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Rated: GC · Campfire Creative · Fiction · Action/Adventure · #2050592
A wild west setting where gun slingers wield magic guns and sling for glory and prizes.
[Introduction]
The main character is Cameron "Camm" Conroy IV also known as Blue Sniper. He is a dashing blue eyed young man with brown hair. He typically wears blue and carries a five shot revolver rifle. A beast is imbued into his rifle thanks to making part of the rifle's handle from it's bone. This allows some extra power into his shots. More of the story will be explained in the writing.
Standing on a cliff side was a young man in his late teens possibly just under twenty. His blue eyes looked out into the canyon while his mess of black and brown hair flew in the wind. He had a bit of a tan and wore with pride a scar on his neck. He stood at five foot eight with a pair of nice dark blue boots.

Tucked into the boots were a pair of blue jeans. On his waist was a bullet belt with three large pouches. He wore a white t-shirt with a blue shaw made of yarn that was knitted. He wore a belt on his abdomen with a short revolving rifle on his back. He pulled off the short fire arm and loaded into it's revolver component five bullets. The handle had bone on it and the trigger was a canine dipped in metal. The young man took aim as he had in his crosshairs the target.

A bull with a gold horn cap. The bull was fighting for it's life against five other gun slingers. People cheered from erected observation towers. The young man pulled the trigger as he said with an unusual confidence, "Time for some slinging."

The bullet that flew from the rifle became a blue light that hit the sand in front of a gun slinger's boot. The beam turned into a puddle of ice making the gun slinger slip and fall. The young man pulled the hammer again making the revolver piece rotate. Pulling the triger again the young man let out a second bullet as it flew past the bull. The bullet seemed to open as it propelled a small thin bola. The bola tied up the bull's front legs making the bull fall.

The beast slid to a stop as the third bullet was fired just right hitting the horn cap off. The horn cap landed shimmering it's gold metal in the light. A whistle was heard as the young man rested his rifle and said with a grin at hearing his name, "I got my first prize."

The announcer said with a holler, "Cameron Conroy the fourth is the winner declared by the judge panel."
The gun slinger who slipped on Cameron's puddle of ice shot watched the proceedings through slitted eyes. His name was Jesse Brown, aka the Snake. The butt of his rifle was covered in the skin of a cobra. He mostly used venom bullets that killed even with only a grazing shot, but he also had a few special trick bullets for special occasions.

Now, as he stared at the young man who had stolen the prize away from him, his thoughts were that the death of that young man could be just such a special occasion. Cameron Conroy, I will not forget your name!
Jesse stood up as his boot splashed in the now melted puddle. He took his rifle and fired at the helpless bull. The beast screamed as it's eyes glazed over and it's mouth began to foam. Jesse said with hate walking away, "Damn Snipers, I hate open tournaments. If this was a Runner Tourny then I would have won."

It was not secret that the Jesse Brown was called the Snake for multiple reasons. Such as sneaking up behind a fellow competitor and putting a stun bullet into their back. Or the fact that he was the fastest Runner of the North of the 33rd Line. He was also called the Snake because of his favorite venom cocktail recipe made of red eye cobra and black raddler venom.

Jesse saw Cameron Conroy take his purse from the tournament announcer. He watched as Cameron count his bills and put them in his own purse. And load the personal purse into his pouch. Grinning Jesse moved stealthily and bumped into Cameron accidentally.

Jesse then said with a bit of exaggeration, "I'm so sorry, uh, here let me get this dust off you."

Cameron then said with a grin to Jesse, "Oh, thanks. Hey, uh, take care of yourself man. I think your step might be a bit off. Might want that to get checked out."

Jesse nodded as he said walking away with a limp, "Yes, I'll do that."

As Jesse turned the corner he chuckled holding Cameron's purse. He opened the leather envelope and pulled out the cash. He left the coins and dropped the purse. He soon disappeared as Cameron came running the corner shouting to nothing, "HEY!"

Cameron picked up his purse and said looking in it at the few coins he had left, "Damn it."
By asking around, Cameron soon learned the name of the thief - Jesse Brown - and the fact that he had a less then stellar reputation.

That night Cameron found himself in the same saloon, the Rolling Stone, where Jesse Brown was sitting at a table playing poker... with Cameron's money. Camm sat down at the table when an opening came up.

Jesse flinched for a moment, the regained his calm steady demeanor. "Do you have enough stake to play, cowboy?"

"I was hoping you might advance me some," Cameron said. "Looks like you have a pretty big pile in front of you."

Jesse laughed. "Well, I would do that if you were a friend of mine, but since I don't know who you are or where-"

Cameron interrupted him. "I'm the gun slinger that won the prize today and you are the gun slinger that stole that prize. It's laying on the table in front of you right now."

The saloon went deathly quiet except for the scraping of chairs as nearby customers decided they better move to a safer area. It sure smelled like gunplay was about to happen.
Camm knew that the Rolling Stone preferred to take all guns at the door and lock them up. It was just policy because at some point the 50 something bartender got sick and tired of cleaning up blood. But sometimes, a gun could be snuck in. Camm stared down Jesse who stood up pulling a gun from his sleeve. The small convenience revolver aimed straight at Camm's head.

Camm then said putting his hands up and leaning back, "Alright, alright, I know when I'm beat."

Pulling the hammer Jesse said to Camm with a bit of grit in his teeth, "If it wasn't for you damn sniper, I would have won this prize fair and square. Now, I'm giving you to the count of three to back your ass out of that chair."

Camm then stood up as he backed up and said to Jesse, "Sorry, I was only wanting my prize back. You've already racked up enough money with it for a night to stay."

Jesse then said as he aimed the gun at Camm, "True, but I don't feel it's proper to give money to a dead man."

Pulling the trigger Jesse let the bullet fly as Camm pulled a waitress's tray from her hand. The bullet deflected off the tray as Camm threw it at Jesse's chest. Jesse flew back with a cough into a wooden column. Camm then ran forward stepping onto the table and snatching up what bills he could. His boots landed on the floor as he made for the wall locker.

Camm dropped as Jesse shot the wall locker where Camm used to be. The lock now shot off left the locker open for Camm to pull off his rifle. He moved with his gun to the outside trying to escape the mad snake. Camm got outside to see a horse run up with a person on it's back.

On the back of the horse was a young woman with black hair and blue eyes. Her hair was in a short pony tail and her slim yet curvy body was clothed by a brown shirt and shorts. A red skirt was worn over the shorts and matched her boots. The woman said to Camm with a serious shout, "Get your tailbone on before it's filled with lead."

Camm leaped as his hand was grabbed by the woman. Camm pulled himself onto the horse as the woman said to the horse summoning it to run, "Yah!"

Camm then said to the woman with a grin as he looked at the fist full of bills, "Thanks for the ride Carrie."

Jesse got outside to see the pair ride off into the night. Growling he said as he shouted in anger firing a bullet at a random passer by, "CAMERON CONROY!"
The horse slowed as Carrie pulled on the reins and said to Camm as they got to outside a train station, "You can get off now."

Camm got off the horse as he said to the girl, "Thanks, cuz."

Carrie then asked Camm with a neutral voice, "How much did you get off the table?"

Camm looked in the pouch for the bills he had grabbed. He lost his happiness as he said with dismissal, "I managed to grab a couple of twenties and fives."

Carrie then replied to him with disbelief, "Seriously? You won a two thousand dollar prize money tournament and only grabbed less than a hundred of it?"

Camm said with a sigh as his back hunched over, "Yeah."

Camm then put the bills in his purse as he put the purse in his pouch. Carrie then said to him looking at the train station sign, "It looks like the train will be here in the morning. Where are we planning on going now that you are done with the Golden Bull Tournament?"

Camm pulled out a leather bound book. The book was opened to show the stamp of the golden bull tournament. He grinned as he saw the signature beside it. He finally replied to his cousin, "Well, I did just win my first tournament. So, four more opens and then I'll qualify for specialty tournaments. From there I'll enter in my first sniper tournament and hopefully win five in a row. If I do then I'll qualify for elite sniper tournaments. And if I win just one out of seven of those then I will qualify for the Shadow Tournament. Meaning I'll be one of the best snipers in the world going up against possibly six other best snipers of this dual annual (An event that happens every two years) tournament going up against the previous ten champions."

Carrie then replied to him as if he were stupid, "Duh, what I asked was, where are we going next?"

Camm then said a bit pissed, "We'll be heading to Stanton for the Sidewinder Tournament. Goal, shoot as many sidewinder as you can before sun set and the most wins the prize money. Plus, a stamp and signature."

Carrie looked at him still and said to him, "You're lucky you're my cousin and that you're cute."
"Wish I could say the same about you," Cameron said with a grin.

The next morning they took the early train to Stanton so they would have plenty of time to sign in for the tournament and find a room in a hotel and a stable for Carrie's horse. In addition to gunplay, Carrie was an excellent horse handler and entered whatever competitions she could find, but the main focus of their efforts was on Cameron's tournaments.

After signing up for the Sidewinder Tournament, they found a room at the Red Goose Hotel, a three story wooden structure with balconies running around the top two floors. A big painted goose hung off the front of the building and squeaked as the breeze made it swing back and forth.

"I have to get up well before dawn," Cameron said, "so I reckon I'll turn in early. What about you?"

"I'm not sleepy. I'm going to read a little. That will make me sleepy. See you in the morning, cousin."
Camm woke to the noise of buckets being poured out their windows. He moaned a bit as he rolled in bed to open his eyes and look to see Carrie in her delicates. Assuming the best course of action to avoid getting his ass kicked was to pretend to still be asleep. The only problem was the fact that his eyes were glued to his cousin's shapely butt. Her butt cheeks were clothed in a pair of light red panties made from what possibly looking like the most silky smooth material in all of the world. And a pink camisole was worn over her petite bosom as she stood up with the bucket.

She poured a glass of water into the bucket and swished the bucket around. She then poured out the water and said sniffing the bucket, "Woof, they need to replace their buckets."

Carrie then began to look in Camm's direction to see if he was still asleep. She saw that his eyes were closed, almost too tightly. She then said with a smile, "Oh! Now, that I'm done with my business, maybe I'll take a shower. With soap and maybe I'll use the ivory dildo that I made a purchase off."

That clenched it as Camm's face scrunched trying to not open his eyes. Carrie then walked over to her bed side table and pulled off a revolver. The revolver was a six shooter with a dragon skin leather grip. She loaded in one bullet as she put the revolver back into the gun small runes decorating the barrel glowed red. Carrie then pulled back the hammer as she took aim and said to Camm, "PERVERT!"

An explosion later Camm stomped down the stairs still tired, but definitely lively. Covered in soot and a few burn marks the young man made it to the lobby. He said to the inn tender as he put down a twenty, "That's to cover the bed."

Camm looked at what was left in his purse to see he had less than ten dollars in bills and had a few coins. The coins in total made up four dollars and fifty cents. So he had a total of 12 dollars and fifty cents. He might as well go spend a dollar on a nice breakfast before buying groceries.

He then asked the Inn Tender, "So how much to rent some space in the basement refrigerator?"

The Inn Tender said with a gruff voice, "It'll be ten cents a day."

Camm put down a dollar as he said to the man, "That'll take care of the ten days I should be here."

Camm walked out as he said out loud, "Maybe I should do a fifty cent breakfast. It'll definitely be cheaper on the purse."

A female voice was heard from the Inn's porch. The voice was like liquid gold and reminded him of a scam once. The voice said to Camm with a hint of happiness, "Still cheap as ever. So, the Blue Sniper is the nick name."

Camm turned to see a light black woman with long orange hair. Her skin like a nice polished wooden table. Her orange hair tawny braids that were in cornrow dreads. Her brown eyes looked at Camm with a tad more than just simple affection. She wore a orange tank top with tendrils swinging over her midriff. A pair of blue jeans were worn with the legs tucked into a pair of orange boots with spurs.

Camm replied to the buxom woman with a beauty mark under her lip, "I haven't heard that nickname yet, Bulletproof Britina."
"Well, that's what they call you," Britina said. "Might as well get used to it."

Camm looked her up and down. She was as hot as ever. One day they were going to get together, he knew that, and maybe this tournament would provide the day. "Are you in the Sidewinder Tournament?"

"I sure am," she replied. "And I aim to win the thing, too, darling. You don't have a chance."

Camm laughed. "We'll see about that. I just won one, and I've got momentum."

"It will take more than momentum to beat me, sugar."

Camm grinned. "I'm heading out to eat my breakfast. Want to join me?"

"Not unless you let me pay for it. I ain't eatin' no 50 cent breakfast!"

"Sure, sure," Camm said. "You want to buy breakfast I'm more than happy to let you. Some ornery varmint named Jesse Brown stole most of my prize money."

"We won't eat at this Inn, then. Let's go to the Smokey Bull Café. Now they have some good food."

At the Smokey Bull the crowd was light and they got a waiter to see them right away.

"Steak and eggs for me," Britina said. "And a big hot coffee and... some toast and butter and honey."

"I'll have the same," Camm said.
Britina sat with her breakfast out in front of her. Licking her lips she was about to dig in when the waiter coughed. Lifting a brow Britina dug into her belt pouch to pull out a purse. She opened it and gave 18 dollars and a coin to the waiter. The waiter smiled as he walked away. Britina cut into her steak as she said with the purse not put away, "So, the Sidewinder Tournament. You know I've won that two years in a row. All ten times. With how often they need some exterminators to take care of the varmit, it's fun and easy money to come back. Especially when you are the fastest sniper East of the Channel."

Camm bit into his steak as he said to her with a swallow, "Yeah, I've paid close attention to your name in the papers. You're the most popular name in the papers here in the Rail Lands."

Britina seemed to stop as she said to Camm a bit grimly, "So, have you seen the B section of the papers?"

Camm stopped as he nodded, "Yeah, burials have increased with the activity with Desert Devin roaming the desert. Seriffs say he's killed so many people he's aroused the Force. I wonder who he is."

Britina said to him biting her eggs, "With how many MMOs there are, they are thinking that Desert Devin is just a myth and that it's an organization. Who knows what they are doing, I mean gun slinger hunting? And taking their side arms? Its dangerous, that's for sure."

Camm then said trying to lighten up the mood, "So, you plan on taking this tournament too?"

Smiling Britina said back as she pointed her fork at him, "You know it, this sniper has to pay for her food and goods some how."
"As beautiful as you are," Camm said, "you could make a hell of a lot of money selling yourself to men for a good time."

Britina flicked a forkful of eggs at Camm's face. "Bad boy!"

Camm used his napkin to wipe the egg off his face. "Sorry about that. I didn't know you have morals."

"I don't," she said. "But I do have a rule against selling myself. For one thing, it's too dangerous. Who knows what disease you could get. I'm staying clean, thank you. I only fuck sweet young men like you."

Camm felt the heat rise in his face. This was going better than he expected. "I'm ready!" he said.

Britina laughed at how eager he sounded. "I'll bet you are. See me after the tournament. Maybe you won't be so ready after I whip your ass."

Camm snorted. "I'll be ready, but don't think I'm going to lose to you just so I can have a little fun. I'm going to win AND have fun!"

"Oooo, big talk. Say, we better get moving or everybody will be out there shooting snakes while we're still sitting in here gabbing."
Camm and Britina walked outside of the Smokey Bull Cafe. The pair began to walk towards the sign up booth. It was no secret that some gun slingers cheated by getting in early kills or by scoping out the land or spying on the competition to get ahead of the game. The competition had the game wardens to worry about. To get back into town you were searched by a game warden for snakes to see if you'd be cheating in the next tournament.

While the pair walked to join the line just inside a shop an event was going down. Inside was a cloak wearing woman. Her cloak was red with the front half way undone showing her upper torso. Her upper torso was clothed in a gray tank top and showed a decent amount of cleavage. On her back was a spear slipped into a chest belt. She had deep tanned skin with black hair in a pony tail with a pair of bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were pale showing that she was blind. A ten gallon hat was worn that was red with a diamond buckle on it.

She said to the shop keep who opened a leather bag full of snakes, "Here are snakes from three days ago. Before the game wardens got here. They should be good for tomorrow when the two day competition starts. I got forty of them for you."

The woman then said as she began counting them, "If you've lied to me, you will be dead."

The man a coward at heart quivered from her threat. He thought he was covered because she was a woman and blind. Surely she didn't have an education. But, just in case she did, he had a revolver. What he didn't expect was the voice from her lips, "That revolver won't do you any good unless you are a fast draw."

A spin of her spear and a duck under the fired shot the man was cut along his shoulder. The woman stood up as she pulled the trigger on her combination gun spear. The spear tip was a half spear with the barrel on the other side of the blade. From the barrel came a bullet that was silent with her shot as blue runes flashed.

The doors opened a few moments later as the woman grabbed the bag and hid it in her robe. She dropped the spear as she said to the sheriff, "Oh, it was horrible, the man tried to shoot me!"

The seriff looked at the man's body and said to her, "Must have been a ricochet. I'll help you outside ma'am."
Britina whispered to Camm. "I think that's Blind Mary."

"Never heard of her," Camm said.

"Well I have. She is formidable."


A Brief Digression

Farah A'bool and Lewis A'bool were brother and sister. They both had black hair and black eyes and olive skin and they both loved Cameron Conroy. Whether they were Gypsies or Arabs no one knew, not even themselves, for they grew up in an orphange clinging to each other as the only family they would ever know.

They made their living as an entertainment act. The Amazing A'bools! Lewis played guitar while Farah danced and sang. They were popular in the saloons and inns of the Rail Lands and on the steamboats of the River Lands. As luck would have it, they were playing in Stanton the week of the Tournament at the saloon know as The Golden Slipper.
Camm and Britina made their way to the sign-up table. Britina studied the list of who had already signed up. "Oh shit! Regina Whiplash is in the tournament. She catches snakes with her whip gun and she is really good."

"I just assume everyone is really good and do my best," Camm said.

Britina wrinkled her nose at him. "You are such a sweetie. Now today... I'm going to kick your ass."

The gunslingers lined up in a long line. There was a lot more of them than Camm expected.

"Are you ready?" said the Starter. "Get set! Go!"

Rules were they had to set out into the desert on foot and try to avoid fighting with each other. Any gunslinger that killed another gunslinger was automatically disqualified and could not win the tournament.

Camm got as far away from Britina as he could. He didn't want to get into any conflicts with her. He was a fast runner so soon he found himself with a lot of empty desert around him. Unfortunately, Camm was no expert when it came to snakes, but he grasped the basic idea that they liked to hide in holes and under rocks.

The few spectators who watched the start drifted away to go about their business. There wasn't much to see in this kind of tournament until the snakes were brought in. Or if you made it your business to ride out into the desert and try to watch the gunslingers at work.

Among those spectators at the start were Farah and Lewis A'bool. "Didn't Cameron look good?" Farah said.

"He always looks good," agreed her brother.
Camm walked in the desert over turning rocks. As soon as he found a snake he'd jump back and shoot it. He had slim pickings as he said with a sigh looking at the soon to be setting sun, "Man, I don't know if I'll get enough."

A scream was heard as Camm turned to the east. Running to the east he felt himself sink into the loose sand sometimes, but still pulled himself up and got to a rise. He looked down to see three gun slingers screaming two men and Britina. The three were shooting snakes that seemed too aggressive.

Camm took aim as he fired a bullet at a snake that jumped at Britina. The snake was hit by the bullet as it was sprayed by a liquid. The liquid made the snake seize and snap about as it died with foam coming from it's mouth. Camm's acid spell bullet did it's job, but there were still too many of the snakes.

A scream came from behind Camm as he turned around to see Blind Mary swing her spear at him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Camm dived back as he hit the sand and took aim with his rifle. He pulled the trigger as the bullet flew out and made a bola go around the woman's throat. The woman choked as she dropped her gun spear and rose her hands to her neck. The snakes seemed to have stopped that were after the three gun slingers.

Blind Mary pulled the bola off as she coughed out and spat at the sand. Camm slid down as he got to the edge of the pit. He gave the butt of his gun to Britina who took it up. She began to climb out until the snakes came back to life. Blind Mary said as a shot was fired from her gun spear letting out a gold light, "Let the snakes have their meal!"

The sand collapsed under them all as Britina shouted to Camm with fear, "CAMM!"

The hole swallowed up the four as they landed in an underground cavern. Camm then listened as he fired his third bullet. The end of his rifle had a flame come out as his torch spell bullet let out a constant flame that would last him a few minutes. But, he was not prepared for what he saw as the flame's light illuminated the underground passage. Camm then said as he saw the sight of thousands of snakes, "Thousands of Snakes, why did it have to be thousands of snakes?"
"Wow! Britina said. "We could win for sure with all these snakes!"

"If we don't die first," Camm said. "What the hell is going on?"

"That Blind Mary is a psychopath," said one of the other gunslingers who fell into the pit with them. "She collects snakes like they were her children and then feeds humans to them."

"How can a snake even eat a human?" Camm asked. "We would never fit in their mouths."

"In pieces, dude, and three guesses who chops up the bodies."

"You're right," Camm said. "Mary is insane, but right now we have to get out of this mess."

"I've got a freeze gun," said the other gunslinger.

"Are you Ice Man Jack?" Britina asked.

"That's me!" Jack said. "I see my fame is spreading. Stand back. I can freeze all these snakes and then we can climb on the pile like it was a ladder, but climb quick. They won't stay frozen forever."

Ice Man Jack fired into the snakes and soon all of them were stiff as boards. Camm and Britina and Jack and the other gunslinger piled the snakes up and then scrambled up the pile.
As soon as Camm's hand was out Blind Mary said hearing the ground clamping hand, "How did they dodge my children?"

She swung her spear gun as she pulled the trigger firing a spark at the pit. The spark landed on the frozen retiles. The spark gave the venom ropes strength, enough to shatter the ice.

Ice Man Jack screamed as he fell back into the pit of snakes. Camm grabbed Britina's hand as he pulled her up and out. Ice Man Jack and the other gun slinger were bitten by so many snakes that the surviving pair knew that it was too late.

Britina reached for her waist as she pulled out her revolver. She said taking aim of Blind Mary, "You bitch! We could have died!"

Britina fired off a shot as Blind Mary deflected the bullet and spun her spear. With the spear now aimed at Britina, Blind Mary smiled as she pulled the trigger. A bullet flew out that transformed into a metal made snake ready to sink its teeth into her.

But, as the snake flew at Britina she said with a fury, "Turman!"

From her revolver's turtle shell made handle came a green aura. The aura formed around her and constructed into a turtle big enough to cover all of Britina. The metal snake hit the aura and slid down to the sand in pieces as Britina said with confidence and fury, "They call me Bulletproof Britina for a reason."
Meanwhile, Camm was steady firing his gun. He knew his venom bullets would be useless against Mary, who was almost a snake herself, but they still had impact power. If he could just shoot that spear, but it was a nearly impossible target to hit, especially with Mary constantly moving it around.

Then when Mary pointed the spear at Britina, the spear was still just long enough for Camm to get a good aim on it. His shot was too late to stop the spear from firing once, but Britina's turtle shield handled that. However, Camm's shot hit the spear before it could fire again. Maybe ithe spear was especially brittle right after it was fired and was still hot, but Camm's bullet shattered it.

Mary screamed in frustration. "Asshole!" and reached into her robe for her back up weapon but Britina's gun barked three times and Mary jerked three times as the slugs hit her. She stumbled backwards and fell over, kicked once, and lay still.

"Is she dead?" Camm asked.

"God, I hope so!" Britina said. "There are two dead gunslingers down in that pit of snakes. Mary deserves to die."

"But it disqualifies you from the tournament," Camm said. "Remember the rule about not killing another gunslinger?"

"I don't care, honey. You take all those snakes and win this thing. I'm rootin' for you."

"I'll split the prize with you," Camm said.

"Oh shit, I knew you were young, clean, and innocent. Can we go to bed together as soon as we get back?"

"Sounds good to me," Camm said. "Now, if you will excuse me, I've got a lot of snakes to bag."
Camm won the Sidewinder Tournament easily, thanks to the help from Blind Mary's cache of snakes. That evening he celebrated by taking Britina and Carrie out to the Golden Slipper.

"You ladies both look great!" Camm said.

"Lucky you," Carrie said, "with two women on his arms."

"And you're his cousin?" Britina asked. "She was still trying to wrap her head around that and figure out the relationship between Camm and Carrie ever since she found out they shared a hotel room."

"Yes, I am," Carrie said, "and his real cousin, too. I ain't no step-cousin. My mama and his mama were sisters. They lived together after their menfolk got shot and killed. Me and Camm practically grew up together. We used to take Saturday night baths together. Remember that, Camm?"

Camm remembered those Saturday nights very well. Even when they were little kids he had found something very exciting about his cousin's naked body.

"Uh oh!" Camm said.

"What is it?" asked Carrie.

"The next act is the Amazing A'bools. They're almost sure to spot me since our table is so close to the stage."

"Is that those gipsy twins that love you so much?"

"They aren't twins, just brother and sister."

"You've got quite a harem," Britina said. "Am I going to have to get into a fight to claim you?"

Camm held his hands up. "Hey! There is plenty enough of me for everybody."
Britina didn't believe him when said that, eventually there will be a dispute over who would get to date Camm on some day or who would get to sleep with him first if he lasted fewer times than there were partners in his bed.

But, it was not important for now. Now, was just a time to split the reward money and to have a fun night. She watched as the brother and sister sang. They had spotted Camm right away and began to sing about him. Britina found it cute that he tried to duck and hide for a bit only for his cousin to heft him up into a seating position again.

The Amazing A'Bools, Lewis and Farah, were excited to have Camm in the audience. "He looks better than ever!" Lewis whispered to Farah.

Camm tried to make himself invisible. He just knew as soon as the A'Bools finished their act they were going to come sit at his table, and really all he wanted tonight was a hot session with Britina. It would be their first time together and Camm wanted to make it special.

"Uh, let's go now," he said.

"Camm!" Carrie said. "We just got here! What's your big hurry?"

"You know dang well what my hurry is!" he whispered at her.

Britina noticed the whispering. "Problems?" she asked.

"It's nothing," Camm said. "I was just feeling a little under the weather and wanted to go outside but my cousin insisted I stay in here where the heat and noise is getting to me."

"Oh, poor baby!" Britina said. "Come on, I'll go outside with you. Carrie! Be nice to your cousin."

Carrie drummed the table with her fingers. "Right. be nice."

Camm walked outside with Britina who pulled herself to a chair. Camm was about to continue walking when he was pulled into her lap. Feeling her breasts on his back and her tongue lapping at his neck he heard her giggle, "So, you were afraid that if the A'bool's were going to surround us that I was going to be embarrassed about establishing the fact that I'm getting lucky tonight?"

Camm squirmed a tad at the feeling of her tongue dancing on his neck, "Just a little. I didn't want you to feel as if you were meaningless. I take our relationship very seriously."

Britina said into his ear as she bit the lobe after, "I'm a big girl, I can handle a little bit of fan service being displayed to you. What do you say we go back in and just enjoy the rest of the night. I'll make sure that I'm capable of sending it off with a bang. What do you say?"

Camm nodded with a blush, "Alright."
"That was quick," Carrie said. "I figured you two would be on your way back to the hotel."

"That comes later," said Britina with a wink. "He just needed a little encouragement. I don't think he is so fond of brother and sister singing acts."

Carrie laughed. "The A'bools! Uh oh. Here they come now."

"Camm, darling!" Farah said. "It is such a great joy to see you again! Right, Lewis?"

"Yes it is!" Lewis said. "You are always in our hearts, Camm. We have photos of you everywhere."

"It is almost like a shrine!" Farah said. "We worship you! Haha! Not really. I make joke. But almost not a joke, you know what I mean?"

"I almost never know what you mean," Camm said.

"Hahaha! Camm, you are so funny. Good-looking and funny! You are a very special man!"

Britina whispered to Carrie, "I'm beginning to see why they annoy him."
Lewis raised a hand as he said to the waiter for a drink. Camm took the opportunity to explain quietly, "I'm not annoyed by them. I honestly like them. They are supportive and cool. They just often come on strong around my other friends."

Carrie replied to the pair, "They are just not okay with all the bull shit of a relationship. They are up front about their feelings is all."

Lewis said as he was drinking his drink and slipping a foot from his shoe, "Congratulations on your tournament today, Camm."

His foot landed on his crotch where he proceeded to stroke him with a smile. Camm blushed a bit as he stiffed a tad and then scooted down some to let Lewis get a better stroke in. Lewis seemed to know just what to do to make Camm grow aroused. A smile grew on his face like a dandelion.

Britina looked at his face in confusion.
Then she looked from Camm to Lewis and back again and suddenly she understood. She reached under the table and pinched Lewis on the leg.

"Ouch!" Lewis said. "Who is the pinch bug?"

Britina smiled serenely. "Are there bugs in here? Maybe we should complain."

Carrie put her arm around Camm's neck and whispered in his ear. He laughed.

"What secrets does she tell you?" asked Farah. "It is not about me, is it?"

"No," Cam said. "She's just telling me the strange ideas she has about how we could all party together."

"Oooo, I like a good party! Will there be balloons and horns and other toys, Carrie?"

"That would be a good party," Carrie said, "but I was thinking we could just make our own fun. You know, doing what comes naturally."

"I know what she means," said Lewis. "We do the boom boom and the slippy slide."

"Lewis!" Farah said, and slapped him playfully on the arm.
Having a game plan made the five left their tip and paid for their drinks and food. The five walked through town until they got to a more discreet Inn. The Inn was known as The Canyon, a rather discreet Inn known for what goes on in the canyon stays in the canyon. A nice little privacy Inn where whatever you did there, no one would know about.

Camm signed a room as the cute Inn clerk giggled at the idea of two men going at it with the girls masturbating. She thought that Camm and Lewis were the show, but, she would not know unless they told her. She handed them their key after the room fee was given. The five went up two flights of stairs to get to their room. Once they got to their room, Farah was very impressed by the honey candles that made the room smell yummy. And the spread on the floor lilies made the room look sexy.

There were two beds, one was small and the other large. The group assumed that it was supposed be a bed for sex and a bed for sleeping. But, this was an unusual ground, so they moved the beds together. Lewis began to strip as Britina reached into the cup board to find something to make her body more delicious. Honey dust was present as she said smiling shaking the container, "Looks like this got a whole lot more interesting."
Soon all five were naked and on the bed. Of course, five is an odd number. Britina immediately grabbed Camm for herself, rolling on her back and pulling him on top of her. "OK, cowboy, show me what you can do."

Lewis and Farah looked at each other and then at Carrie. Carrie said, "Oh what the hell! Three way, anybody?"

Lewis entered her from behind while Farah licked her garden of delights until she was moaning and squirming and hardly noticed Lewis up her rear. Of course, it helped that his penis was not nearly as large as Camm's was. Not that Cam ever rear-ended her. He was too nice for that.

Britina let out some screams worthy of an opera singer as Camm brought her to the peak of ecstasy. Then she lay back exhausted, sweat on her brow. "You were even better than I thought you would be."

Farah tapped her shoulder. "If you are done with him then I too would like to experience this joy you seem to have felt if all that screaming was a sign of it."
Camm pulled out as his white wine poured from Brinta who moaned from not being able to drink it. His oak tree was still standing as he kissed Farah suddenly catching her by surprise. She closed her eyes after the initial contact and went into the kiss. Their tongue touched and went into each other's mouths like snakes slithering into a garden.

Farah's skin was like a desert, hot and absent of hair. Sweat rolled off her skin as she got hotter and reminded Camm of a desert storm. A rare occurrence when seeing Farah this way. Farah's pussy began to spring like a geyser. Camm slid his oak tree into her geyser as she moaned with happiness.

With a movement back and forth the pair began to speed up. Farah then said as she felt her release coming, "CAMM!"

Rarah's geyser erupted around Camm's oak tree making it timber. Camm panted out as he pulled from her and sat back in Britina's arms. Britina then said to him as Farah hit the bed twitching in pleasure, "Shall I regrow your oak?"
"I need to rest a moment," Camm panted.

"You can regrow my oak," Lewis said.

"That's more like a pecan tree," Britina said. Then she was sorry if she hurt Lewis's feelings. "And I do love pecans! Come her, big guy!"

Carrie lay naked on the bed looking at the ceiling and humming a little song.

"Carrie!" Farah said. "Come over here with me and Camm."

Carrie joined them and Farah took one of Carrie's breasts in her hand. "You have nice, boobs, Carrie," she said.

"So I've been told," Carrie replied. She squirmed with pleasure as Farah expertly manipulated her breast and tweaked the nipple. "Do both of them."

Farah obligingly put a hand on each of Carrie's breasts. Watching them, Camm felt his wood getting hard again.

Carrie smiled as she saw Camm's oak revive as she felt her water fall begin to burst instead of trinkle. Lewis now done with Britina who laid back taking in big lung fulls of air said, "Damn, pecan can move."

Lewis replied to her, "It's not how big the spade is, it's how you dig the garden bed."

Lewis then went over to Camm as he grabbed both his hips. Camm looked back as Lewis as he nodded bringing a smile to his lips. Lewis stuck out his tongue as he went for Camm's canyon. Licking the canyon and grasping his penis from below Lewis began to play Camm like a trombone. Camm moaned as he felt his oak be sanded by Lewis and his eyes twitched with pleasure from the rain his canyon felt.

Carrie then said as she moved up to Camm, "Please, my garden needs to be rained on."

Camm moved his mouth up as he strained himself a little. His tongue started with the garden's stone making Carrie scream. He then went for the borders of he garden and then sent his tongue inside the garden. He let his rain pour down and inside Carrie's garden. But, had a hard time focusing with Lewis sanding him.

Finally the two broke as liquid hit the sheets. Sweat poured off their bodies as sleep began to take them. One by one into the bosom of slumber.
When Camm woke up the next morning, Lewis and Farah were gone and Carrie and Britina were standing near the door and talking quietly.

"Did the oak tree have a good sleep?" Britina asked.

"I sure did," Camm said, "and now I'm ready to shake my acorns again."

"Well, we're ready to go eat some breakfast," Britina said. "You coming with us?"

"Can you wait while I shower and dress?"

"Do it. We'll be outside walking around. It's a beautiful morning."

The two women breathed deeply of the crisp morning air.

"What's your next tournament?" Britina asked.

"We haven't decided yet. The Old Timers Tournament in Jackson looks interesting. I hear the prize will be really big, and in pieces of gold! But then there is also that tournament in Moe's Meadow. It's a new one but the challenge is unusual. I think Camm is tempted to try it."

Britina nodded. "I didn't hear about the Moe's Meadow Tournament. What do you mean by the challenge is unusual?"

Carrie explained to Britina as they heard the Inn's community shower pour down, "It's a dead man tournament."

Britina looked down a little sad as she replied to Carrie, "Yeah, I've been in two or three of those. Big paying tournaments where gun slingers compete in terminating a criminal who is released in a ghost town with a weapon of choice. An almost game kind of execution."

Carrie nodded as she replied after the explaination, "Yup, some serial killer requested to be taken out this way. The Rails Hangman, a serial killer who hanged his victims by the postal arm. Several trains picked up dead people instead of mail during his reign. He'll probably request rope, he was known to only kill his victims with rope."

Britina then replied to Carrie as Camm came out dressed, "So, has he ever killed anyone?"

Carrie nodded as she replied quietly, "Yeah, he's killed before. Never for money or competition, but he's killed before."
Britina grinned at Camm. "Hi, Big Stuff. Carrie was telling me about the dead man tournament at Moe's Meadow. Are you going to enter?"

"Yep," Cam said, "but just for one reason. One of the people the Rails Hangman killed was somebody I knew."

"A close friend?" Britina asked.

"Not real close, but close enough that I will feel good about killing the sorry son of a bitch that did him in."

"So you prefer revenge over a bag full of gold."

"There's a prize at Moe's Meadow," Camm said. "It may not be no bag full of gold, but I probably have a better chance of winning it. You know the competition is going to be fierce at The Old Timers Tournament wit that big a prize."

"Well, I'll be part of it," Britina said. "I wouldn't mind laying my hands on that much gold."

Camm bowed. "And I wish you good luck, my lady. You were sure lucky for me at the Sidewinder Tournament. I hope I can give you some luck for this one."

"Good luck yourself at Moe's Meadow," Britina said. "I guess we'll be parting ways today, then. It's been fun."

"Sure has," Camm said, "and let's pray we meet again soon."

"What about the Amazing A'bools?" Britina asked.

"They have a few more shows scheduled here", Carrie said, "then they are off to some other city. Camm and I are leaving today for Moe's Meadow. It's not that far, but we want to take it nice and slow and enjoy the trip. I'm taking my horse and we're going to rent two more, one for Camm and one for our belongings."
Camm was on his horse nearly falling asleep as Carrie rode up beside him giving his rear a smack. Laughing as he woke up and startled his horse she felt so much joy. She smiled as his horse went on a gallop and nearly tossed Camm off it. The black mane whipped around smacking Camm's face as he tried to spit out fibers of hair from his mouth. Looking at her grin as she tried to bite back a laugh Camm said to her, "C4, what is wrong with you?"

Carrie laughed some more as she said to him with a smile, "Nothing, nothing is wrong with me. But, next time you nearly fall asleep here, you'll be in the sand with the snakes."

Camm straightened up as he then said taking the reins, "Well, nothing get the blood flowing like a little race."

Carrie replied to him thumbing at the third horse, "I'm guiding the beast of burden. No racing."
"What do you think of Britina?" Camm asked.

"Britina?" Carrie thought for a moment. "I like her. I think she'd be happier with a permanent man."

"Now why the heck do you say that? You don't have a permanent man and you're pretty happy."

Carrie smiled. "But in a way I do, Camm, since you and I are always traveling together."

"It's not the same thing and you know it. No telling what woman I will be off with. But I think Britina likes that lifestyle too. She doesn't want a permanent man. No husband for her."

Carrie looked off into the distance. "Sometimes a woman doesn't exactly know what she wants... or needs. You asked me about Britina and I gave you my opinion."

"Fair enough," Camm said.

"Camm," Carrie said.

"What?"

"There's somebody riding toward us."

Camm looked where Carrie had been looking and saw the small silhouette of a horse and rider moving across the wide landscape in their direction.
In the distance was Jesse Brown he saw three horses with two riders. He turned his horse to the east as he saw the train tracks. Not wanting to be caught by the dangerous group that was combing the Rail Lands, Jesse decided to take the train instead. He said looking back at the horses and riders that were soon blocked by blowing sand, "Better to avoid murderers than saving a few bucks from a train ride."

Camm saw that the rider was heading for the train tracks as he said to Carrie relieved, "So, I guess they were just getting to a train station."

Carrie nodded as she replied to him, "Alright, let's continue."
They reached Moe's Meadow without further incident. It was a small place and there were more people interested in the Dead Man Tournament than might be expected considering the small prize, but maybe they just relished the excitement of killing someone.

However, because of the crowd, Camm and Carrie were unable to find a room, so they decided to camp in the woods not far from the tournament. They found a good spot near a stream, then went back into the little town to buy some food. There was only one store and it didn't have much left, but they bought what they could.

At the campsite they built a small fire and cooked potatoes and beans.

"There is going to be some hungry people in Moe's Meadow in a few days," Camm said. "That little store is about out."

"Surely someone is bringing in more supplies," Carrie said.

"Let's hope so. You think it will rain tonight?"

Carrie sniffed the air. "Not in my opinion."
Camm fired bullets at bean cans that lined a wooden fence. The cans flew off as Camm smiled and put his rifle on his back. He walked off as he saw Carrie was cooking some meat over a fire. Camm asked her as she had the potatoes already done, "Where did you get that meat?"

Carrie replied as she cut into the meat to see it was cooked, "Rabbit traps that I set up after you slept. Got us, four good ones to have with potatoes."

Camm made himself a plate as he began to eat and hummed at the nice flavors. The rabbit was rather tame for game, but it was better than eating something that was poisoned with infection or venom. He consumed it with a smile as he then said to Carrie, "Thanks."

Carrie blushed as she wiped some of the meat off his cheek with a napkin. Camm blushed as he finished his rabbit and potatoes. Camm then said as he stood up and began to put away his tent, "So, the tournament is in a few days. Want to have a date at that little shack called, "Moe's Meats"? It looked like some kind of restaurant."

Carrie replied to him with a grin, "Sure, if you don't mind me buying a new dress for the occasion. I need to visit the tailor to repair a few clothes anyways, might as well pick up something new."
"Good luck finding anything with this crowd emptying the stores," Camm said.

"I usually have good luck," Carrie said.

In town there was a lot of drinking and partying going on. Camm thought the gunslingers getting drunk were going to put themselves at a disadvantage when they tried to do the tournament with a hangover.

As Camm and Carrie were walking by the Golden Eagle Saloon, a saloon girl yelled at Camm. "Hey, cowboy! How about buying me a drink?"

Camm looped his arm in Carrie's arm. "Sorry, miss, but I already have a date."

"I wasn't talking 'bout no date, you big galoot!" Then she turned her loud voice on someone else and said the exact same thing she said to Camm: "Hey, cowboy! How about buying me a drink?"

"That place stinks," Carrie said.

"Does look pretty low class, don't it?" Camm said. "Where's this clothes shop you were talking about?"
Carrie was getting measured by the tailor as Camm sat with a blush on his chair. He was in the middle of a small shop being looked at by the different girls inside. Their judging eyes making him feel uncomfortable. Carrie said to Camm making him blush more, "Oh, Camm, why don't you stop looking at your cousin with those pervy eyes?"

One of the older women whispered to the other, "I can't believe that man. His own cousin, not even a distant relative."

The other woman replied to the woman gossip, "She could be his third or fourth cousin."

Carrie heard this as she smiled saying, "I can't believe our moms are sisters, geez. You need to treat me like a lady."

Camm sat deeper into the chair as he pulled his collar up around his face as if trying to hide. Carrie could only imagine what her cousin/lover was doing. And the thoughts were making her smile even more.
"What do you think?" Carrie asked as she twirled around in a skirt. The seams weren't permanently stitched yet, just stitched enough for a fitting.

"I like it," Camm said.

"Oh, you would say you liked whatever I wore," Carrie said. She turned to one of the women in the store. "What do you think?"

"I think with a figure like yours it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always going to look good."

They all laughed at that and Camm felt proud to have a cousin who was so attractive, even if she did have a mighty smart mouth on her sometimes.
Camm watched Carrie from behind in her new blue dress that was made from velvet and was sewn with a red flame's design. Each flame linked to an explosion of red and yellow string. The explosions linked to other flames which linked to more explosions. The dress perfectly explained Carrie's healthy love interest and obsession with fire. Camm remembered all the times growing up that Carrie said that her husband would be fire itself. It still brought a small smile to Camm's face thinking about it.

Carrie looked fantastic as they got to the restaurant. Her long sleeves went down to the mid forearm and the shoulders were glossy with silk string being used on it's flames instead of regular string. That was the most expensive part of the dress, but well worth every penny. The beads that made up a fire between her bosom were the second most expensive and were shining in the candle light. Making Camm look at her perky bosom which was really complimented by the dress's design. This made Carrie smile as she had chosen the beads position perfectly, wanting Camm to look at her. This would be both for fun and pleasure, the fun of constantly telling him her eyes were on her face and the pleasure of knowing that Camm would always be looking at her and not at other women she didn't approve of. Life was great.
Camm was looking at her so much that evening that Carrie halfway thought he might hit on her when they got back to the room, but she knew he wouldn't. Camm had a policy of no sex in the days right before a tournament. He believed it took the edge off his reflexes and made him less alert.

"You ready for the tournament?" she asked him.

"I think so," he said. "I'd like to get in some shooting practice tomorrow and I think we ought to ride over the territory so it will be familiar to me."

"I would enjoy that," Carrie said, also enjoying the way his eyes kept roving over her.

He smiled at her. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Why Camm, honey!" she said. "I know you can't be seduced right before a tournament!"

"I know you know and that's what makes it a big challenge for you." He was grinning, just teasing her about it.
Camm fired at some cans as he got in his final round of practice. He put new bullets from a bag that he bought into his belt. He went towards ghost town that was near Moe's Meadow, Lynx Canyon. A small town that was in a canyon where they had dug for silver before it was all gone.

The Rail's Hangman had selected a noose as his weapon and looked while on the cart at all the gun slingers. Twenty gun slingers were out in force ready to end him. Or ready to be hanged by his hand. He had a long black beard and a yellowish tanned skin. His squinty brown eyes looked on with happiness as he stretched his rope taught. He then leaped down from the cart with a grin walking forward.

The first gun slinger fired off her revolver as the hangman ran for cover. He ran around the first few gun slingers. The rest moved to search where he would have escaped to.

The Rail's Hangman got behind a gun slinger as he let the hoop of his noose drop around their neck. A gasp was heard from the gun slinger as he was then cut off from the air. A freshly strangled corpse hit the ground as the Hangman smiled.
Word passed rapidly among the gunslingers that the Hangman had already claimed a victim.

"Son of a bitch!" said Barney Oldfield, a gunslinger from a town just up the road from Moe's Meadow. "Who was it?"

"It was that city slicker from Philadelphia!" he was told. "He didn't know nothing about the woods. Dang fool should have never entered this tournament."

Barney resolved to be more careful.

Camm took the news of the gunslinger's death without much alarm. To him it was one less competitor to worry about. With this many gunslingers roaming around, it was going to be difficult to be the first one to find the Rail's Hangman and get him.
Camm laid on top of the roof of an old manicure and pedicure joint. He had his gun aimed on an alleyway that the hangman was reported to have walked into a little while ago. He stayed focused on it until he heard a creak.

Eyes wide with panic he rolled to the left pulling his rifle's trigger shooting a round out. A fist punched where he used to be as he saw the hangman. He pulled the hammer rotating the revolver piece one bullet spot. He then shouted as a blue aura came around him in the shape of a wolf, "WARG!"

Pulling the trigger the bullet flew out as the wolf was consumed into the gun barrel. And exited around the bullet as the wolf bit down on the hangman's bicep. The bullet grazed, but the bite was forceful and had the force of a real wolf. Summoning blood from many scars left on his body.

Camm stood up as quickly as he could only for the rope's noose to wrap around his foot. With a pull Camm's ankle was broke as he fell off the roof disarming the hangman of his weapon. Camm hit the dirt was he groaned feeling the pain in his leg.
Camm sat up in time to see the Hangman leap off the roof. Camm brought his rifle up to fire at the Hangman but he was too slow, probably still groggy from the fall, and the Hangman kicked the rifle out of Camm's hands then grabbed the noose and snatched it off of Camm's ankle.

Camm groaned with pain as the noose was yanked off the broken ankle. He crawled toward his rifle but the Hangman flipped his noose around Camm's neck.

Camm couldn't believe his life would end this way. In fact, he had never considered that his life would end at all. He was very confident in his own survival. Now he realized he was overconfident, but it was too late to try to be more careful. If he didn't do something soon he would die.
Just as he was about to have the noose tightened around his neck Camm closed his eyes to try and remember all the good things. Bang! Camm opened his eyes to never feel the tightening of the noose. He looked back to see that the Rails Hangman was dead.

Camm pulled the noose off his neck as he wrapped his hand around his neck panting. Pounds were felt and heard as he just stared at the body. He realized that his own pulse was the source of the pounding and he tried to slow his breathing to calm himself.

Camm heard how some gun slinger named Carla Mosely had won the tournament. He was glad for her and glad the hangman died. But, he couldn't help but feel that he could have met his end today.

As Camm got to the camp site he noticed that Carrie was making dinner. He sat down and put his rifle down as well. He began to eat some of the soup quietly.
"Too bad," Carrie said. "I was hoping you would win."

"It's worse than you think," Camm said. "I almost died out there." He told her how the Rails Hangman had got the drop on him and was seconds away from ending his life.

"You knew it was dangerous," Carrie said.

"Not in my heart, I didn't. I never imagined I could get killed. Now I know I can."

"What are you saying? That you're turning chicken?"

"No, of course not!" Camm said. "But I can see I have to put a lot more thought into what I'm doing. Before I thought, oh well, make a mistake and just lose the tournament, but now I know I can make a mistake and lose my life."

"Let's talk about something more cheerful," Carrie said.

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