The two brothers rode into town from the south approach and stuck to the back alleys to avoid the thoroughfare. Pulling up near Wu's, the two dismounted and tethered their horses, then headed off in opposite directions.
"Wait a minute, Grady!" Cyrus said, grabbing his brother's arm. "Where are you going?"
"To the Gem," Grady answered with a smirk. "I'm in need of a piece of pussy."
"No, no, you can't," Cyrus said. "Phillip's orders were clear. Get what we came for and no diversions, especially for cunt."
"Fuck Phillip and fuck his fucking orders," Grady said. "The nights are getting colder and so are my balls. I aim to warm them in a woman's cunt."
"Grady, come on," Cyrus said. "If Phillip finds out…"
"How's he gonna find out, little brother?" the taller man asked. "You gonna fucking tell him?"
"No," Cyrus answered with a frown.
"Good," Grady said. "Then all is well. Now, you go play that cocksucker Phillip's errand boy and by the time you're done fetchin', I'll be done fuckin'."
With that, Grady turned and headed for the back entrance of the Gem. Cyrus watched his brother for a moment, then rushed off to quickly gather the supplies they needed.
Natalia was just returning from the bank when she spotted two familiar figures riding down the thoroughfare. A wide grin broke out on her face. Her men had finally returned safe.
Both Nicky and Rafe were dusty and travel worn, but other than the strain of exhaustion around her fiancé's eyes, he looked well. Rafe looked even better. She could see he had put on a few pounds and all that was muscle. The two stopped their horses near where she stood waiting and then they dismounted.
"Miss Rivera," Nicky said, lifting his hat.
"Mr. Aitoro," she said unable to contain the smile on her face. "I am overjoyed at your return." She turned to her son. "Rafael, you look well."
"Thank you, Mama," he said, leaning down to kiss her, his scraggly beard tickling his face. Natalia wondered when he had grown taller than her. "It's so good to be home. You are looking fine as well."
"I agree with the boy," Nicky said, looking at her. "I don't recognize this gown."
"Much has happened since you left," she said. "I will explain. Perhaps the three of us can rendezvous at Company for supper this evening?"
Nicky nodded and handed his reins to Rafe. "I'd be much obliged if you could drop our things off at the house and then take care of the horses, son."
"Of course, Father," Rafe answered, mounting his horse. "I'll see you later, Mama."
Together, they watched him ride toward the residential area. "Things went well with him?" she asked.
"Extremely," he answered. "He's a good boy, Natalia and he will make a fine man. I hope you are as proud of him as I am."
"I am," she agreed. "And well pleased he conducted himself well. So I can assume your business was successful?"
"It was," he said. "I urgently need to speak with Olivia to advise her of the results of my meeting with the commissioner on her behalf and what she can expect when he arrives to speak with her."
"I am heading to the Beacon myself," she said and added flirtatiously, "You are permitted to accompany me there, Nicky."
He smiled and held out an arm for her to take. "It would be my pleasure, my dear."
As they walked leisurely toward the hotel, he asked, "So, Natalia, how does it come about that you are so finely dressed in that pretty dress rather than the chambermaid's uniform, which, I wish to stress, you always seem to make so flattering."
"You're the flatterer, Nicky," she said with a laugh. "To answer your question, the short of it is that Olivia promoted me to her personal assistant."
"Indeed?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "That is…surprising."
"I thought so as well," she said with a wry grin. "I suspect her motive was to keep a closer eye on me, but it turns out I seem to be rather good at the job."
"Such news surprises me not one bit, my dear," Nicky said. "On our way through Sturgis, I saw someone taking down an advertisement for a set of presentations at the Beacon given by Mark Twain. Was that your work?"
"It was," she admitted proudly. "Although I fear the good author's opinion of our town might have been tarnished thanks to the underhanded machinations of Alan Spaulding."
"Oh?" he asked and Natalia could see anger mixed with concern on his face.
Briefly, she told him about Clemens's visit and how, despite Alan's efforts, the author had been cleared of all charges. "Mr. Clemens was very gracious about it, even jocular, but both Olivia and I were embarrassed."
"I am deeply sorry, Natalia," he said as they finally reached the hotel.
"You are not responsible for your father's or your brother's actions, Nicky," she said.
"Still, I regret the trouble they both have caused," he said, his eyes dark.
"In any case, overall the event was a great success and it was an honor and pleasure to make the famous author's acquaintance," she said.
"I am very pleased our absence did not cause you any undue stress, my dear," he said and then took her hands in his. "Natalia, after my business with Olivia is done today, I would like your leave to speak with the Reverend Lewis," he said.
"Oh?" she asked, her heart giving a thump. "What shall you speak of with the good reverend?" She boldly smoothed a finger along his mustache.
"Now that our son and I have returned, it would greatly please me if we could do what we should have done long ago and that is join together in holy matrimony," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Perhaps three days hence would suit you?"
"Three days?" she asked, her heart now racing. "But what of your divorce?"
Nicky's eyebrows furrowed. "Didn't you get the package from Utter's man Lindstrom?"
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I just dined with Mr. Utter a few days ago and he never mentioned any such package."
"How odd," he said, his head tilting to the side. "Rafe and I encountered Lindstrom on the way to Yankton and bid him to deliver the package with the divorce papers to you at Company or the Beacon. You should have received it weeks ago."
"No," she said shaking her head. "Although, I suspect if Mr. Lindstrom attempted to contact me at the Beacon, he may have been circumvented by someone else."
"You think he gave the package to Olivia?" he asked, his face troubled.
She nodded. "I find it likely," she said. "Olivia has not disguised her intent of having you for her own, neither your will nor mine posing any hindrance to that motive."
Nicky shook his head. "I don't believe that, Natalia," he said. "I made it quite clear to Olivia before I left that my commitment in assisting her in protecting little Emma is in no way influenced, and certainly not dependent upon, her and I entering into a more intimate union other than the one we currently share as friends."
"Be that as it may, Nicky," she said, "Olivia has repeatedly proven that once she has set her mind toward a specific goal, she will do everything she can to attain it. She wants you and she won't scruple against any act to get you."
Nicky moved closer to her and lowered his voice. "I have made it quite clear that I intend to marry you and after what happened with Harley, I shall remain faithful to you no matter how diligent Olivia intends to pursue me," he said.
"I have spent a lot of time with Olivia in the past few weeks," Natalia said. "She is intelligent, beautiful and, when it comes to protecting those she cares about, utterly ruthless in how she goes about it. In her mind, the best way of keeping Emma from the Spauldings is to get you into her bed."
Nicky chuckled. "I also know Olivia, my dear," he said and Natalia felt a stab of anger at his condescension. "And believe me when I say I am neither rich enough nor powerful enough for her tastes."
"Be that as it may, Nicky, you are the most powerful lawman in the territory with influence in Yankton and Washington," Natalia said firmly. Your mandate to bring Phillip to justice and oppose Alan in his maneuverings is stronger than that of Sheriff Bullock's. In addition, you are a Spaulding yourself, and while your influence with Alan is not as firm, you are still his son and as such, in Olivia's mind, all of which adds up to a lot of force. That makes you a very attractive ally in the battle she's engaged in." Natalia paused and chuckled. "If you were not Rafe's father and my fiancé, I would be very impressed with her logic."
Nicky was silent for a few moments. "This is all speculation, Natalia," he finally said. "We don't know for sure that Olivia intercepted the divorce papers."
"Even if she didn't, she still wants you, Nicky," she pointed out.
"Well, she can't have me," he said with a laugh. "And in three days' time, we will belong to only each other."
Natalia looked at him and then nodded. "Very well," she said. "Let's go see if we can find those missing papers."
She turned and quickly walked toward the entrance, causing the doorman to scramble to open the door for her. Natalia didn't give the man a passing glance as she strode inside, intent on proving to her fiancé that Olivia Spencer had not given up her quest to possess him for herself.
The door to her office slammed open and Natalia, her eyes flashing angrily, strode into the room.
"So I take it the business at the bank didn't go well?" Olivia drawled as she leaned back in her chair.
Before Natalia could reply, Gus Aitoro entered the room. Olivia stood up. "Gus," she purred, ignoring Natalia. "How lovely to see you."
"Olivia," he said, a small smile playing across his otherwise stern mouth.
Olivia had a moment to enjoy looking at him before Natalia demanded, "Where is it?"
With an inward sigh, Olivia turned her gaze from Gus to Natalia. The dark haired woman was breathing heavily as if she had run here. Olivia decided she liked the flushed look on her assistant's face. "Where is what?" she asked.
"The package with Gus's divorce papers," Natalia said.
Olivia tapped her chin with a finger. "Package?"
"Stop playing," Natalia said, angrily. "Where is it?"
Gus stepped forward. "Olivia, a few weeks ago, I asked one of Charlie's drivers to bring a package to Natalia. She never received it. Do you know anything about it?"
"Hmm," Olivia said, enjoying Natalia's reactions and Gus's cluelessness. "When was this again?" she directed to Gus.
He sighed. "Olivia, please."
"Hmm," she said again. "You know, I do seem to remember meeting some huge hooplehead in the street one day."
"Lindstrom," Gus prompted.
"Yes," she nodded. "Oh that's right, I remember now. He did give me a package." She turned to Natalia. "I left it on your desk."
"No, you didn't," Natalia said as she shook her head.
"I most certainly did," she said.
"You know I'm very careful about what you put on my desk," Natalia said.
Inwardly Olivia admitted that was true. "There are always exceptions to the rule, Natalia," she said.
"I never received the package, Olivia," Natalia said moving closer. "What did you do with it?"
"I put it on your desk," Olivia said, enunciating carefully. "It's not my fucking fault you didn't receive it."
"Where is it, Olivia?"
"I said, I don't know," she spat as she felt the heat radiating from her assistant.
"Come on, Natalia," Gus said, moving closer to them as if he feared they would come to blows. "If Olivia said she left the package on your desk, then she did."
"Oh, and you believe her?" Natalia asked angrily, turning to him.
"Well, why shouldn't we believe her?"
"Maybe because she's a lying bitch?" Natalia said and Olivia fought an urge to laugh.
"Natalia," Gus admonished with shock on his face. "Don't speak to your employer that way."
"No, no, it's all right, Gus," Olivia said, holding up a hand. "Natalia and I have an agreement to keep our personal and professional lives separate."
"Well…good," Gus said. "But still, Natalia, show some respect. There is no proof that what Olivia claims isn't true."
"Except she thinks by stealing the divorce papers, she'll stop us from marrying so she can have you for herself," Natalia said. "But guess what, Olivia? It doesn't matter, because we don't need those papers to get married. They're only a copy of the originals filed in Yankton. Isn't that right, Nicky?"
Olivia looked at Gus, who looked surprised at Natalia's acumen. "Yes, that's true," he said with a nod. "I can request a copy of them anytime, but we don't need to have them present for our union to be legal."
Natalia gave her a triumphant look. "So you see, Olivia," she said. "You wasted your time for nothing." She turned to Gus. "You'll speak with Reverend Lewis today?"
He nodded. "It's on my agenda of things to do today, yes," he answered.
"Thank you." Natalia turned back to Olivia. "I was going to send you an invitation, but I think I've changed my mind."
"Natalia," Gus chided again.
"I've got to get back to work," Natalia said. "I'll see you this evening, Nicky."
"All right," he said and they both watched Natalia leave.
She turned to Gus. "Are you really sure you want to marry a harpy like that, Gus?"
"Don't you start now, Olivia," Gus said with a sigh.
"I'm just saying," she said. "A woman like that will nag you the rest of your life. You deserve better."
"You mean, I deserve you," he said, a smile playing across his lips.
Olivia smiled and moved closer. "I have so much to offer you, Gus," she said and before he had a chance to react, she pulled his face down to hers. His lips were wind and sun chapped, his whiskers scratchy against her smooth skin and the aroma of road dust, sweat and horseflesh surrounded them both, but when she felt him begin to return her kiss, her body exploded in arousal.
Gus wrapped his arms tighter around Olivia and backed her up until she was pressed against her desk. Olivia reached behind her and pushed the items aside, hearing them crash against the floor. The small part of her mind not filled with lust wondered if the noise would cause her assistant to investigate and at the thought of Natalia seeing them like this, her desire shot up to the heavens.
She used one hand to boost herself to the desk as Gus continued to ravage her mouth. She kept the other hand clenched tightly around Gus's neck, but let go to pull up her skirt, bustle and petticoat, then she pulled him close until she could feel his hardness against her with only the barrier of his trousers and her drawers between them. As she fumbled with his buttons, she wished she had known he was returning to town today so she could have left them off. No matter, she thought. Gus was a strong man, she was sure he could easily tear them off.
As Olivia reached into his trousers to touch him, he suddenly pulled away.
"No," he croaked, the hunger in his voice exciting Olivia even more. He moved to the other side of the room.
Olivia hopped off the desk and sauntered over to him. "Oh, I'm certain you mean yes," she purred and reached for him again.
He backed up even further and put up a hand to ward her off. "No," he said again, his face pained. "Stay away."
"Gus, Gus, Gus," she said smiling and shaking her head. "You want me. I know you do. Now come and take me."
"No."
"I'm getting fucking tired of that word, Gus Aitoro," she said. By this time she had him backed into the corner. "Why bother resisting me, Gus? No man can, you know. Here, let me show you." With sure fingers, she began to unfasten her dress, each button springing open to reveal her creamy white bosom, her cleavage enhanced by the silky black corset wrapped tightly around her torso.
"Oh god," Gus whispered. "I can't Olivia. I belong to someone else."
"You belong to me, Gus," she said. "I've staked my claim and it's time for both of us to reap the rewards." Olivia shrugged out of her dress and untied her bustle and petticoat, allowing the voluminous fabric to fall to the floor as she stopped closer to Gus. "So what do you want, Gus?" she asked. "Do you want to fuck me? Or do you want me to suck your cock? Hmm? Shall I wrap my lips around your prick? Is that what you want, Gus?"
Gus was silent as Olivia's hand continued to work the stays on her corset until finally her bountiful breasts sprang free. "I'm sure Saint Natalia wouldn't even think about doing something so sinfully dirty like suck cock, would she, Gus?" Olivia's breath caught in excitement as she imagined watching Natalia's full, wet lips doing wicked things to Gus's strong body.
"That's enough," he said firmly and gently pushed her aside as he walked to the door. "I'm sorry Olivia, but it's not going to happen."
"Gus…" she began, but he cut her off.
"No, I said!" he barked with a tone she had never heard before. "Now listen to me carefully. Commissioner Hugo Jarry will be here soon, probably within the week. He will expect from you a large contribution to his coffers and in return he will ignore any counter offers intended to circumvent Phillip Spaulding coming to the justice he so richly deserves." Gus buttoned his trousers and took his hat from the rack next to the door. "Don't try this again, Olivia," he said as he put his hat on his head. "If you'll excuse me, I have a wedding to plan. Good day."
"Gus, wait," she said, but he was through the door and gone before she could stop him.
"Fuck!" she cursed in frustration. As her breathing went back to normal, she began to make alternate plans. It was time to stop a wedding.
Phillip Spaulding crouched at the edge of the rim as his sharp eyes tracked the progress of the Foley brothers riding through the gulch. He could tell by their heavily laden horses they had completed their task. At least they had gotten that much right. What they hadn't gotten right was obvious in the presence of Sheriff Bullock and his deputy sidekick Charlie Utter, both men following at a discrete distance and undetected by the two idiots who were heading straight for Phillip's campsite.
He watched without moving as the brothers began to climb the steep path that led up to the rim. As he expected, Bullock and Utter stopped and waited, nearly invisible in the brush. Phillip knew he had a short interval of time before the two lawmen would risk exposing themselves on the path. Just enough time for him to teach a couple of Australian jackaroos a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.
The two men gained the ridge and Phillip watched them carefully as they approached him. He could tell by Cyrus's tense posture and wary face that the younger Foley was worried about something. His gaze kept flitting between his brother and Phillip. On the other hand, Grady sat relaxed in the saddle with the satisfied smirk of a man who had just gotten laid.
"Hey, boss," Grady said as he dismounted and reached for the supply straps on his mount.
"Hold on that a moment, Grady," Phillip said, softly. "I want you two boys to come over here a moment."
Cyrus eyed him suspiciously and stood some distance away. Grady bounded over and squatted down next to Phillip.
"What's up, boss?" he asked.
"Did you boys have any trouble in Deadwood?" Phillip asked.
"Not a one," the older brother answered, shaking his head.
"I see you got the supplies all right."
"Yeah, no fucking problems on that front, boss," he said.
"And you followed orders?" Phillip questioned. "Didn't make any side trips perhaps?"
"Nope."
Phillip eyed him. "Come on, Grady," he said. "I'm a man, I understand how things are. Who'd you fuck?"
Grady grinned rakishly. "Well, you know that sweet piece of pussy named Dolly down to the Gem?"
Phillip thought a moment. "Plump piece of ass with the round face?"
"Oh fuck yeah," Grady laughed. "I love me a fleshy woman I can sink my cock into."
"Yeah, I know how that is," Phillip agreed. "But tell me, Grady, did you even pause to consider who owns the Gem?"
"Phillip," Cyrus started, but Phillip held up a hand to stop him.
"Answer me, Grady," he said.
"Yeah, everyone knows it's that cocksucker Al Swearengen," the brother replied.
"He's a fucking cocksucker all right," Phillip said in agreement. "He also hates the Spauldings."
"Oh well, not to be insulting, boss, but most folks in the territory do," Grady smiled with a shrug.
"No offence taken," Phillip said, shaking his head.
"So ready for some chow?" Grady asked.
"No, I don't think so," Phillip said. "Unless you were planning on inviting those two gentlemen?" He pointed toward the copse of trees concealing the two lawmen.
"What?" Grady asked looking down into the gulch.
"There over by that mess of brush. See 'em?" Phillip asked.
"Who's that?"
"Why, it's the intrepid Sheriff Bullock and his faithful dog Charlie Utter," Phillip answered.
"Phillip, it was just a mistake," Cyrus said.
Phillip turned his head to glare at the younger brother, "Shut the fuck up, Cyrus," he said and turned back to Grady. "Your little fucking interlude with the pretty whore led them straight here, Grady."
"Aw gee, boss," Grady said sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I never meant to cause trouble. Just wanted to wet my cock is all. So you want me and Cyrus to ambush 'em?"
Phillip laughed. "You really think you and your limp dick brother could outgun Bullock and Utter?"
"Fuck yeah," Grady answered.
Phillip shook his head. "You know something, Grady," he said. "You're stupid and the one thing I don't need is stupid people."
"Phillip, no!" Cyrus warned.
As he sprang to his feet, Phillip had to wonder at just how idiotic Grady truly was to not even realize his imminent demise. While the other man stared in confusion at his brother, Phillip reached out his booted foot and shoved it against Grady's back, launching the man over the edge of the rim into the gulch below.
Grady screamed as he flew through the air, the cry cut off abruptly as he crashed against the rocks far below. Phillip had a moment to see the two Deadwood peace officers kick their horses into action, and then he turned to Cyrus.
The other man was looking at him in fear, his hand inches away from the pistol holstered on his belt.
"So Cyrus," he said with a smirk. "You gonna go for it?"
Breathing heavily, Cyrus asked, "Why?"
"I can't afford to have assholes working for me, Cyrus," he answered. "You know your brother was an idiot and eventually he would have gotten us both killed."
Cyrus swallowed heavily as he eyed Phillip. "Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, he would have."
"Right," Phillip agreed. "Now I suggest we get the fuck out of here before those two cocksuckers get here. Agreed?"
"Yeah," Cyrus said again. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"I'm glad we agree, Cyrus," he said and, turning his back on the Australian, he walked quickly to his saddled horse.
St. John's Episcopal Church was one of the newest buildings in town and Olivia had to admit it was one of the prettiest. She started climbing the steps to the front door, but she heard the sound of hammering coming from the rear of the building. Walking around to investigate, she found her ex-husband with his shirtsleeves rolled up and a mallet in one hand.
"Now that's what I call a real hands-on reverend," she quipped after watching him work for a few moments.
Josh's face broke into a smile as he looked up at her. "Olivia," he said, putting down the tool and picking up a rag to wipe his hands. He kissed her cheek and said, "You're looking lovely, as always. What do I owe this wonderful visit to?"
"I need a favor," she said, caressing his cheek and then tugging gently on his beard. "Can we go inside?"
"Sure," he said and grabbed his suit coat.
"What are you building?" she asked as she waited for him to don the coat.
"Pews," he answered. "I'm doing my part to save the building budget for the stained glass windows."
"I know you can do a better job of them than any other craftsman in town," she said.
"Thanks for the compliment," he said with a grin as he held open the rear door to the church for her. "But I really don't need it. You know I'm always willing to help you when I can, Olivia."
"That's good to know, Josh," she said following him into the small kitchen that was part of the pastor's residence. Josh came from a wealthy family, but he had chosen instead to live the simple life of a man of God. Olivia often wondered if Reva ever returned would he abandon his calling. She suspected he wouldn't, but then again Josh was never rational when it came to that woman.
Josh took the pot of coffee from the stove and poured them two cups of coffee. "So what can I do for you?" he asked as he handed her the cup.
"Actually, I'd like you to do nothing," she said as she picked up a muffin from the basket on the table. She took a small bite. "See how simple I can be?"
"You're far from simple, Olivia," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sure it's a little bit more involved than that.
"Marshal Aitoro will be by later to ask you to perform his wedding ceremony to Natalia Rivera," she said. "I'd like you to refuse."
Josh's face registered his surprise. "Olivia, I have already promised them I would since Father Santos can't. Why are you asking me this?"
"I have my reasons," she said. "Don't be a fucking cocksucker and just do what I ask, Josh."
"You want Gus for yourself, don't you?" he asked, shaking his head. "Olivia, when are you going to learn that stealing other women's men isn't going to make you happy?"
"You let me be the judge of that, Josh Lewis," she said. "And you're certainly one to talk, when you're fucking Alma Ellsworth."
She watched as Josh's face flushed red. "Olivia, don't," he said, his voice low with warning.
"How do you think the good congregants of St. John's would feel if they knew you were sticking it to the banker?" she asked.
"Olivia, you don't want to do this."
"Why not, Josh?" she asked. "What have I got to lose? Phillip and Alan are not going to stop until they've taken Emma from me. I need Gus more than Natalia does."
"It's not right, Olivia and I can't believe you're even threatening me with this," he said, slamming down his coffee cup on the table. "Despite everything that happened between us, we were able to remain friends. At least, I thought we were friends."
"We are friends, Josh," she answered. "But I need to protect Emma and Gus is the key."
"Gus will protect Emma regardless to whom he is married, Olivia," he said. "He's a sworn peace officer and Emma's uncle."
"Just tell me you won't marry them, Josh."
He shook his head. "I gave them my word, Olivia."
"Is your word worth more than your reputation?" she asked. "Alma won't care, but you know you could be defrocked, right? Last I heard, the Episcopals are as narrow-minded as the Catholics when it comes to their shepherds banging the sheep."
"Olivia…"
She surged forward and grabbed his lapels. "Don't fucking do it, Josh," she said desperately, already knowing in her heart he would because that was the type of man Josh Lewis was. "I'm begging you, please don't!"
"No, Olivia," he said, gently taking her hands and pulling them away. "I'm sorry, but I can't do as you ask."
"Fuck you, Josh Lewis," she said bitterly and turned away as she brought the tears that threatened to fall under control. She walked toward the door. As she opened it, she finally felt composed enough to turn back. "Tell me something, Josh," she said, her voice steady.
"What?" he asked.
"Why haven't you married Alma?" she asked. "Reva is never coming back, you know."
"I know Reva won't," he answered, looking at her sadly. "And I would marry Alma in a heartbeat, but she's refused my proposals."
"Why?" Olivia asked. "I've seen the way she looks at you, Josh. She loves you."
"She does," he said with a small, sad smile. "Which is why she refuses to marry me. She's already buried two husbands and she doesn't wish to bury a third. So I am forced to live my life in secrecy and fear of exposure. Olivia, if you ever cared for me, do not carry out your threat. I wish you nothing except happiness and I would hope you'd want the same for me."
"A life lived in the shadows will not bring you happiness, Josh," she said sadly.
"Maybe not, but when it's the only chance for any kind of happiness, then I'll take it," he said. "You would too, Olivia."
"I've never been one to hide, Josh," she said.
"If it was for the right person, you would," he countered.
"And Alma is that person for you?"
He nodded. "She is," he answered. "What are you going to do, Olivia?"
She stared at him for a long moment. "I'm going to get Gus whether you marry them or not, Josh."
"I meant about Alma and me?"
"I don't know," she said, opening the door and. quickly walking down the steps. She whispered again to herself, "I don't know."
Natalia noticed Nicky's strained face the moment her and Rafe had arrived at the house. She didn't say anything as she placed the basket of food she bought on the table. While she started to prepare the three of them a simple meal she thought about what might have caused her fiancé distress and felt a stab of anger that it might have been something Olivia did.
With a determined effort, she put aside all thoughts of Olivia and concentrated on the joy she felt for the safe return of her men. As they sat around the table and joined hands while their son said the blessing, Natalia caught Nicky's eye and was pleased to see him finally relax when he returned her smile.
While they ate, Natalia listened to tales of their adventures to Yankton and back. At one point Rafe enthusiastically told her about the night an elk that had wandered into their campsite, spooking their horses, and how Gus had tried to scare it off while dressed only in his long underwear and boots. Natalia's laughter joined theirs and the happy sound seemed to make the room glow.
After supper, Rafe cleaned up the dishes while Natalia and Nicky sat at the chess board. Natalia had first taught Nicky how to play the game when they were younger and the resumption of their matches brought Natalia much pleasure. She had also taught Rafe to play, but he didn't care for the subtle strategy the game required and his direct attack approach left him vulnerable. Natalia had always refused to let him win on principle. She thought it best he learned to accept defeat with grace. Briefly, Natalia wondered if Olivia knew how to play and guessed that if Olivia did, with her Machiavellian mind, she was probably a master at the game.
When he finished, Rafe bid his father good night and offered to walk Natalia back to the boarding house.
"I'd like to finish this game first, Rafael," she said. "However, I'm sure after your long absence, Mr. Fields has need of you, and so I won't keep you. Mr. Aitoro will be kind enough to see me home."
"Of course, my dear," Nicky said with a nod.
"Before you go though, I have something for you," Natalia said standing up. She went to her satchel and pulled out a small package wrapped in paper and tied with string.
Rafe took it from her and said, "Thank you, Mama."
"Go on and open it," she said, smiling.
Rafe untied the string and the paper fell away to reveal a richly-bound leather book. "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," Rafe said with delight as he read the gold embossed title. "Thank you again, Mama. I've always wanted my own copy."
"Oh, it's not from me, mi hijo," she said, thriftily gathering up the paper and string for later use. "Look at the inscription inside."
Rafe opened the book and his eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Read it aloud, son," Nicky urged.
"To young Rafael Rivera," he began. "Your charming mother tells me this modest tome was a favorite of your early life. Always remember that one gets large impressions in boyhood, sometimes, which he has to fight against all his life. A young man needs to control his baser impulses, while at the same time enjoying all life has to offer. Balance is the key, my boy. Your servant, Mark Twain." He looked up in surprise. "Mama, this is amazing."
"He is an amazing man, Rafael," she said. "I wish you had been here to meet him."
"So am I, but I enjoyed spending time with my father," Rafe said with a smile at Nicky. "Thank you again, Father."
"It was my pleasure, son," Nicky said. "You're a good traveling companion and can ride with me anytime."
Rafe flushed with pleasure at the compliment.
"Good night, mi hijo," Natalia said and presented her cheek for him to kiss.
"Good night, Mama," he said. "Good night, sir."
"Go straight back to the livery, Rafe," Nicky said.
"Yes, sir," Rafe said obediently and Natalia hoped he kept to his word.
After he was gone, Nicky tended to the fireplace while Natalia poured them a small glass of whiskey. She set both on the table next to the chessboard and sat down.
"Thank you, Natalia," Nicky said returning to his seat. He picked up his glass and tapped it against hers in a silent toast.
The warmth from the fire and whiskey added a pleasant note to the evening as they continued their game. She waited until Nicky had tipped his king over acknowledging his defeat, and then she asked, "So what did she do now?"
"She?" Nicky asked looking up at her.
"Olivia Spencer," Natalia clarified. "What did she do after I left this morning?"
Nicky sighed. "Olivia actions were overshadowed by Sheriff Bullock's news of the events of the afternoon."
"Oh?" she asked.
"He and Charlie Utter had word from Swearengen that the Foley brothers were in town today," Nicky explained.
Natalia shook her head. "I don't believe I'm familiar with them."
"No reason for you to be," he said. "No good blackguards from Australia who have been a headache for Territory law enforcers for some time now. Bullock has reason to believe they are aligned with Phillip Spaulding, so when Swearengen let slip that Grady was paying a visit to his joint, he and Utter thought it prudent to follow them when they headed out of town in hopes of discovering Phillip's location."
"What happened?"
"Bullock said they had followed them some miles down the gulch when the two brothers took a path that climbed to the top of the rim. He and Charlie were waiting for them to move on when suddenly a screaming Grady went hurtling down the cliff."
"Oh my God," Natalia said, her blood running cold. "Do they think it was an accident?"
He shook his head. "Bullock said they found signs on the rim of three men standing around with two of those leaving on horseback leading a third. They gave chase, but lost them in the Hills. They would have gone on, but they didn't want to leave Grady's body lying exposed to scavengers."
"That's still not proof Phillip murdered him," Natalia pointed out.
"True," Nicky said, draining his whiskey and standing up to pour some more. "But both Bullock and Charlie believe it was no accident and once they find Cyrus, they'll know for sure."
Natalia thought a moment. "Why would Cyrus ride off with a man who just murdered his brother?"
"Fear? Greed?" Nicky said, staring into the amber depths of his drink. "Perhaps there was bad blood between the brothers. Lord knows, it wouldn't be the first time that happened." He gave a rueful chuckle at that and took a large sip.
Natalia sighed as she stood up to tend the fire. The windows had a rim of frost and she shivered at the idea of the walk to her cold room at Company.
"Nicky," she said as she replaced the poker in the iron stand. "You said Olivia did do something after I left you with her. What happened?"
Nicky shook his head. "Natalia, it's not important. Nothing happened."
"Oh Nicky, I think it's very important," she said, her eyes flashing. "Furthermore, I believe something fucking happened, didn't it?"
"Natalia…"
She glanced down at the front of his trousers and her mouth watered at the thought of Olivia being the cause of the prominent bulge hidden under the fabric. At that moment she decided to do something to prove to her fiancé that he belonged to her and not to that woman.
"I can just imagine how it went, Nicky," she said, stalking closer to him. "I'm sure she barely waited until I was out of the office before making her move, am I right? What did she do? Did she kiss you?"
He shook his head. "What's the point of this, Natalia?" he asked. "I told you, nothing happened."
"I know Olivia, Nick," she said, placing both hands on his chest. "I've seen her in action with men. How did she start, Nicky? I'll bet it was just like this."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. Nicky paused a moment and then wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her close, responding in kind to her demanding kiss. She could feel his hardness through her dress. She rose up on her tiptoes, rubbing against him.
"Oh God, Natalia," he croaked hoarsely with pain in his voice. "Please don't tease me."
"I know she wouldn't tease you, Nicky," she said against his mouth. "Did you fuck her?"
"No," he answered and let out a ragged gasp when she grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and bit sharply drawing blood.
"Don't lie to me, Nicky," she said.
"I'm not," he said. "She…she kissed me, but I backed away."
"And then what happened?" she demanded, knowing Olivia wouldn't give up so easily.
"She tried again," he said. "She began to unclothe herself."
"Is she beautiful, Nicky?" Natalia asked. She felt herself grow wet as she pictured the scene in Olivia's office, closing her eyes as she imagined Olivia's creamy skin emerging from her clothing as an aroused Nicky looked on. She licked her lips and opened her eyes again, her gaze hard on him. "I know how beautiful she is on the outside, but is she as beautiful under her expensive garments?"
Nick nodded. "She is, but nothing happened, Natalia," he repeated. "I pushed her away, said what I had to tell her and then I left. I swear. That's all."
"Oh, I believe you, Nick," she said lightly and pulled his arms from around her waist.
He moaned in protest. "Natalia, please."
"Don't move," she ordered and walked around to embrace him from behind. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "I believe you didn't fuck her, Nicky, but I know you wanted to. Didn't you?"
"Natalia, please don't," he moaned.
"Say it, Nicky," she said and moved her hands down to her trousers. She began to unbutton him. "Say you wanted to fuck her."
"I…oh God, I did." He looked down as her hands released him and Natalia felt him grow even harder.
"Say it, Nick," she demanded again, her hands working along his shaft.
"I wanted to fuck her," he obeyed.
She pulled on his earlobe with her teeth. "Say her name," she whispered harshly as she pulled on his cock, the other hand cupping his balls. He was rock hard under her ministrations.
"Olivia," he panted. "I wanted to fuck Olivia."
"She's such an exquisite woman, isn't she?" she asked, increasing her pace. "With those piercing eyes and full, sensual lips. Did she show you her breasts, Nicky?"
"Yes," he breathed out in a whisper.
"Are they beautiful?" she asked. "Are they round and plump with perfect nipples?"
"Yes!"
"I know you wanted to touch them, and wrap your lips around them," she said and felt his cock begin to quiver as he approached orgasm. "Did you want to throw her on her desk and shove your cock into her dripping cunt, Nicky?"
"Oh God, yes!" he cried out as his body jerked in release.
Natalia purred in contentment as she milked his cock until it began to soften. She placed a kiss on his neck as his labored breathing began to go back to normal. She tucked him back inside his pants and efficiently re-buttoned his trousers.
"Natalia," he said softly, turning around in her arms.
She leaned up for a deep kiss, her tongue working inside his mouth as her body buzzed in arousal. After a few minutes, she pulled away.
"Please, let me touch you," he said.
She shook her head. "No," she said, hearing the way her own voice had deepened. "No, the way I feel right now, I'd want you to do more than just touch me, Nicky."
"It's all right," he said. "We're going to be married in a few days. What does it matter?"
"It matters to me, Nicky," she answered. "I won't have you until we're joined together before the eyes of the Lord." She gave him a slow smile and looked into his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll take care of myself when I get back to my room. There's no reason either one of us should have to suffer because of that woman, wouldn't you agree?"
He laughed and shook his head. "I highly doubt Olivia Spencer has any idea what a temptress you can be, my dear."
She joined his laughter and began to don her coat. Olivia might have attempted to seduce her fiancé, but she would, in the end, fail to have him. Nicky belonged to her and Natalia was determined to keep him.
Sunday morning had dawned with a scent in the air that promised the first snow of the season. Olivia sipped her strong coffee as she watched the pedestrian traffic scurry along the thoroughfare. She sneered as E.B. Farnum scampered past the Beacon and then suddenly dash into the street, nearly colliding with a mule cart. She wondered what had spooked him, and then she spotted Seth Bullock striding down the sidewalk in his usual determined pace. Olivia chuckled, remembering the story she had heard from Blake Marler about how Bullock had beaten the squirrely little man because he believed Farnum had spread rumors of Bullock's affair with Alma.
Olivia continued to watch the passersby as she thought about the social dynamics of even a small town like Deadwood and the challenges it presented. The affair between the town's sheriff and the widow had been an open secret at the time it was going on, but the moment Bullock's wife stepped off the stagecoach the day she had arrived, it was as if all knowledge of it had been shoved into a locked closet. Martha's respectability and her work contributing to the benefit of the town, had kept the talk to a minimum. It was only gossip mongers like Blake who kept the story alive at all.
Olivia knew that was how things worked in small towns. Gossip was a tool to be used to secure political and social capital and Olivia had often used it to her advantage. However, this time she would not use it against Josh Lewis in her quest to have Gus Aitoro. She would have nothing to gain since Josh's reputation and status would not be affected in time to stop the wedding. Olivia now needed to try something else, but she did not have any idea what.
Might as well try the seduction route again, she thought to herself, a little depressed at the thought of her failure the last time, but with the wedding scheduled for tomorrow and Bullock's news about Grady Foley's possible murder at the hands of Phillip, she was quickly running out of time.
Leaving Emma in Jane's care, she made her way through the cold morning to Gus's house, but huffed in frustration when she found it vacant. She then headed for the freight office and found Charlie Utter sitting outside enjoying the morning sun and sipping his coffee.
"Mornin' Miz Spencer," he said, springing to his feet.
"Mr. Utter," she said. "I was wondering if Marshal Aitoro is here."
"Uh no, no he's not," Charlie said. "His day off an all, he's gone over to his new place getting it ready for him and his bride to take up residence."
Olivia closed her eyes, red anger filling her vision and making her want to strike out at the deputy. After a moment, she opened them, her gaze steady on Charlie. "I see," she said. "I have an important matter to discuss with the marshal. Can you tell me where his place is?"
Charlie scratched the back of his neck. "I can take you out there if you want," he offered.
"Oh no, that's fine," she said quickly. "It's a beautiful morning and I'm feeling up for a ride."
"Yes, ma'am, that it is," he said with a nod. "It's easy to find. You know the road to Black Tail gulch?"
"Yes," she said, thinking quickly. "That leads to the farmstead those hoopleheads from Iowa sunk all their money in, and then ran off after their first winter in the Hills."
"That's the one," Charlie said. "I went out with him when he was looking for a place to buy. The house and barn show some wear and tear from neglect, but the marshal is confident he can get things ready by tomorrow."
"Thank you, Mr. Utter," she said.
"Sure I can't accompany you, Miz Spencer?" he offered again.
"I'm sure, Mr. Utter," she said. "Enjoy your morning."
A short time later, she left orders with Gregory to have her horse saddled and brought around to the alley. She rushed upstairs to change into her riding outfit. It had been hand tailored just for her from the softest deerskin and consisted of a long skirted coat that modestly concealed padded britches that allowed her to ride astraddle. Her boots were also handmade and had seen a lot of use over the years, but clearly showed much care.
Before she left the hotel, she unlocked the weapons cabinet in her office and took the gun belt and strapped it around her waist. She then carefully loaded her single action Army revolver with the .45 caliber bullets and slipped it into the holster. Finally, she loaded her Winchester and carried it with her after carefully re-locking the case.
Gregory was holding the reins to her palomino. The mare nickered softly in greeting as Olivia spent a few minutes petting her nose. Finally she took the reins from Gregory and slid the Winchester into its sheath on the saddle.
"Have a good ride, Miss Spencer," Gregory said as she swung up into the seat.
"Thank you, Gregory," she said. "Keep an eye on Emma."
"Of course," he said.
She guided the horse slowly through the crowded street before finally the traffic thinned enough that she could kick the mare into a brisk trot. The Iowan family's farmstead was about five miles outside of town, nearly due west of the Homestake mine and Olivia could hear the sound of the pile drivers long before she reached the mine. The noise faded after she had turned west taking the road along the Black Tail Gulch.
When the trail forked, Olivia directed her mount to take the right one and shortly after, she arrived at the farmstead. To her dismay, she saw two horses grazing in the field behind the barn. As she rode closer, she looked around the nicely-sized farmstead. A modest two-storey house sat center to the other buildings, a large barn, a smokehouse and an empty chicken coop. An outhouse was located some distance from the other buildings and away from the creek that bisected the property. Off in the distance, she could see a small pond.
Gus Aitoro was stripped down to just his trousers and standing before a chopping block and swinging an axe. So engrossed in his work, he didn't notice Olivia's approach until she called out, "Looking good, Marshall."
Gus put down his axe as Olivia dismounted. "Olivia," he said in greeting as he took his shirt from the pile of logs waiting to be cut and started to put it on. "Is there a problem in town?"
"No, no problem," she said. "Who's here with you?"
"Rafe," Gus answered. "He's cutting down some more trees. I suspect it's going to be a very long and cold winter this year."
Olivia nodded. "This is a nice place," she said. "I assume you bought it from those Iowan hoopleheads."
"From the bank," he clarified. "Mrs. Ellsworth foreclosed when they went back east. It's a wedding gift for Natalia's."
"Oh?" Olivia said. "She never mentioned it."
"She doesn't know about it," he said. "I was going to surprise her so please don't say anything."
"So the wedding is still on for tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes, it is," he answered.
"Gus, please," she said. "Look, give Natalia her farm, but don't marry her. I need you. Emma needs you."
"Olivia," he began with a sigh. "I've been over this again and again with you. Please stop."
Both of them turned at the sound of heavy breathing. Rafe Rivera was pulling a small pine attached by chain to a harness across his chest. He dragged the tree over to the others and dropped the harness. He walked over to them and tipped his hat to Olivia. "Miss Spencer," he said. "How's my little cousin?"
"She's fine, Rafe," she said. "Thank you for asking."
Rafe turned to Gus. "Do you want me to chop a bit, sir?"
"Please," Gus answered. "Olivia, come inside for some coffee and we can continue our discussion."
Inside, the kitchen was warm from the heat generated by the stove. Gus placed two cups on the table and waited for her to take a seat. "Olivia, I don't see why you are so obsessed over this. I will protect Emma with my very life if need be. She is my niece. These tactics are a waste of your time. Have you heard from Jarry yet?"
"No," she answered looking into her cup instead of him.
"He'll be here soon so I suggest you have ready the bribe money," he said. "It's very important you pay him off before Alan does."
"That cocksucker has more money than I do, Gus," she said. "What's to stop Jarry from taking me and then selling out to Alan anyway?"
"Burial of a federal investigation pending against Jarry regarding election tampering and embezzlement," Gus said.
Olivia sat there stunned. Gus had just admitted to obstruction of justice and he was doing it for her sake. She felt a swell of feeling for him and grabbed his arm. "Gus, please, give me a chance," she said. "I need you. Natalia doesn't."
"She's waited almost two decades for me," he said. "She gave up everything to raise my son who has lived with the stain of illegitimacy all of his life. It's not only for Natalia's sake that I'm marrying her, but for his as well. Please, give up this madness and let's concentrate on bringing Phillip Spaulding to justice."
"Gus, when I want something, I have it," she said. "Marry the fucking whore if you will, but I'm still going to have you."
He stood up. "Do you want me to accompany you back to town?" he asked.
"I can find my own fucking way," she said standing up as well. "I can take care of myself, Gus Aitoro." Her boots pounded down the wooden steps as she made her way to her horse with a heavy heart.
Reverend Lewis was allowing Natalia to use his small apartment within the church to change her clothing and Natalia had arrived early with her wedding dress and other essentials. After depositing her things in the reverend's room, she went in search of coffee to settle her nervous stomach and she found Nicky waiting for her.
"I need to go meet Rafe at the house," Nicky said. "He's helping me get ready. Oh, and Merrick asked to attend the wedding and take some photographs if that is all right with you."
Natalia made a face. "Is that really necessary?" she asked.
"I'm afraid it is, my dear," he said. "I regret any inconvenience it might cause you, but it is a part of being a public official. At certain times, it is expedient we maintain a public presence. Wedding announcements being just one tool to accomplish that."
"I understand, Nicky," she said. "However, that does not mean I have to be comfortable with it. Please assure Mr. Merrick that his presence shall be welcome at the ceremony."
"He will be delighted I'm sure," Nicky said. "He seemed quite taken with you."
Natalia felt herself blushing under the praise. "This is strange," she said. "I've been waiting seventeen years to marry you and I don't want you to leave now."
"Well, I could get married in my regular clothes, but then that would be a waste of a handsome new frock suit."
She chuckled. "No, I suppose I'll have to wait a bit longer then. Promise me, Nicky that you'll come back here."
"You don't think I will?" he said. "I've waited my whole life to marry you, Natalia Rivera."
"I think about the day Rafael was born," she said. "And when the midwife put him into my arms for the very first time. All I wanted in that moment was for you to be there. I prayed, but I didn't think that God was listening, but now I know that he was. It's just that he does things in his own time, not in ours."
"His wonders to perform," Nicky quoted softly.
Not caring if anyone was nearby, Natalia leaned up to kiss him. After a few minutes, she pulled back. "Jewel should be here soon to help me get beautiful."
"That's not possible, my dear," he said.
"Oh?" she asked, still breathless from their kisses.
"As you are in this moment, the most beautiful woman in the world, Natalia," he said.
She laughed as she shook her head. "You don't need flattery, Nick," she said. "I've already agreed to marry you."
"All right," he said stepping away from her. "I really have got to go. Our son is probably getting into trouble while we tarry here. I shall see you soon."
She nodded and watched as he left. Taking a deep breath, she continued her search for coffee. In the parsonage kitchen, she found Josh sitting at the table drinking from a mug. He immediately sprang to his feet when she entered.
"Please sit, Reverend," she said. "I'm just going to help myself to some coffee."
"By all means, do," Josh said. "Anything else I can get you?"
"No, thank you. I don't think I can stomach anything right now." She sat down and took a sip of coffee. "Oh, that's good. Thank you."
He nodded. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes and then Natalia said, "Thank you so much for performing the ceremony, Reverend.
Josh smiled warmly at her. "Of course," he said. "I'm only sorry you cannot be married in the manner of your faith."
"I find Father Ray to be much more rigid than my last priest in Chicago," she said. "Despite him being younger than Father Damon."
"That is often true of provincial clergy, Natalia," he said. "Especially in a town such as Deadwood."
"Yet, you're not like that," she pointed out.
"Oh, I had my calling late in life," he said. "I've been married and divorced several times so I'm certainly not one to object to the necessity of divorce. I, more than Father Ray, understand that we frail humans, no matter how hard we strive to be more Godlike, do, more often than not, make mistakes."
She regarded him over her coffee. "One of your marriages was to Olivia Spencer, was it not?" she asked.
"It was," he replied with a nod.
"I'm not sure I should say this, Reverend, but she has been trying to stop Mr. Aitoro and me from marrying," she said and at his unsurprised expression, she added, "You knew?"
He sighed. "She asked me to not perform the ceremony, but of course I refused her request."
Natalia felt a stab of anger and had to bite off a comment that was not fit for the ears of a man of God, even one as self-admittedly worldly as the Reverend Lewis. "Thank you," she said quietly.
He looked at her. "Natalia, please do not judge Olivia too harshly," he said, his voice kind. "She is frightened and desperate and not thinking straight. You were not here for the horrors she and others suffered at the hands of Phillip Spaulding."
"That's no excuse for her actions, Reverend," she said. "She has relentlessly tried to seduce Mr. Aitoro. I only thank God that he has remained faithful to me. No doubt men view her as an alluring woman."
"She is," he nodded. "The marshal is a good man and I respect him greatly for his character. I'm sure that after today, Olivia will realize that Gus is permanently unavailable."
"I hope you're correct," she said and stood up. "More coffee?"
He leaned back and pulled his watch from his vest pocket. "No, thank you," he said glancing at the time. "I have an appointment with a parishioner, but you go ahead and make yourself at home."
"Thank you," she said and refilled her mug.
She wandered over to the window and glanced out at the beautiful, sunny sky. It was a good day for a wedding, she thought with a happy smile. She was about to go begin her preparations, when she saw Richardson scuttle past the construction materials in the back yard toward the rear door of the church.
She opened the door just as he walked up the steps.
"Hello Richardson," she said.
He kept her head down and looked at her from under his bushy eyebrows. "Hello Miss Rivera," he said. "Miss Spencer sent me to find the marshal."
"He's not here," she said and saw a piece of paper pinned to his grimy shirt. "Is that a message for him?"
"Yes," he drawled.
"I'll see that he gets it," she said.
"Okay," he said.
When he made no move, Natalia unpinned the note. "Thank you, Richardson."
"You're welcome," he said.
Natalia opened the note and read: Gus, I apologize for interrupting you on your wedding day, but I have had important news that you must hear right away. Please meet me at the farmhouse as soon as you can. I'll be waiting. O.S.
She glanced up at Richardson. "The farmhouse?" she asked. "Where's that?"
Richardson was quiet for a moment as he appeared to think. "She told Miss Jane that she was going to be away from the hotel all day and night and if it was urgent to send someone to that farmstead in Black Tail Gulch."
Natalia searched her memory and then asked, "That's the one abandoned by that family last winter?"
Richardson simply shrugged his bony shoulders. "You look purty, Miss Rivera."
"Thank you, Richardson," she said, having heard the compliment from him many times. "You may go back to the Beacon now."
He turned and hurried back the way he came, the antlers clutched firmly in both hands. She glanced at the position of the sun in the sky and calculated that if she hurried, she might have enough time. Closing the door behind her, she walked quickly toward the livery and knocked on the open door.
"Hello?" she called. "Mr. Fields?"
The dark-skinned man stepped out of a horse stall, a shovel in his hand. "Good day, Miss Rivera," he said with his usual wide smile on his face. "Rafe's taken the day off for the wedding, so he's not here."
"I know," she said. "Thank you for giving him the time, Mr. Fields. No, I was wondering if I might have a horse. I have an urgent errand to run."
"Certainly," she said. "I have a nice roan with a good disposition that should suit you well. Sidesaddle?"
"Please," she said with a nod. She waited while he saddled the horse, enjoying the warmth and smell of the clean and organized building. She had first learned to ride as a child and it was something she had missed doing after Rafe was born. Lately, she had more time to enjoy it, often going riding with Nicky and Rafe for summer picnics.
Fields led the sorrel-colored gelding outside and then helped her mount.
"Thank you, Mr. Fields," she said, taking the reins firmly in her grasp as she adjusted her seat.
"In honor of your wedding day, Miss Rivera, there's no charge," he said, his smile growing almost flirtatious.
She dipped her head at him in thanks. "I'll return him to you shortly," she said.
"Have a good ride," he said and stepped back as Natalia urged the horse into motion.
Once outside of town, she gave the horse his rein and despite her anger at Olivia, she felt exhilaration at the wind rushing across her face as the miles flew by. She slowed down after leaving the main trail, heading for the farmhouse. There was smoke coming from the chimney and as she passed the barn, she saw there was an unsaddled horse stabled inside. Obviously Olivia was planning on spending some time on the farmstead.
She rode around to the back of the barn and locked the rear door from outside, leaving her horse tied to a post. She then walked around to the front and closed one side of the double doors. Looking around, she noted a stack of horse blankets that looked musty, but serviceable. Olivia's mare watched her in silence.
Leaving the barn, she strode across the yard and up the front steps. A few seconds after her knock, it was opened by Olivia.
"Gus!" she said, but then as Natalia pushed past her, her expression changed to shock.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to fuck with a bride on her wedding day?" Natalia asked.
"What are you fucking doing here?" Olivia asked as she looked at Natalia.
"Stopping you from ruining my wedding day," Natalia answered.
"Look, I'm expecting someone, so fuck off," she growled.
"Oh, Nicky's not coming," Natalia said as she looked around the parlor. "I intercepted the note you sent with Richardson."
"I've gotta fire that fucking idiot," Olivia muttered under her breath.
"Oh, don't blame him," Natalia said. "He's just a simple little man who doesn't know any better. So what was the plan, Olivia? Lure Nicky out here and seduce him into bed?"
Olivia smirked. "Sounds like a good plan to me," she said.
"In your dreams, Olivia," Natalia said. "Nicky and I are getting married today. Not only am I getting the husband I've been waiting seventeen years for, but my son is finally going to get a father."
Olivia barked out in laughter. "You know something Natalia," she said. "You're living in the past. You've got some idealized image of the boy that Gus used to be. You can't even call him by his right name. Why don't you let the poor man go? He doesn't love you."
"Yes, he does," Natalia spat out.
"Maybe does in some small way, but you know what? You're not the love of his life."
"Well, it sure as hell isn't you," Natalia said.
Olivia shook her head. "He might have loved you first, but he's always going to love Harley the most."
Natalia narrowed her eyes as she stood so close to her that Olivia could almost spell her anger. "Stay out of our lives, Olivia," she growled.
"No fucking way," Olivia said, enunciating each word slowly.
The two angry women stared at each other, both breathing heavily and for a fleeting moment, Olivia wondered if Natalia was going to hit her or kiss her.
"Leave us alone!"
"Make me," Olivia challenged.
"Oh, I will," Natalia vowed. "I promise you that."
Olivia gave a bitter laugh and turned away. "Since Gus isn't coming, I need to get back to town." She gathered up her things and left the house, not paying any attention to Natalia following her. She walked quickly to the barn to saddle her horse, when the bright daylight coming through the door was suddenly cut off.
"What the fuck?" she said, dropping the saddle to the ground and rushing to the door. The sturdy double doors barely gave under the full weight.
"Natalia!" she cried. "Let me the fuck out."
"I don't think so," Natalia called through the door. "At least, not until tomorrow."
"You crazy cunt, I'll fucking freeze to death in here," Olivia cried.
"No, you won't," Natalia said calmly. "There are plenty of blankets and your horse can keep you warm." She laughed. "I'm sure she even smells better than the last animals you slept with."
"Open the Goddamned door, Natalia," she ordered.
"See you in the morning, Olivia," she said.
"Natalia!"
The only sounds were the hoof beats of Natalia's departing horse.
"Fuck!"
By the time Natalia had returned the gelding to the livery and rushed back to the church, she barely had time to get ready. Jewel was waiting for her in Reverend Lewis's apartment and shuffling in agitation. She glared at Natalia when she hurried through the door.
"Where have you been?" the feisty cleaning woman asked.
"Sorry," Natalia said and began stripping her clothes.
"You stink like a fucking horse," Jeweled grumbled.
"Jewel," Natalia said in a low voice. "Just help me get cleaned up. All right?"
Jewel frowned, but reached for the basin of water.
After she was clean, Natalia sat at the table in front of the mirror to dry her hair. Jewel shuffled around the room, laying out her gown and underclothing, but stopped to answer a knock on the door.
"Hello Jewel," the madam Joanie Stubbs greeted as she stepped into the room. She was carrying a large case and she placed it on the table in front of Natalia. "And hello to the lovely bride," she added to Natalia.
Natalia smirked. "Not quite yet," she said, picking up a clump of damp hair.
"Well, that's what we're here for," Joanie said and opened her case to reveal a wide assortment of pots full of creams and paints and various application tools. Natalia had not seen so many cosmetics in one place in a very long time.
"Where's Jane?" she asked Joanie while still eyeing the contents of Joanie's case.
Joanie turned toward the door she had left open behind her. "Jane?" she called softly.
Slowly, Jane Cannary poked her head around the door jam.
"Why don't you come in, Jane?" Natalia asked.
"Uh, I wasn't sure if I should just barge into a lady's room." Jane did not move.
"Jane, I asked you to come help me get ready in addition to Joanie and Jewel, so why wouldn't I want you to come in?" Natalia asked.
Jane shrugged and finally entered the room. Natalia smiled. The usually rough woman was clad in a dress made from a pretty pink tea-rose print. "Why Jane!" Natalia exclaimed. "You look lovely."
Jane looked down and shook her head. "Was Miss Stubbs's doing," she said. "My habitual choice of attire, be it for special occasions or lying fucking drunk in the mud, is more often than not, my regular masculine accoutrements."
"In either case, I think you are quite handsome," Natalia complimented and was charmed to see Jane blush.
"As do I," Joanie agreed and the two women shared a smile in the mirror. "Now," Joanie continued, "I think we should keep things simple as to allow your natural beauty to shine through, Natalia."
Natalia took a deep breath and gave her friend a nod.
A short hour later and with the three women's help, Natalia was ready and gazing in amazement at herself in the mirror. She was wearing the wedding gown she had bought with her earnings from the Beacon. The high-collared ivory silk gown hugged her slim figure while accentuating the feminine curves of her hips. Below the waist, the skirts flared out only slightly and gathered horizontal folds again emphasizing her womanly attributes. The neck, sleeves and skirts terminated in ruffles. Under the skirts, her feet were clad in a brand new pair of matching high-heeled boots that had taken Jane nearly fifteen minutes to lace.
"Beautiful," Jewel commented as Joanie helped Natalia attach the floor-length veil to her hair which had been gathered into a bun at the base of her neck.
"Thank you," Natalia said to her maid of honor. "You look wonderful too, Jewel."
The cleaning woman gave her a broad smile. "I borrowed the dress from Trixie," she said proudly.
"It looks very pretty on you," Natalia said.
There was a knock on the door. Standing outside the door was the tall figure of her son.
"Are you ready, Mama?" he asked.
She looked at her son in wonder. He was dressed in a new black suit that she had never seen and his face was shaved close and his hair newly trimmed. "Oh Rafael," she whispered moving closer to him and reaching to caress his cheek. "You are so handsome, mi hijo," she said with awe. "When did you become a man?"
Rafe laughed. "Oh, Mama," he said, his cheeks flushing pink. He looked down at himself. "Do you like the suit?"
"It's very flattering," she said. "Did you buy it yourself?"
"No," he said shaking his head. "Mr. Aitoro engaged a tailor in Yankton to make it for me for your special day."
"I'm very happy, Rafael," she said.
"We'll go take our seats with the other guests," Joanie said as she took Jane's hand.
Natalia nodded absently, her mind still trying to grasp that the moment she had waited such a long time for had finally arrived. She was about to marry her childhood sweetheart. The boy whom she had loved with so much passion and the man he had grown into.
"Mama?"Rafe asked, looking at her with a grin. "Are you ready to become Mrs. Aitoro?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes," she said firmly. "Yes, I am."
Rafe held out his arm for her to take. Jewel handed her a small bouquet of wildflowers and opened the door for them.
Natalia was proud of her son when he offered his left arm to Jewel and led them both to the vestibule. Merrick was standing by the entrance to the nave, his face beaming.
"You are exquisite, Miss Rivera," he said with a bow.
"Thank you, Mr. Merrick," she replied.
"The marshal is a very fortunate man."
"That's kind of you to say, sir."
"Shall we proceed?" he asked.
"Please," she said in a small voice and squeezed Rafe's arm nervously.
While Jewel went to stand in front of the closed door, Rafe patted her arm in assurance. Merrick opened the double doors with a flourish and stepped aside to allow Jewel to enter.
"Here we go," Rafe murmured.
"¡Ay Dios!" she whispered.
Despite the turmoil in her stomach, she responded to her son's gentle tug and allowed him to lead her to the door.
The church was sparsely populated with guests come to witness the wedding, mostly Nicky's fellow peace officers and their families such as Sheriff Bullock with his wife Martha and their daughter Margaret. Natalia smiled at the pretty toddler who was dressed in a frilly pink frock. For a moment, she regretted that Emma could not be there, but then she pushed all thoughts of Olivia Spencer from her mind.
Also present were Buzz Cooper and his son Frank and their wives, along with Deputy Boudreau. Natalia was pleased to see Remy sitting with Aunt Lou's granddaughter Christina. She had heard they were courting and if Remy had brought the lovely young woman to the wedding, it was clear signal of his intentions.
Mayor Star and his companion Trixie and Alma Ellsworth and her daughter Sophia occupied the same pew. Deputy Utter sat with Jane and Joanie and Natalia wondered if he had a wife somewhere. She remembered reading tales of his adventures with the colorful Wild Bill Hickok, but could not remember if he had ever been married.
As she swept her glance around the room, she saw Merrick slip into a pew beside Mr. Blazanov, but notably absent were any of Nicky's Spaulding relatives, including his Aunt Alexandra whom her fiancé was on fairly good terms with considering. Nicky had mentioned he had invited his aunt but that Alan most likely forbade her from coming.
She barely noticed the mandolin music playing. Everyone stood as her and Rafe stepped forward and began the march down the aisle. Her eyes were fastened on the tall and handsome man standing at the altar near the Reverend Lewis.
Dimly, she noted that Nicky was also dressed in a new suit similar to their son's and his cheeks and chin were so freshly shaved they gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. His hair and mustache had been trimmed and to her eyes he had never looked more handsome.
Rafe led her to the altar and presented her hand to Nicky to take. Natalia smiled as he gently cradled her hand in his strong one. As Rafe took his place beside his father and Jewel beside Natalia, Nicky leaned close to whisper, "You are a vision, my dear. You take my breath away."
She turned her head slightly and moved her lips next to his ear. "It is most fortunate we are being wed today, Mr. Aitoro," she whispered. "I do not think I could wait past tonight."
Nicky's eyes glittered in amusement and something Natalia strongly suspected was desire. Natalia's face flushed as they looked at each other until the reverend cleared his throat, breaking the spell. They both turned to face the smiling minister and the congregation took their seats.
"Dear friends of Gus Aitoro and Natalia Rivera," Reverend Lewis said. "We have come today to witness as they join together in the holy union of matrimony before you all and before the eyes of God. Should any have objection to this marriage from taking place, speak now or remain forever silent."
There was a stirring among the witnesses as they settled in their seats, but no one spoke out.
Natalia barely heard the minister as he conducted the ceremony. Her thoughts were on the man standing beside her and the new life they would begin today. It seemed to her it had been such a long journey, not only in time, but also in distance. From the moment she realized she was carrying their child to his disappearance to raising their son alone. And then when she finally discovered Nicky was alive, she knew in that instant she would travel to the ends of the planet to find him. That they had found a home here in Deadwood was simply an extra blessing from God.
"Natalia," Josh said drawing her attention back to the present. "Do you take Gus Aitoro to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, to honor and obey, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," she said firmly.
"Gus," the reverend continued. "Do you take Natalia Rivera to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, to honor and protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Nicky said, his voice only breaking a little.
"Do you have a ring?" the reverend asked.
Rafe fumbled in the small pocket of his suit vest and pulled out a gold band. He handed it to his father.
"Say after me, 'with this ring, I do wed'," Josh said.
"With this ring, I do wed," Nicky repeated and slipped the band on Natalia's finger.
"Then, by the power vested in me by God, the church and the Territory of Dakota, I do hereby declare you man and wife." Josh's face broke into a big smile. "Congratulations, Marshal and Mrs. Aitoro."
"Huzzah!" Someone called from the guests and the cheer was echoed by the rest.
"Huzzah!"
With the continuing good weather, they had decided to hold the reception outdoors behind the church and Natalia was surprised to see the construction materials had been cleared aside and tables made from planks and sawhorses had been set up and were covered in platters of food and drink. The rotund figure of the best cook in Deadwood was directing the two serving girls who worked for her. Natalia's stomach growled in anticipation. Leaving Nicky for the moment, she went up to the black woman.
"Thank you so much, Aunt Lou," she said, leaning forward and bussing the woman's cheek. Aunt Lou always smelled of warm bread and exotic spices and she was one of Natalia's favorite people in town.
"Now don't you worry none about that Miss Rivera," the woman said. "Oh! I done plumb forgot. It's Miz Aitoro now."
Natalia smiled. "I suppose it is," she said, the words warming her heart. Then an idea struck her and she grinned as she leaned in close to the other woman. "How about your recipe for peach cobbler as a wedding gift?"
"Now, now, you know I don't mess with no recipes, Miz Aitoro. It's all just a handful o' this and a handful o' that." The big woman's grin matched Natalia's as she whispered conspiratorially. "You know that seasoning, the one known by some as Jamaican pepper?"
Natalia nodded. "Yes, it's also called all spice," she said.
"That's the one! Praise Jesus!" Aunt Lou said. "A lil pinch o' that and a dash o' nutmeg might do your cobbler just fine."
"Thank you, Aunt Lou," Natalia said, knowing she had just received the secret ingredients for the woman's famous cobbler.
She turned when she felt a hand on her elbow.
"Mama," Rafe said. "Mr. Aitoro requests your presence in front of the church. The newspaperman has his camera ready."
Natalia sighed, but followed her son. "How do I look?" she asked.
"Not a hair out of place, Mama," he said.
The Pioneer's publisher was fiddling with his camera equipment as an amused Nicky looked on.
"Ah, thank you very much for your consideration, Mrs. Aitoro," Merrick said when they approached. "I think if you and the marshal stand near the church's steps, we would have the best light."
"Certainly," she agreed. "However, I was wondering if I can impose on your good nature and ask you to take a second photograph of my husband and I with Rafael. I would, of course, pay you for it."
"A family portrait on such a happy occasion!" he exclaimed clapping his hands together. "Mrs. Aitoro, I would be delighted to perform such a happy service for your family. Delighted! And of course, I shall in no way accept any payment from you."
The photograph for the newspaper was quickly taken then Rafe moved to stand on her opposite side as Merrick readied the second plate.
"I've never had my photograph taken before," Rafe commented as they waited.
"I assure you, son, it is not a painful process, despite your good mother's reluctance," Nicky said in a serious tone, but his mustache twitched in amusement.
Rafe gave his father a hard look.
Natalia chuckled and stood stiff as Merrick indicated he was ready.
Once back at the reception, Natalia picked at the plate of food Nicky had handed her. The food was, as usual, exquisite, but her stomach was too excited after the events of the day to digest well. She took a few more bites, then handed her plate to Rafe who made quick work of emptying it.
As the guests finished their meal, the sun set and the reverend lit the torches. The area became quite festive in the torchlight as the musicians tuned their instruments.
"Now that we've fucking ate, I say it's time we fucking dance," Jane called out in her rough voice and the people roared laughter. Jane slapped one of the players on the back. The friendly contact nearly caused the hefty man to stumble to his knees. "Start the fucking music, cocksucker!" Jane ordered.
The music began and the party really got underway as more people, even strangers to her and Nicky, joined the festivities. Natalia danced with her new husband and son and also took a turn with Sheriff Bullock and Deputy Cooper. After dancing with Remy Boudreau, she asked him to fetch a cool drink and waited near the fence close to the street as the deputy went to get it.
"Here you go, Natalia," the tall man said as he handed her a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you," she said, taking a long drink of the sweet and tart beverage.
"Sure," he said with a smile. "Congratulations, by the way. I'm very happy for you."
"No hard feelings?" she asked, knowing that even though she had not been serious about him, he had been about her.
"No, of course not," he said. "Besides, Christina is the best thing to happen to me since you broke my heart." The last was said in a tone that Natalia knew hadn't been too heartbroken.
"She's a good woman," Natalia said.
Before Remy could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted. "So Natalia," Alan Spaulding drawled in the way that always set Natalia's teeth on edge. "Here you are only married for a few hours and already you're without your husband and drinking with niggers."
"Alan," Natalia scolded, then turned to the deputy. "I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize for him, ma'am," he said ignoring Alan. "I've been called worse by far better cocksuckers than him."
"Don't think that badge is enough to protect you, boy," Alan warned.
"Don't think your money is enough to protect you, asshole," Remy retorted and Natalia admired his backbone.
"What are you doing here, Alan?" Nicky said from her side. She welcomed his presence.
Alan turned his gaze away from the deputy to his son. "Mr. Li and I were passing by when we heard the celebration," he explained and Natalia could see the imposing Chinese man standing across the street holding the reins for their horses.
"And that gives you leave to insult my guests?" Nicky asked.
Alan looked around at the people crowding the backyard of the church and into the street. "It seems your guests include drunkards, reprobates, niggers and whores," he commented.
"Then I'm sure you'll fit right in if you'd care to join us," Nicky said and Natalia suppressed a laugh.
Alan frowned. "I have business to conduct," he said haughtily. "I have no time for frivolities. Enjoy your wedding night, son. Of course, you have before and the good Lord only knows who else, her being spoiled goods and all."
Nicky moved forward, but Remy held him back. "He ain't worth it, man," the deputy said.
"Remy's right, Nick," Natalia said, putting a hand on her husband's arm. Then she turned to her new father-in-law. "Better to be spoiled goods than an arrogant and pompous cocksucker."
Alan's mouth dropped open in surprise and Natalia heard Remy snigger. Alan turned to Nicky again. "Well son, you have made your bed and now you have to lie in it," he said and put his hat on his head. He turned and walked to where Li waited. Still laughing, Remy went back to the party.
"My apologies, my dear," Nicky said to her.
"It's all right," she said, shaking her head at the apology. "My father would not be any more civil to you either." She took his large hand in hers. "But it's all right. We now have our own family."
He nodded, his handsome face ruddy in the torchlight. "More dancing, my dear?" he asked.
After a moment, she shook her head. "No," she said with a slow smile. "May we perhaps, instead, retire to Company?" She left unspoken her desire for another form of exercise.
"Of course," he answered, returning her smile. "I'll have Rafe bring around the buckboard."
While he went to find their son, Natalia went to give her thanks to Jewel for being her maid of honor and to Joanie and Jane for attending to her. Joanie's whispered suggestion on how quickly Nicky could get her out of the dress made Natalia blush, but she did file away the advice for later.
By the time Rafe pulled the wagon up to the front of the church, most of the crowd had followed her and Nicky to see them off. The newlyweds sat on a bench in the back of the buckboard holding hands and waving to their well-wishers as Rafe urged the horse into motion. The ride to the boarding house was short, but festive, as people in the streets offered congratulations to the marshal as well as ribald advice on his performance concerning the wedding night. Despite the chill in the night air, Natalia's face was hot with embarrassment and excitement.
As they passed the Gem, Natalia's eyes locked with those of Al Swearengen's. The brothel owner was leaning against his balcony in a relaxed pose and Natalia could see he was rolling a toothpick around in his mouth. Just before she turned her gaze away, he bowed his head, perhaps in congratulations or maybe even admiration, although for what Natalia could not imagine. She squeezed Nicky's hand a bit tighter and felt his squeeze back in response.
Rafe stopped the wagon in front of a quiet Company, most of the popular eatery's guests enjoying the food and party at the church. Nicky bounded over the side and, placing his strong hands on her waist, easily swung her to the ground.
"Bring the buckboard back here at sunup, Rafe," Nicky said.
Their son's teeth gleamed whitely in the flickering firelight. "Let me offer my sincere doubts that either of you shall make an appearance prior to mid-morning," he joked.
"Don't insult your mother, you cheeky bastard," Nicky said and Natalia knew he was amused at their son's good-natured jibing rather than angry.
"Not anymore I'm not," Rafe laughed. "And it only took you seventeen years, you lazy cocksucker."
"Rafe," Natalia admonished, but secretly she was pleased at their banter.
"Sorry, Mama," he apologized with a grin. "Seriously, I'm very happy for you both."
"Thank you, mi hijo," she said.
"Don't stay out too late," Nicky said.
"I won't," Rafe promised and snapped the reins. "Good night."
Nicky led her through the dim dining room and up the stairs to her room. She opened the door, but he stopped her from entering with a hand to her arm. She turned to him questioningly and then laughed in delight as he picked her up and carried her over the threshold.
In a dark and cold barn on a small farmstead some miles outside of Deadwood, green eyes flashed angrily as their hungry owner huddled under several musty and scratchy horse blankets. The woman shifted in a futile attempt to get more comfortable. After pulling away a stray stalk of hay that had been poking her in the ass, Olivia settled back and sighed in frustration.
"Fucking cunt," she muttered.
Her mare nickered.
"Not you, stupid."
In a large building which had served as the Lawrence County Courthouse since the original structure was destroyed in the fire of '79, three imposing men sat around a plain wooden table.
Alan Spaulding motioned to the fourth man standing behind his chair. Mr. Li stepped forward and produced two large and heavy pouches. He dropped them on to the table in front of the other two men. The gold-laden bags landed with a heavy thump.
"Now gentlemen," Alan began. "Shall we get down to business?"
Gus had some while ago determined that when he finally got Natalia in bed after her ridiculous waiting period, that he would be the perfect gentleman and make sure that her needs were attended to before even thinking about any of his own.
However, he found that with a nearly nude Natalia sitting astride his hips and sliding her dripping cunt along the shaft of his cock, that it took all of his will to keep lying there and not flip her over and fuck her into the mattress. His breathing hitched as the lace on the bottom of her black silk camisole tickled his abdomen.
Gus felt his wife shiver as Natalia rubbed her clit over the head of his cock, her hips jerking under his clenching hands. She obviously felt the movement, because she looked down at him. Her eyes were dark and glittering in the low light from the oil lamp. Gus watched in fascination as a bead of sweat slowly made its way from her temple down her flushed cheek until it splashed against his chest.
"Oh God," he croaked as she shuddered again against his cock.
"Sit up," she commanded and he eagerly obeyed. Natalia repositioned herself, wrapping her legs around him and sitting in his lap. Gus's face was now parallel with her gorgeous breasts and he couldn't resist taking a plump and juicy nipple in his mouth, the texture of her camisole a pleasant contrast against his tongue. Natalia threw her head back in pleasure.
"¡Ay Dios mio!" she cried. "Please be inside me, Nicky."
Happy to oblige, Gus lifted her until she was position over his cock and then he lowered her slowly until she took all of him inside her. He thought that she had never felt so tight since he had taken her virginity so long ago. The sensation of her hot and slippery cunt engulfing his prick, nearly caused him to come undone, but he forced himself to remain in control for her sake.
"Natalia," he panted against her breasts, his eyes squeezed shut.
She clutched at his head tightly, her nails scratching painfully against his scalp was a welcome distraction.
"Tell me," he gasped. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck," she squeaked, the air hissing through her teeth. "Hard."
Nearly out of his mind, he used his strength to flip them over until she was lying on her back. As he began to pump inside her, Natalia grasped the brass posts of the headboard and used the leverage to push against him. Gus grasped one of her thighs and held it tight against him as he fucked her as hard and as deep as he could.
"Oh god, yes!" she cried, the walls of her cunt contacting spasmodically around him.
Although Gus had his eyes firmly clenched shut, he saw red as his orgasm overtook him. He continued to thrust inside her until his cock began to soften, then he collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of her.
Natalia's cunt continued to cling to him in aftershocks that gradually tapered off. Eventually, Gus became aware that her arms were wrapped around his back and her legs entangled with his.
"So fucking good," Natalia sighed in contentment.
"God yes," he said. Realizing his weight might be too much, he rolled on to his back. Natalia followed and cuddled against him, her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest.
"So that's what it's like when it's legal," she quipped.
Gus chuckled. "That's what it's like," he agreed. He ran a hand up her arm and felt her flesh rise in goosebumps. "Cold?" he asked.
She nodded and he reached down to pull the covers over them.
"Thank you," she said and snuggled deeper into him. "Nicky?"
"Hmm?" he said sleepily.
"Do you want to have more children?" she asked.
His eyes, which had been half closed, snapped open. "Oh," he said.
She looked up at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "That was silly of me. We already have a son."
"No, Natalia, no, that's not it at all," he said. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have expected you'd want more children, but honey, I can't."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Harley wanted more children also and we tried for a long time, but it never happened," he explained. "Finally I spoke with old Doc Cochran about it and he asked me if any of the kids had come down with the swelling sickness. Zach had it when he was seven and I got sick, too. Doc told me that sometimes when it happens in adult males, it causes sterility and that I probably can't sire any more children. I'm afraid that Rafe is the only child I'll have of my own."
Natalia was silent for a while. "It's all right, Nicky," she said. "We're married and we have son. I'm happy."
He smiled and hugged her tighter. "Me too," he said. He leaned in to kiss her. She responded eagerly to him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. After a few minutes of exploring each other's mouths, he felt her hand on his cock.
"Too soon?" she asked wistfully.
"Not as young as I used to be, darling," he said with a wry shrug. "But what kind of cocksucker would I be if I didn't take care of my new bride?"
Natalia gave him a sultry smile and lazily rolled over onto her back, pushing the blanket to the side. As he watched, she undid the laces on her camisole and allowed it to fall open to fully expose her perfect breasts. He leaned over to nuzzle them and she giggled.
"Tickles," she said. "You were clean shaven when we first met."
"Uh huh," he nodded, sliding his mustache over her nipples, which immediately hardened. "Shall I shave it off?"
"Don't," she said, breathing harder.
He moved his way down her torso, kissing every bit of skin he encountered and tracing the faint lines left behind from her pregnancy. "Shall we see what else it can tickle?" he asked.
"Please, Nicky," she panted and lifted her hips to meet his mouth.
Gus remembered the first time he had done this to her. He and his friends had talked about such things with the tougher guys always denying they did it, but Gus knew they lied. When he and Natalia had become lovers, he was eager to go down on her and now he was overjoyed to discover she tasted even sweeter than he remembered.
"Oh Nicky," Natalia cried as his tongue found her clit and began to massage it.
She arched her back giving him even better access to her cunt. He spread her thighs even more and she grabbed his head in encouragement.
"God, yes," she said, her juices flowing even more. "Right there, Nicky."
By this time, Natalia's clit was throbbing under his tongue and he sucked it hard into his mouth.
"Oh god, yes!" she yelled, her body nearly arching off the bed as she came in his mouth.
Gus continued to lick at her as she rode out her orgasm. Finally, with a wide grin on his face, he looked up at her.
"Come here," she said weakly, twitching a finger.
He climbed back up her body and with one hand she grabbed the back of his neck, kissing him hard.
"God, you're fucking good," she whispered, licking his wet mustache.
"And you're fucking perfect, my dear," he said and laid back down next to her.
"Thank you," she said and curled up into his side.
Gus smiled in contentment as he felt himself drift off to sleep.
The party at the church was just beginning to wind down, Joanie Stubbs noted as she finished dancing with Charlie and Jane like they had been all night.
Charlie was short of breath from the exercise. "You'll have to forgive me, ladies, but I'm done in with the dancing," he said.
"As am I, Charlie," she said and then turned to Jane. "Are you ready to go home, Jane?"
"I fucking am if you are," Jane answered.
"I'll be glad to give you a ride home," Charlie said. "If you will pardon me for a minute, I'll be right back."
"Sure, Charlie," Joanie said. She smiled at Jane and took her hand. "Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Most fun I've had being almost entirely sober in a fucking long time," Jane said.
"Thank you for that, by the way," Joanie said. "Not drinking, I mean."
"Oh, I fucking drank," Jane admitted. "Just not up to my usual drunken standards."
"Still, I appreciate it," Joanie said.
Jane eyed her. "I seem to remember someone promising to make it worth my while if I did not pass out drunk tonight."
"Hmm," Joanie said, thoughtfully. "I seem to remember something like that as well. So Jane, what's your pleasure?"
Jane smiled and blushed at the same time. "Ready to go?" she asked.
Joanie nodded in agreement. Still holding hands, they left the party and found Charlie with his wagon waiting for them. Jane helped Joanie into the wagon, and then allowed Charlie to help her up, albeit with a glare.
Charlie ignored Jane and climbed up into the wagon. He took the reins and set off for the saloon.
A short time later, Charlie pulled up in front of Boston West and jumped down to help them from the wagon.
"Why don't you stay a bit, Charlie?" Joanie invited. "Tess likes some prick now and then and I'm sure she'll be glad to entertain you."
"Uh, no, thank you. I'm just going to head back to the freight office," he said. "But I appreciate the offer though."
"Suit yourself," Joanie said. "Night, Charlie. Thanks for the escort."
"My pleasure," he said tipping his hat. "Good night. Night, Jane."
Jane merely grunted in reply.
Mose Manuel was standing at the door to the building, his shotgun over his shoulder. "Evening, Miss Stubbs. Evening, Jane," he said. "Miss Rivera get wed all right?"
"She was one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen," Joanie answered. "You should have come."
"Oh no, ma'am," he said. "That's no place for the likes of me."
"Good play, Giganto," Jane said. "Don't want to scare half the people in the town, especially the children."
"Jane," Joanie said and Jane glared at Mose. "Any trouble?" she asked her night watchman.
"No, ma'am," he answered. "It's been quiet."
"Well, I expect it'll pick up some now that the party is over."
"I'll keep watch," Mose said and opened the door for them.
"Good night, Mose," Joanie said.
Jane gave Mose a look of triumph as if to gloat over the fact that they'll be sleeping in a warm bed while Mose might catch a few winks out in the cold or, if the temperature fell below freezing, by the stove in the kitchen. However, Joanie knew that Mose was not bothered by such things. Ever since he had survived multiple gunshot wounds, Mose had changed his life around and petty discomforts no longer concerned him. Joanie also knew that Jane's attitude toward him was also an affectation. Over the years, Jane had come to respect his quiet and unassuming dedication and loyalty to the two women who had nursed him back to health.
Inside Boston West, Joanie automatically scanned her eyes around her establishment. Her three girls were mingling with few customers present. As Mose had said, it was a quiet night and Joanie was all right with that. She wanted some private time with Jane and didn't want to be distracted by business.
Lila came over to them. "Hey Joanie, Jane," she greeted. The dark-haired woman was dressed in her usual working clothes, basically sultry under garments and Joanie automatically scanned the woman's eyes for signs she was high. Lila was clean, as she had been for some time now. "Did you gals have a good time at the wedding?"
"It was lovely," Joanie said.
"We danced all fucking night," Jane added.
"Ain't that sweet?" Lila said with a smile.
"Any dates lined up?" Joanie asked.
"Not a one," Lila answered with a shrug.
"That's okay," Joanie said. Boston West's specialist customers came to them and paid a premium for the services provided. "You girls just amuse yourselves as you will. Jane and I are going to bed and don't wish to be disturbed."
"Sure thing, Joanie," Lila said. "Have fun."
"We will," Joanie said and noticed that Jane's face was blushing furiously.
Joanie smiled to herself as she pulled Jane by the hand up the stairs to their room. Inside, she locked the door as Jane lit the oil lamp and then closed the curtains. When Jane turned around, Joanie was standing near the bed looking at her.
"Jane," Joanie said softly and the other woman closed the distance between them in two quick strides.
"Joanie," Jane said softly and Joanie closed her eyes as Jane's warm breath kissed her face. It was fragrant with the scent of Aunt Lou's pies, lemonade and just a small hint of whiskey. A second later, she felt Jane's warm lips on hers and she wrapped a hand around the other woman's neck to pull her closer.
Joanie loved it when Jane took the initiative. In the beginning, Jane never did, but Joanie, not wanting to pressure the skittish woman, always waited until Jane asked. Now that they had been together for some time, Jane was not as shy as she used to be, much to Joanie's delight.
Jane deepened the kiss, making Joanie's head swim. After a few minutes, Joanie pulled away and looked at her lover. Jane's face showed not only her desire, but a hint of wonderment as if, even after all this time, she could not believe that Joanie wanted her. And Joanie did indeed want her. She had never wanted anyone like she wanted Jane Cannary, even with her rough ways and drunken binges. Jane had come into her life at time when Joanie was ready to give up and had given her a reason to live. Joanie would forever love her for that sweet gift.
"Help me undress, Jane?" she asked against Jane's sweet lips.
"All right," Jane said, her voice husky.
As Jane began to unfasten the many buttons of her gown, Joanie watched Jane's eyes. They began to darken as more of Joanie's body was revealed and Jane's actions became less hesitant and more confident. Bold Jane never failed to excite Joanie.
When Jane had stripped her and removed her boots, Joanie laid back on the bed, feeling the luxurious buffalo fur of Wild Bill's robe against her back. Jane made quick work of removing her own clothing, only fumbling a bit because she never took her eyes off of Joanie waiting for her on the bed.
When she was nude, Jane paused as she placed one knee on the bed and asked, "Do you want me to…uh…wear the…you know?"
Joanie looked at her lover and smiled. "The 'you know'?" she teased.
Jane's face flushed brightly. "You know what I fucking mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean," Joanie said, letting Jane off the hook. "No dildo tonight, honey. I only want you inside me, if that's okay with you?"
Jane climbed the rest of the way on the bed and lay down on top of Joanie. "That's more than fucking okay with me," she said and kissed Joanie hard.
Joanie wrapped her legs around Jane's strong back. "I love you, Jane."
"Oh god," Jane breathed as Joanie began to move underneath her. "I fucking love you, too, Joanie."
Bright sunlight streamed through the window as Natalia looked down at the thoroughfare. Nicky had gone downstairs to get them some coffee and had been gone some time. She wrapped her shawl around her and was about to go investigate, when the door to her room slammed open causing Natalia to jump. Nicky barreled through the door and closed it with a bang.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Olivia's missing," he said, his face grim. He pushed his suspenders off so he could don his shirt. "Bullock thinks she's been snatched by Phillip. He and Charlie are heading to the ranch. I need to hurry to catch up with them."
"Oh shit," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "Nicky, no, the Spauldings don't have Olivia."
He stopped dressing and looked at her. "How do you know that?" he asked.
Natalia took a deep breath. "She's at some farm outside of town," she said, hesitant to confess more to her husband.
"You mean the one near Black Tail?" On her nod, he asked, "What the fuck is she doing there?"
"She sent you a note yesterday asking you to meet her there," she explained. "She was going to seduce you to keep you from marrying me."
"I see," he said, slowly as if digesting her words. "Not that she would have succeeded, but why is she still there?"
"I locked her in the barn," she reluctantly admitted and her face flushed with embarrassment. In retrospect, her actions seemed childish even to herself.
"You what?" he exclaimed, his face shocked.
"She was going to ruin our wedding, Nicky," she said.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay, but I was not going to have that woman spoil my day." She was getting angry now. Nicky was her husband and should not be taking sides against her.
"Natalia, you've only been here a year," he said. "This time of year the weather can turn in an instant. She could have frozen to death."
"Well, look outside!" she said flinging her arm in the direction of the window. "It's not freezing and I'm sure she's fine.
He finished buttoning his vest and picked up his gun belt. "You have no idea what you've done, Natalia."
"Then why don't you fucking tell me?" she demanded.
He shook his head as he buckled the belt around his waist. "I can't talk to you right now, Natalia," he said, his eyes flashing dangerously. He pulled on his coat and hat. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs."
"Where are we going?"
"To get Olivia, where else?" he opened the door. "I'm going to see if Rafe brought around the fucking buckboard. Hurry up." He slammed the door behind him.
With shaking hands, Natalia started to dress.
The ride to the farmstead was, Natalia thought, extremely uncomfortable. She had tried several times to engage Nicky in conversation, but he kept his gaze on the trail ahead. She had never felt so ill at ease with him since she had arrived in Deadwood and discovered he had a wife and family.
She pulled her coat tighter around her, more to ward off his coldness rather than against the temperature. Nicky turned the horse off the trail and onto the drive leading to the farmstead.
"It's pretty here," she commented, not expecting him to answer.
He gritted his teeth. "Glad you fucking like it."
"Nicky!" she said angrily. "I understand you're angry with me, but I am still your wife and I expect some fucking respect."
Nicky breathed deeply through his nose as his jaw clenched spasmodically. Finally, he said simply, "My apologies."
"Thank you," she said quietly.
He guided the horse up to the house and with a quick leap, jumped down from the wagon and hurried to the barn. By the time Natalia climbed down, he had removed the post holding the double doors closed. Olivia rushed out of the barn and into Nicky's arms.
"Oh Gus," Olivia cried, holding him tightly with her head buried in his neck. Natalia felt her stomach churn with jealousy.
Nicky allowed the contact for a few minutes, then removed her arms and stepped back. Olivia glanced up and spotted Natalia still standing near the buckboard.
"You fucking bitch!" Olivia ran quickly forward. "I should fucking kill you."
Nicky rushed to intercept her, putting himself between the two woman.
"I'm sorry," Natalia said, bracing herself.
"You're sorry?" Olivia exclaimed. "You're fucking sorry?"
"Olivia, stop," Nicky said. "I've got some bad news."
Natalia's heart nearly stopped. She had suspected there was something he hadn't told her.
"Oh my God, Emma," Olivia said and turned back to the barn where, Natalia saw, her horse was already saddled.
"No, Emma's fine," Nicky said. "She's with Frank and Remy at the Beacon."
Olivia stopped and turned to him. "Why? What happened?"
"Commissioner Jarry was here yesterday," Nicky said.
Natalia searched her memory at the familiar name. She recalled he was politician Nicky had arranged to meet with Olivia regarding Phillip.
"He went to the Beacon, but you weren't there," Nicky continued. "Then he met with Alan and Judge Russo."
Olivia glanced at Natalia and then back to Nicky. "Go on." Her voice held a note of danger that Natalia had never heard before.
"Alan bribed Jarry to have all of the charges against Phillip dropped," he answered. "Bullock also said that Alan filed a petition on Phillip's behalf with Russo to have custody of Emma transferred to him."
"Can he fucking do that?" Olivia asked.
"He can and he will," Nicky said. "Russo would have done it right away, but according to the law, he's required to hear from you first."
Natalia watched as Olivia stood staring at Nicky. Then, before either of them could react, Olivia closed the distance between them and swung her hand against Natalia's face in a powerful smack, nearly knocking her to the ground.
"You fucking cunt!" Olivia screamed. She went to strike Natalia again, but was stopped by Nicky.
Natalia's vision was blurred and she tasted blood in her mouth. She held a shocked hand to where Olivia's hand had contacted with her cheek.
"Olivia, stop it!" Nicky said, wrestling with the enraged woman.
"I swear, you bitch, if anything happens to Emma, I'll fucking kill you," Olivia yelled. "Do you hear me?"
"I hear you," she said woodenly and spat blood onto the ground.
"Calm down, Olivia," Nicky said.
"Calm down?" Olivia asked. "Calm down? That cocksucker Phillip is free to come and go as he fucking pleases and you want me to calm down?"
"Olivia, I am so sorry," she started but the angry woman cut her off.
"Congratulations, you fucking cunt," Olivia spat. "You got the ring, the dress, the man. It's only going to cost me my daughter. I hope it was fucking worth it." She shook off Nicky's hold and stalked over to her mare. The agitated horse shied around before Olivia got control of her and she climbed into the saddle. She wheeled the horse over to them.
"Oh, and Natalia," she said. "You're fucking fired. I see your cunt face at the Beacon and I'll fucking shoot you for a trespasser."
Natalia just stood there and bit her lip.
"Where are you going, Olivia?" Nicky asked.
"I need Emma," she said and spurred her horse into motion.
They silently watched as Olivia rode away.
"What's going to happen with Phillip?" she asked. "Can he really take Emma away from Olivia?"
"Oh, so now you're concerned about Olivia?" he asked, turning to her.
"How many ways do you want me to say I'm sorry?" she asked."I did not mean for this to happen."
"Fine, you didn't mean to hurt her, but what about us?"
"Us?" she asked.
"Yes, us," he answered. "You don't trust me. How many times do I have to tell you over and over again that Olivia and I are just friends? That's all."
"You're not just a friend to her, Nick," she said, feeling reluctant tears forming in her eyes. "And she tried to ruin our wedding day."
"So you lock her in a barn?" he sputtered. "Do you think she could have actually stopped me from saying 'I do'? Is that what you think?"
"It was our wedding day and I wanted it to be perfect," she said.
"I don't know, maybe this is my fault," he said and she frowned. "Maybe being with me makes you selfish and cruel. You were never like this before, Natalia. What is it about Olivia Spencer that brings out this side of you?"
"I'm not the girl you knew in Chicago," she said, ignoring his question. "I've come a long way since then and I've made mistakes, but it's only because I've wanted to marry you so much."
"Well, you got what you wanted, Natalia," he said. "We're married." He turned his back and started toward the wagon. "Oh and by the way, welcome home," he said over his shoulder.
She looked at him. "What?"
He waved an arm around. "This," he said. "The farmstead, the house, the barn." The sarcasm dripped from his mouth on the last word. "It's all yours."
"Mine?"
"It's a wedding gift," he said. "From me to you. I hope you enjoy it." He climbed up into the driver's seat of the wagon.
"Where are you going?" she asked automatically, too shocked to say anything else.
"Back to Deadwood," he said. "I've got to see what I can do to undo what my cocksucking father has done. The pantry is fully stocked and I'll send Rafe back with the wagon and your things from your room at Company. You'd best stay out of town for a while, at least until Olivia has a chance to cool off. I don't doubt she would shoot you at this point and not that I fucking blame her."
"You're not coming back?" she asked.
"No, Natalia," he said. "I need to stay close to Emma."
"And Olivia," she spat out bitterly.
He let out a rueful chuckle. "Oh, don't worry, my dear," he said. "I'm not going to fuck Olivia Spencer, no matter how insecure you are. I said my vows and I fully intend to fucking honor them, but I owe this to Olivia. You owe this to Olivia."
"Nicky, please don't go," she begged, looking up at him.
"My name is Gus," he said and Natalia's heart clenched in agony. "Enjoy your new home, Natalia," he continued. "I'll move in when this business with Phillip is over." He snapped the reins and the horse pulled away.
Natalia followed the wagon for several feet and then stopped when it picked up speed and drove away. Tears flowed freely down her bruised face as she stood watching her husband ride away to be with another woman.
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