Liz's Revenge

Liz had washed Ben's cock like she would any cock that wanted to fuck her. She took off her negligee and lay down on the bed. Ben, who was a tall and bulky-looking man, lay down on top of her nimbly and lithely. He began to fuck slowly and deliberately, Liz closed her eyes because Ben was fucking very well and her thoughts wandered back to the past.

She was lying under the covers as usual and masturbating like her brother Bob in the other child's bed. She had been masturbating for a long time, but it was not an issue between her and Bob. She must have been about 13 at the time and Bob was a year younger. They both knew that the other masturbated, but they both did it under the covers, breathing heavily and panting, but they had never let the other see it. Of course they had shown and examined their genitals now and then, but it was not a particular issue.

She heard the heavy footsteps of her father, Thomas Crumble, on the stairs. He came up for the first time, quietly entering the child's room. He sat down on the bed next to Liz and pulled her covers away. He saw her finger resting on her stiff, swollen clit. He looked at his naked daughter from top to bottom, he had never seen her so naked. Her father was her great love at the time, she was crazy about him and fantasized about him and other boys when she masturbated.

Her father ran his fingers over her body, caressed her inner thighs and her pussy. Liz shivered with pleasure, he had never touched her so sexually before. He touched her finger. "Keep going, my love, I want to see it, I want to watch you." he said quietly. Bob just raised his head, he wanted to see it too, but secretly. "Should I keep going, Dad?" Liz asked uncertainly, "Do you really want to see it?" He nodded, "Yes!" Liz could smell the whiskey, he must have come from the saloon where he played every evening, that was his only job and the family income. Her mother lay in bed all day and spat blood, she had it on her lungs.

Liz hesitated. She barely moved her finger on her clit, but then she saw her father's greedy look. Now she was convinced that he wanted to see her masturbate. She started and watched him, he stared at her finger, at her clit. She usually masturbated with her eyes closed, but now she was watching him, her dearest Daddy. Her buttocks had been shaking for a while, then the orgasm broke out. She writhed and twisted as always, then it was over.

The father stood up, covered his daughter and kissed the top of her head. "Good night, my love!" he said and left. He came up two or three times a week until the next summer to watch her masturbate. Liz turned 14, her breasts began to bud, her labia were now always swollen and covered her clit. She began to take an interest in the boys at school and watched some of them rub their cocks and squirt. But she didn't touch a cock; her love was her father, who loved to watch her masturbate.

Her father lay down heavily next to her, he smelled strongly of whiskey. He had won big today and was in high spirits. "I'd love to fuck you, my love!" he stammered. Liz was just surprised and not at all shocked. "Okay," she said after a while. He repeated, "fuck, that's what I meant. I really want to fuck you, my little one!" Liz hugged her father lovingly. "Yes, Daddy, I said okay. Come and fuck me!" Liz didn't think about her mother for a moment.

He fiddled with his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. "Come on, lie on your back, spread your legs and put my cock in," he gasped. She grabbed his cock, it seemed huge to her. But she pushed it into her vaginal vestibule until it hit the hymen and then let it go, hugging her father. "I love you very much, Daddy!" she whispered. He pierced her hymen with a jerk, Liz felt a small sting. The drunken father didn't fuck her for very long and squirted inside her with a satisfied grunt. They didn't think about contraception, Liz didn't have her period yet. He got up and kissed her on the top of her head as usual. "Good night, my love!" he said and left.

Bob whispered. "He fucked you! Did he really fuck you?" he wanted to know. "Yes," Liz answered in a whisper, "he deflowered me and fucked me!" Bob asked after a while, "What does deflowering mean?" Liz explained it to him, he listened with his mouth open. "Can I see it?" he asked and Liz shrugged. Bob took the candle in his hand and spread her labia. "Indeed, I can only see a big hole, it goes right deep inside!" Liz mumbled that Daddy's cock was very big and had drilled the hole. They went to sleep.

When father wasn't too drunk, he came to Liz to fuck, almost every night. Sometimes Liz fell in love with a boy and let him fuck her, which was good for her soul. But nobody had a cock as big as Dad's. Liz was 17 when mother died and she was now running the household alone. Bob just begged a little and then she let him fuck her, every afternoon. Bob was a natural talent when it came to fucking. He had a strong sexual drive and would often fuck Liz three times in an afternoon. Liz was confused because now she was loving two men at the same time, Dad and Bob. She loved Bob's way of fucking her tenderly and gently. Dad, on the other hand, was hard and brutal when fucking, although he never really hurt her. Half a year later, Dad had won a considerable amount of money and announced that they would moving away from Boston to the West, to Dodge City, where gold was lying on the streets for him as a gambler. They didn't leave until 4 months later, so that Bob could finish school.

Liz found out that there were only two girls in her class who fucked their fathers. One of them didn't like to talk about it. Her father had taken advantage of her mother's absence and raped, deflowered and fucked her against her will. Every few weeks he took advantage of this opportunity and fucked her secretly. She had no one to compare him to, but she thought he was a very bad fucker. He mounted her and fucked her only briefly, then he squirted inside, proud as a peacock.

The second was much more talkative, she had seduced her father and not the other way around. From the very beginning she went naked into the parents' bedroom and threw herself at them with a war cry. She loved to cuddle with her parents, and she especially liked to rub her naked body against her father. Her mother had always scolded her when she snuggled up close to her father and masturbated with a naughty grin. She was rarely present when they were fucking. The mother always tried to scare her away, but she stuck out her tongue cheekily and stayed until they continued and had finished fucking. Later she lay on her back, spread her legs and shouted, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me too!" He was of course exhausted from fucking and did nothing of the sort. But she annoyed the parents always and sometimes the mother shouted, "Fuck her now, Edy, so she'll shut up!" This happened more and more often until the father got a hard cock and lay between her thighs. The mother shouted, "Well, do it now, fuck her and shut her mouth!" The father was actually much too cowardly, he was a little afraid of the mother. But when she kept repeating that he should finally fuck her, he did it, because this time he had become quite horny when he was lying between her thighs, his cock tapping her cunt. He pierced her hymen and it didn't hurt at all. He fucked her for a very long time, because he had just used up all his ammunition. She was very surprised because she could feel every single jet as he squirted inside. Her mother watched in amazement, she had never thought that Edy had really done it! Since then, her father had to decide every evening whether he wanted to fuck his wife or his daughter. Her mother hated her ever since.

Dodge City was really a gold mine. Dad earned a lot of money at the gaming tables, he dressed like a westerner, wore a nice cowboy hat and a silver revolver in a holster. He also bought Bob a revolver. Bob practiced drawing a revolver every day, he had an old prairie rider show him how. He lined up empty bottles and practiced drawing and shooting. They lived in a fancy hotel and Liz started talking to the barmaids. After a few weeks she was working in the saloon across the street as a bar hostess and earned her own money, which she took to the bank. She was soon hardened and let the guests grope her, touch her bare skin, her breasts and her pussy. It was clear to everyone that touching her pussy was much more expensive than touching her breasts. If someone was very nice and paid good, she went with him into the dark corridor or behind the house and let him fuck her standing up. Papa was usually at the gaming table until late at night and didn't fuck her so often anymore. Bob was a loyal fuck buddy, he fucked her every morning, noon and afternoon. She loved Bob with all her heart. When her period came, she got advice from the barmaids about contraception.

They stayed in Dodge City for three years; Liz was now 22 years old. Now they moved on, Tombstone promised even more money. But Tombstone was a wild town, Sheriff Mike Rogers unfortunately only maintained a certain amount of order, but the town was full of wild guys who were hard to control. They moved into a large, comfortable hotel room and Papa accepted that Bob fucked Liz. He could also fuck Liz if he wanted to. But his loins had become lame, Bob was 21 and in the full bloom of his sexuality. The boy fucked Liz at least three times a day shamelessly in front of the father. Sometimes his father buried his face in the pillows, because he was most ashamed of himself for getting his cock up less and less often.

There were no barmaids or hostesses in Tombstone, only whores, Liz soon found out. Madame Gaultier, who owned the house in which the "Golden Nugget" saloon was, owned the brothel above the saloon. The girls roamed around the saloon, let themselves be invited for drinks and made acquaintances there. They paid a fixed amount to Madame for each customer, whose maids kept the rooms clean. Madame also took care of security, there was always an armed guard sitting in the corridor. But he didn't have much to do, maybe punch someone on the nose if they didn't want to pay or the girl had them thrown out because they were too drunk.

Liz made a deal with Madame. She was determined to earn 'her own money', because her mother was a terrible example of a woman who had no money of her own. Papa said nothing, it seemed as though he didn't care that Liz worked now as a whore. Bob was quite insulted, but over time he understood her arguments. He worked in the hardware store, where he looked after the revolvers, guns and rifles and sold them. He once told Liz that he would have liked to be an armorer or gunsmith, but there weren't any in Tombstone.

For two years everything went well in this wild town. All three worked and earned money, because Tombstone was not a cheap town. Liz was now 24 and had already fucked hundreds of men. Ordinary citizens, strangers passing through, cowboys and farmers.

Liz had learned to whore from the other girls, it wasn't difficult. Spot a guy in the saloon, have a few drinks and lure him up. Pay in advance, of course, and leave the money with the guard, just in case. You had to wash his cock thoroughly before fucking, an important hygiene measure. When fucking, you had to feign excitement and passion, probably the hardest part of it. Most people had enough of one fuck, if someone wanted a second round, that was OK too. It didn't take Liz long to learn to whore. She was amazed at how she could distinguish the purely business‐like fucking in the whorehouse from the loving fucking with Bob or her father.

She had fallen in love with one of Madame's guards, Harry. He was a thoroughly honest person under his skin and was only a feared gunslinger on the outside. He was a tall, broad‐shouldered guy with strong fists and a fast revolver. He didn't kill anyone if he could avoid it; a shot in the leg was always enough. He and Liz had slowly grown closer; they only fucked after months of being close friends. Liz wasn't thinking about marriage yet, but Harry would be an option for her. Harry was a good listener, an interesting conversationalist and he could be very romantic when he was with her. He fucked excellently, gently and honestly. He accepted the facts as they were. She had to earn her money as a whore, he had to play the tough guy and cool gunslinger, when he was on duty. It was just a job, it wasn't something you had to think about much.

He trained with Bob in his spare time and taught him to shoot well, because he used to be a marshal and hunted people. Bob learned more than just how to shoot from him, he learned about the laws and some things that were important for hunting people. Perhaps Bob would become a marshal himself one day, the governor paid quite well.

Father Thomas sat at the gaming tables every minute, he had always been a skilled cheat, but now he was old, his fingers were not as nimble as they used to be. More and more often he had to break off a trick and that was bad for business. And so misfortune came quietly upon the family. It was a feared bandit and gunslinger, Big Ben, who caught poor father Thomas Crumble cheating. There was a loud argument, Thomas jumped up and so did Big Ben.

Thomas had only fired his revolver a few times to practice and he made the same mistake as everyone who faced Big Ben. He stared at Big Ben's small revolver in the holster, not at the sawed‐off shotgun Ben wore on his other hip. Thomas drew his revolver, Big Ben calmly left his revolver in the holster. His shotgun, only slightly larger than a revolver, was hinged to his hip. Big Ben did not draw the shotgun, he pushed it down to a horizontal position and fired immediately from his hip. The bullets tore through Thomas' chest, and he fell dead to the ground. Sheriff Mike Rogers stormed into the saloon minutes later, his gun at the ready. Ben was still standing tall and ready to fire behind the card table. "It was self‐defense, Sheriff," he said loudly. The sheriff questioned those standing around, and it was true. Thomas had drawn first and aimed at Ben, but had no time to pull the trigger. The sheriff nodded and told Ben that he was not welcome in Tombstone and that he should get on the horse.

Big Ben leaned over to the dead Thomas and took out his wad of money. He counted out 200 dollars. "That's my share that he cheated me out of!" he said calmly to the sheriff and threw the remaining money on Thomas' corpse. "I ordered food and I'm leaving after that," said Big Ben and sat down again. Sheriff Rogers nodded reluctantly and went back into the sheriff's house.

Liz was lying next to Harry after fucking and they were talking about their future when Harry heard the shotgun fire. He sat up. "Nobody would be stupid enough to shoot around in the saloon with a shotgun!" he called quietly, then laid his head on the pillow. The deep bass of the sheriff could be heard, which was soothing.

A small boy ran into the hardware store and tugged on Bob's sleeve. "Big Ben just shot your father dead with a shotgun in the saloon!" the little boy called, and Bob turned pale. He grabbed the boy by the coat. "No, it's true!" the boy called, and Bob let go of him. He quickly walked across the street into the saloon.

Ben was sitting at the table eating calmly. Bob saw his father's body lying in a corner, his throat tightened. It was definitely his father lying there, with his chest torn and bloody. Bob immediately drew his revolver and fired at Big Ben. He had forgotten everything Harry had taught him. Keep calm, aim carefully and shoot low, because a man shot in the stomach or leg was finished.

Bob had aimed far too high and fired far too quickly. His bullet ripped into the wall several inches above Ben's head. He aimed lower and fired again. The bullet grazed Ben's earlobe and also hit the wall. Ben was a practiced gunslinger, he was on his feet immediately and ripped the small revolver from its holster. His first shot hit Bob in the forehead, the second his chest. Bob was already dead before he hit the floor on his back.

Sheriff Mike Rogers stormed into the saloon with his gun ready. Big Ben lowered his revolver, he didn't want to mess with the sheriff, he never did. "I don't know the man, he stormed in and shot at me twice without saying a word. He only hit my ear, then I shot back, Sheriff!" Rogers leaned over Bob's body. "The son of the man you shot earlier, Ben! I heard 4 shots, does anyone have anything to say?" The people didn't move, Ben held the revolver in his hand, lowered to the ground. The sheriff then took each one individually and everyone confirmed Ben's words. It had been a completely unexpected attack by Bob, Ben was only defending himself. The sheriff swore aloud, the boy was only 20 or 21 at the most! He shouted at Big Ben to put the food in his pocket and get on his horse immediately. Immediately! Ben put the revolver away, threw a few dollar bills on the table and went ahead with the food in his hand to the stable. The sheriff stayed behind him with his gun at the ready until the stable boy hastily saddled up. Ben had eaten and got up in the saddle, cursing, and rode out of town in a cloud of dust.

Harry had gotten up and was getting dressed when he heard the sheriff yelling. He strapped on his holster and quickly checked his revolver. "Stay here, I'm going to take a look!" he said to Liz and left. There was great excitement in the saloon, everyone was shouting at the same time. It was only after a while that he had the facts. He looked into Bob's empty eyes. An ice‐cold hand clenched around his throat. He didn't know Thomas, but he knew Bob very well; he had been something like an apprentice of his and he was Liz's little brother.

Liz's scream rang through the saloon. She was only wearing an underskirt petticoat and was screaming with all her might. She had stopped on the stairs, she recognized them both immediately. Her legs gave way, she crouched down on the stairs. In four long leaps, Harry was next to her, took her face to his chest and covered her view of the corpses. Liz's scream turned into a howl, only now did her tears flow down her cheeks. Harry comforted her as best he could. "Where's Big Ben!?" he shouted down into the saloon. A few people pointed to the door. "The sheriff! Over there, in the stable!" He was still holding Liz's head and comforting her. She raised her tear‐stained face to him and stammered, "Did Big Ben do that!?" Harry hesitated, perhaps he hesitated a little too long. After a while, Liz jumped up and ran downstairs, running out towards the stables in her petticoat and naked cunt.

Big Ben swept past her. She could clearly see that his ear was bleeding. Seconds later, Harry was standing next to her. "Shoot! Shoot!" Liz screamed and ran after the cloud of dust. Harry caught up with her and held her with both arms. "He's already much too far away and besides, I'm not shooting anyone in the back! Not anyone!" he whispered in Liz's ear. It took her a while to calm down. They went back to the saloon.

Liz covered Bob's and Thomas' faces with their jackets. She couldn't look at their dead eyes any longer. Harry questioned the barman and others who seemed halfway sober, he wanted to hear every detail. The second barman had run to the carpenter when Ben had shot Thomas, now the two of them came to the saloon with a horse‐drawn cart and a half‐finished coffin. Thomas was laid in the coffin, Bob next to him on the bunk. Harry had emptied their pockets and wrapped everything in his scarf, finally he took off their gun belts and then let the carpenter drive off.

Liz was totally devastated and unable to make any decision. Harry was now her support. He had her wash her face, he found no black clothes in her trunk, only a coarse, dark brown dress and she changed. He brought her a hot tea to her room and then sat next to her for an hour silently. Then she looked up and asked him what had actually happened, why everything had happened. Harry searched for words. "Your father cheated at the game and Ben caught him. There was an argument, your father pulled first and Ben shot him with the shotgun."

"Bob must have found out, he came storming in and only took one look at the dead father. He immediately, without warning, shot at Big Ben, twice, but he only hit him in the ear. How can you not hit a target as big as the massive Ben at 6 paces? In any case, Ben shot back immediately, and that was it. The sheriff immediately chased Big Ben out of town, as you have seen."

Liz was silent for a very long time. "What can we do?" she asked after a while, "can we pursue him, kill him?" Harry shook his head. "Liz, I understand you very well, I feel for you. But we would become criminals ourselves if we pursued and killed him. In the eyes of the law, Ben clearly shot in self‐defense both times. And he was incredibly lucky, because otherwise I would already be in the saddle and would bring him back, alive or dead. Ben is known to be a good gunslinger and he knows exactly when to shoot in self‐defense. The fact that he not only hurts people, as I always did, but kills them is a disgrace, but it's covered by the law." Harry was dejectedly silent and took Liz's hand. "He'll be back, Liz. He comes by here two or three times a year, whiskey and whores. He'll come back and I'll shoot him in self‐defense, I give you my word."

Liz nodded. A few days later she bought a small double‐barreled Derringer pistol from the hardware store, and the owner gave her a box of cartridges. He didn't ask, she didn't say anything. Then she went with Harry to the meadow where he had been practicing shooting with Bob. He didn't ask, she didn't explain anything. "The first shot comes immediately, for the second you have to cock the hammer with your thumb." They practiced in silence for half an hour, then Harry was satisfied, Liz had mastered the few movements. As she walked away, Liz murmured, "Maybe I can get him in front of the barrel!" She didn't say anything else, but Harry nodded seriously. "You have to get close enough to him that you can touch him. Don't get involved in anything else, you would lose, my love!" Liz nodded seriously, she knew that.

Father and son were buried next to each other. Liz had a beautiful wooden plaque carved with both names and the date they were murdered. She withdrew from the brothel business for a few weeks and spent most of her time with Harry. She was glad that he could keep quiet just like she could and that she could let her thoughts wander. One morning she woke up, kissed Harry on the forehead and said, "My mourning period is over, tonight I'm going to work in the saloon!" And so it happened, Liz was a popular and happy whore. The men liked to fuck her and let her fake the passion, only Harry got real passion and love.

She had come to an agreement with Harry. When this was over, but in a year at the latest, she would give up the life of a whore and move away with him. She wanted to be his wife and start a family with him, no matter where. Harry hugged her and said that was a good plan. But it would be another six months before Big Ben came back to Tombstone. Whiskey and women, as Harry had said. Liz stayed away from the saloon for a day, letting the murderer eat and drink and fuck. She had waited long enough, she was waiting for her chance. Harry had said he wanted to wait until Big Ben felt safe, then he would provoke him. Liz nodded absently, she had her own plan.

She whispered to the other girls that Big Ben was hers tonight. The girls grinned crookedly, the guy had a big cock and fucked three or four times in a row. "You'll feel like a mistreated mare in the morning, Liz!" they giggled and Liz forced herself to giggle too. Then she put on her most daring dress and approached Ben. He didn't know her, he suspected nothing. He bought drink after drink, he groped the pretty girl and followed her into the room. Prepayment, that was clear.

She washed Ben's cock thoroughly, took off her negligee and lay down on the bed. When he undressed and put his sawed‐off shotgun on the floor within easy reach, she knew that she couldn't make a single mistake. She was surprised at how big his cock was, she knew other big men, but they usually had small cocks. Ben was a big, massive man with a very big cock and he fucked really well. She played her game well and let herself be fucked really well 4 times in total, but she avoided having an orgasm, she couldn't overexert herself, she needed all her strength. "Well, wasn't it good?" Ben asked with a victorious grin after the first squirting, "now let's do it again!" Liz nodded and hugged the hated man. "You fuck much better than most, Ben!" she said and nodded in agreement, because that wasn't a lie. Nevertheless, she let herself be fucked hard and well 4 times, Ben was really good at that, then he was exhausted and dozed off.

With infinite care she took the Derringer out of the drawer. Ben dozed and slept peacefully. A hot feeling ran through her, because she had never asked Harry exactly where she should shoot. Without hesitation, she shot Ben in the forehead and immediately cocked the hammer again. He jumped halfway up, his hand immediately grabbed the shotgun and he looked at her with a very strange squint. He was not dead, his finger curled and the shotgun burst into the door behind Liz. She held the Derringer in front of his face and pulled the trigger resolutely. The bullet went into his left eye. He let out a terrible scream and sank back onto the pillow. He was dead.

Liz was sitting there, naked as she was. She couldn't think straight, her head was empty. Minutes later, Harry and Sheriff Rogers burst through the door. Rogers' eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at the huge hole that the shotgun had torn in the door and the door panel. Then he saw Liz naked, the Derringer in her hand. He went to the bed and made sure it was Big Ben. He put the gun to the side. Harry had thrown a blanket over Liz's nakedness and took the pistol from her hand. He hugged her comfortingly and stroked her head soothingly. Sheriff Mike Rogers listened carefully as Harry questioned Liz.

Ben was drunk and had woken up from his doze. He had immediately grabbed the big gun and she tried to rip it out of his fists. He shot at her, but he missed. She had ripped the Derringer out of the drawer and he aimed at her again. But it only clicked and she shot him twice in the face. She had stayed seated because "the Derringer had been fired and when he wakes up again he will shoot at me again." Harry reassured her that Ben was dead and could not hurt her anymore.

The sheriff looked from one to the other. What a lousy spectacle! All visible things indicated that her story could be true. He himself had been sitting with Harry in the saloon, as the sheriff was concerned, Ben and Harry in the same town, that could go wrong, but Harry could have had nothing to do with it. He asked Harry to take care of the rest, get the carpenter and so on. Would they come to his office tomorrow afternoon to take care of the formalities? Harry, who was holding Liz in his arms, nodded. Two men from the saloon helped to hoist the heavy body onto the carpenter's bunk. Harry took Liz's trunk and put it in another room. They spoke in quiet whispers and Liz told him how it had happened really .

They sat opposite Mike Rogers in the sheriff's office. He read his report from the logbook. All three of them nodded, that's all true. The sheriff asked Harry to sign as a witness, which Harry did and added "former Marshal of the Governor of New Mexico" after his name so that everything was correct. Then Rogers closed the book and took a wad of banknotes out of the safe. "7,200 dollars, that's the bounty for good old Ben, it's yours," he said to Liz, who signed the receipt. She and Harry looked at each other, that was a hell of a lot of money!

The sheriff carefully put the receipt away and got 3 glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "So, that was the official part," said Rogers, "now let's have a drink and be completely unofficial." He poured and they drank. "To that bloody scoundrel Ben Cartwright, may he burn in hell!" said Rogers, leaning back. "I'm not completely stupid, Liz," he continued, "I realize that you caught him off guard and took revenge! But it's fine with me, Ben was a multiple murderer and a plague on this world. He just got what was long overdue. I was on the wrong track, because I thought Harry would finish it. But you must be a very brave woman to take on that dangerous monster. I don't know anyone else with as much guts!"

Liz wanted to say something, but Harry interrupted her. "Never mind, love! We've heard the official report and his unofficial opinion. He's perfectly entitled to believe what he wants." Liz kept her mouth shut and as they left, she shook the sheriff's hand. "Thank you, Mike!" and then they left.

They stayed in Tombstone for more than half a year. She continued to work happily in the brothel, Harry rode to the governor and came back with good news. The governor would ask him if a sheriff's position became available. So they had to wait another half a year until the governor offered him the sheriff's position in the small town of Tucson. But how astonished Harry was when three strangers came to Tombstone. He knew one of them well and greeted him warmly, they knew each other from before. It was Marshal Wyatt Earp and two of his brothers. Like two old buddies, they sat in the saloon in the evenings and exchanged old memories. Wyatt promised to ride to Tucson for their wedding, it wasn't far. It would be a great honor to be his best man! The three Earps fucked Liz over and over, always three of them coming at the same time. Wyatt was always the first and the other two watched. They took turns quickly so that Liz didn't lose her excitement. Virgil was always the third, she had her orgasm, a strong orgasm in the middle of his fucking and he prolonged her orgasm for many seconds until he squirted inside. The Earps thought she was a really great fucker, damnit! Wyatt was very impressed by Liz, because of course he had heard about the story of Big Ben's end.

One month later they rode to Tucson.

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