This choice: Go to town to find the miner. • Go Back...Chapter #4Go to town to find the miner. by: Henri J   "But why would Ol' Deadeye Miggy lie?" the girl mumbles as she scampers away to help her mother, "yeah he's an old mean miner but what does he gain from lying, hmph daddy will never believe anything that he says."
"Hmm Ol' Deadeye Miggy huh?" Betty ponders for a second, "why have I never heard that name before, maybe he just came into town"." Old fool, there hasn't been anything worth finding in this town for years, but if he has more information on those damn Rattlesnakes then I better go introduce myself", and with that Betty slips off into the night looking for Ol' Deadeye.
***Days later***
After a few days search for Ol' Deadeye, Betty had used every bit of skill she had to scrounge up any info she could to find him but now standing outside an old abandoned mineshaft she was confident that this is where she would find her target.
"Hello, anyone down there," she shouts down the shaft her voice echoing off the silent walls.
"What do you want?" Betty turns to come face to face with an old man and the barrel of his pistol.
"Ol' Deadeye Miggy, I presume," Sizing up the old man, Betty smile betrays the severity of the situation. Perhaps due to the fact the man before her seemed for likely on his way to face the Grim Reaper than her, Betty pushes the gun out of her face, "you're a pretty difficult man to find, y'know that?"
"Yeah well its not like I'm expecting nay visitors", Miggy starts, cocking his gun as he speaks, tightening his grip on the trigger, "not like visitors around here are any friendly, now back to my question, What. Do. You. Want?"
"Ok old man, i heard you had information about the whereabouts of the Rattlesnakes, it's in your-"
"The Rattlesnakes? What business do you have with them?" clearly taken back by the brazen woman in front of him, "you have some kind of Deathwish or something?"
"No quite the opposite, I have unfinished business with that bitch Cutthroat Catherine," the fire in Betty's eyes now burning out her skull, "she took everything from me, the ungrateful bitch has hell coming for her and I ought not delay that any further".
"Cutthroat Catherine? Took everything from you? Ma'am the Rattlesnakes had been bleeding these parts dry for years, surely you'll reconsider and cut your losses?"
*Silence as the two stared at each other*
*Silence*
*More Silence as Betty began to ponder the old miner's words, so driven by revenge she hadn't thought about what could possibly come if she did find her old gang. Would they run? Would they fight? Would this led to the second time that bitch Catherine got the better of her? The firs that once burned in her heart for vengeance now began to fire up in her buttcrack, the memories of the humiliating defeat she felt now bringing a phantom pain that made her wanted to shove a hand in her pants to ensure her underwear hadn't begun to creep any deeper between her plump cheeks. No she needed this, if not to redeem herself but to prove to everyone that she was still the dangerous woman that she was, that she always have been!
"Well any other woman would cut their losses, but for Betty the Red, the downfall of the Rattlesnakes is all i'm after!" Betty proclaims feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time, Pride.
"Well miss, I can't stop yo- wait a minute did you say Betty the Red?" the old miner showing emotion for the first time since the standoff began.
"Ha," pride building in the bandit," yes the woman before you is none other than the infamous Betty the -"
Betty stopped at the weird sound coming from the old miner, a sound that resembled ...laughter?
"Hahaa you mean Betty the PINK," Miggy roared with laughter as if the bandit in front of him was giving her best standup routine, "with all due respect Miss Betty after your last run in with the Rattlesnakes do you REALLY want to go back and face them?"
Laughter is seen as the best medicine of all, but for Betty it was the greatest thorn. She no longer heard the old wheezy laugh of Ol' Deadeye Miggy but the laughter of Cutthroat Catherine as she snapped the waistband of her tortured pink panties over her face.. the laughter of her former gang as one by one they all gave their former leader a sharp spank to her ass leaving her to wander the desert in that damned "atomic wedgie"...the laughter of the bounty hunters who found her and thought it was "so gracious" of them to tie the back of her legholes to the saddle dragging her back in town... the laughter of the townfolks who came to see the infamous betty the Red finally get justice... the laughter of the Sheriff who delivered a blistering spanking to her already sore ass as part of her sentence... even the laughter of every cellmate in jail who wanted to recreate her worst defeat....laughter all she heard was laughter...no more.
"Maybe you can go by Betty the White instead or maybe Betty the Baby Blue," the last insult snapped her back, maybe due to the fact she was actually wearing baby blue panties, but what snapped in her also was an untapped well of rage.
"Or maybe I can regain Betty the Red by spilling your blood," she roared now drawing her pistol to the old miner's head.
"Ok ok just a little joking, sheesh don't get your underwear in a bunch".
Yeah not the best choice of words as the Betty is now seething with rage, pressing the gun to his temple, "you will tell me where to find the Rattlesnakes now or you won't have a brain to think with."
"Fine, last I heard they were traveling east towards the Rio Grande, there's a couple of towns on the way they maybe be in but I would , if I didn't mind dying , would just go straight o the river and wait for them there."
Feeling victorious that her persistence paid off, she holstered her gun and started off, "thank you now was that so hard", and with that she was off.
Betty couldn't shake a feeling that the old miner looked familiar and if she wasn't in a rush to get revenge she would have ponder more about his face, little did she know there paths had crossed before. Years ago while she was the leader of the Rattlesnakes, one of their "visits" brought them to a neighboring town and after a night of drinking to celebrate ill-gotten their gains, they came a cross a middle-aged traveler, Miguel Cantarias. New to the area, he hadn't heard about the exploits of the Rattlesnakes nor their leader Betty the Red, so when the man smitten by Betty's appearance made the daring and quite frankly stupid decision to hit on her, they made sure he paid the price. The next morning he was found stripped of his clothes straddling a cactus with a brand mark on his right buttcheek in the shape of a snake (a then calling card of the Rattlesnakes). In was then he vowed his own revenge on the woman, who not only spurred him but left him broken and embarrassed, Betty the Red.
Watching her off to the distance, Miggy gives one last look at her plump ass bouncing away, "Espero que la próxima vez te partan en media perra (I hope next time they split you in a half bitch)."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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