The sight of blood gushing from the boy’s forehead caused Jennifer to become slightly light-headed. She normally didn’t have a weak stomach, but there appeared to be a lot of blood. Jennifer was convinced from the amount of blood that she saw that the boy was going to die. Trying to keep calm was difficult for her, and the screams she heard coming from a woman she assumed to be the boy’s mother certainly did not help. However, the boy was rather brave throughout the entire incident.
“Sorry, Pa,” the boy murmured. “I thought I had ’em.” The young man had been trying to help his father hitch the mule team. However, one mule in particular had other plans. Just as the boy had a rope around the mule’s neck, it reared back and kicked him in the head with his front hoof. Fortunately, the boy rolled out of the way of the second hoof.
“You!” The angry father pointed to Jennifer. “Boy! Get down and help my boy while I catch that mule! Well? Ya gonna just sit there staring at me like an idiot?” Jennifer stared at the man, dumbfounded. She started to shakily climb down from the wagon, but D.J. climbing into the seat from the back of the wagon and stopped her with his hand on her shoulder.
“My brother isn’t feeling well, mister, and he can’t talk. I’ll help your boy.” D.J. jumped down and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressed it against the boy’s head to stem the flow of blood from the wound. “Mister, the boy seems to be okay. It’s just a flesh wound,” D.J. said as he helped the boy up into his own wagon.
“Well, he can get his ass down and help me with this team!” the man yelled as he struggled to get the mules hitched to the wagon.
Wordlessly, D.J. helped the boy lay down in the back of his own wagon, and then he walked over to the man and helped him control the mule and hitch him to the wagon with the rest of the team. However, this did not seem to impress the angry father as he yelled, “Where in the hell is that boy? I get done here, I am going to whoop him!”
“I’m not one to tell you your business, but,” said D.J. as he leaned in to the man and said something that only the angry father could hear. It must have had the desired effect as the boy’s father glanced hastily at his wagon and then back to D.J. He solemnly nodded his head and quietly climbed into his wagon, shot an angry glance at his wife as she sat next to him sobbing, and without saying another word to either D.J. or his son snapped his reins and urged his team forward to take his place in line.
D.J. walked back to their wagon, climbed up to the seat, sat next to Jennifer, and grabbed the reins. “You okay?” he asked. Jennifer, knowing that she was not supposed to talk when they were in the presence of others simply nodded. It was probably a good thing. She was not sure that she could have found the words. Though she was speechless, she was curious as to what D.J. could have said to the angry man to make him stop yelling and threatening his son.
As if reading her mind, D.J. simply said, “I pointed out the obvious to him. Nothing more,” D.J. said. It was clear that, right at that moment, he was not going to say any more on the subject. Jennifer was even more intrigued by this man of mystery, her savior, her lover. Though the road was going to be long and hard, Jennifer found herself looking forward to the trip. With a flick of the reins, their journey was officially started.
Jennifer made sure that she kept her hat down over her face as D.J. maneuvered the wagon out of town. D.J. had situated their wagon to be the last in line. Though it meant that a lot of dust was going to be something with which they would have to contend, Jennifer knew that it would also help her keep her secret. Not many travelers would be willing to make their way to the last wagon unless there was some sort of emergency. It just was not the desirable place to be for most travelers.
“How far will we go today?” Jennifer asked D.J. Though it was something that she did want to know, she also felt a need to make small talk. She could not imagine going five months without talking with D.J., even if it was simply a question here and there.
“I think we should probably make it about ten miles. It all depends on how the grass is doing. It’s only April twenty-nine. The prairie grass may not have had a good start. I guess we’ll follow the lead.” D.J. answered her question matter-of-factly. He did not seem annoyed with her talking, and that pleased her. It would be a very long trip if he did not want her to ask any questions at all.
“We should be at the Hollenberg Station in about five days,” D.J. added. “We can do a supply check and replace any dried goods that we have used at that point. I think that’s how we should handle things. Replenish every time we reach a station or fort. For the miles between, we can hunt or gather roots and berries.” Jennifer was so relieved that D.J. had a plan. She realized that she, herself, really did not have much of a plan other than to make it to The Promised Land with her peignoir.
She laid her clothes, boots, and bindings on the edge of the shore next to the bucket she had brought for water. She began rubbing her sore breasts as she walked toward the edge of the water. She debated about walking gingerly into the water, testing the temperature as she did. However, she realized that if she did that, she may back out of taking the plunge. She knew she would not forgive herself if she didn’t take advantage of this opportunity. With that thought in mind, Jennifer jumped into the pool. As she had suspected, the water was cold, but it was not uncomfortably so. Though it gave her a chance to wash the dust off of her body, it was also exactly what her aching muscles needed. She didn’t realize how sore one could get simply by riding in a wagon for over nine hours a day.
Standing in the middle of the pool, Jennifer took in her surroundings. It was as if she were in a world all alone. The only sounds she heard were the occasional bird flying overhead, and the gentle lapping of the water at the edge of the pool.
Jennifer cupped the water and allowed it to slip slowly through her fingers. She enjoyed the sound of the droplets of water slowly hitting the water. She reached out her hand and began making trails of ripples around the pool watching them as they traveled one by one to the edge, being careful to not splash water on her clothes. She cast a quick glance at her clothing and the bucket. Being assured that they were still dry in their place, she decided to allow herself to slip under the water and swim around. Feeling the cold water all around her naked body was exhilarating. Jennifer knew that her time was limited, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity. She didn’t know when she would have another.
When she finally surfaced, she looked up and saw the sun peeking through the treetops. She wiped her short hair back and wiped the water off of her face, running her hands down her neck, trailing them down to her breasts, and outlined her nipples with her fingertips. Her body had missed being touched, and this simple movement awakened the desire in her that had brought her to this secluded area in the first place.
Jennifer waded next to the shore, finding a secluded area next to her clothing. Still in the shallow water, Jennifer got down on her knees and began massaging her breasts. While her left hand teased her nipples, her right hand trailed down to the soft, moist area between her legs. She began massaging her clitoris slowly, at first, but as the desire rose in her, she began moving faster, moving her hips up and down on top of the water. As her ass hit the water, the slapping sound reminded her of the sound of D.J.’s body slapping against hers. That sound was delicious to her, and it excited her even more. She began moving up and down even faster, rubbing her clitoris vigorously as she did.
“I knew you were avoiding me.” The sound of D.J.’s voice startled Jennifer so much that she fell back into the water. “Well now, that’s exactly how I want you. Don’t move,” he commanded as he began taking off his clothes.
Jennifer, still in shock from having D.J. find her, did as he said and didn’t move. She watched him as he slipped off his boots and socks, pulled off his pants and shirt, and walked to her in the water. As he kneeled down, he turned her so that her back was to the shore, laid her down, and looked intently into her eyes.
“I told you that we were going to find a way,” he said as his mouth met hers, softly and slowly. Though she knew that they were in very real danger of being discovered, at the moment, Jennifer didn’t care. She reached her hands up, intertwining her fingers in D.J.’s hair and wrapping her legs around his body. Wasting no time, D.J. thrust his hard cock into Jennifer. As he continued to slam into her, the water splashed around them.
“Oh, D.J., I missed having you fuck me,” Jennifer whispered softly in his ear.
D.J. moaned appreciatively and continued to move in and out of her quickly. He lifted her legs to place them over his shoulders in order to be able to penetrate her deeper. Jennifer grabbed her breasts and massaged them as D.J. continued to drive into her deeper and deeper. Jennifer felt D.J.’s body begin to shake, and she knew that he was close to climax. With two more thrusts, D.J. exploded with pleasure. Allowing Jennifer’s legs to slide down, he lay down on her, resting between her legs, and kissed her softly.
He put his hands on both sides of her face and looked into her eyes. “I will not go months without touching you again,” he vowed. Jennifer nodded at him in agreement. She knew that D.J. was right. She could not go without being with him, and today absolutely proved that point.