfortable distance and outlined her plan.
"You and I go in about three in the morning and quietly kill the men guarding the cannon, then we load a few of them with grapeshot and aim them across the bridge towards the redcoat camp. I cross the bridge and drop my mini bombs on their fires and hurry back to you and man the cannon. We'll blast any survivors or anyone cocky enough to try to take the bridge. The girls can help us reload the cannon if needed. They're good hands at that sort of stuff."
"Damn it woman, you have balls of brass. What if they have a guard out in the camp?"
She patted her rapier at her side. "She's drank redcoat blood before, sweetheart. She can do it again," she smiled confidently.
"How about I handle the bombs and you man the cannon?"
"Not gonna happen. You're too large and noisy to slip in the camp. No offense, big man," she giggled. "Besides, there's no way I'd let you risk yourself like that, I love you too much," she reasoned, and stuck her little pink tongue out at him. He snatched her up and she squealed in delight as he drew her close to him and kissed her deeply.
"How come I can never win an argument with you, Angel. You destroy me every time."
"Like Rose said, get used to it, Heavy!" she teased and returned his bruising kiss with one of her own. "Let's get crackin' and tell the girls what we're gonna do."
In the wee hours the group sneaked in close to the three guards and leaving June and Rose under cover, Alec and Abby slid in to do their deadly duty.
Alec crouched behind a wagon and when his assigned target appeared, caught him around the neck from behind. His huge shoulder and arm muscles bunched together like a steel vice and silently squeezed the life from the unfortunate man. Alec lowered him quietly to the ground and turned to find Abby wiping her sword on a bloody sleeve.
"The last one is sleeping against a wagon over there," she whispered while pointing a few yards away. Just as she slid in close, he awoke and scrambled to his feet, gaping up at her with bulging eyes. He filled his lungs to shout when a big fist came from nowhere and crushed his face to pulp with a single blow. He went down as if poleaxed, but Alec followed up his blow with a second that broke the redcoat's orbital sockets and drove bone fragments deep in his brain. The man died instantly and without a single tremor to raise an alarm. Abby stared at him in total awe.
"Holy Saint Jude, sweetheart. You hit like a ton of hammers!" she exclaimed in quiet amazement.
Abby quickly retreated to the tree line and brought the girls out to assist Alec with loading the cannon. The wagons held more than enough powder and ball so the process was quick and straightforward. Abby waited until four of them were charged then she grabbed her large bag of bombs that were filled with horseshoe nails and stealthily moved across the bridge, leaving her rifle behind while her companions watched and waited with bated breath.
The redcoat camp was a mere 20 yards from the bridge and three fires had burned low to large piles of coals, and were surrounded by sleeping redcoat soldiers. Abby couldn't understand why they even had fires with the militia dogging them so closely, but she chalked it up to simple fatigue. Every soldier they'd seen looked thin, haggard, overworked and scared, including the repair crew that slumbered in front of her. She stole into camp, watching and listening carefully for a guard but none appeared. There was a lone man sitting at a tree trunk sleeping soundly with his rifle across his knees, the only sentry on watch she figured correctly.
Gaining confidence, she moved in carefully and quietly pulled three bombs from her bag, steeling herself to quietly place them on the coals and quickly retreat. An odd wagon caught her eye several yards away at the edge of camp. It was actually a coach that was nicely made and seemed somewhat expensive. A man was sleeping next to it on a cot, the only one in camp it appeared. She silently approached and looked down at him. His uniform jacket was folded and laid on the ground at his side. She didn't know British rank but she was quite sure he was an officer.
Normally, she could've cared less and killed him without compunction but she remembered how important prisoners seemed to be to Alec and she saw an opponent to make him happy. She looked around and found a large rock, then hefted it in her hand. It seemed heavy enough to do the job.
With a final look around the quiet camp that yielded no sign of trouble, she raised her rock and cracked him solidly on the temple. He gasped slightly and made no further movement. Inwardly, she shrugged to herself. Wait and see she figured. Without further thought, she quickly and silently placed her bombs on the fires and ran for the bridge.
She flew into Alec's arms on the north side of the bridge and he held her tightly. "You scared the hell outta me, did everything go okay?"
Just then a bomb blew up, scything horseshoe nails through the camp and screams tore through the night air, seconds later the other two lit off to join the cacophony. They watched in the glow of the explosions as men ran around, on fire and screaming out their life's breath. Several men tried to rally and raise their muskets to the north. Alec quickly dragged Abby behind a cannon and touched a taper to the flash hole. Thunder filled the night, and a vicious load of grapeshot screamed across the bridge to cut the men down in a spray of blood and gore.
They waited several minutes and saw no more movement from the enemy.
"Come with me, I've got something for you," Abby urged Alec. He followed her across the bridge, through the dead bodies of the enemy and to the unconscious officer still laying on his cot.
"Holy shit, Abby, he's a Colonel!" Alec exclaimed.
"Looks like we wounded him," she deadpanned as she looked at his now bloody right leg. "Let's get outta here, now!" she urged. Alec threw the man over his shoulder and together they decamped and sprinted across the bridge, calling out to the girls to avoid getting shot down. When they arrived, they tied the Colonel up hand and foot then gagged him tightly, and threw him in a wagon for safekeeping.
"We need to reload as many cannon as possible and point them both north and south, we may receive fire from either side," Alec ordered. Frantically, the foursome did his bidding. By the time they finished, dawn was breaking faintly in the eastern sky easing their anxiety because now they could see if they were being encroached upon by the enemy. Alec was a tireless dervish of activity, he'd torn off his shirt and his muscular body streamed sweat as he manhandled cannon to his desired locations for their defense.
He and Abby were betting that if they could hold the day, the cannon and supplies would be theirs for certain. June and Rose recovered the horses and supplies from the tree line and tethered them to wagons so they couldn't bolt at the sound of cannon. They ate a meager breakfast and discussed their plans. Abby hoped that the militia would press the redcoats remaining north of the bridge into their envelope of fire and they could kill them with grapeshot. The main issue was enemy action from across the bridge as they may try to retake it, Alec reasoned.
Abby started a small fire and made a welcome pot of coffee which raised spirits immensely. Still full of energy, Alec found a shovel and dug shallow fighting holes for them. Luckily the dirt was soft from being tilled for tobacco and the digging was easy. He posted to the north and June lay with him to assist him in anyway she could. Rose and Abby faced south to watch for any soldiers creeping into the destroyed enemy camp.
Just before lunch, Alec called out the group. "I've got redcoats to the north, maybe a dozen or so!"
Leaving Rose to fend to the south, Abby ran to Alec's side. The enemy were marching down the road, shambling really as they looked over their shoulders continuously in apparent fright. Suddenly, a shot rang out from the tree line and a redcoat collapsed in the dirt. The entire group started shouting and running south. Alec crouched behind a cannon and picked up it's tongue. Bulging muscles realigned it carefully to his intended targets, and with a final grunt of satisfaction, he touched a taper to the flash hole and grapeshot sleeted through the soldiers. The blast obliterated the enemy so effectively that even Alec was amazed, not a single man remained on his feet.
"The militia must be here!" Abby exclaimed in excitement and hugged Alec happily.
"Alec!! Alec!" Rose screamed in a terrified voice.
He spun around to see a mass of redcoats running across the bridge and he sprinted to Rose's side. He grabbed up a burning taper and fired the cannon that was guarding the causeway. Nearly all the enemy fell screaming to the wooden planks but a few remained and continued their attack. Alec fired his rifle taking down a single man. Abby hit the ground at his side and her little squirrel rifle barked out another death sentence. Rose had recovered and she added her own contribution to the death count with a deadly accurate shot.
Suddenly, a hail of musket fire swept their position and June cried out in agony, clapping a hand to her shoulder and screaming in pain.
"There's more redcoats!" Abby cried out in consternation. There were 30 or more pouring over the edge of the cliff, avoiding the bridge to assault across the creek bottom. Alec frantically turned the elevation screw on three cannon and depressed the muzzles so he could sweep the edge of the embankment from which the attacking redcoats would soon emerge from.
Abby ripped off her over shirt and desperately plugged the hole just above June's collarbone that was weeping copious amounts of blood. A hail of fire from the trees struck the redcoats that were clawing their way over the embankment, coming dangerously close to the companions position and pinging off the barrel of the cannon that Alec was manning.
"Abby! The militia needs to know who we are! They nearly hit us with that volley!" Alec bellowed out as he fired a round of grape into the emerging redcoats, scything a bloody swath through their ranks.
"Rose! Take care of June!" Abby cried out while leaping to her feet and scrambling atop a nearby cannon barrel. She ripped off her once white shirt and held it high in the air. Her long blonde hair flew in the wind and her firm breasts swung from her slim ribcage as she frantically waved her flag, hoping to be recognized.
"Winston! Winston! We are Winston!!" She screamed over the cacophony of rifle fire and men's screams of agony.
A loud cry came from the tree line. "Winston! Winston has arrived! Have at the fucking redcoats!!"
Dozens of plainly dressed militia men poured from the trees and assaulted across the open ground to attack the enemy. Alec fired two more cannon that sluiced death through redcoat numbers before charging forward to meet the enemy hand to hand. A dozen or more were running towards him from across the bridge and the man in the lead stopped momentarily to throw up his musket and fire at Alec.
The ball whizzed past Alec's head and he ducked slightly at the sound. A piercing cry came from Rose and he turned his head in time to see sweet Abby fall backwards off her perch on the cannon, her blonde head leaking blood. Instantly, he knew the ball meant for him had taken down his lover and a red haze of hate covered his vision. With an animal cry, launched himself at the redcoats in his path. Like a whirling dervish he descended on them while ripping his sword from his sheath. Chopping and slashing, he worked his way through the mass of men without mercy. Because the bridge was so narrow only two redcoats could attack him at the same time and in his rage he turned them to bloody mincemeat.
A huge redcoat confronted him and managed to sink a bayonet between the bones in his left forearm and he cried out in agony, but he clenched his fist tightly and tensed his muscles, ripping the hilt from the man's hand. Alec chopped the man's head open from crown to chin and kicked his lifeless body over the edge of the causeway.
A battle cry suddenly rang out behind him from burly male voices, "Winston! Winston!"
In seconds he was surrounded by a mass of militia men and they surged past him to wreak havoc among the enemy forces. He was left behind, panting for air and covered in blood as the red rage slowly cleared from his eyes. He painfully ripped the blade from his arm and threw it over the bridge, then turned and ran as fast as he could to Abby's side. She was unconscious and laying on her back while Rose was cutting the hem from her shirt to use for a bandage. Alec assisted her and together got the head wound to stop bleeding. His heart broke as he took in the sight of his fallen sweetheart. Her blonde hair was matted with blood and a trickle of red ran from the corner of her mouth. Her bare breasts were running with sweat and caked with dirt. As he knelt before her he knew he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
He gathered her in his strong arms and held her close to his chest as tears poured from his eyes and he begged God for her life. Rose returned to June and helped her to Alec's side, where they huddled together until the militia cleaned up the remaining redcoat soldiers and secured the area. Abby stirred and looked up at her friends.
"What happened? Are we safe?"
Alec kissed her gently and reassured her all was well, then thanked God for his mercy. Against his protestations, she staggered to her feet and looked around in amazement at the scene before her.
"We did it, we kicked their asses halfway to next Sunday!" she exulted.
She noticed the militia men were standing stunned and gawking at her in total awe. She glanced down to see she was still half naked and blushed like a virgin. To them she looked like a bloody, conquering Valkyrie, a sight they'd never forget for all their years.
"Shit," she muttered, "Where's my shirt?"
Rose handed her the now shortened garment and Abby took it thankfully. She'd ripped off all the buttons when she'd torn it from her body to signal the militia, so she tied the tails tightly under her firm tits and made the best of a bad situation. Alec was breathing easier now that she had recovered from her wound so well and he let out a huge sigh of relief.
Abby looked at poor June who was curled up on the ground, still clenching her teeth in pain from her bullet wound. Abby went her mare and retrieved her bottle of laudanum and gave June a healthy swig. In minutes her pain was swept away and she nodded off in Rose's arms. She noticed Alec's wound and examined it but there was nothing she could do other than bind it up for him. She insisted he take a shot of laudanum as well, and he too was nearly as pain free as June in just a few minutes.
"Mistress Durham?" A man who appeared to be the militia leader approached her with his cap in his hand.
"Yes sir?"
"Will you allow me to escort you and your companions to the Blenheim Plantation? Your father will be most pleased to see you, I'd reckon."
Abby could hardly believe his words. Her father was so close after all this time and it just didn't seem possible after all they'd been through.
"Yes, please. We'd be most obliged if you would."
"We can take you in the coach we've captured if you like, Mistress. It'd be most comfortable."
"Thank you, sir, but we'll ride together or not at all," she said firmly.
"As you wish, allow us to help you all mount up at the least."
"It would be appreciated, kind sir. And the pack horses stay at our side, understand? Also, we have a redcoat Colonel as a prisoner, make sure he comes with us."
He knuckled his thick brow, "Yes, Ma'am, as you say. It's only a couple miles away and we should be there in no time. Shall I send a messenger ahead to your father?"
"No, thank you, that's quite alright. I'd rather the man spend his time taking plunder from these damnable dead redcoats, wouldn't you?" she asked with a smile and a sly wink that made the man's day.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'd say so," he chuckled.
Alec held June in front of him on his stallion and supported her while Abby and Rose rode their own mounts with the pack horses in tow. They made quite a sight as they proceeded up the lane to the big house surrounded by the small company of militia that had saved their lives. Somehow the plantation been untouched by the war and Abby was struck by how idyllic it was compared the battleground just a couple miles away. Slave cabins lined the lanes and curious people came out to watch them ride by, mostly women and children, she noticed. A few whispers grew to excited talking and finally shouts of joy as the folks realized their leader's daughter was alive and in their midst. The companions had no idea how famous they were and the word traveled fast.
Cries of "Winston! Winston!" rang out over the large front yard as they approached the big house and suddenly the front door flew open and two men ran outside into the brilliant sunshine. Rose kicked her horse to a gallop, bursting through the crowd to fling herself in William's arms.
"William, my sweet William!" she cried in happiness.
Abby stopped and dismounted as George ran pell-mell to meet her.
"Father!" she cried in a weak voice and collapsed in his strong arms.
"Abby, my sweet, sweet Abby!" he sobbed in joy.
They hugged for long moments, then Abby pulled back to look in his eyes.
"I've brought your family home, Papa. Safe, but not quite sound."
She gestured at Alec who held a bloody semi-conscious June in his arms.
"June!" he cried, and immediately went to Alec who lowered her into George's tender embrace. She awoke momentarily to see her lover looking at her in consternation.
"Oh, Master. I love you so. I hope I'm not dreaming," she muttered, then her eyes rolled back and she fainted dead away in his arms.
"Get the doctor! See to my people immediately!" George ordered in a frantic voice. He held her close and lowered her to the ground until the doctor ran from the house. He assigned two militia men to carry her inside, then turned back to Abby.
Abby put an arm around his waist. "She'll be fine I think, Papa. I might've gave her a touch too much laudanum. She was hurting badly."
"What about you, sweet daughter. Do you hurt terribly? Shall we get you inside and have the doctor look at you?"
"Soon, Papa. But first I want you to meet Alec. He's been through hell with us for months now."
Alec slid down from his mount and shook George's hand while staring him right in the eye.
"I'm honored to meet you at last, sir. Abby has told me much about you. All good I can assure you."
Abby slid an arm around Alec's waist and kissed his bare shoulder.
"Yes, Papa," she answered the question in her father's eyes, "He's mine and I'm his. I trust you'll get along because where he goes, I go."
George eyed Alec's tall, thick, hairy torso that was matted with blood and sweat. Along with his long wavy hair and exceptional height, he was the epitome of rugged manhood. He watched as Abby looked up at her man with a deep love in her eyes, and it reminded him of how her mother used to look at him when she was still alive.
He heaved a big sigh and his eyes again filled with tears. He'd lost his daughter to another man so soon and it broke his heart, but gladdened it at the same time because she was so obviously happy.
Even bloody, bruised and nearly half naked, she glowed with the power of her love for Alec. She was absolutely radiant.
Breaking into his thoughts, William showed up and swept Abby into his arms and she cried with joy.
"Oh, William. Rose must be so happy to have you back. You look wonderful!"
"Dear Abby, we can hardly believe you've made it to us! We've so much to talk about!"
"George, I need a favor. Can you please secure everything on our horses in the house please? Especially the wooden chests," Abby asked.
"Of course, my dear. Anything we can do to help."
"I need to go see June," George said in concern. "I'll be with her if you need me. Now, everyone inside. My people will get you cleaned up and fed, then over the next few days you can tell us all about your adventures." He ordered firmly, then looked Alec square in the eyes. "And you, young man, can tell me of your intentions with my daughter."
To be continued in part 7, by Seethegood for Literotica.