John C. Horst's Blog, page 25

Maybe that Wolfer drilled too deep in your head.

Jesus Helguera He put his hands over his face and rubbed his temples. “I have lost my wife, my child, my Sally, and now I am constantly thinking of you.”
“Sally? Who is this Sally, Pendejo?”
“My mule.”
“Pendejo, you need a get a grip on yourself. Sally was a beast of burden.”
“Well, I loved her.”
Chica shrugged. “I am sorry if I make you sad, Pendejo. I din’ never mean to make you sad. If you like, I will go back to jail and take my medicine.”
He turned and grabbed her. “I can’t stand this uncertainty. You come and you go. I don’t know where you are, what you are doing. I look for you to show up and you aren’t there. I, I just don’t know, Chica. I just don’t know.”
“Well, Pendejo, I don’ see, how do I say, no estímulo a permanecer.”
“I have no idea what you are saying, Chica.”
“You never ask me to stay, Pendjeo. I have never heard you say, don’ go, Chica. Not once.”
She got up and lit two cigarettes. She handed him one. “Come on, Pendejo, les’ stop arguing.” She smoked while taking off her dress, crawled into the bed and pressed herself against him. “You are jus’ tired. Maybe that Wolfer drilled too deep in your head.” The Mule Tamer

She pressed her body against his and then, gently, lovingly made love to him, his first and last and best time.

Marcel Dyf They stayed together for the rest of the night. Maria watched as lights went out under her door. The old woman and old man left them alone and Maria was thankful for it. Even though she didn’t love him, she thought, it was a good thing for her to spend his final moments with him. She had cast a spell many years ago, and it was the least she could do. It was the greatest kindness she could give him and she sat close and kept his head cool with wet rags. She brushed his cheek gently. He smiled up at her.
“I love you Maria. You know I love you.”
“And I you, Crisanto.” He brightened. “I know I told you that day out with the mustangs that I did not and could not love you, but I was wrong. I love you.”
With that she stood up and, gently, noiselessly barred her door. She stood over him and slowly removed her clothes. With all his will he moved aside, making room for the love of his life as she climbed into bed with him. She pressed her naked body against his and then, gently, lovingly made love to him, his first and last and best time. He was dead. Maria's Trail

“Every time felt even better than the last.”

Marcel Dyf She crawled quietly into bed. Marta let her; let her believe that she could get away with it. She waited, listened to Rebecca breathe.  When Rebecca was finally quiet, beginning to drift off, Marta suddenly began, a little too loudly and tersely. “Well, young lady. You’ve got some explaining to do!”
“Oh, Marta.” She was so happy that her sister was awake, she needed to talk, needed to tell her all about it. “Oh, I can’t tell you, can’t begin to tell you.”
“It was, how was it?”
“It was like whatever the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life, times a thousand.” She held her sister’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Every time felt even better than the last.”
“Every time! You did it more than once?”
“Four times.”
“My God! Rebecca, you’re going to get knocked up.” The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest

The pretty assistant swam up to Maria and put her hand on her head, leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips.

Marcel Dyf ~ Femme Decolletee Maria stepped into the water and turning over, floated on her back. The sea was so salty that she could do this effortlessly. She was drunk enough to tell the pretty assistant what she wanted to know. She grinned and said, “I was talking to God.”
“Oh?” The pretty assistant swam up to Maria and put her hand on her head, leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips. It was the softest, most tender kiss Maria had ever felt and she looked at the woman, then stood upright and put her palm to the assistant’s cheek.
“I am sorry, Bonita, but I am not that way.” She watched the woman’s heart break and gave her a smile. “I wish I were that way, but I am not. I would like to make God angry by loving women, but it just is not my way. I am sorry.”
The woman smiled and walked back onto the beach and dropped down upon the sand and stared up at the moonlit sky. Maria joined her. Maria's Trail

“I am sorry.” She grinned and bit her lip. “You are just too beautiful not to touch.”

Marcel Dyf ~ Good Morning She took her to an empty room in the back. It contained a big bathtub. It had been prepared especially for Maria. She stripped down and they took her outfit and cleaned it. She relaxed in the hot water, smoked a cigar and drank some mescal. She’d rest for a while and decided that now would be a good time to interrogate her escort.
“Tell me. Were there two men here in the past day? They would be from the south, wearing black boots to the knee and striped trousers. One had long moustaches and the other no hair on his face at all.”
“Oh, yes. They were here. They had a lot of money. They had some things to sell from a church.”
“And where are they?”
The woman was washing Maria’s back and becoming too friendly. Maria gently pushed her away and the escort blushed.
“I am sorry.” She grinned and bit her lip. “You are just too beautiful not to touch.”
Maria rinsed off and got out of the tub. “Come now, darling. Pay attention.” She dressed quickly so as not to distract the young whore. “Where did the two men go?” Maria's Trail

Free All Day: The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest

The Mule Tamer III: Marta's Quest

Free All Day, The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest

This book, like the first two, is a unique mix of western, historical, mystery, and romance with a cast of characters that yank you into their adventures from the very start and keep you with them until the end - LOVED IT!

Free All Day, Sunday, January 27. The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest

“You don’t have a good look. You have a look like you don’t think you could do it.”

Maria looked at Juana. She hadn’t changed. She was still a child and this confounded Maria. “Where have you been?”
“Oh, here and there.” She took a drink of water and regarded Maria. “You got big.” She pointed with a piece of tortilla. “Your tetas are muy grande.”
Maria looked down at her breasts.
“What are you going to do now that they are dead?”
“I don’t know.” She didn’t like the casual way Juana was speaking of the old people.
Juana looked around the room. “This is nice. You could take over what they were doing for the church, get a man and raise a family here.”
Maria became angry. It was a mean and insensitive thing to say and Juana seemed to sense it.
“Mind you, that’s not what I’d do.”
“Oh, what would you do?”
“I’d go track those bandits down and cut off their cojones and make them eat them with a plate of beans.” She was pleased with that thought. “Beans with beans.” She smiled at Maria and then looked at her a little seriously. “Oh, you don’t think you could do it?”
“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it.”
“You don’t have a good look. You have a look like you don’t think you could do it.”
“I could do it.”
“Then do it.” Juana stood up and brushed the crumbs from her lap. She kicked the crumbs far under the table out of sight. Maria looked at what she was doing, then at the clock on the mantle, then back at Juana. The girl was gone. Maria's Trail

She felt grown up, like a grown woman thinking this way. She had free will. She could manipulate her own world as she saw fit.

Diego Rivera She thought a lot about that. The old woman was very wise and now this prospector was saying a lot of the same things. She wondered why the padre was not so smart as them. He had more book learning. It was as if his teaching was a sort of opposite teaching to this: That we were powerless. That only through the faith in the church could we survive. Like we were forever children who just had to sit there and take it and pray to the statues in the church and hope that God and Jesus would be merciful to us.
She liked the prospector’s take on it a lot better. She felt grown up, like a grown woman thinking this way. She had free will. She could manipulate her own world as she saw fit. Not be some puppet, a marionette, like the prospector said, with the padres or God or the church holding the strings and making everyone act a certain way.
She suddenly felt energetic, excited. She got up and wiped the dust from her pants. “You are a very smart man!” Maria's Trail

It was the kind of look a woman gives when she is very pleased to see a man but doesn’t want the man to know it.

Jesus Helguera Will stood up in his saddle and tipped his hat, “Señora.”
She looked better. The swelling was gone and her face was purple, the sclera of her left eye still bloodshot, but she looked better. He looked at her a little too obviously, then looked away. Her hair was different. She’d combed it over to try and hide her face while it healed. It was much prettier hair than he remembered. She was a lot prettier than he remembered.
She gave him a strange look. It was the kind of look a woman gives when she is very pleased to see a man but doesn’t want the man to know it. This caused Will some confusion.
A man emerged from behind her, out of the shadows of the hovel. This had to be the man who’d done all the work.
Will nodded. “Señor.”
The man nodded back. He was guarded, uncertain what the gringo wanted.
She spoke quickly to the man and he suddenly became friendlier.
“Ah, one of my sister’s protectors.”
Will grinned broadly. He smiled at the lady who beamed back. It was all right, it would be all right now. The Mule Tamer II, Chica's Ride