The Lone Rangerette and Tonta
Versus
The Cavanaugh Gang

By The Harrpooner

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Characters based on a story by MrX
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On a moonless night, four men rode single file across the prairie toward the
mountains.  Their leader was Butch Cavanaugh, a large man who had earned a
reputation as a vicious and ruthless killer.  Behind him rode Chico a Mexican
bandito who had recently joined the gang.  Next was Billy, a fifteen-year-old,
who'd already killed four people.  Finally Pop, a grizzled old man who had been
on the wrong side of the law all his life.

"Is it still there?"  Butch called back to Pop.

"Yup nothing's changed in the last hour.  Whoever's back there has bedded down
for the night."  Answered the old man as he looked over his shoulder at the
campfire behind them.  "Now that they're stopped, we need to give these horses
some rest Butch or they're going to fall out from under us!"

"Soon Pop, real soon."  Said the big man.  "Look at that."  

The riders pulled alongside him and in the distance could see the glow of a lamp
through a window. 

"How far do you figure it is Butch?"  Asked Pop.

"No more than a mile.  The light's too clear. It's probably a farm or a line
shack.  Most likely a farm though.  We haven't seen or heard any cattle."  Butch
answered.  Then thought,  "If it's a farm, with winter coming on, they should
have all the supplies and food we'll need to take with us to the mountains.  And
maybe a way to slow down the riders behind us."

The men continued toward the light.  About two hundred yards away from the
house, Butch reined up and dismounted.  

"Pop you stay with the horses and keep them quiet.  Chico, Billy, you come with
me.   And Billy, I don't want any shooting unless we really have to.  We're too
close to that camp and they could hear the shots.  The three started to the
house.

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Ted Post sat on his front porch smoking his pipe.  His wife, Amy and daughter,
Becky sat nearby talking about their trip to town yesterday. Clearwater was over
twenty miles away and it was an occasion for the women, when they went shopping. 
He looked closely at Becky.  She had just turned fifteen and was the spitting
image of her mother, with the same red hair, freckles and green eyes.  He
remembered that Amy wasn't much older than Becky is, when they got married.  He
supposed it wouldn't be too long before the boys would come courting.  As he sat
rocking and enjoying the night air, suddenly he heard a Pheasant flush out of a
bush and fly, no more than a hundred yards away from the house.

Standing he tapped the embers from his pipe and said softly,  "Amy take Becky in
the house!  Blow out the lamp!  And hand my shotgun and some shells to me!  Go
on!"

Amy and Becky hurried inside.  Behind the door Amy grabbed the shotgun and some
shells off the shelf above it.  She blew out the lamp, then handed them to Ted
and closed the door.  Taking Becky's hand she went to a corner by the bed and
the two sat in the dark room.

Outside Ted peered into the darkness.  Without a moon he couldn't see anything. 
He backed to the end of the porch that was farthest away from where he had heard
the bird flushed into the air to listen for any movement.  Instinctively he knew
he had done the wrong thing.  But it was too late.  

A hand grabbed his shirt collar from behind and a knife sliced across his neck
severing an artery and cutting his windpipe completely through.  The shotgun
fell from his hands and thudded on the porch as he reached for his neck.  He
suddenly felt very sleepy and slumped to his knees.  His breath came in gurgled
spasms and dying, he fell forward.

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Butch stopped to wipe his knife on Ted's coveralls as he stepped over his body. 
Then he burst through the door of the house.  As he entered he heard a gasp from
inside the room.  Pulling a match from his pocket he scanned the room and saw a
lamp on the table in front of him.  Lifting the globe he fired the wick and with
the light saw two women huddled together in a corner behind the bed.  

"How thoughtful.  They're right where we want them!"

Billy and Chico walked in.  Seeing the women, Chico grinned from ear to ear.  It
had been a while since the gang had raped a young woman.  And here were two.  

Billy frowned.  "Women that's all, no boys?"  He questioned as he looked around. 
Billy was strange even in a gang of deviants.  He preferred to rape boys or men. 
Only as a last resort would he fuck a woman and then only in her ass.

"Billy go get Pop and have him bring the horses."  Ordered Butch to get the boy
away from him.  "If only he weren't so good with a gun!"  He thought.

Butch and Chico pulled the women to their feet and threw them on the bed.  Becky
started to scream as Chico fondled her breasts.

"Wait, please wait!"  Amy screamed as she tried to comfort her screaming
daughter and pushed Chico away from her.  "Can I talk to you, please?"  She
begged Butch. "Outside, please!"  

Pulling away from Becky's grasp.  She stood and followed the big man onto the
porch.  She looked down and almost screamed when she saw Ted's body lying in a
pool of blood.  Steeling herself, she had to be strong. Becky's life and hers
depended on what she was about to do.

"Can you keep him away from my daughter?"  She pleaded with Butch. I'll do
anything you tell me to, anything!  Just please make him leave Becky alone!"

The big man stepped close to her without answering and rubbed her pubic area
through her dress.  Amy moved her pussy, rubbing it against his hand.  Looking
him in the eye, she repeated,  "Anything!"

Butch left her standing on the porch and walked back in the house.  Amy could
see him talking to Chico, but couldn't hear what they were saying.  Chico lifted
Becky off the bed and carried her through the doorway and into the yard.  He sat
the screaming girl down on the grass under a tree and leaned against it looking
at Amy.

"Lady get in here and get undressed!"  Amy heard Butch call to her from inside
the house.

What about Becky?"

"Chico is waiting for you, but if you take too long he might forget!"

Amy stepped into the house and closed the door.  Unbuttoning her plain dress,
she pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  

Butch looked at her nude body.  "Good strong hips, flat stomach, but small
tits."  He thought.  Out loud he said,  "Get on the bed and spread your legs!" 

Amy waited on the bed as he removed his gunbelt and dropped it on the end of the
bed, but he still held his gun in his hand.  Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed
them down as he got between Amy's legs.  His dick was already hard and he
positioned it at the opening to Amy's pussy.  He shoved but she was too dry to
allow him entry.  Sitting up he spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock.  

Trying again he pushed deep inside the woman.  Butch rapidly fucked in and out
of her.  She was beginning to lubricate now and make it easier for him.  He
leaned down to her breast and taking her nipple between his teeth he bit down
hard, breaking the skin.  The taste of her blood and Amy's scream were what he
needed to drive him over the edge.  He pulled his penis from her vagina and
spurted his semen on her stomach.  

Butch moved away from Amy and sat on the edge of the bed.  He took the 'fixings'
from his shirt pocket and rolled a cigarette.  As he lit it he turned back to
Amy and asked,  "Do you think you should keep Chico waiting?" 

Amy climbed out off the bed and walked to the door.  Opening it she saw Billy
and an old man mauling Becky.  They had removed her dress and she was clad in
only her bloomers.  Billy held Becky's arms while the old man sucked on and
played with her breasts.  "You promised me!"  She screamed at Butch.  "Stop
them!"  

Butch stood behind her and looked at the scene outside.  "You want them stopped,
you do it!"  He said as he pushed the naked woman out the door.

As Amy ran off the porch, she forgot about her nudity and attacked Pop.
Scratching and hitting she tried to stop the old man and get him away from
Becky.  Suddenly something hit her hard and she sprawled face first in the
grass.  Looking up she saw Chico.  Kneeling, he kept her on her stomach until he
had tied her wrists together, then rolled her on to her back.  "Don't worry
about your Chiquita!"  He whispered in Amy's ear.  "Pop knows how to treat
little girls!"  

Unbuttoning his trousers, Chico pulled his cock out and entered Amy's sore cunt. 
Happy to find that she was still lubricated he began pumping Amy in long hard
strokes.  Her body shook from the force of his pelvis hitting against hers.  Amy
quietly endured the abuse and waited for the Mexican to finish.

Amy knew that Billy and the old man were hurting Becky, but Chico had  his body
was between her and what was happening to her daughter.  But she could hear the
sounds as her daughter was molested by one or both of the men.  As Chico
finished dropping his cum on her and stood up, she looked for Becky.  She could
see her lying nude in the grass.  

Semen and saliva dripped from the girl's mouth.  Chico walked to where the girl
lay crying and as he picked her up Amy could see fresh blood flowing from her
anus.  Chico carried the sobbing girl to her mother and laid her so that her
head was on Amy's chest.  Becky snuggled there in a fetal position, crying and
sucking her thumb.  

Butch stood on the porch watching as his gang finished with the women. He was
happy with the results.  The women would have to be taken to a doctor and that
should delay whoever was following them by at least a day.  A couple more days
and he would be in the mountains.  No posse would find his hideout there.  

Butch left the porch and put his men busy loading the Post's wagon with food and
supplies.  In an hour the wagon was ready and the team of plow horses in the
corral hitched up to it.  The farm had given them plenty, even fresh ham and
bacon from the smokehouse.  Half a dozen live chickens were in a crate and a cow
and her calf were brought along.  Tying their horses and the cow to the wagon,
the gang climbed in and drove away not looking back.

Amy lay with Becky on her chest and listened as the wagon rolled away from the
farm.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she repeated over and over, "Thank you
God!"

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Amy awoke to the sound of hoofbeats.  She realized it was morning and the sun
was rising.  Becky hadn't moved off her all night and their combined body heat
kept them warm.  She turned her head and saw a big white horse.  As its rider
dismounted she saw a mask.  Amy couldn't stop screaming.  

"Not again, you can't do this again.  Can't you see we're hurt."

Compassionate hands held her shaking shoulders.  Her head was lifted and someone
gave her water to drink.  She drank greedily, until a female voice said,  "Easy
now, there's plenty.  You can have more later."  She looked at the masked face,
it was a woman and she had an Indian woman with her.  They sat her up and untied
her hands.  With her arms free Amy held Becky to her and rocked her like a
child.  

The masked woman asked,  "Was it the Cavanaugh gang that did this to you?"  

After a description of what the outlaws looked like, Amy confirmed that it had
been them.  Then told the women of her husbands killing and the rapes of her
daughter and herself.

The Rangerette and her companion Tonta worked the rest of the morning cleaning
the outer signs of the women's ordeal and burying Ted Post.  Finding no wagon on
the farm they had decided to carry the women to Clearwater on Silver and Scout. 
Tonta helped the Rangerette put Becky on the saddle in front of the masked
woman.  Becky fought them when she was taken from her mother, but soon leaned
her head against the heroine's chest and relaxed.  Amy rode behind Tonta on
Scout.

It took almost four hours before the women arrived in town.  They went straight
to the doctor's office and the Rangerette and Tonta waited while Amy and Becky
were treated by the doctor.  Finally after being reassured that the two would be
fine with rest.

"Tonta and I have to go now, but tell them we'll stop back later."

She and Tonta left town and rode back to the farm.  They decided to spend the
night there and start after the gang in the morning.

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The gang rode in the wagon all night.  They hadn't stopped since leaving the
farm.  Each took a turn driving and then slept or ate.  Traveling in the wagon
was slower, but their horses were fresh now.  Butch figured they would keep
moving all day and camp by a stream he knew about tonight.  The trail would be
too narrow and rough for a wagon once they got into the mountains.  They'd leave
the wagon there and make pack animals out of the team.

That night the men built a fire and ate their first hot meal in days.  Butch
felt that even if the people were on their trail again the soonest they could
catch up would be tomorrow.  If they did he and his men would be ready with an
ambush.  And he already knew just the place!

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The Rangerette and Tonta rode hard the next day.  Even though they were a day
behind the gang, the wagon had slowed Butch and his men considerably.  With the
wagon tracks and all the animals that were following it, the trail was easy to
follow.  Before noon the Rangerette and Tonta found the discarded wagon and
watered their horses at the stream then continued on the trail.  With the plow
horses and the cow the men would still be moving slow.

Early in the afternoon they weren't far behind.  Droppings from the animals were
very warm to the touch.  They should catch up with them before long.  The women
were on their guard, if they were close Butch might have an ambush waiting. 
They slowed their pace to watch for that possibility.

The Rangerette rode around a large boulder that partially blocked the entrance
to a narrow pass.  The gangs trail went into the opening.  Warily she peered
around the boulder.  A flash of light in the rocks caught her eye.  "Tonta, I
think we've found an ambush.  Someone is hidden in the rocks above the trail." 

"How many?"

"From here I can't tell."  Said the masked woman.  "Maybe there's a way to get
above them."

The two dismounted leaving the reins on the horse's necks in case they had to
make a quick getaway.  Moving to the other end of the boulder they saw a path to
work their way to a shelf above where the glint of metal had been seen. 
Watching their steps and staying low, they climbed quietly, until they had
reached the shelf.  Easing forward the masked woman peered into the rocks below. 
She looked at Tonta and raised one finger.  It was Pop the oldest of the gang. 
They scoured the rocks on both sides of the canyon.  They couldn't see anyone
else.

Shrugging her shoulders the woman stood up and pulled her guns,  "Pop you're
covered!  Lay down your rifle!  Unbuckle your gunbelt and drop it!" 

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Butch Cavanaugh and the rest of his gang hid in the rocks above the shelf and
looked down on the two riders that had taken their bait.  Pop had been used to
lure their pursuers into the ambush.  However the moment he heard the
Rangerette's voice, a faint smile appeared on his cruel mouth.  The plan had
just changed, they weren't going to kill them, they'd capture them.

Standing, he called down.  "You're the ones who are covered lady!  Now holster
those guns and drop your gunbelts or you and the Indian are buzzard bait!" 

The Rangerette's cheeks became flushed,  "How could she be so stupid?" For a
moment she considered trying to turn and shoot her way out, but from the sound
of the voice, they were only about ten or fifteen feet away.  They couldn't miss
at that range if they opened fire.  She dropped her guns into her holsters,
unbuckled them and let them drop to the ground.  Tonta followed her example and
the two stood at the mercy of the Cavanaugh gang.

The outlaws herded the women to the canyon floor.  Billy had picked up their
hardware.  As the Rangerette and Tonta stood with their hands in the air, three
of the men took time to look at their captives.

The masked woman was almost six feet tall with sun-bleached blond hair done in a
single braid and wore men's clothing.  But the gray pants fit her round full ass
and long tapered legs like a second skin. The gray shirt was tailored and
accentuated her narrow waist and magnificent breasts. Her white hat, red
kerchief and black boots completed the outfit.

The young Indian woman was smaller, but her body was superb.  Her raven black
hair was done in two braids.  She wore a fringed soft leather vest that tied in
front.  It was short enough that an expanse of her hard stomach was showing. 
She wore a loincloth that went to her mid-thigh that; with knee-high moccasin
boots brought attention to her legs.

As the three ogled, Billy groaned.  "No men at the farm and now an all woman
posse!  It's just not fair!" 

One thing had made him happy.  He had strapped the Rangerette's guns on his slim
hips and was playing with the matched ivory handled, silver plated revolvers. 
He checked their balance and action, then tried quick-drawing them.  "Lady, you
have good taste in weapons.  And Butch look at this, silver bullets!"

"Silver bullets?  I thought only one man used silver bullets.  And they say that
he's retired.  But the mask and the bullets...What do they call you woman?"

The Rangerette glared at him, but said nothing.  Butch looked at her.  "It
doesn't matter, from now on you're my whore!  Tie them up!" 

Chico and Pop took great pleasure in tying the wrists of the two women behind
their backs.  Then they tightly looped a rope around their arms, just below
their breasts a number of times, so that neither could move her upper body. 
While working at their task the men found numerous opportunities to feel the
breasts of the woman he was tying.

Billy had brought the horses and each woman was seated on a packhorse, in front
of the supplies.  Then their legs were tied together with a rope passed under
the horse's belly.

Leading off Butch looked back at the gang.  "About four hours, boys.  We're
ready to hole up for the winter.  And it looks like we'll have more than a fire
and whiskey to keep us warm this year!!"

The rest of the day the group climbed the mountain.  The trail continued to
narrow, until the packs on the animals scrapped the wall beside them.  And on
the other side was a sheer drop down the mountain. As dusk was settling they
rounded a bend of the path.  A large clearing opened up and a cave opening was
in the face of the mountain.

The Rangerette understood now why no one could locate the hideout.  The cave was
located on the north face and was in the shadow of the mountain most of the
time.  Unless you were standing, where they were now it wouldn't be seen.

The cave opening was tall enough that the riders entered on horseback. Inside
they were in a large round cavern with a high roof.  The Rangerette could see a
circle of rocks for a fire in the middle of the space and above it was a hole in
the ceiling to the outside, which formed a natural chimney.  With dry wood no
smoke would be seen outside the cave.  She could see a lot of wood stacked
against one wall and in small niches were other supplies left over from former
stays by the gang.

Working quickly the gang unloaded the supplies from packhorses until only the
Rangerette and Tonta remained on the animals.  Leaving them the men carried wood
and lit a fire.  Not for heat, it wasn't cold in the cave, but for light.  After
lighting the fire they sat by it and talked for a bit, not loud enough for the
masked woman and Tonta to hear though.  Chico and Pop went to one of the niches
and when they returned, each carried pieces of hollow wooden tubes with straps
running through the hollow centers.  

"Let's get it done."  Said Butch.

Tonta's feet were cut free and she was pulled from the horse and wrestled to the
ground.  Pop sat on her thighs and held her calves as Chico picked up one of the
pieces of wood.  It was about two feet long and Chico tied the strap hanging at
each end of the hollow tube to each of Tonta's ankles.   Pop got off Tonta and
they pulled her to her feet. With her legs hobbled and spread she couldn't kick
at them.  

The ropes were cut off her arms and while her wrists were still bound, a piece
of wood was positioned between her arms and tied just above her elbows.  Pop
held the piece of wood, as her wrists were untied.  Chico picked up a piece of
wood about one foot long, he tied Tonta's wrists at each end of it, in front of
her body.

"Almost done Darlin."  Whispered Pop in Tonta's ear.  "Just a couple more things
and you'll be ready for me and Billy." 

Tonta turned to look at the old man.  Her eyes ablaze with hate.

"Yeah, you're ours for the winter!  Billy ain't too happy about it yet, but
he'll come around!  Chico come here and hold her for a minute?"

As Chico held her, Pop moved in front of her.  Using his knife he cut the strap
that held the front of her vest closed.  The leather fell away revealing Tonta's
breasts.  "That's better."  He cackled.  Reaching down he pulled the front of
her loincloth up and cut the thong that covered her pussy.  As it fell to the
floor, he buried his nose in the hair atop the woman's clitoris.  "Damn she
smells good!"  

He and Chico laid Tonta on her stomach and turned their attention to the
Rangerette.  As they walked toward her, Butch said.  "Remember, I don't want a
stitch of clothes on her when you're done!" 

The Rangerette's mind raced.  "If he wants my clothes off they'll have to cut me
free.  When that happens, I'm going for one of their guns.  I won't go down
without a fight!" 

As Chico and Pop pulled her from the horse and put her feet on the floor, the
pain was brief.  The unconscious heroine crumpled to the floor, with a crease on
the back of her hat.

After clubbing the Rangerette, Butch holstered his gun and said.  "What are you
waiting for get her clothes off!"

Chico and Pop pounced on the helpless woman and soon had her clothes piled
beside her nude body. 

Turning their attention to binding the beauty, they used the same techniques
they had on Tonta, except the Rangerette's hands were tied behind her back. 
Then a strap was tied in the middle of the tube that bound her wrists.  It was
then cinched around the wood between her ankles, pulling her calves tight
against her thighs and immobilizing her.
 
As Chico surveyed their work he asked.  "What about the mask Butch?"

"Leave it on her.  It won't interfere with what I want to do!"

The three men left the bound Rangerette and Tonta lying on the cave floor and
went back to the fire.  Opening a couple of bottles of whiskey they
congratulated themselves on their good luck.  "These two are better than any of
the whores we've had up here."  Laughed Pop.  "And the best part is they won't
cost us anything!"

After two hours of nonstop drinking, the men were becoming drunk.  They're
attention turned to the women.

"Pop, show me how you do that thing with your hand."  Chico said.

"Sure follow me."  Said the old man as he staggered to where Tonta lay. Sitting
down beside her, he lifted her head with her braids and slipped under it, until
her face was above his crotch.  The Indian maid tried to turn away from the
putrid smell of his unwashed pants, but he held her tight.  Using his other hand
he opened his fly, freeing his dick.  It waved in the struggling woman's face;
the smell of dried piss causing her to gag.  Pop cackled.  He was used to the
revulsion his smelly prick caused.

"Now this is the tricky part!"  Said the old man as he positioned Tonta just
above his cock, with his hold on her hair.  With his other hand he grasped her
neck just below her ears with his thumb and forefinger.  As he pressed hard,
Tonta's jaw seemed to spring open, as if of its own will.  (Pop knew that the
pain from the pressure he inflicted lessened when the woman opened her mouth.) 
Pop pushed Tonta's open mouth onto his awaiting dick and by lessening the
pressure on her neck a little, her lips formed a suction on his ready cock.  He
used his hold on her braids to piston her warm moist mouth on his hardening
prick.  

Within moments the old man shot his seed into Tonta's raped mouth.  Because of
the suction she still held on him, she had to try to swallow his sperm so that
she could catch a breath.  Swallowing and gagging the woman was starting to
choke on his cum and her bile.  Finally Pop pressed on her neck and her mouth
opened.  Pulling her head up he laughed as she coughed on her spittle.  

"A couple more times Darlin and you'll make a good cock-sucker!"  The old man
teased as he pulled out from under the humiliated woman's head and left her to
get more whiskey.

Watching Pop with Tonta, both Chico and Butch were rock hard.  Butch knelt in
front of the still unconscious Rangerette and taking his gunbelt off, he
unfastened his pants and let them fall.  Using two fingers he pushed them into
her dry vagina, roughly plunging in and out of her, until her juices started to
flow.  

Satisfied that she was ready, he removed his fingers and entered her with his
cock.  With only the thought of his own satisfaction the outlaw rammed the
unmoving woman mercilessly.  Grabbing her massive breasts he squeezed them,
causing the unconscious woman to moan in protest.  That was enough to send him
over the edge and he came inside her.  Sated, Butch pulled his deflating cock
out of her pussy and went to join Pop at the fire.

Billy listened to the sounds of sex coming across the cave.  He wasn't drinking,
but he was getting horny.  He arose and walked to where Tonta lay.  Squatting
between her hobbled legs he pulled her loincloth up to expose her naked ass.  It
did look like a young boy's butt, smooth and hairless.  Slipping his finger
between her cheeks he found her sphincter and pushed inside it.  

Feeling the body beneath him tense, he began to work his finger inside her
smooth anal walls.   He could feel Tonta trying to eject him, but she didn't
make any verbal sounds.  Satisfied that she wasn't a screamer, he hated women
who screamed, Billy got his prick out of his trousers and pulling Tonta's ass
into the air, he pushed into her anus. Holding her hips, the boy closed his eyes
and began pumping very fast, soon he pulled his ejaculating cock from her and
drained it with his hand.  Pulling Tonta's loincloth down, Billy went back to
the wall and played with his new guns.

The Rangerette awoke with a splitting headache and a Mexican prick inside her. 
She was raw, so someone else, probably Butch, had raped her before him.  But her
vagina was lubricated, so Chico was not hurting her as he pounded his cock into
her.  He rammed her with such force that her firm breasts were bouncing on her
chest.  She could see his eyes watching them move.  

She felt his dick begin to throb and thought that he was going to cum in her
pussy.  But instead he pulled out quickly and climbed onto her stomach.  Placing
his prick between her breasts he pushed them together.  With her juices on his
dick he slipped easily back and forth in her cleavage, until his dick shot cum
onto the masked woman's face. A stream landed on her lips and chin then started
to slide down onto her neck.

After Chico left her, the Rangerette tried to move her body and found that she
was tightly bound.  Her muscles ached from the bondage, but she worked each part
of her body trying to find something she could move.  Finally her right hand
slipped in its strap.  Because the wood it ran through was attached to the one
that held her ankles, she should be able to apply pressure and pull her hand
through the slipknot.  Relaxing, she had to wait until later, but now she had
some hope.

She looked for Tonta and saw her lying nearby.  Tonta had been watching her
friend and seemed to understand what the Rangerette was trying to do.  Smiling
at her Tonta closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

The night went slowly for the Rangerette and Tonta.  The drunken gang, even
Billy was drunk now, raped both women continually.  The drunker they became the
more their appetites for sex with the bound heroines grew.  Finally, in the
early hours of the morning, all four men fell into a deep sleep.

The masked woman lay listening to the labored breathing and snoring.  Certain
that all the men were sleeping, she started working her right hand against the
loose strap.  Slowly she turned and pulled until she felt her hand start to pull
through the loop.  Constricting her hand, she pulled it out of the strap.  She
was elated.  Her hand was free, but the way she was bound the only other knot
she could reach was the one that tied her hands and ankles together.  She pulled
at that knot until it too released.  She slowly straightened her pain filled
legs and stretched them out.  It felt good, very painful, but good.

The Rangerette moved across the cave floor, until she was next to Tonta.  Taking
the sleeping woman's hand in hers, the masked woman squeezed it lightly.  Tonta
awoke and was delighted to see her friend next to her.  The Rangerette worked
quickly and freed one of Tonta's wrists.  Alternating the two women untied each
other's bonds and soon lay free of their bondage.  Now they needed weapons.

Billy was the nearest of the gang for the women to reach.  He lay with the
Rangerette's guns lying near his head.  Moving like a cat, the woman move to
within a foot of her guns.  Reaching slowly she grasped the gunbelt and pulled
it to her, taking care not to disturb the sleeping boy.  Retreating to where
Tonta waited, the Rangerette unholstered a gun and opened the gate to check for
cartridges.  The cylinder was empty.  Billy must have removed the shells while
he played with her revolvers.  Pulling bullets from the loops on the gunbelt,
she handed them and the gun to Tonta to load, while she loaded the other gun.

The women were now armed in case the men awoke, but there were other things to
attend to before they took the gang into custody.  The masked woman watched
their sleeping tormentors, while Tonta left the cave and relieved herself.  When
her companion returned the heroine took her turn.  Outside she squatted over the
edge of the drop-off and urinated.  

As she entered the cave, she saw Tonta with a canteen of water wetting a rag. 
The maiden gave herself a 'whores' bath, cleaning cum and feces off her nether
regions and face.  When she finished, she handed the canteen and another rag to
the Rangerette.  The masked woman cleaned her abused areas, then retrieved her
pile of clothing and dressed.  Tonta had repaired her vest and had made a thong
from a piece of rag to cover her sex.  Tonta had found her own gun and knife in
one of the niches and buckled them on her hips.

The women settled against a wall and mulled over what their next move would be. 
They decided to wait until full light, then awaken the men. With their hangovers
from the nights drinking, they might not have much fight left in them.  

Suddenly Billy awoke.  In his sleep he had reached for his guns and couldn't
find them.  He looked into the eyes of the two women and started yelling. 
"They're loose!  Look out they're loose!" 

All hell broke loose as the men awoke and reached for their guns.  The women had
no choice but to shoot.  Chico was the first hit.  The Rangerette's bullet
struck his gun, smashing it from his hand.  Tonta shot Pop in the right biceps
as he was bringing his gun up to fire.  Butch grabbed his gun and ran toward the
cave entrance firing wildly as he ran.  The Rangerette's slug hit him in the
buttock and he fell face-forward.  His gun slipped from his hand and clattered
across the cave floor.

Only seconds had passed since Billy had sounded the alarm.  As the smoke cleared
in the cavern, two of the outlaws, Butch and Pop were down with gunshot wounds. 
Chico's hand was numb from the impact of the masked woman's slug against his
gun.  And the boy cowered in fright after the demonstration of the women's
marksmanship.  Neither of the heroines had been hit in the melee.

After tying Chico and Billy the women tended to Butch and Pop.  Their wounds
were bleeding but not serious.  They'd live to face justice.  

They used Billy and Chico to load the pack animals and to hoist Butch and Pop
into the same position on the pack horses that the women had ridden to the cave
in.  They mounted Billy and Chico on two of the saddle horses and tied their
hands to the pommels on the saddles.  With Tonta leading and the Rangerette
bringing up the rear, the Cavanaugh gang started their trip to pay for their
crimes.

At the entrance to the pass where they were captured the women found their
mounts Silver and Scout still waiting.  And after picking up the abandoned wagon
at the stream, the group continued on to Clearwater.

The End