Cowboy Cried Wolf

Can’t Beat a Dead Horse

June’s POV

Emily screamed in pain as a wolf went over and took a bite out of her leg, toying with the poor animal. A second one joined in, ending the horses life completely. I tried to stand to run again, but my ankle gave out under me, causing me to fall.

“Times up, little June Crawford.” Peter melted back into human, standing buck naked under the moon, his p***s erect and hard before him. He began to circle me, the others melting back into human, the two who attacked Emily were still covered in blood. All of them weee naked, and I was defenseless in the middle of them.

“Back off!” I turned quickly in a circle, picking up a branch near my foot to fend them off. Spawn of Satan or even the devil himself was before me, and since flight did not work; I intended to fight until the last breath.

“Peter, I’m sure Franklin wouldn’t mind if we had even more fun with her; right?” One of the others asked, getting closer.

“I’m sure she needs a lesson on who’s in charge, so let’s give it to her.” Peter was pumping himself, making a rude gesture with his hand. “Grab her.”

Just as I turned again, I was accosted from behind, making me scream as they grabbed my arms and pulled me down to the earth. “Now,now, June. Don’t fight anymore. Be a good b***h and accept your fate.” Peter was down by my feet, his other two goons grabbing ahold of my legs as I struggled. He leaned down then over me, inhaling at my neck. “Goddess, your fear smells divine.” Grabbing my chin, he held my head to the side as he licked the side of my face.

I wrenched my head out of his grip and brought it forward quickly, a satisfying crunch from his nose followed with the sting on my forehead. “You b***h!” He slapped me, the sting sharp against my cheek as it welted.

“f**k you!” I screamed at him, trying desperately to break free. The men around me chuckled, watching Peter as he pulled his nose back into place as it healed itself.

“That’s exactly what you’re gonna do, cunt.” He glared at me, leaning down quickly and using his knees to dig into my thighs, making be buck and gasp. He brought his hand up and under my nightgown, pulling my underwear to the side; slicking a finger across my clit. “Dry as a bone, so this is gonna hurt you just right.” He sneered at me.

I began to cry, accepting my fate at the mercy of these monsters; wanting desperately for this to be a nightmare. Just as he was leaning over and positioning himself up, a dark shadow loomed above his shoulder, taring him away from my body. “I do believe the lady is unwilling, bastard.”

Just as quickly as they had been on me to hold me down, they let go to fight this intruder into our midst. He stood at least at six foot five in night, a worn leather duster jacket on him; his hat pulled low over his eyes. He landed blow after blow on the unsuspecting five, sending them flying this way and that, a god of battle bathed in moonlight. “Damned bastards killed my horse!” He screamed as one man jumped onto his back, only to be immediately thrown off. “You know how many years it took me to buy that stud?!”

He punched another in the face, sending them sprawling backward. Peter began to turn behind him, the creature melting back into place. “Behind you!” I shouted as he leapt at the stranger, trying to worn him in time. He turned at lighting speed, pulling a gun from his holster and firing it straight into Peter’s face, blood splattering around him. He sidestepped as the wolf morphed back into a man, Peter with a hole straight through his head appearing on the ground.

The night went silent for a second as the others paused around us, taking in the sight. When it finally clicked that Peter was not getting back up, they turned literally tail and fled into the night; yipping and barking fading into the distance as they did. The man before me turned then, going over to Peter and kicking him in the side. “Damned bastards! Now I’m going to have to deal with a pack now too!”

“Watch it! He may come back!” I scrambled to my feet with the recovered branch in my hand, ready to pounce and strike the downed bastard.

“p***y cat; there ain’t no coming back from a silver bullet to the head. Are you dense?” He looked at me like I was the crazy one for not thinking the demon before us was dead. “Now why would a couple of pack werewolves be after little scrap of a kitten such as yourself? He asked.

“Werewolves?” Like the ones from fictions penny papers? I had read a penny comic before about werewolves when I was younger, my father having laughed at the notion of men turning to animals. I began to laugh a little then, a feint sound coming from my mouth before my world started to become woozy.

“Hey, now, there? Ya good?” The man asked just before I lost consciousness.

*****

Hank’s POV

Damned Bastards were going to pay; I had just baught that horse as well. Five thousand dollars and ten years of work might as well been thrown into a pigsty as I watched the magnificent creature before me die as its neck never stopped pumping blood.

I tore the papers then and there; it was no use having real papers left for a dead horse. The pitch black Arabian blinked one last time and the light faded behind its eyes, screaming and yelling coming from somewhere ahead of me. I pulled all of my tack off of the horse and stood up; putting my gun into its holster.

Being a lone wolf I always was sure to pack silver on me just in case, and these pack wolves who just killed my property; proving my point of needing it. I preferred not too, but it seemed like they were chasing someone who did not want to get caught. I sighed as I looked at the horse one last time before jogging on, intent of at least wringing my money out of the bastards who caused this.

The overhang I had chosen to camp at for the night turned out to be my downfall, hiding me from the sight of wild riders in the night. I cursed a little as I scented the air, picking up the trail. There was something sweet to the mix of fear, Wolfe, and horse; something almost feminine.

I jogged a little faster, not liking the implications of what I just thought it could be, and when I finally caught up to the bunch who started this mess with me, I was right. A small woman struggled on the ground as four wolves pinned her down, the scrap of a woman fighting hard to get free. I smiled a little as she rammed her head into the wolf who had crawled on top of her, her spirit something rarely seen in a woman.

When the wolf slapped her though, my blood began to boil. I knew this wasn’t consensual then and very well couldn’t leave knowing what was about to happen. Before I knew it though, the wind shifted slightly and blew the scent of the six figures towards me. I could smell the five pack males, but the sixth made me pause; my mind going blank. Then before I knew it, I was standing in front of the woman, my gun pulled and a male dead at my feet; my wolf having taken over.