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Rebel 042 (Old Bill) (Mf hist)

The Search for Gold

	The enemy bunch we ambushed had some prisoners.  We 
killed one before we figured out the people they were prodding 
along in front of them were civilians with their hands tied behind 
them.  Lt. Foster yelled at us and in a running fight that went about 
two miles down this forest road, we managed to bring down the 
whole redcoat detail and salvage two of their captives.  Two others 
died in the fight although I cannot say whose shots killed them.

	While some men searched the dead and picked up the 
weapons, I untied the boy and the young woman, both of them 
terrified and moaning with fear.  "Where are the others, my father 
and brother?" the boy demanded.  I looked at the girl and shook my 
head.  She led the boy away and talked to him quietly.  We tossed 
the dead Brits into the woods and dug a pit for the others, two men 
and one full-grown women who, the girl explained, were the boy's 
father, aunt and uncle."

	"He said something about a brother, didn't he?" I asked her.

	"Yes, but they killed him yesterday.  He's forgotten I suppose."  
She shook her head and then walked off to help tend our wounded.

	"She explained," the boy said.  "But we were loyal, all of us and 
my brother, he was ready to join a Tory legion and fight for his 
king."

	"How long have you been prisoners?" I asked.

	"Three days.  They did awful things to Mother and Michelle, 
all of them.  They were real nasty."

	I looked at the boy; he seemed perhaps ten, but I'm no judge 
of youth.  Once all our men could travel and we had buried the 
dead, we jangled back to our camp with our additional horse and 
weapons.

	"Should be some gold in one of them saddle bags," the girl said 
as she rode beside me, comfortably astride.  "The Philips was rich.  
That's likely why we were raided."

	I told Lt. Foster and then returned to ride where I could talk 
to the girl.  She was a servant, but not bound, just a local girl whose 
home was in the hills.

	"Jimmy said they, well he said they did awful things to you and 
his mother."

	She nodded.  "Poor woman," she said, "she just screamed and 
screamed when they did her, took turns on her.  They made her 
husband watch and kept asking him where he hid his money.  One 
a'them even did me on his horse, made me hold the animal's neck 
while he swived me.  They was beasts, that bunch."

	"So they raped you both," I said stupidly.

	She nodded.  "I was a virgin three days ago.  Sergeant 
deflowered me and crowed when he did it.  Waved his bloody cock 
in my face.  They all had me, over and over that first night.  I lost 
count."

	We had emptied ten saddles so I knew the girl had been 
through a rough ordeal.  She looked strong enough to weather it, 
but I did not have any words of comfort I thought appropriate.  
Once in camp, she made herself useful and soon was accepted as one 
of the small bunch of camp followers attached to Washington's army.  
The boy became a drummer and ammunition carrier, very proud of 
his uniform.  I had almost forgotten about them both, when the girl 
found me sitting outside my tent, flaking some flints.

	"Mornin'," she said as I squinted up at her.  "Heard somethin' 
might interest you."  She plopped down beside me, smelling very 
clean.  It took me a minute to figure out who she was.  "Jimmy tole 
me yesterday that he knows were the gold's at."

	"Jimmy?" I said.

	"The boy, the son, you remember." She held her hand about 
four feet off the ground.

	"He did?" I said as the long, hot fight came back to me along 
with the sight of a man with his hands  tied falling from his horse.

	"Yep," she said.  "Tole me his daddy hid it in the smokehouse, 
right under the firepit."

	"Pretty smart," I said.

	"Let's go get it," she said with a smile.  "We'll be rich."

	"Guess it's the boy's, ain't it?" I said.

	"He'll share.  I'm sure he will," she said, looking like she was 
sorry she told me.

	I got permission when I explained what the goal was.  The 
army could use gold more than anybody just then, and Jimmy said 
he would give half to the government, if we would go fetch it.  So 
off we went, Wendy and me, with three days rations and a 
packhorse.  I had tried to get her and the boy to make a map but 
they disagreed so much about details that we decided to take the 
girl along as a guide.  Lt. Foster gave me the usual lecture about 
behaving myself.  I promised I would not touch the girl, and he 
laughed and turned his back.

	We camped the first night near a small stream, maybe two-
thirds of the way to our objective according to her guess.  We built a 
small fire, cooked our grub and turned in early, on opposite sides of 
the fire.  I could see her eyes glowing as I rolled into my blanket.  I 
was almost asleep when something came crashing through the 
woods and sped on past our camp, a deer I suppose because right 
behind it came a good sized black bear, galloping on all fours and so 
intent on the chase that it ignored us completely.

	I had jumped out of my covers and lifted my musket without 
thinking what I was doing, and when the woods quieted, the girl 
looked at me rather strangely.  "Were you scared?" she said quietly, 
sitting up and holding her blanket to her shift-clad shoulders.

	"Sure," I said.  "Damn right."

	"Your, ah, your, well, it was poking out something fierce.  I 
couldn't help seeing it," she said, pointing.

	I looked down and there it was, free of my shirttail.  "Sorry," I 
said, and pulled my shirt down and turned my back.

	The girl stood, picked up her blanket and moved to my side of 
the fire while I put on some more dry wood.  "I'd feel safer over 
here, I think," she said quietly.

	"You sure?" I said, smiling at her. "After what you saw?"

	She dropped her blanket and came into my arms.  I held her 
for a while and then made up a bed for the both of us.  It did not 
take us long to join our bodies.  "Ah," was all she said, but she said 
several times, louder and louder as she stamped her feet on my 
blanket and arched beneath me.

	Her repeated Ah's became throaty Um's as our pace increased 
and our bodies lunged into each other until they were satisfied.  We 
rested after a while and listened to the forest and the slow burning 
fire's crackle.  "I did that once before, you know."  She kissed me 
and relaxed in my arms, her head on my chest.

	"Rape's got nothing to do with this, does it?" I said.

	She shook her head.  "They were just using me, trying to hurt 
me.  It made them feel powerful, I guess."

	"How old are you?" I asked, petting her raised hip, stealing 
tiny kisses.

	"Seventeen," she said.  "Just last month."

	"You'll find a man, a man to marry, when this is over, maybe 
before."

	She sighed.  "Should I tell him, `bout being raped?"

	"Not less'n he asked," I said, posing as an expert when my pool 
of ignorance was bottomless.  I got back to what I did know and 
pretty soon we were tiring each other so we could sleep and not 
worry about anything. She was tight and eager, and I was hard and 
lustful.  It did not take us long to work up a sweat, but our second 
joining last a good bit longer than our first and left us gasping for 
breath.   I kissed her gently as my horn eased out of her.

	In the faint light of morning, I looked at the girl sleeping beside 
me. "Seventeen, " I thought.  She did not need me prodding her 
insides.  It took both pissing and pounding to get it down.

	We found the house, rested and ate, then went to work in the 
smokehouse, digging where the fire had long burned.  If there had 
been gold there, someone had beaten us to it and the dirt floor 
showed no signs of being disturbed so I figured maybe Jimmy had 
remembered wrong or was trying to just fool the girl.  Maybe he 
dreamed it, I thought.  We checked the corncrib, the carriage house, 
chicken coop, the outhouse and then the springhouse.  No signs of 
gold in any of them or of anything being buried.

	We sat on the back steps of the burned home, now nothing 
but a few charred timbers and a chimney.  "Any place else to look?" I 
asked as she sat holding my arm and purring.

	"Over in the weeds there, was some old places."  She pointed, 
and we went and kicked stones and bricks, dug some and poked 
around in the foundations of old outbuildings.  Nothing. 
 
	We were drawing a bucket of water from the well when the 
girl pointed and said, "Look!"

	A half-dozen Redcoats were coming up the lane toward the 
burned homestead.  I hustled our three horses into the stable and 
unlimbered my rifle, carbine and pistol.  There was really no place to 
hide.

	The party of horsemen was carrying shovels and made 
straight for the smokehouse.  Four set to digging while the officer 
lounged in the shade and a sergeant supervised the work.  I took 
the opportunity to show Wendy how to load the short musket and 
pistol.  I knew it was just a matter of time, and we were not about to 
give ourselves up.

	After an hour or so of fruitless digging the sweating soldiers 
leaned on their shovels by a pile of orange dirt while the officer and 
his sergeant conferred.  They then spread out in teams while the 
lieutenant went back to his shade and the sergeant headed our way.  
He came right into the stable, saw the horses and was about to yell 
when I clubbed him down with my carbine.  It made a solid thunk, 
but I doubted anyone would have heard it outside the carriage 
house.

	I gagged the unconscious man, hog tied him, took his saber 
and pistol as well as his purse and decided to go on the offensive.  I 
gave the girl the loaded pistol, pushed her into the darkest corner, 
and put my finger to my lips.  I drew my bayonet and went hunting.  
Next door I found two Redcoats standing in the shade of the 
doorway resting.  I stepped into the gloom, closed the door, and 
stabbed one through the neck before the other could raise an 
outcry.  He died with my blade in his heart, and the odds had 
become much more even.  I peeked out; saw only the officer who 
seemed to be napping, legs crossed at the ankles.

	I crept though the weeds behind the outbuildings and stepped 
out beside the man, grabbed him under the chin and pulled him back 
into the fenceline brush, kicking.  I cut his throat and scampered 
back to the stable, both hands dripping with British blood.

	"He's awake," Wendy said pointing her pistol at the sergeant.

	I went and knelt beside the man.  "I got your leftentant and 
two of your men," I told him quietly.  "Now I'm going out to take 
care of the other two.  You be quiet or I'll end you right now.  All 
right?"

	He nodded, eyes staring at my bloody blade.

	I went back to the girl.  "Where are the others?" I asked.

	"In the springhouse," she said, pointing with her pistol.  I gave 
her the carbine on half-cock, showed her how to use it, primed both 
pistols again and walked over to the springhouse.  They must have 
seen me coming because they both ran for their weapons as I 
approached.  I knelt and shot one in the middle of the back and then 
ran at the other who was frantically trying to get his weapon ready.  
I shot him in the head at about ten feet and splattered his brains all 
over his horse.

	I finished loading the dead man's short musket and finished off 
the man I had hit in the back with a head shot.  That just left the 
sergeant.

	I went back and removed his gag.

	"You done all a'them?" he asked.

	I nodded and wiped my bayonet on his sleeve.

	"What were your orders?" I asked.

	"They said there was gold up `ere," he said.  "We was to fetch 
it."

	"Who said?"

	"Dunno," the sergeant said, looking from me to Wendy.

	"What did your officer say, exactly?" I demanded

	"Under the `arth, that's wot `e said."

	"Hearth?"

	The man nodded.

	I got a shovel from the shed next door where the two bodies 
lay heaped together and went back to the smokehouse.  The brick 
hearth ran like a path from the front step of the sturdy building half-
way across the floor.  I had only dug up the middle, but the 
Redcoats and dug up the rest.  I began working on the step itself 
and the path outside.  An hour later, I gave up that search, got a 
drink and took one to the girl and the hog-tied sergeant.

	"Hearth?" I asked him again.

	He nodded and I put his gag back in.  In what was left of the 
house, I shoveled down to the fireplace and attacked the thick, 
stone slab of its hearth.  What had looked like a solid stone proved 
to be some carefully fitted pieces and when I pried one aside, a slab 
of at least a hundred pounds; there was the treasure, three canvas 
bags.  I was about to lift one out of the hole when I heard a shot 
and then a scream.

	I grabbed the shovel, ran through the burned wreckage of the 
house and reached the backyard just in time to see Wendy run from 
the stable with the big sergeant after her, rope dangling from one 
wrist and his wide sword in his hand.  I yelled and he turned 
toward me, smiling.  I wished I had taken time to reload one of 
those pistols as we approached each other.  He called me a few 
names and told me how many pieces he was going to carve me into 
and what he was planning for the girl.  I kept my mouth closed and 
concentrated on blocking his wild swings with my shovel.  He drove 
me back with battering chops and threatening lunges, whacking 
gouges out of the shovel's edge.

	When I got to the pile of dirt by the smokehouse, I stopped 
retreating, knocked his blade aside and went for his eyes.  He 
ducked and stabbed.  I tripped and fell.  He smiled just before a 
brick hit him in the side of the head and Wendy yelled, "Look out."

	The blow stunned the man, and he fell to his knees.  I rolled 
over and charged at him, kicked his sword aside before he could get 
to his feet and smashed him in the face with my fist.  He fell to the 
side, and I grabbed up his saber and drove it through him, pinning 
him to the ground.  He only screamed once.

	"I'm sorry," Wendy sobbed, grabbing my arm.  "He jumped at 
me and I missed.  I flinched when the pan flashed."

	"Don't matter," I said, putting my foot on the man's belly, 
withdrawing his blade and skewering him again since he was still 
quivering.  He stopped kicking and waving his arms; blood bubbled 
in his mouth.  Wendy spat on him and we went back to the house.

	It was a good thing we brought the packhorse because there 
was some real weight to those bags.  The coins had melted together, 
but gold is gold, and I guess we had nearly a hundred and fifty 
pounds of it.

	By the time we got the horses loaded with the dead men's 
boots and weapons as well as the gold, the buzzards were circling.  
We left and made our way as quickly as possible toward the river 
and a tavern we had passed on the way up the hill.

	I hauled the heavy bags up to our room, and then we ate a 
good meal on Redcoats' coins and hurried up to the biggest bed in 
the house.  "Seven has slept there some nights," the inn-keeper told 
me as I gave him a crown as a tip, feeling very flush.  He bit the coin 
and said, "What's in them bags?"

	"Lead shot for the army," I said.

	He nodded.  "Right heavy," he said.

	Wendy and I enjoyed each other and slept well and warmly.  
When the tavern's rooster did his thing, I found myself with a 
willing girl in my bed and an erection like a digging rod.  I forgot 
about the gold and the war and concentrated on meeting my body's 
as well as the girl's hungry demands. She moaned and writhed a bit 
and we both grunted like pigs, sometimes in unison.  We rocked 
from side to side and then rolled over and back in the big bed until 
we collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied.

	She turned over, and we kissed and held each other, trembling 
with our mutual accomplishment, our mutual pleasure. Sated.

	"What are we going to do with all that gold?" I said, kissing 
her eyes.

	"We could run away, hide," she suggested.

	"Where?" I said.

	"Canada, Ohio, the Spanish colonies, somewhere warm," she 
said.

	"We'd never have to work," I said, taking her tongue into my 
mouth after I had searched hers with mine.

	"True, true," she sighed as I pulled her closer and sank my pike 
into her tidy trench.  It took much longer for us to satisfy ourselves, 
but we managed to do it again, laughing as we spent ourselves 
completely.

	We stumbled down the steps, ate hoecakes and drank coffee 
and them hurried back to that big bed for one last romp.  We 
enjoyed our bodies and finally had to agree we could do no more.

	We picked up the gold and made our way back to camp.  The 
government took a third, Jimmy got a third and went to live with 
some relatives in the Grants, and Wendy got a third, fifty pounds of 
gold so I they told me.  I heard that she married a large landholder 
on the Hudson before the war was over, a man twice her age.  I 
never saw her again.	

	
	

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