Western Wildcats
By Diane
catscratchlane@yahoo.com
(formally brooklyftgrl50@yahoo.com)

The batwing doors push open on Red Dog Saloon #1 in Tucson Ariz. July 4, 1861. It is a hot dusty day. The owner, Mike "Red Dog “ Callen glances form his perch at the back corner of the saloon and gives a smile. "Well I'll be buzzard bait"
The few customers, mostly cowhands, in the room, some at the bar others playing cards glance at Red Dog then towards where his huge girth of a body is headed.
 
"Sultry Sue" he beams, "when did you get in town" His enormous body envelops the blonde in a bear hug.
"Jesus Mike You are going to crush me. “
All eyes now on the sultry blonde being hugged by the beefy owner of the saloon. The blonde, her white blouse cut close to indecorously low and left her shoulders uncovered. Short puff-sleeves which bared her arms from top of her biceps, like a peasant girl from Mexico.
The blouse was so thin that it showed her bosom held no material under it and her nipples showed thru showing proof of their bulk.
Her blue skirt, to foot level gave only brief hints that she had on flat bottom shoes. Her blonde hair pinned high on her head. A small reticule she carried in her dainty hand.
 
"Are you hear to gamble or just to turn men’s heads" Red asked hugging the blonde again.
"Well, what have you got going" Sue asked crocking it out form the huge man's embrace.
"Ahhhh...my dear I have a good private poker game going on upstairs. Would you like to join in?"
"I think I can handle that" Sue said taking Red's arm as he led her towards the curving staircase ascending to the second floor.
 
Entering the room Red Dog escorted the blonde to the card table in the middle of the room.
"My dear," Red said, "let me introduce you to, Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown, Mr. Joanes, Mr. Abbott, and this is a guest from Canada, Mr. Chave'"
"Mademoiselle" The man said nodding his head.
"And this is Diamond Diane" Red said indicating me lounging on a settee with an almost feline grace. Along with a coffee table close by and an armchair on the opposite side of the room for the benefit of players who wished to relax between hands.
Sue extended her hand to me, "Are you playing too"
"No, she is not" Mr. Chave' exclaimed with out looking up from the table.
Obviously Sue deduced me and Mr. Chave' were together. She turned her attention back to me with her hand still extended. I reached up and clasped it
"I am sure you have heard of me" I said
"I may have" Sue replied our hands clenching tighter as we eyed each other. Sue took in my apparel; my dark hair framed a face of arrogant nature. I had on a muti-colored short sleeved blouse which clung to my breast like a second skin. It was knotted instead of buttoned which left my midriff bare. The material was so thin and tight, like the well endowed Sultry Sue, that the nipples of my large firm breasts pushed so hard agaist the fabric they appeared ready to burst from it. My sexy legs curled on the settee, were hardly covered by a flaring black skirt which ended high enough to show black sandals with laces extending up my calves. A turquoise necklace encircled my neck along with silver bracelets on each wrist and several rings adorned my fingers.
Receiving my bitter scowl Sue returned her attention to the players having forced our tightly clenched handshake to end.
Sue sat down on one of the chairs at the card table as I reclined on the settee. I really didn't like the blonde. Her occasional glance my way told me she felt the say way about me.
The card game went on for a while with different parties winning different hands. Mr. Chave' however was losing most often. Particularly when he felt his hand was lousy against the blonde and tossed in only to find that he had her beat. His frustration was building. A final hand came down to him and Sue unfortunately his finances could not meet the bets the blonde made.
"Diane. Come here darlin. I need your jewelry." I sauntered over to the table and stood behind him glaring at Sue. He showed me his cards.
"Give me your rings and bracelets and that necklace, they should cover the amount."
I looked at the cash in the pot and at Sue. Her smug face infuriated me. I stripped the rings and other jewelry off and slammed them down in the middle of the table.
"Ah ha......" Chave' said turning over his cards and reaching for the pot.
"Not so fast" Sue smiled slowly turning over her cards and revealing a better hand.
"You cad" I screamed at Chave' "You lost my jewels" I stomped back tot he settee.
Sue pulled in the pile of cash and jewelry and emptied it into her settee before rising.
"Well gents. I thank you for your kindness in losing to me. We must get together again some time."
She started towards the door.
"Not so fast Mademoiselle" Chave" said standing. "Let us have a relook at your cards."
The others at the table gasped astonished at him for in these parts to question a winning card hand was to indicate you felt cheating was at hand.
Sue stopped. "My dear man. I do hope you are in no way suggesting some sort of underhandedness was done be me" Her hand went inside her reticule. When it with drew it held a double barreled derringer which she level at Chave'.
They others sprang form their chairs to get out of the line of fire. Looking from Chave' to Sue I sprang from the settee and lunged at her. I caught her derringer gripped wrist with one hand and the other her opposite shoulder. Sue dropped her reticule under my attack and we went backwards until she slammed against the wall.  Gripping her gun hand tight I banged it against the wall until it dropped from her grasp. With the gun gone this would be a more femmine fight.
 
Letting go of her wrist I slapped her face to the delight of the watchers. Taking the blows to her face Sue brought her knee up between us and against my stomach. She pushed off sending me reeling backwards. Catching my balance just in time to meet her tackle we encircled our arms about one another, hands searching for holds on each other we went down on the chair.
"Yeah get her good" the cheers rose
"Come on fight"
"Yeee..hawww.."
It was clear that no one in the room had any intention of trying to break up this entertainment.
I got a hand in the blondes face pushing and a good hand full of her hair pulling. Sue winced as she tried to get onto the chair and straddle me. Her hands tore at my blouse. A well placed fist drove her backwards off me. Springing from the chair we again tackled one another this time onto the coffee table. My blouse having bee torn open revealed clearly what everyone in the room already knew as the huge tanned mounds swung free. Sue likewise had her top ripped open revealing she too wore nothing under it.
Our hands sought for holds on hair and faces, grabbing at wrists and arms. Legs kicked wildly and the sound of fabric ripping filled the room.  More and more legs were revealed. We struggled to our feet and a right hand sent me onto the settee. Sue dove on top of me her hands going around my throat. I grabbed at her hair and a pin stuck my hand causing it to trickle blood. Neither one of us had worked the others hair fully loose. Strands hung down over our faces or down our backs but for the most part the hair remained pinned to our heads.
Sue's hands tightened on my throat. I gripped her forearms scratching at the light covering of blonde hair on her arms. Turning red I brought a fist around and connected on her cheek. Sue tumbled off of me to the floor. Getting up gasping for air my arm was grabbed and I was flung around and against the door. It sprung open sending me wheeling thru it and across the hallway smashing against the wall.
The downstairs bar room floor had become crowded now with the evening guests. Sue had no intention of ending the fight because I had left the room. Do to the noise only a few patrons noticed the disheveled blonde come out the room door and grab onto my shoulders. I gripped her shoulders back as we twisted and turned struggling. The gamblers all tried to get out the door at the same time to follow what was proving to be a very event full entertainment.
Scene #1 continued...

Turning each other around we stumbled towards the railing. Sue bent me over the railing her hands moving to my throat. My blouse was in tatters giving those below a great view of my breasts. I used my foot and drove it into the back of Sue's calf. She doubled backwards and went down on the floor dragging me with her. On top of her I clamped my hands on her throat choking her back. The card players filed out form the room and stood watching us.
"That’s it give it to her"
"Get her good, fight her"
None of them mentioned a name because Sue and I were fairly unknown to them. They were just too happy to see two sexy women fight, especially since our clothes had begun taking abeating.
More and more downstairs were beginning to notice the commotion on the upper level.
Sue and I picked one another up by the throat and slammed each other into the wall. Our faces were turning red as we choked each other. We moved around and as fate would have it stumbled thru the open stairway. Down the steps we tumbled head over heels.
 The tumble down the stairs revealed tot he on lookers down there the attire under my skirt.
As I hit the bottom of the stairs my skirt was ridden up showing a brief triangle of red cloth attached by stings covering my dark patch.
Dazed by no where finished with our fight we both got up. Getting to our feet a right cross from me sent the blonde tottering backwards onto a table. The occupants grabbing their drinks and scattering. Her torn skirt dropped to her ankles revealing a pair of white boondockers to her mid thighs where garter belts attached to black stockings, now showing runs, covered her legs. I leapt onto top of her. Our combined weight collapsed the table spilling us to the floor.
"Should I have the boys break them up boss" the bartender asked Mike.
Mike glanced around at the cheering crowd. "No let them fight it out. I think this is going to be good for business tonight."
"Yahoo..." cried went up
"Snatch her bald honey"
"Ride'em cowgirl"
"Who are they" was the most question asked.
"The dark haired filly there is Diamond Diane. I hear say she is one quick lady with a gun and no so slow with her fists either. The golden haired wild cat is Sultry Sue. She's a gambler, maybe not so on the up and up but don't think anyone has ever called her out on it afore"
Sue and I churned over and over on the sawdust covered saloon floor. Squeals and cussing rang from both of us. When we finally pulled each other to our feet, hands buried deep in each others hair yanking for all we were worth, Sue's white undergarment had been removed allowing the black silk stockings to bunch around her feet and showing the more then great full crowd her dark blonde patch. Her torn and tattered blouse still flapped about her huge breasts. Like wise my skirt having left my hips remained behind on the floor.  One of the strings holding the red fabric patch to me hung free allowing dark bristly pubic hair to show. My own blouse also torn to shreds flapped about me, my massive breasts swinging back and forth.
The cowhands and towns men about the room cheered in a frenzy as Sue and I pulled one another about the room by the hair. If its one thing cowboys like, it’s a good hair-yanking girl fight. Sue and I were giving them that and more. Not only were she and I adept in the art of feminine fighting, which mostly involved hair yanking and scratching, but both of us were equally at ease at fist fighting. There fore at lengths hands let go of hair clutches to swing a fist at each other. The results so far were a bloody lip on Sue and a bloody nose on me.
Other then squeals, grunts and groans and an occasional, cuss word, she and I said little. We knew what we had to do and there was no need for talking; only fighting. When we finally reached the bar side of the room we were both completely naked except for our shoes. The batwing doors continued to swing open and close as more and more on lookers entered the saloon to see the female fight. 
"No ones buying drinks" the bartender said to Mike.
"Don't worry they will" he replied eyeing with eager eyes the many customers. 
Sue bent me backwards over the bar pulling my hair. I tore at hers back. I let go and my hand searched the bar blindly until it fell upon a bottle. I smashed the bottle holding it by the neck and would have cut her throat north to south if it not for the burly hand of the bartender that gripped my wrist and wrenched the broken glass form my hand.
"Ah...ahhhh... fight fair" he grinned.
My now free fist caught her on the chin knocking her back. I went after her only to be met with a right cross to my nose. Blood flowed from the other nostril. I swung back with a crunching sound to her nose and she backed up holding it. 
Blood flowed down our chins and necks and over our huge sweat sawdust covered breasts. We were both breathing heavily but this was still far from over. Once again we went at each other grabbing hand fulls of hair and yanking. Our feet kicked at each others shins and legs. The crowd was wild. There was no more room to get in so people stood hanging onto the batwing doors cheering. The front windows had faces pressed against the glass peering.
Again we went against the bar. I had Sue bent over it. Her hand left my hair and went in my face pushing. It smeared the blood all over my face. I pushed my hand in her face doing the same. Her hand then went to my breast. Slippery wet from blood and sweat she mauled it. I pulled her hand away once, twice then grabbed her enormous breast. With one hand we yanked on hair the other grabbed, twisted and pulled on each others tit.
Sue wrestled me over on the bar. Leaning in close she sank her teeth into my shoulder. I let out a scream and turned my head to her arm that had my hair I bit hard feeling her hairy arm on my tongue. Sue let out an equally loud scream as blood ran down her arm. We came off the bar and twirled into a crowd who couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Grabbing us both they shoved us away. Still clinging to one another we stumbled to the batwing doors, the outside crowd scattered as we hit and went thru them to the outside. Losing our footing we went down on the wooden planks outside the saloon. Holding tight we rolled over them and down onto the muddy wagon trodden street. The crowd inside pushed and wedged themselves to get out to watch the fight.
Scene #1 continued.

Over and over in the mud and blood Sue and I wrestled. Our arms wrapped tightly about each other occasionally grabbing the back of each others matted and tangled hair and yanking heads back.
More people came hurrying down the street to the Red Dog Saloon to see what all the yelling was about.
To the new comers, the sight of 2 buxom women locked together wrestling on the street in the mud was a thing to behold. The men were certainly enjoying it and some of the women, especially the saloon girls. In their scanty clad outfits, some of them with breasts hanging out, jumped and cheered the two of us on not really caring who the winner would be as long as it got the cowhands to spend their money.
We had been fighting for just about a half hour and it was taking its toll on us both. Besides the cuts and bleeding fatigue was setting in. No longer were solid punches being thrown. Fists were landing weakly on one another’s faces and breasts. We were both fairly covered in mud. Coming apart Sue weakly pulled herself up on the wooden plank sidewalk. I tackled her from behind to cheers. Our hands buried in each others hair we pulled one another to our feet and went against the window. With Sue's back pressed against the window the crowd inside banged on the window as if they were caressing her mud covered body.
Moving off the window we staggered around and lurched into the huge wooden rain barrel it toppled over and spilled its entire contents of rain water into the street which Sue and I splashed into.
As we rolled and wrestled the mud churning it over and over it turned into a soupy goo covering us from heat to toe so that it was difficult to tell us apart. The muck was so slippery that hand holds were all but impossible. The only good grab was hair which we pulled and tugged on.
Getting Sue down I grabbed a handful o f the muck and shoved it in her face. Sue spattered and spit and her fist caught me on the chin knocking me off of her. Reeling backwards into the mud I started to get up and caught a thrown hand full of mud in the face. On my knees wiping my eyes Sue grabbed my hands pushing them out to the sides. Her massive 38D's pressed into my mud covered 36C's. The mud covered mounds slipped and slid back and forth. I pulled my hands free form her grip which she could not hold and wrapped around her. Sue arms embraced me and we crushed our chests into each other. I freed a hand and put it in her muddy bloody face pushing her head back. I thought she would grab my hand but she gripped one of my tits. Grinding it as hard as the slippery mound would allow I groaned. I forced her over on her back with a splat and got on top of her. My hands grabbed her breasts and she got my other one to the wild cheers of the crowd. Our hands worked each others breasts as best we could trying to cause as much pain as possible.
A right fist to my jaw toppled me off of her. She was quick on top of me and we resumed our breast mauling. Exhaustion beginning to over come us Sue sought to end it. A hand full of mud she scooped and shoved in my face. The goo clogged my nose and mouth. Releasing her breasts I attempted to wipe it away. A fist caught my nose. Then a back hand to my cheek and another hard slap to my face. Another back hand to my face and I blacked out.
Sue wearily got up off my staggering almost falling. Mike order a few of the salon girls to help her. "Take her upstairs and clean her up tend to her cuts" he said turning to open the batwing doors.
"What about her" someone asked him gesturing to my supline body.
'Not my problem" he said going into the Red Dog and annousing, "First drink on the house" the crowd roared inside swelling the place to a size that the saloon hadn't seen in quite a while.
A few gawkers remained to stare at my mud covered body.
Approaching the Red Dog from the opposite side of the street came a group of portly elderly women, marching in a stern fashion. Out in front her massive 250 lbs frame striding along in a gingham dress. A black flowered hat perched on her gray hair, Grace Garabaldi was the leader of the town Women's Civic Organization. Their purpose, to rid the town of all wretched, low life. They had gotten word of a ruckus at the Red Dog however arrived to late to observe the fight. Crossing the street at an angle to the Saloon they stopped to see my spread out muddy bloody naked body.
Grace made a honest mistake in assuming that I had been the victim of a "roll" or "mugging"
"You" she called, "and you" shouting at two older cowhands trying to slink away with having to face the summoning by Grace. "Come back here and take this woman to my house. Take off your shirts and cover her up and God help you if I find that you took any liberties"
Rather then face the wrath of Grace they somberly obeyed.
"Two of you go with them: she said to her group, "you others come with me"
No decent women of the west entered saloons, but Grace shoved open the batwing doors and entered. Finding Mike she proceeded to remind him of her and her group’s purpose. Mike waved off the raving. No mention was made of the fight, nor were my or Sue's name, or the reason for the fight.
Satisfied that she had made her point to any and all who would listen Grace and the group left the Red Dog.

Western Wildcats
Scene # 2
 
I opened my eyes slowly not knowing where I was. The last thing I remember was lying in mud, covered with it, fighting with Sue and her on top of me. This was a nice soft bed with covers. I picked my arm up and looked at it, Besides some scratches and cuts, no mud.
A noise tot he side made me turn my head which hurt like hell. A girl stood with her back to me. She had long red hair pulled back behind her. It reached down to her mid back. She was wearing a tan colored gingham dress with brown low heeled riding boots. She was well proportioned form the back and when she heard me and turned around she was very well proportioned in the front also. She had a face like I had seen in some of those picture books of angels.
"Well" she smiled. "I'm, glad to see you come around I was starting to worry about you and was going to fetch the Doc again. He came when we brought you here and tended to your injuries. Mostly just cuts and bruising. Oh I'm sorry; I'm Rebecca, or Becky. Everyone calls me Becky."
I picked up the covers and looked. I was stark naked under the covers. Noticing this she said,
"You didn't have any clothes on when we brought you here. I guess they took them too. My mother is Grace Garabaldi. She is the head of the Ladies Civic. She and the ladies found you outside that dreaded Red Dog saloon. They must have jumped you, or that's what Ma says. Becky it turns out is 19 yrs old. Old for a woman in this area and time.
I prop myself up on the bed and she comes and sits on the edge.
"I can't wait for Ma to get that saloon closed. I hate those saloon girls."
"Oh" I say touching my teeth feeling for loose ones. That Sue packs a wallop.
"Well:" she says leaning in. "My beau, Rob, he works as a cowhand for the Lucky H ranch, and he is always in the Red Dog spending his pay, and talking over and over about Roxie, one of the saloon girls. I told him I would fight her for him but he says I'm too young and don't know how to fight. He is afraid I would get hurt. I tell you I would love to get my hands on her."
"Hmmmmmm...." I think to myself," this maybe a chance to get back inside the saloon and get at Sultry Sue."
"I may have an idea for you Becky" I tell her. "You and I should have a fake fight in front of Rob at the saloon. When you beat me, an older woman, then he will think that you can handle yourself."
"Do you think it will work" Becky asks enthusiastically.
"I'm sure something will come of it" I tell her "but I'm going to need some clothes"
 
Standing in front of Becky turning around asking her what she thinks.
"Well, it is one of my older dresses". She tells me. The dress, a faded blue one is a little tight on me showing off my chest and hips. Also the boots are a little tight but it was all she had..
"OK" I ask her " now you know what to do after you show me which cowpoke is Rob right"
"Yes I got it" she says.
The Garabaldi house is one of the finer homes in town and on the very edge of the town. Becky and I walk to the Red Dog saloon taking some of the back alleyways so no one sees us together. Once there Becky points out a cow hand sitting at a table with a couple of others. I push thru the bat wing doors and everyone in the place turns to look. A few recognize me form the other evening. I stroll over to the table of cowhands and place a foot on Rob’s chair.
"How about buying a girl a drink" I say.
Now in the west saloon girls take offense to any other females that enter their territory and try to take away their money.
I turned around and sat myself down on Robs lap and pulled his Stetson off tossing it on the table. I could feel him getting hard under my dress. With that Becky pushed thru the bat wing doors with hands on her hips.
The saloon girls at the bar were just about ready to come over and remove my person from the saloon but now held back to see what happened.
Becky stamped across the wooden floor.
"Becky..." Rob stammered.
She held up her hand for him to be silent.
"And just what do you think your doing with my man" she announced in her most cat-fighting voice.
"What ever I dam well please" I smiled back loud enough for all to hear. Everyone tensed sensing a fight brewing.
Becky reached down and grabbed my wrist hauling me to my feet.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson you cow turd" Becky said pushing her sleeves up over her elbows.
"I'm going to love to have you try you little piece of calf shit."
The crowd began to move back giving us a small circle. At the top of the steps Sultry Sue appeared unnoticed by anyone. After our fight Mike had made her in charge of the saloon girls since she brought him in so much money that night. Now she stood at the railing looking down at the two of us. She had her long blond hair pulled up on her head. She wore a long white dress that came to the floor but was slit to her hip on one side. The dress was off the shoulders and barley contained her massive breasts. White gloves covered her hands and arms to her forearms.
"Get her Diamond Diane" one of the cowpokes recognized me.
"Hey" Rob shouted,
"Hey nothing" he returned "this is going to be good"
Becky came at me and we grabbed each others arms leaning into one another. We began to struggle twisting back and forth and letting out straining groans. 
"Grab my hair" I whispered to her. " They like it when fighting gals pull hair"
Becky's hands burying into my hair and held on. I winced my face like I was in pain and grabbed her hair back. She mimicked my wincing pain as we staggered around.
"That's it pull her hair out" cries went up.
"Hit me" I whispered again.
"Hit you" she whispered back.
"Yes hit me slap my face or punch me"
Her hand let go of my hair and hit my face but it was obvious that it wasn't a real hit. Some of the crowd began to get annoyed.
"This isn't working" I said. I grabbed her dress and ripped it down the front exposing her undergarments.
"Yeah, that's it" a yell went up.
Becky's eyes went wide as she tried to cover up.
"Rip my dress" I told her. When she didn't move I slapped her hard across her face. Her head snapped to the side and her face became bright red. I must have woken something up inside her because she turned back and hit me hard making my head ring.
She grabbed my dress and tore it open showing that unlike her I was naked under it.
We launched into each others hair pulling.
"That's more like it" I whispered but Becky pulled us tot he sawdust covered floor. Again she smacked my face.
"Hey" I said and got another smack.
I cracked her back and wrestled her over on her back. Our legs tangled the dresses hiking up. For a 19 yr old girl she was a hand full. Over and over we tumbled our dresses ripping more and more. Her long red hair was flying about covered with saw dust as was my dark brown hair. The crowd was going wild as the two of us wrestled on the floor.
"Get her Becky gal" I heard Rob cheering.
She got on top of me breaking free from my hair pulling and began banging my head on the floor.
Up the stairs Sue could tell what was going on. She and I fought tooth and nail and she knew this teenager could not be getting the best of me. She began a slow decent of the steps.
I feinted loosing conscious to get her to stop which worked. She let go of my hair and got up. Her red hair was a mass of knots and tangles. Her dress was ripped in several places and showing some breast and she was covered in sawdust.
"Ahhhhhemmmmm........." Sue cleared her throat loud enough for all to her and cast the eyes her way at the bottom of the steps.
"I think" she said, "that Diamond Diane is here for me"
Standing by my feet Becky pointed her finger to the end of the bar where a brunette saloon girl stood against the bar with a few cowhands.
"I'm here for her" she said tossing her red hair back.
Roxie, the saloon girl whom Rob often spoke of knew who Becky was and was only too eager to take her on. Becky started moving towards Roxie who set her glass on the bar and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Suddenly a saloon girl broke away from the bar and tackled Becky to the floor.
The crowd, looking for any two girls to fight went crazy.Roxie was still coming towards them. I got up off the floor to stop her when a blond saloon girl grabbed my arm and spun me around. A solid punch sent me reeling back into the crowd. They caught me coping some feels on my exposed breast and tossed me back at the blond. We caught one another in a bear hug and went against the bar. Her hands dug into my hair. I grabbed her hair back and pulled. We rolled along the bar pushing cowboys and saloon girls out of our way fighting. I pulled at her skimpy saloon outfit ripping it apart. She tore at my dress shredding it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Roxie and the saloon girl had Becky on her back and were pulling her hair, tearing her clothes, slapping and punching her.
I got a head lock on the blonde and we went down on the floor.  We rolled over and over wrestling towards the others. When we got close enough I grabbed the saloon girl and pulled her by her hair off Becky. She fell over us and got to her knees. I pushed the blonde into her and they slapped each other then grabbed one anthers hair.
By now both my breasts were exposed. I pulled the dress together and got up just in time to see Sue striding towards us. Becky had just wrestled Roxie onto her back and climbed on top of her. I stepped over Roxi's kicking legs at went at Sue.
We collided into one another and went for each others hair. Mine was already a mass of knots and tangles and wet form sweat. I grabbed her done up blond hair and pulled. Her head bent backwards as I yanked on her hair. She pulled mine just as hard and we twirled away pulling each others hair.
As on the other night the crowd began to grow, more and more people coming in as the word spread of another cat fight at the Red Dog only now it was 3 fights going on.
Sue and I pulled and tugged on each others hair moving away from the others. We fell onto a tiered platform where a piano was. We rolled across the floor. Her white dress was getting dirty. One gloved hand was bare the glove hanging from her forearm.
Becky and Roxie got to their feet trading slaps, Both were topless. They crashed into a table breaking it and sending them back to the floor. Hands on each others throats they wrestled choking each other.
Sue and I got to our feet. I had her piled up blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders. We crashed into he piano causing sour notes. We tripped over the stool and sprawled on the floor again. Sue dress could not contain her massive breasts during the fight and they popped out. My own 36C pushed into her breasts. Sue let out a moan and I groaned back as our hardened nipples reacted to the huge mounds mashed together. Becky's dress hung around her waist her huge chest swinging back and forth as she fought Roxie. She had the saloon girl stripped down to her undergarments. The other two girls were finished sitting beside each other crying.
Picking each other up Becky gave Roxie a punch sending her back into the wall. Roxie grabbed a gun from a cow hand and leveled it at Becky. Fortunately Rob was nearby and smacked the girls arm. The gun fired sending its round into the ceiling. Everyone came to a halt. Sue and I stopped our fight in mid hair pull. We thrust apart form each other.
The crowd began to get angry for Rob stopping the action. He grabbed Becky by the arm and walked backwards guiding her to the door.
"Wait" Becky cried and ran over to Sue and I. She helped me to my feet. Sue grabbed my arm and said.
"Ok Diamond. We are going to settle this tomorrow. Be out at the hallow outside of town and come packing a gun."
I shrugged away from her and walked backwards with Becky to the door. Once thru the batwing doors the 3 of us ran for Becky's house.

Western Wildcats
Scene #3
 
 
 
I ride my horse thru the ally ways of the buildings and head down to the hallow. Most gun fights take place at high noon but Sultry Sue and I decided ours would be at dawn. Its 615am. I am wearing black tight jeans the cuffs over my low heeled boots. A black button front long sleeve shirt with he sleeves rolled up over my elbows. A wide brimmed black Stetson sits on my hair which is pulled back at the sides.
Sue knows that I can handle a gun better then most. Sue is a gambler which means she cheats a lot and I will be wary of her plotting something to tip the tide in her favor.
AS I come down the slope to the hallow her horse is tied to a tree. In the center of the area stands Sue dressed in a tan long sleeve button front shirt. Most of the front unbuttoned whether by her choice or because the buttons won't cover her 38C chest I am not sure. She has on tight faded jeans and brown calf high boots over her legs. Her blonde hair is pinned up on her head with wisps falling down here and there.
A colt gun is slung low on her waist. She is standing next to a buckboard wagon that is filled with saloon girls, except for Roxie who stands next to her. I knew she would be up to something.
I tied my horse next to hers and slowly walked over to them scanning the area for any signs of a hidden gun.
“I thought this was just between you and I" I say to Sue.
"It is" she nods towards Roxie. "I just want some witnesses to your dying fairly."
"You had better hope I’m a good shot and hit Sue instead of you" I say to Roxie.
The girl starts towards me but Sue puts her hand on her.
"Well where's that red headed tart of a friend" Roxie sneers.
I start to answer her when we hear a loud noise coming down the slope. We all turn to see another buckboard wagon approaching. It has Grace Garabaldi at the reins, with various members of the Ladies Civic on board along with some of their daughters and a few of the Chinese girls from the laundry in the far side of the town and Becky The redhead has on dark jeans a checkered button front shirt with short sleeves brown boots with her pant cuffs outside and is wearing a low slung gun on her waist. The Civic ladies are all in dresses with their daughters in gingham dresses and the few Chinese girls in off white colored smocks.
"What’s this" Sue says to me pushing my shoulder as the other wagon approaches.
"I don't know anything about it: I tell her shoving her hand aside.
Grace pulls the wagon along side the saloon girl’s wagon. It was obvious that the Civic Ladies out numbered the saloon girls by 2 to 1.
"Howdy ladies" Grace smiles wrapping the reins around the brake stick. "I hope you don't mind Diane, but Becky here heard some talk at the Red Dog that this crew here of unacceptable women were planning on jumping you. Thought you might want some help."
"Is that so" I say turning back to Sue.
"Get um girls" Sue cried out.
She latched onto my arms. I gripped hers back and we started struggling.
The women in both wagons started leaping at each other from wagon to wagon. Several went tumbling down over the sides to the grown locked in hair pulling. The ones behind fought their way thru the mob to get at an opponent.
Screams and cries went up in the hallow as women and girls began a female brawl.
Becky pushed aside several fighting girls until she saw Roxie. She leapt from the wagon into the saloons girls waiting arms and they went down in the dust in a heap..
Grace Garabaldi was pulled backwards into the wagon by her hair. She was punched and stepped on and that was it for her part of the melee, along with a couple of the other older women who sat on the ground fanning them selves. That basically left the daughters and the Chinese girls to fight the saloon girls and it evened the odds out to 1 on 1 with made a 2 on 1 here or there.
Dust rose in the air form those fights on the ground while others remained wrestling in the wagons. Hair was pulled and yanked and clothes ripped and tore.
So mush for our gun fight. Sue's arm going around my neck knocked my Stetson off. I grabbed her around the neck and we went to the ground. Our heeled boots dug into the dusty ground as we rolled over and over fighting We separated briefly but I tackled her back on the ground. I grabbed her hair and she grabbed mine. We wrestled each other further and further away from the brawl our clothes and exposed skin getting covered with dust.
Both of us grunting and groaning as we fought. I ripped her sleeve apart at her wrist and it flapped as we rolled. She tore the front of my shirt open so it was as revealing as hers. The dust settled down in our dark cleavage.
I got on top of her and she delivered a solid punch to my face knocking me off her. I got to my knees and drew my gun. She jumped me grabbing my wrist and knocking me over on my back. On top of me Sue banged my wrist on the dirt until I let go of the gun. Her long blonde hair now fell about her shoulders. I shoved her off me and turned over to crawl after the gun. She leapt on my back grabbing my forearm and pulling it back. Her other hand grabbed my hair form the back and pulled my head back making me scream out.
She pulled me backwards away from the gun. I turned around to face her and punched her on the jaw. WE grabbed hair again and got to our feet. Our breasts now swung free form the open shirts. Round and round we pulled and tugged yanking on hair.
Some of the saloon girls kept small knives in their stockings for safety reason dealing with the clientele they did. Those that had them pulled them out and several of the girls were now bleeding form cuts. Some of the knives were taken away and used on the saloon girls.
Becky and Roxie rolled and wrestled on the ground. Roxies saloon girl outfit did not stand a chance in the fight and she was soon stripped nearly naked. She did manage to get Becky's shirt open and her breasts exposed. The two girls traded punches and slaps and bit one another. They got to their feet and pulled hair going back to the ground and rolling.
Sue got her hand under my chin and forced my head back as she pulled my dusty dark hair. I strained and gasped struggling with her. I brought my knee up into her crotch and she let out a yell letting go of me. Stumbling away I fell against the side of my horse. Grabbing the reins I swung into the saddle and rushed past the blonde. Looking back over my shoulder I saw Sue brush her long tangled hair back as she pulled her colt and fired. The shot wizzed by me. She holstered her gun and grabbed her horse thundering after me.
 
 
Western Wildcats
Scene #4
 
 
My horse pounds down the dirt roadway. My hair is flying out behind me as is my torn open shirt. My glances over my shoulder see that Sue is still coming after me. Her own blonde hair flying in the wind.
We are about 1 1/2 mile out of town now. I see over to the left an abandon home stead. No one knows what happened to the owners they just disappeared one day. There are 2 buildings a house and a barn behind it. I rein my horse tot he left and head across the field. Glancing back, Sue does the same.
Reaching the home stead I head around behind the house and bringing the horse to a rump sliding halt alite before he has stopped. I race into the open barn and hide behind a door. I hear Sue's horse thunder up and then come to a quick halt seeing my horse standing always off.
"Alright Diamond. You going to come out and face me like a woman or coward in there"
I hear the distinct sound of a colt hammer being cocked. My heart is pounding in my breast making other sounds hard to hear. Suddenly thru a crack in the door I see Sue's extended hand with the gun. I let her come a little further then shove the door. It catches her gun hand and the colt goes flying to the floor.
I break from behind the door and bend to take up the colt. Sue's foot beats me to it and kicks the gun into a straw covered stall. Her hand grabs my shoulder pulling me up and turning me around. A solid punch sends me staggering backwards. I hit the wall hard. Sue comes at me tossing her hair back. I rush to her and tackle her around the waist down tot he dirt floor.. Quickly getting on top of her I grab her blonde hair. Her hands bury in mine and she un seats me. Over and over we roll on the dirt floor pulling each others hair.
Both of us grunt and groan. Legs kick as boots dig into the dirt for leverage. Our bare breasts crush together. Sues' one sleeve is flapping away form the start of the fight in the hallow. I grab it and yank on it ripping it off. Sue gives me a darn good slap in the face for it.
I kick her off of me and get up falling backwards exhausted against a wooden ladder leading to the loft. I grab the rungs and start climbing. Sue gets my foot and pulls. I almost lose my grip but kick at her and she lets go. Up the ladder I go with her right behind me. As I reach the top and climb over Sue's arms wrap around my lower legs tripping me in the hay. She climbs up and dives on top of me. Clenched together we wrestle in the hay. Picking one another up we trade punches. Both of us are bleeding form the mouth and nose. I land a solid punch to her jaw staggering her backwards. She hits the wall and grabs a pitchfork hanging there. Before she can turn it around on me I tackle her again. We go backwards into the hay and the rotted floor gives out under us sending us both down to the stall below.
Sue smacks her head on the wall on the way down and is out cold.
I get up groggy and stumble outside. My shirt is torn more and both breasts are scratched and bleeding. There is only one place to go. I grab more horse and head for the Garabaldi house.

Western Wildcats
Scene #5
 
 
 
 
I make it back to the Grabaldi house and start to tend to my scratches and bruises and bleeding. Bending over the water bowl I hear a noise behind me and spin around.
Becky stands there torn and tattered from her fight at the hallow, mostly with Roxies but tangled with a few others. Her red hair is knotted and tangled and covered with dust and dirt. Her blouse is hanging torn open showing her breasts. Her jeans are torn at the knees and dirty, and she holds a colt leveled at me.
"You dirty scum" she says the colt shakes "You tricked me, us. We thought you were a decent woman. I found out your nothing but trash just like those saloon girls. You were there gambling too. You didn't get beat up."
"Yes I was there but I wasn't gambling. I loaned my jewels to one of the men on a card game. He lost them to Sue because she cheated. I tried to get them back and we fought. She has my jewels and I intend to get them back. So are you going to shoot me in cold blood?"
Becky glared at me tossing her red hair back.
"No. no I'm not"
She eased the hammer of the colt down on a safe position and turned laying it on a table.
"But now I can fight you for real" she yelled and threw herself at me.
I caught her out stretched hands as she hit me and we careened backwards against the wall. We had each other by the upper arms. I threw her aside and made for her gun. She tackled me and we went down on the floor. Grabbing each others hair we rolled over and over pulling and yanking.
"I'll yank you bald you hussy scum"
"If you live to do it" I replied
Over and over we churned on the floor our legs locking and unlocking. We got to our feet and twisted around. I pulled her onto a small table and leapt on her. The table crashed under our weight spilling us back to the floor.
Getting up I gave her a good punch to the jaw sending her back. Looking around the floor for the gun again she tackled me backwards into a dresser. Dishes in it and on it crashed and broke. She had me around the waist. I grabbed her shirt by the back and pulled ripping it clean off her. I threw it aside and grabbed her long red hair pulling her upright.
She let out a groan and punched me in the face, then grabbed my hair. We fell into a chair breaking it and back on the floor wrestling. My shirt had long come off and we were both bare cheated. Our huge breasts banged and mashed together as we wrestled. We rolled past the gun and I grabbed for it. She caught my wrist. We struggled over reaching for the gun, until we finally wrestled away from it. Across the room we got to our feet. Both of us breathing heavy and sweating. We both got a good punch into each other blooding lips before we bear hugged one another and stumbled thru the bedroom door. I got her against a dresser but couldn't break her hold on me. Bringing my knee up hard between her legs and connecting with her crotch broke her hold. She went to her knees holding her privates.
"Had enough" I gasped hands on my knees.
She didn't answer me so I turned and grabbed the door jamb looking about the other room for her gun. My hair was grabbed from the back and she flung me onto the bed coming down on top of me. I caught her arms and wrestled her on her back, throwing my leg over her and climbing on top. She struggled under me then let go of my arms and grabbed both my breasts squeezing.
"Jesus cowshit" I yelled grabbing her hands and peeling them from my reddening breasts. My nipples were as hard as rocks. I pinned her hands to the bed. She brought her legs up into my back and toppled me off her onto my side. Becky climbed back on top of me. Her red hair hung down over her face as she yanked her hands free and grabbed my chest again.  I grabbed her huge breasts and wretched them side to side.  She straddled my waist straightening her arms and ground her hands into my tits; I could feel my hard nipples digging into her palms. I shoved her breasts tot he side trying to rip them from her chest feeling her own hardened nipples in my palms. Her head went back and she gritted her teeth.
I pushed as hard as I could and we went off the bed tot he floor neither one of us losing a grip on the others mounds. We rolled a few times on the floor and I let go of her chest and wrapped my arms around her pulling her down. She got her arms around me and we stopped. Both of us sucked in air holding tight to each other. I could feel our chests mashed together the sweat running down her sides and pooling under us. She struggled under me writhe ring. I pushed my hips down into her trying to hold her down. Her hips rose up to meet mine fighting back.
"Ohhhhhhh......" she moaned in my ear
Again our lower regions met in a struggle. This time I was the one moaning.
Our hips began to grind and thrust into each other. We both let out groans. She wrestled me over on my back getting on top. Our arms clenched one another in bear hugs tightly.
Our legs locked tight together in a grape vine.
"Oh you pigs ass" she groaned.
"If there is any pigs asses in here it’s you whore" I replied
We were both covered in sweat but I could feel dampness down between my legs.
I rolled her onto her back getting on top again. Our grinding became more and more our hips gyrating together our moans getting louder and louder.
Suddenly Becky stiffened then went limp under me. At the same time I felt myself let go. I sagged on her. Her arms released their tight hold on me and I rolled off her.
After a minute or two I got up. Becky laid there with her arm over her eyes.
I stepped backwards thru the bedroom and into the other room. Stepping on her gun I grabbed it and put it in my holster. I grabbed my torn tattered shirt and pulled it on enough to cover my bare breasts so no one could see my hard swollen nipples or the black and blue bruises on my breasts.
I left the house grabbing my horse. I have to get to the Red Dog and look for my jewels before Sue gets back.

Western Wildcats
Scene #6
 
 
 
I arrived at the rear of the Red Dog Saloon with out being noticed. Quietly I climbed the back stairs and slowly opened the door. With no one around I made my way to Sue's private room and eased myself in. A bed, dresser, night stand and small table and chair filled the room. I went to the dresser and began pulling open the drawers. After the third one wrapped in a shirt I felt a bag. Pulling the cloth bag out and opening the drawstrings I found my jewels. At that time I heard the distinct sound of a colt being cocked. Drawing my gun and whirling around I found Sue leaning against the door frame with her gun leveled at me.
She was in as much a disarray as I was, messed and tangled hair, torn shirt with her huge 38 breasts hanging out, dirty jeans.
"Well well" she said "Looks like what we have here is a Texas standoff. I hope you don't think your going any where’s with those jewels.
"Why not" I smiled  "their mine"
"Their only yours if you leave here with them" she smiled back.
"Well then I guess we should commence shooting" I offered.
"We could handle it another way" Sue replied. She lowered the hammer of her colt and slowly slid it back in her holster. I smiled at her and did the same. I placed the cloth bag on the table and as she undid her gun belt I did also.
When the belts dropped to the floor we rushed one another. Fists swung connecting with jaws and faces....SOCK...SOCK...SOCK
Stepping back we wiped bloody lips and put our fists up again wading into each other. Blows found their marks on breasts and heads. This time we both staggered back again wiping blood away. Sue put her hands out only this time claw like, indicating the fist fighting was done. Now we are going to fight like girls.
Coming at one another a third time our hands buried into each others wild disheveled hair. Grabbing good holds on the blond mane I pulled backwards. My scalp screamed as Sue yanked on my hair. Our chests mashed. We moved around the small room heads tilted backwards, knees banging and feet stomping on each others boots.
"Ahhhhhh...............mmmmmm...." we moaned.
We hit the wall and wrestled along it rolling to the corner. Sue twisted her head to the side and bit into my wrist. I let out a scream and pulled my arm away. Blood ran down my wrist. I smacked her face and pushed away from her. Sue let out a short laugh as she wiped her bloody mouth. WE came together grabbing arms and swinging each other around. I forced her back onto the small table and climbed on top. She wrestles us over and we went off the table to the floor breaking apart. Sue jumped on me. I caught her sleeves and pushed her back ripping her shirt more. The shredded garment came off her in my hands. Falling aside I scrambled away from her only to be grabbed from behind. She pulled my top and it came off leaving us both bare chested. I faced her on my knees and we grabbed hair again. Pulling and tugging we mashed our huge breasts together.
Over and over we rolled and wrestled on the floor.  Jean ed legs locked and unlocked seeking better holds. Heads twisted this way and that as clumps of blond hair and brown hair littered the floor.
Back and forth across the floor we rolled over and over until we stopped near the window. Sue was on top of me. I let go of her hair and grabbed her arm yanking it from my hair. Pulling it in I chomped my teeth on her forearm. Sue let out a cry and yanked her arm free. My teeth pulled the blond hair from her arm. I smacked her face hard and she rolled from me holding her forearm. I pulled myself up and she grabbed a hold of me. We wrapped our arms around each other and went down on the bed. Rolling back and forth struggling to stay on top of each other, Sue got my hands and pinned them to the bed. She moved up and pushed her huge 38 chest into my face. As her breasts covered my face I thrashed about under her. She pressed her weight down.
"Ain't never had another girls breasts in your face since your maw's huh Diamond" she laughed thru panting. We were both breathing hard panting. My feet and legs kicked wildly as my air was being cut off between her huge mounds. I wasn't going to last much longer. Again I sank my teeth into her. This time her huge tit. Sue screamed like a screech owl and bounced up off of me. I got up gasping for air and seeing her holding her tit, blood running down her breast I lowered my head and rammed her in the stomach. Sue flew backwards and into he wall collapsing on the floor. I waited and she didn't get up. Grabbing the bag of jewels form the table I staggered to the door and checked the hallway. With no one there I staggered to the back door and ambled down the back steps. As I reached the bottom arms engulfed me from behind and I went down on the dirt. The bag flew form my hands.
"Ohhh no you don't" Sue cried.
I twisted around and got an arm around her neck. She got me in a headlock and we wrestled in the dirt. MY hand clenched onto her bleeding breast and wrenched it. Sue gritted her teeth and got her other hand under my chin pushing my head back. Over and over we rolled getting covered in dirt and dust, it clinging to the sweat streaks running down our bare chests.
"Ohhhh...aggggrgggg.."
I freed my leg form her grapevine and drove my heel into the back of her thigh. She let out a yell and we released each other. As she got up I put my foot on her and shoved. Sue flailed backwards hitting against the wall. She started to slide down holding herself upright with one hand. I leapt at her. I pinned her against the wall and we slowly slid to the ground. Her hand again went under my chin pushing my head back. I let out a groan as we struggled exhausted. I had her down but her hand forced my head back at an ugly angle. Her other hand then went to my throat squeezing my windpipe. She grunted and got on top of me. I got my hand in her face pushing. Neither one of us had any nails to speak of so there was no worrying about scratching.  Our long hair was damp with sweat and covered with dirt. My hands held her arms trying to break her holds. We rolled over slowly my getting her down. I let go of her arm and clamped my hand over her nose and mouth. I could feel her trying to bite me so I clamped my other hand on top of the first and pressed harder. Sue began to thrash about under me. I rode her tight bucking body. She let go of my chin and throat and clawed at my arms and hands and grabbed my tits. I gritted my teeth as she twisted and pulled on my hardened nipples. Her fists beat on my head but they were feeble punches. Slowly the fight left her and her hips stopped raising and falling against mine. I let go of her and rolled away pulling my dirty tangled hair form my face.
Sue just laid there gasping for air.
Staggering to my feet I stumbled and fell until I reached the cloth bag. Grabbing it I turned to the big chested blond.
"I'm leaving with them. That makes them mine"
It took me several tries to mount my horse but I finally made it. Reining around, Sue was still on the ground. Neither one of us had brought our guns form the room so there was nothing to stop me from riding away.
I heeled the horse and it took off down behind the buildings away from the Red Dog Saloon.

 
 
Western Wildcats
Scene # 7
 
 
In a few months, Becky and Rob got hitched. They bought a small abandon homestead outside of town a few miles. Unknowingly to them or anyone else, it was the same place that Sultry Sue and I fought in the barn. No one really knew what ever happened to the original owners. They just disappeared. Town people assumed they upped and moved on or moved back east.
The young redhead and Rob were making a go of the place. One day Rob was fiddling with starting a fire in the fireplace when he heard a scream from Becky who was outside near the barn. Grabbing the scatter gun standing near the door he ran around the side of the house stopping short and leveling the shotgun.
Becky, clad in a yellow peasant off the shoulder low cut blouse, divided dove ankle length skirt and calf high boots was held from behind by and Indian brave. Another stood in front of her and a third to one side. Rob couldn’t fire with out hitting his new wife. He didn’t have to make any further decisions as a clump to the back of his head rendered him unconscious.
When Rob came to he was lying on the dirt in an Indian camp. It was dark out now. A huge fire burned bright in the middle of the camp. His arms were bound behind him and his ankles tied. Becky was on her knees along side him wiping his forehead with a damp rag.
“Oh thank God your alive” she cried as he opened his eyes.
“Where…” he started but didn’t finish as Becky’s face turned to a scowl. Rob turned his head enough to see buckskin boots in shapely legs leading up to a very short buckskin skirt. From his ground view looking up he was able to make out two huge breasts under a buckskin top that hung over the swelling mounds of flesh. The top was tied at each side. The young Indian girl, Tawny, was 21 yrs. Her hair was jet black and hung  in two long strands down over her breasts. A tan band encircled her forehead. Around her waist hung a belt with a sheathed hunting knife.
She bent on the other side of Rob and picked up a rag from the bowl of water. As she was about to place it against his forehead, Becky slapped the rag from her hand and shoved the girl onto her back. Tawny reached for her knife but before she could pull it the redhead was on her, straddling her waist.
“Becky…..” Rob mumbled.
Hands grabbed the red head form behind and pulled her off the fallen maiden. Tawny sprang to her feet and drew the huge knife. An Indian with a large headdress stepped between the two girls as Tawny pushed the blade towards Becky’s breasts.
“If you wish to fight you will do so as an Apache”
“I’ll fight her anyway” Becky screamed struggling against her captive.
He nodded to the braves holding the redhead and they yanked Becky’s top down over her shoulders and arms leaving it hanging below her waist and baring her chest.
Tawny likewise untied the thongs at each of her sides and pulled the buckskin top off herself revealing her huge dark breasts. Other Indians young and old men and women began to circle the two girls.
Rob watched with fascinated eyes.
Two braves came forward with a short length of rope. They tied one end to Tawny’s left wrist and the other to Becky’s left wrist. Tawny still had her knife and now they handed a similar blade to Becky.
“You fight till blood is spilled.”
Becky was let go and the braves backed away. Rob pushed himself to his elbows. The huge fire silhouetted the two girls as they circled one another.
They both gripped the rope tied about their wrist and pulled and yanked trying to get each other off balance while swiping with the blades. Back and forth the two young girls went until they finally came together. Tied hands gripped at knifed wrists. Becky’s fair colored breasts mashed against Tawny’s dark colored orbs.  Grunting and groaning they strained pressing into each other. The group of Indians nodded and whispered to one another as they watched the female struggle.
Finally they went to the dirt wrestling over and over as they struggled to mount one another. Gripped arms swinging wildly.
“Ahhhhh…ahhhhhh..ohhh….” Becky groaned
Feet kicked at dirt as they wrestled for leverage. Over and over they rolled back and forth.  Getting astride the Indian girl Becky strained and pushed her knife in between them. Tawny fought to hold back the white girls arm. Leaning down Becky twisted her knife and cut the rope holding them together. The release caused her to fall backwards. Tawny sprang on top of the red head and Becky caught her wrist just in time. They were close to the fire pit and Tawny stretched the girl’s knife held arm out to it.  Becky squirmed underneath the Indian girls body.  Closer and closer her hand came to the blaze until it got to hot for her to bare. She let out a yell and released the knife.
She yanked her hand free from Tawny’s grip and landed a fist to the side of the Indian girls head knocking her off her. Tawny rolled over and started to get up when Becky tackled her grabbing for her knife hand. Tawny lost her knife as the two girls hit the ground hard. With their hands as their only weapons now the girls grabbed at each others hair getting to their feet. Pulling and yanking they twirled around much to the enjoyment of the on lookers. Legs and feet kicked at each other before they went back to the ground in a dusty heap. Over and over they churned pulling hair. Their bare chests crushed against each other. Sweat running down their naked chests. Rolling over Tawny found herself on top of Becky and her discarded knife lying next to the redhead. She let go of Becky’s hair and grabbed the blade. Becky reacted quickly and gripped the wrist but the blade was already on its downward move. Straining hard and pulling on the long black dusty hair Becky struggled. The knife inched closer and closer. Tawny groaned pushing hard her head on fire from Becky’s hair pulling. The point of the blade nicked at the top of Becky’s left breast. A trickle of blood ran down her sweat dirt stained mound. Hands now grabbed at Tawny yanking her to her feet. Becky’s hand grabbed at her cut breast. She stumbled to her feet. Two braves were holding Tawny as she struggled to get at the redhead. Becky saw her knife on the ground and grabbed it. She lunged at the held Indian girl but a blow to the back of her head rendered her unconscious.

Western Wildcats
Scene # 8

I had been traveling for a while trying to disguise my identity. I booked a ride on a stagecoach heading east. I changed my style of clothes to a more lady like attire. A huge white dress off the shoulders tight fitting and to the ankles. Unfortunately I retained my riding boots but they were covered by the length of the dress.
My dark hair was piled on top of my head and pinned tight. On top of the pinned up hair set a small dark flowered hat. Around my wrist was a cloth held reticule which contained the jewels so much sought after by Sultry Sue.
Having been on the run for so many weeks I was at ease with my new journey arrangements and looked forward to settling down in the east away from all the western mayhem.
As I climbed up the few steps into the coach I was roughly shoved form behind.
No man dare take such advantage of me with out looking down the barrels of a colt which unfortunately was in my tag along bags.
“I beg your pardon” I shouted half turning when I was pushed into the seat.
“How dare you” I shouted and started to rise when a double barreled derringer touched my nose. The person behind the weapon had on a dress similar to mine including top hat and pinned up hair however the straggling blonde wisps and the deep dark cleavage could only belong to one blonde……Sultry Sue.
“Sit” she hissed like commanding yard dog.
I started to rise again.
“I will shoot your big chested tits right here now sit. She hissed again. “And don’t make any sudden moves or say a thing or you’re as good as buzzard dinner Diamond.”
“ How did you find me” I asked
“Twern’t hard” the buxom blonde replied, “not to many big chested brunettes flashing jewelry around these parts. Now you just keep nice and quite and you may live for the better part of this ride.”
A dandy gentleman got on dressed in a fine striped outfit form back east. A derby hot on his head.
“Ladies” he said touching his hat.
Sue glanced at me and we both nodded to him.
The stage then lurched forward to begin its journey. Sue’s arms were folded on her lap but the end of the derringer was visible to me as it pointed in my direction. Neither she nor I carried on much conversation letting the dandy gentleman do most of the talking. It wasn’t long it seemed till we pulled up at the watering hole. A small stream and grove where the stage let the horses drink and the passengers relax a bit before continuing on.
The dandy got out. “Well” I looked at Sue “Can I stretch my legs”
“You try anything Diamond and you’ll be buzzard bait. First give me that cloth bag.”
Reluctantly I handed over my bag that contained the jewels.
The driver and assistant had unhitched the team and leading them down to the stream. The dandy had gotten off and was stretching his legs. I stepped out on the step and made a loud cough. The dandy turned and feeling embarrassed came over.
“Sorry my dear may I help you” he offered his hand.
Taking it I stepped down and as Sue came behind me with gun stuck in my back I turned around and pulled her from the stage to the ground.
“My word” the dandy cried out as Sue hit the ground and I went after her. I caught her gun hand by the wrist and pulled her to her feet.
“Bitch” she yelled
We went back against the stage in a struggle for the gun.
“My word” the dandy offered again. “Ladies” he said looking around for the stage team.
“Ohhhhh…” Sue cried as I pinned her against the wheel and banged her gun hand on the rim.
“Bitch” she cried again and with her other hand grabbed my hat and pulled it form my head. I knew what was coming next and grabbed her wrist stopping her from pulling my hair until I could get the gun under control. I banged her wrist on the stage wheel and the gun finally flew form her hand to the dirt. Now free to fight femimunin style I turned my attention to her hair. Ripping er hat from her hair I buried my hands in her pinned up blonde mane. Her hands dug deep into my brown tresses. We both yanked and pulled and went down in the dust.
“My God” the dandy exclaimed”
Over and over Sue and I wrestled pulling hair, boots kicking up dust, trying to keep our cries to a minimum.
The sound of dresses ripping filled the air. Sue’s huge mounds were too much for a dainty dress in a fight and were soon exposed. Not to be out done she pulled on my dress as we wrestled ripping my top and making me bare chested too.
“Oh my lord” the dandy exclaimed sweating as he eagerly watched us fight.
His outbursts and our struggling brought the stage team running back.
“What the tarn-nashion” the driver yelled.
“Hole on a second pard…..” his shotgun said grabbing his arm. “That’s Sultry Sue, that blonde thar”
“Then that must be Diamond Diane” the driver replied,
“From the Red Dog” they both exclaimed
Sue and I kicked up a cloud of dust as we fought. Kicking punching cursing. Both of us were bare chested, having ripped one another’s dresses away. Bare tits pressed into each other causing us both to moan and groan as we rolled on the ground. Our long pinned up hair now hung free and dragged in the dirt.
Our dresses ripped more as we fought baring us to the waist. I got astride Sue pinning her down panting. I could hear those men yelling.
“Give it to her, beat her, kill her”
Sue struggled beneath me fighting back. Her huge 38 breasts bouncing back and forth under me. Then she unseated me and we exchanged places. She got on top of me pinning me down. Our breasts touched nipples striking. The men now cheered for Sue.
I got her off me and we rolled apart getting to our feet. Sue tacked me to the ground again. I got a head lock on her and we rolled both of us out of breath in the hot dusty air. Her arm went around my neck in a head lock as we groaned. I used my other hand and grabbed her huge tit. Her face, so close to mine showed surprise but her hand gripped my tit. Sue came over on top of me and I got her other tit. She got mine and we ground and mauled the others orbs
. I got her over on her back and pushed and pulled on those huge mounds. Her hands dug into my 36C’s and I thought they were going to come off my chest. Our groans were more erotic then painful when I realized that I didn’t hear any of the men any more.
I was on top of the blonde when her eyes went wide and looked behind me. Thinking it a trick I ground her tits harder until I saw the moccasins above her head. Letting go of her tits I sat up straight on her. 3 Indians surrounded us. Off to the side the driver the dandy and the driver’s assistant lay dead with arrows sticking out of them.
Hands grabbed me and pulled me form the blonde. Sue was pulled to her feet and arms yanked behind her thrusting her huge chest forward. One of the braves caressed her erect nipples. I would fight Sue to the death but right now I wanted to kick that savage in the balls.
A yell from the stage turned all our attention. A brave had found my reticule with the jewels.

Western Wildcats
Scene # 9

Our hands bound by leather thongs Sue and I were thrust into a large TeePee. Falling to the floor we jumped at the noise on the other side. Becky rose form the floor. Rob lay before her in a semi conscious state.
“What are you two doing here” she said angrily.
I started to explain but footsteps outside silenced me. The flap opened and Tawny stepped in.
“You” Becky cried and flung herself at the Indian teenager. For some reason they had failed to tie Becky up. Tawny pulled out her large knife as the red head came at her. Becky caught the girls wrist and they struggled. I got to my feet and rammed into both of them knocking them down. Unfortunetly when they fell Tawny’s knife blade stabbed into Robs shoulder. He let out a cry.
“Rob” Becky cried letting go of the Indian girls wrist. Tawny grabbed at Becky’s long red hair and pulled her back.
“Uhhhhhh….” She cried and reached around grabbing for the Indian girls long black hair.
My wrists tied in fornt of me I clasped my hands and brought them down together onto the back of Tawny’s neck. She collapsed on the floor.
“Rob” Becky cried again yanking the huge blade from his shoulder. “I’ll kill you you filthy redskin bitch” Becky said and lunged at the unconscious Indian girl.
Sue caught Becky’s wrist and stopped her.
“No you won’t. We may need her to get out of here”
“Sue’s right” I agreed, “We may need her as a hostage.” It was the that I noticed Tawny was wearing all my jewelry. “What luck” I thought bending down and peeling the glittering jewels form her neck and fingers and wrists. A buckskin pouch nearby provided a good carrying case. I tied it to my waist.
I peeked out of the tent flap and asked Becky, “Can you help Rob. Sue and I will drag Tawny”
Becky with Robs arm around her neck moved out. Sue and I each with an arm around Tawny carried her out. We slid along the tenets until we came to horses. Mounting Rob with Becky they headed off. Sue and I threw Tawny over a horse and grabbed one for each of us and followed.
We rode for miles till we came to an abandoned coal mine. Hideing the horses we went inside.
Rob was layed down on blankets from the horses.
“I’ll go down to the miners buildings and see what I can find” Sue offered.
“I’ll go with you” I said not trusting the blonde to stay around. I stuffed the jewel bag under Rob. Sue and I made our way down the hill to the buildings.
The first one we entered must have been a bunk house for all the beds lined up.
“Ok” I said see what you can find.
“Don’t tell me what to do” Sue replied grabbing my arm.
We were both still bare chested our dresses having been torn down during our fight at the stage. I yanked my arm free from her grip.
“Oh yeah” I said “and what are you going to do about it.”
“I was hoping you’d ask” Sue smiled
SOCK
Her fist drove into my jaw knocking me backwards on to a bed. Sue dove ontop of me but I caught her arms. We rolled off the bed to the floor. Hands went to hair as we wrestled and rolled across the dirty floor. Our dresses weren’t dirty enough form our previous fight now they became blackened with coal dust. Over and over the blonde and I rolled pulling hair. Getting to our feet I punched her in the face sending her back onto a bed. I dove on top of her but she got a foot up between us and shoved me backwards. I landed on the adjacent bed and Sue jumped on me. Her huge bare breasts mashed mine down and her hands clamped on my throat.
“Once I get rid of you. I take out that redhead kid and those jewels are mine” Sue sneered.
My hand went up under her chin as we struggled pushing her head back.
“Aaaagghhh….” Sue moaned.
I slowly rolled her off me and climbed on top of her. Her head was hanging off the edge of the bed as my hand pushed on her chin. She let go of my throat and grabbed a breast.
“Owwwww………” I yelled letting go of her.
A right cross sent me tumbling off to the floor. Sue got up and looked around for something to use as a weapon. I tackled her and we crashed thru a partion and down on the floor of the next room. Again over and over we wrestled getting dirtier and dirtier with black coal dust. Struggling to our feet by the arms Sue got in a good punch. I staggered backwards into a wall. She leapt at me and punched me in the stomach bending me over. Her knee up into my face knocked me back into the wall and down on the floor unmoving.
Gasping for breath the buxom blonde staggered to the door.
Becky tended to Robs shoulder holding compresses to it. Rob faded in and out of consciousness. He eyes opened and looked at the redhead teenager then went wide looking over her shoulder. Becky turned in time to see Tawny swing her fist and connect with the red heads face. Some how she had worked her bonds free. The large hunting knife was along side Rob. Tawny grabbed for it and Rob gripped her wrist. The girl pulled back and Rob winced in pain. Then Tawny’s shoulder was grabbed and she spun around. Becky punched her in the face sending the girl sprawling backwards. Becky went for the knife but Tawny tackled her away from it. The two teenagers went down on the mine floor. They held one another by the arms and rolled over and over toward the back of the mine. Like the two of us Becky’s dress also remained down around her waist leving her bare chested. As the two girls wrestled she pulled on Tawny’s buckskin top ripping it apart. Rob forced himself to his elbows.
“Becky” he yelled, “Sue…Diane”
The two teenagers had rolled to far into the mine shaft for him to see them. He could only hear the sounds of a female fight going on.
Wrestling with the Indian girl Becky rolled over and over with her. Her hands finally found their way into the long black silky hair. It was dark where they wrestled. Her own hair was grabbed and yanked.
“Ohhhhh……..ahhhhhh…mmmmm..” they both groaned.
Huge breasts mashed together in the dark as they wrestled. Hardened nipples poked and stabbed into fleshy mounds.
Faintly Becky could hear Rob’s voice calling her. Her legs hit water. Cold water, and soon they were both rolling in it. Their panting and breathing grew heavier. Becky adjusted her hands in the long black hair pulling hard. Her head snapped as Tawny did the same. The water was very cold as they wrestled in it making her nipples hard as a rock. The Indian girls were the same.
Pulling wet hair they got to their feet, the water only being and inch or two. Back and forth against the mine walls they went both of them getting covered in black mine dust.
Tawny snapped Becky’s head against a timber. Dazed the redhead swung a fist missing the Indian girls jaw. Tawny’s knee came up into the redheads crotch sending her sprawling onto her back. Staggering Tawny waited for the girl to get up. Becky laid on her back and mumrmured…..”Rob”……

Western Wildcats
Scene #10

Tawny came back up to the main min area her black wet hair now hanging down around her face. Her bare chest and body streaked with black coal dust. Rob was up on his elbows and seeing the Indian teenager frantically looked around for a weapon. He grabbed the large hunting knife and held it up in front of him while he tried to get up. Seeing that he was unable to get up the girl ran from the mine cave making for the horses.
Sue had just got to the mine cave when the Indian teenager came running out headed for the horses. The blonde gave chase and as Tawny swung onto one of the horses, Sue grabbed her and pulled her off. The two went down in the bushes. Accustomed to white women’s fighting now Tawny went for the long blonde hair digging her fingers in deep. Sue let out a groan as she grabbed the long wet black hair wondering how it got wet . Mowing down weeds and bushes the two wrestled rolling each other over pulling hair. Sue’s massive breasts crushed the teenagers. Tawny got the blonde down and her hands went to Sue’s throat. Arching her back, planting a foot and throwing a right fist Sue knocked the Indian girl from her. She got to her feet only to be tackled back down on the ground. Once again the two wrestled in the bushes getting covered with dirt, leaves, twigs and anything else that would stick to them. Tawny got the blonde on her back again and this time delivered a slap to her face. It rocked the blondes head but Sue had been slapped so many times in her life that she recovered quickly. She grabbed on of the girls breasts squeezing. Tawny let out a howl and pulled the blondes hand from her tit. Her fist then met with the blondes jaw. Different then the slap the punch sent Sue’s blonde mane flying. Tawny struck again with her other fist knocking the blonde’s head in the other direction. Seeing her advantage the girl rolled form the blonde to her feet. Pulling her dirty wet hair form her face she made sure Sue wasn’t quickly getting up and sprang for the horses. Eager to get away she grabbed one swung astride and lit out.
She sat up holding her jaw as the horse thundered away. When her thoughts came back to her she wondered where the redhead teenager and Rob were or if they were alive.
Staggering in to the mine opening Sue saw Rob half crawled towards the back of the shaft.
“Sue” he called. “Becky….” And pointed down to the back of the shaft. He had the large hunting knife in his hand. Sue started his way but then her yes fell on the beg of jewelry that had been under Rob. She altered her course to the bag. On her knees she opened it and saw all the glittering. Drawing the string tight she was about to get up when a noise behind her made her turn quickly. Just in time she caught Rob’s downward thrust with the knife. Going down on her back Rob came down on top of her. Holding his knife wrist she wrapped her other arm around his neck in a headlock and rolled him over. Rob clung to the blonde and rolled her over. His strength quickly ebbing he wrestled with the blonde over the knife. Getting him on his back Sue slowly forced the knife backwards to him. Realizing his feeble condition made him no match for the buxom blonde, Rob began to yell for Becky. Slowly the knife pricked his chest the plunged inside. Rob let out a gasp just as a scream echoed in the mine shaft. Sue rolled off the dead cowboy as the redhead teenager flung herself on top of her with the fury of a rattlesnake. Sue just managed to push her aside. The knife sticking out of Robs now breathless chest. Sue grabbed for it but Becky gripped her arm pulling it back. She let go and dove across the blonde for the knife. Sue grabbed the girls body and wrestled her away. Over and over they churned on the ground, spitting, swearing, biting, punching, kicking and scratching. They wound up with hands tangled in each others hair and slowly pulled one another to their feet. Breathing became as laborious as the fight. Pulling each other around the shaft they went to the ground only to get back up and continue the frantic hair pulling. Clumps of blonde and red hair littered the mine shaft floor.
Unable to feel her arms anymore Sue managed to get the red headed teenager against the wall. Holding her there by leaning into her pressing her huge breasts into the girls. The fight paused while both tried desperately to suck in much needed air. Sue recovered first and redug her hands in the red hair. Pulling back she rammed the girls head against the rock wall. In her present state Becky saw stars. The next bang and her hands slipped from the tangles of the blondes long hair. Sue let her slide to the floor. Becky tried to get up but wobbled. Sue stumbled back wards and turned around. She grabbed the bag of jewels and headed for the horses.
As Sue left the mine entrance she came upon me. Seeing the bag in her hand I yelled, “They are mine”
The blonde gave a glance towards the horses and bolted. On weary legs I caught her and brought her to the ground. As I got on top of her and was about to deliver a stunning punch she swung the bag and caught me in the temple. Knocked off her Sue got up and kicked me in the ribs, then made for the horses. Wincing in pain I tried to get up as Sue tried to get on a horse. She managed before I could get to her. Heeling the horse she spun away. Grabbing the tied reins of the other horses she pulled and managed to free them but save for one. I was about to mount it when I heard crying wailing behind me. Letting the blonde go I staggered back into the mind shaft. Becky held Rob’s head rocking back and forth crying. She had pulled the knife from his chest but it was much to late. I didn’t know what to say. Suddenly she sprang up. Knife in hand she rushed by me.
“I’ll kill her. I’ll kill that blonde bitch” she was headed for the only remaining horse. I ran after her and caught her.
“Your not leaving me here with out a horse” I panted. “we’ll………”
I didn’t get to finish. With her free hand Becky slapped my face hard. Her wet red hair stuck to her face.
“This all your fault. You let that bitch get away. You and your stupid jewelry. Now my Rob is dead and its all your fault.”
She raised the knife and I caught her wrist just in time. She bore me backwards down on the ground straddeling my waist. She caught my other arm and tried to pin it down. I managed to roll her off me and get on top of her. We had both just been thru some hard fights and there was no strength left in either of us. We wrestled just to hold onto each other. Keeping a firm grip on her knife wrist we rolled over several times real slow. Breathing was just as much an effort as trying to pin each other down. I stretched her knife hand up over her head and spread out on top of her hoping to keep her pinned down. Our other hands clenched fingers entwining. Becky made a struggling effort to get me on my back She climbed on top panting. Her legs inside of mine spread mine wide. Her breasts crushed into mine making them mushroom out the sides. I felt her hard nipples stab in to my fleshy mounds. Gathering strength I rolled the red head girl over. I stretched her arm high finally getting the knife from her hand. It clattered to the ground. Becky rolled us over her legs forcing mine wider so our crotches pressed together. Her long wet hair hung around her face as she panted on top of me. We gathered our breath for the next heave and I wrestled her over. On top of her my breasts pressed hers firmly. I raised my arms up straight pinning her down. Our erect nipples stabbed into each other. I slowly let go of her hands and grabbed her hair. She dug into mine. Laying down on top of her I was rolled onto my back. We held each other by the hair but our bodies began to move against each other. Breasts rubbed back and forth, hips and crotches pushed hard into one another. Groans and moans came form both of us. Me on top then Becky on top. Our breasts rubbing our crotches rubbing harder and harder. I was on top of her pressing into her hard when her hands let go of my hair and fell over her head. My eyes had been squinted shut and when I opened them, there were tears in her eyes. Then she began to cry.
“he’s dead Diane. What am I going to do” He’s dead.”
I let go of her hair and got off her. She was already soaking wet form her fight with Tawny in the water. We were both soaked with sweat but I could feel a dampness between my legs. I held out my hand and she took it pulling her to her feet. Holding her by the shoulders I said.
“We’ll get her I promise. We have to give Rob a decent send off first. “
Arms around each others waits we headed back into the mine shaft.
We buried Rob then both mounted the remaining one horse. We were dirty, sweaty, stained and exhausted as we rode off.

Western Wildcats
Scene #11

Becky and I finally made it to her house. She said that she didn’t want to live there anymore with out Rob. I told her that she may change her mind once we find Sultry Sue and I know where to start looking for her. We changed our clothes to jeans and shirts and rode into town. The first place we went to was the Red Dog Saloon. Now any western saloon is off limits to regular ladies. The slaoon girls feel that this is their territory and violently object to any other women coming in.
Becky and I entered thrut he batwing doors and all eyes were on us. I saw Big Mike at the far end of the bar and went over to him.
“Well well well…Diamond Diane” Mike said.
“I’m looking for Sultry Sue Mike is she here”
“Diane if Sue were here I was have you two mix it up again. That was the best night this place has ever seen in cash take in.” he replied.
Just then Roxie pushed over to Mike.
“What are you doing in here” she snarled, hands on her hips. Her saloon dress more then revealing her ample body.
“I’m looking for Sue and whats it to you whore” I said steping to her.
“Ill tear your hair out cowbitch. That’s what its to me.” Roxie replied.
Mike was all smiles at this exchange. Everyone in the saloon loved it when the girls got into fights athough they tired of seeing the same girls fighting all the time. Someone new was going to be good.
Roxie stepped back and waited for me. The space cleared around us.
“Hold on Diane” Becky said stepping past me. “I’ll handle her” she pushed the sleeves of her shirt up over her elbows and pulled her red hair back. Roxie recognized the teenager and smiled. “This shouldn’t take long.”
Roxie jumped at the teenager grabbing her red hair. They crashed between Mike and I and hit the bar. Becky got her hands in Roxies piled up hair and twisting her around took her to the sawdust covered floor. Before they hit he floor Roxies long hair was tangled in Becky’s hands. The cheering went up as everyone in the saloon crowded around the fighting girls.
I grabbed Mikes arm and pulled him aside.
“So where can I find her Mike.” I asked again
“Hmmmmm…….tell you what Diamond. I’ll tell you if you get her to fight you again here.”
“I’m all for it if she is willing “ I said holding out my hand. We shook on the agreement.
“there is a new governor bought a big hasisnda type plce about two miles form town. He is having a lot of dignitaries there tonight for somekind of ball. I understand Sue is going to be there and probably robbing them rich people blind.”
“Thanks Mike “ I said turning to go.
“Don’t you want to watch this” he asked indicating Becky and Roxie on their feet now pulling each other around by the hair.
“No” I said but I’ll take on the winner” hoping it would be Becky.
“Well wait a sec” he said, “You can’t go to that hasinda dressed like that it’s a more formal affair. Go up to the back room and see what fits ya.”
“Thanks Mike I said headed for the stairs between the crowd.
Becky and Roxie were giving the crowd a show. Roxie was already topless and Becky’s shirt was torn open down the fornt as well as missing a sleeve.
“Give it to her good Roxie” a shout went up. “Show her whos’ house she is in”
The girls punched, kicked, slapped, pulled hair and bit each other as they turn around the salon in a wild brawl.
The blue gown I chose was the closest thing I could fine that fit me. These must be Sue’s dresses because they were all huge in the bust. I pinned it down enough to show off my own girls and set out. Lucky for me a dandy came by in a buckboard.
“hey cowboy. You all going to that new Govenors fancy place.”
“Recan I am Mame”
“How about giving a lady a lift there”
“It would be my pleasure”
So I got a ride there and when we got there I thanked the dandy and shooed him away. The place was huge and there were a lot of people there dancing drinking mingling. It took me a few minutes and several swipes at paws trying to get their hands on me but I finally saw her.
Sue had on a long white dress that trailed on the floor behind her. Of course her chest just about popped out the front of the low cut. She had a dainty white hat perched at a tilt on her done up blonde hair and white gloves on. A reticule hung from her wrist.
As I made my way to her she caught sight of me. She had on my jewels. Sue started making for the back. I cut thru the crowd and caught up to her as she went down a hallway. Grabbing her arm I spun her around to face me.
“Why Diamond fancy meeting you here. I thought the barn yard was more to your liking.” She smiled.
I shoved her against the wall.
“My jewels Sue. And there is a little matter that Becky wants to dicuss with you about Rob.” I said pushng her again.
“You going to get tough here in the hallway” she said.
There was a door to our left. I grabbed her arm, “In here” I said opening the door and pulling her inside. I locked the door behind me.
“My jewels” I said again.
“and what if I don’t want to give them up” she smiled.
I reached my hand into my small reticule and came out with a derringer. Pointing it at her I said, “then I’ll take them. Hand over your bag.” I nodded to the reticule hung from her wrist. And don’t try anything.
Sue took it off and stepped to me holding it out. I took it and watching her I opened it with one hand. It was filled with other jewelery, bracelets, rings, men’s pocket watches and men’s billfolds bulging with paper money.
“My haven’t we been busy…” I started to say
Sue jumped at me when I looked in the bag. She caught my gun hand and forced me back into the door. I dropped both bags and grabbed onto her. We rolled along the wall and into the corner. She pushed my gun hand up into the air. I got my arm around her neck and twisted her around. She tried to hook my leg but I side stepped it. She flung my arm around and I lost the gun. It skidded across the floor. Sue got free and went for it. I tackled her from behind to the floor rolling her onto her back. I got a good solid punch to her face and dove off her for the gun. She got on my back and grabbed my arm pulling it back. She turned me over and slapped my face. I grabbed her dainty hat and pulled it from her head then grabbed her blonde hair yanking. Sue let out a cry as I toppled her off me and rolled onto her. She grabbed my hair pulling. We wrestled across the floor pulling hair. Our gowns ripped as legs and feet kicked and thrashed. We pulled one another to our feet and spun around pulling hair. Sue’s long blonde hair pilled down over her shoulders and my hands. We crashed into a table knocking it over and sending us back on the floor. This time Sue broke apart and went for the gun. I grabbed her arm and we stood up. I got in a good punch knocking her onto a sofa and dove on top of her. Sue’s breasts were out the top of her dress and both my hands grabbed onto them. She let out a yell and grabbed my wrists pulling. We toppled off the sofa to the floor and her hands tore open my dress. She got a hold of my breasts and we fought over each others tits. Over and over we rolled across the floor mauling each others breasts. We hit the wall and Sue got a hand under my chin. I did the same to her and we started rolling back the other way. We rolled right over the gun but neither one of us noticed it. Hitting the other wall we picked each other up. Our hair was tangled and knotted and dresses ripped apart. I punched her good sending her back intot he shuttered windows. The shutters broke open. Sue charged me and we caught each other in a bear hug twirling around and crashing into a desk. The desk broke apart and dumped us back on the floor. We wrestled back and forth arms around one another clawing at backs and dresses and hair.
Panting hard, both of us out of breath, Sue got free. She looked around for the gun but saw the bag of jewels. Grabbing it she made for the broken shuttered window. I caught her as she got one leg swung over the sill. We toppled outside to the veranda. Luckily it was at the back of the huse and no one was around. Sprawled on the veranda we wrestled. I got her down and punched her. She punched back knocking me off. She dove on me and we rolled off to the dirt. Kicking up a cloud of dust we rolled over and over fighting. I was out of breath I grabbed her hair and pulled her up. We staggered onto the veranda and I got her against the wall. Sue pulled my hair and swung me around. Her knee came up between my legs hitting solid. Stars blinked in my eyes. Then her fist caught me square on the jaw. She stepped back panting as I slid to the veranda floor. Sue looked around seeing no one. She grabbed up the jewelry bag and took off towards the back of the Hasienda holding up her torn dress as she ran.
The crowd lifted Becky onto the bar cheering. She was topless, her tits red and bruised showing signs of hands prints not all of them Roxie’s. her face was bloodied and bruised, one eye starting to swell shut. Her arms bore scratches and cuts. Her jeans were covered with dirt and saw dust and her long red hair a mass of tangles and saw dust. Becky raised the beer glass she was handed and downed it spilling beer down the front of her breasts. No one thought to giver her a shirt to cover herself. No one was going to. The money was flowing as Mike beamed. It was a hell of a catfight. Beyond the crowd gathered around the teenage redhead, Roxie lay sprawled on her back arms spread out. Her own hair a mass of saw dust and tangles and wet from what ever was in the glass that Becky smashed over her head. The only clothes she wore were her white under garment knickers. Her saloon dress lay in pieces about the floor. Roxies own face was bloodied and battered. The end of the fight had the red head teenager astride Roxie on the floor pummeling her with her fists until the brunette blacked out. Just about every table in the room had been broken by the two fighting girls. They bit, choked, slapped, punched, scratched, pulled hair and tore clothes. They used mugs bottles and chairs to beat each other with.
The cowboys said it was the best fight they’d seen since Sultry Sue and Diamond Diane battled here. No one tended to the fallen saloon girl. A few stood drinking beer gazing at her bare breasts, most of the others stood around the bar and Mike cheering the redhead and offering her drinks and money to fight another of the girls. Becky enjoyed the fan fair as weary and hurt as she was until she realized she was topless. The realization made her scream and jump from the bar. Turning this way and that in the middle of the sea of cowboys she bolted from the saloon.

Western Wildcats
Scene #12

“She got away?” Becky said to me thru swollen lips. “I had to step in and fight Roxie and you let Sue get away again”
She faced me with hands on her hips her bare breasts rising and falling. I had come to with Sue gone and made my way back to Becky’s house. Stripping out of the torn dress I faced her.
“Don’t start with me becky” I said turning to the wash basin.
“Don’t start with you” she said grabbing my arm and turning me around to face her again.
“Remember you’re the reason we are like this. Its your jewels and the reason Rob is dead”
I slapped her face hard. She waited a second then slapped me back. I hit her again and she lunged at me. Grabbing arms we crashed into the wash basin knocking it over and went down on the floor. Holding arms we wrestled across the floor rolling over and over. Our bare chests pressed into each other. Nipples became hard and erect and stabbed into each other. I had on only white leggings. Becky had on her jeans. We were both topless. We wrestled thru the spilled wash water. I got my hands in her long red hair. She grabbed mine back and we got up. I got her against the wall and she put her hand in my face forcing my head back. It went back as far as it would go and I let go of her staggering backwards. She came off the wall with her fists up.
Panting hard, I rubbed my head and said.”We’ll finish this at another time. Right now we have to get after Sue”
“Your dam right we’ll finish it.” She said lowering her fists.
It took Becky and I several days to track Sultry Sue down going to a few towns and several saloons. We finally got word that she was getting a train and headed east across the Big Muddy. We just made the train as it pulled out. Becky went forward while I went to the rear. We were both dressed in jeans low heeled boots and long sleeve button front shirts. I was almost to the last train when I spied her. She had on jeans boots a white frilly blouse and a white Stetson. She caught sight of me and got up headed for the last car, the caboose. She had a traveling bag with her. I ran after her and as I entered the last car I got whumped on the back with her large traveling bag. As I tried to get up Sue was on me. She grabbed my hair and banged my head on the train floor. I grabbed her hat ripping it from her head then buried my hands in h er long blonde hair. Pulling I wrestled her onto her back. We got up and yanking on hair spun each other around. We crashed into boxes and went back on the floor. We rolled over a few times wrestling. Sue got on top of me and moved her hands to my throat choking me. I grabbed at her wrists then scratched some of the hair on her arms out with nails. I finally got my hands up to her throat and choked her back. We struggled on the floor writhering and squirming choking each other. From the corner of my eye I saw boots walk by. Becky. I waited for Sue to be yanked off me but nothing happened. I turned my head as far as I could and saw the redhead pick up Sue’s bag. She reached in side and came out with a smaller bag hefting it in her hands and smiling. It had to be the jewelry. Sue caught me looking and glanced over her shoulder. Seeing the teenager with the jewelry she started to let go of me. I swung a fist to her jaw toplling her away. Getting up I yelled for Becky when Sue tackled me to the floor. She pulled me down by my shirt ripping it open. I put my boot on her shoulder and shoved her off me.
Becky had gone out on the rear platform. I went after her and just as I opened the door she jumped.
She landed on an embankment of high grass and rolled down it. I stood there dumb founded. Then hands grabbed me and pulled me back inside. Sue’s fist caught me on the cheek and I went back on a table. She lept on me and we wrapped our arms around each other. We rolled off the table to the floor. We kicked at each other and tried to lock legs. Her hands torn at my shirt and my hair. I pulled at her white frilly shirt ripping it form the back and tore at her long blonde hair. The front of our shirts open we grabbed at each others breasts. We struggled on the floor pulling and mauling each others tits. Seperating we got to our feet and got headlocks on each other while our free hand worked on a tit. Pulling each other about the car we smashed into the rear door sending us out onto the platform. Sue forced me backwards and I grabbed onto the platform pole. I let go of her tit and grabbed her hair. Sue got a hand on my throat and tried to pry my fingers form the pole. I was hanging out over the side of the train. Taking a glance to the front I saw the train starting to cross a bridge over a river. Waiting till mid span I let go of the pole and grabbed another handful of Sue’s hair. Out in mid air we went and down over the trestle. Turning in the air and letting go we hit the water.
I came up spitting water and started for the shore. My legs were grabbed and I was pulled under. Ikicked out at the blonde as she pulled me to her. We grabbed wrists and churned under the water kicking and spinning. Letting go we both went for the surface and badly needed air. Breaking the surface I gulped in air and made for the shore. Sue was right behind me. My feet suddenly made contact with the bottom and I stood up turning to face her. I pulled my wet hair form my eyes and backed towards the shore. My shirt was ripped down the fornt and the sleeve so I shrugged out of it letting it float away. Sue got to her feet wading towards me. She to removed her frilly wet torn shirt and let if float away. The water was up to my knees now and I wanted to keep her in deeper water so I moved in fornt of her. She moved in slowly tring to get in even water with me. We got close enough to grab each other by the arms. Twisting back and forth we moved into shallower water. Just above our ankles now we pulled and shoved until we went down with a splash. Over and over we churned in the water kicking and rolling our bare breasts crushing into one another. Coming apart Sue scrambled up an embankment into a field of grass. I grabbed her from behind and turned her around. I solid punch sent her down on her ass. I stated to her and she sprang up grabbing me around the waist and driving me backwards down on the ground. Her hands grabbed my tits. I grabbed her 38D’s back and rolled her over. We pushed and pulled on each others tits squealing and crying in pain. I let go of her tits and grabbed her hair dragging her onto her knees. Sue clawed at my hands as I got to my feet pulling her along.
“Had enough bitch” I yelled pulling her long wet dirty blonde hair.
“Fuck you” she yelled back trying to get to her feet. I yanked her keeping her off balance.
“Give up” I yelled again.
“Let go bitch” she yelled. “Ok Ok let go”
I let go of her hair and stood back fists up.
Sue sat on the grass holding her head. “You sure can pull hair Diane” she said between her hands.
“Now what do we do” she said leaning back on her hands.
“We go after Becky” I said looking around not knowing where the hell we were.
“Both of us” she asked
“I’m going after her with or with out you” I told her. I started across the grass field. Sue got up and followed me.

Western Wildcats
Scene #13

Becky pulled her horse up and gazed out at the landscape. Trees surrounded a large field and swayed in the afternoon breeze. A large rock out cropping jutted out of the middle of the field. Her long red hair fell over her shoulders under the gray Stetson she wore. Tight blue jeans tucked inside brown sharp toed calf high boots and a long sleeve button front white shirt. She had been riding for about ½ hour from her new homestead taking in the surroundings. She was unaware of the eyes that peered from around the rock group at her.
Tawny heard first, then saw the white female rider coming. She dismounted her paint and clung close to the rock formation. Peering intently she recognized the red head teenager. She wore tight buckskin pants with high moccasin boots. A vest of buckskin was her only top garment tied in the fornt by two raw hide strings. This did little to hide her tanned huge breasts. As Becky came forward across the field tawny climbed up on the rocks. As the red head passed below her she lept down on to her. Becky’s horse reared as she and the Indian girl went to the ground. As both girls got to their feet tawny grabbed for the bowie knife at her side only to find it gone. A frantic look around discovered it laying in the dirt. Becky also saw the knife and as the Indian girl went for it she kicked out sending the knife twisting across the ground. With her knife out of reach Tawny lunged and grabbed the redhead around the waist taking her to the ground. Becky’s hands instinctively went to the long silky black hair grabbing two good handfuls. Pulling hard she wrestled Tawny off her. Having lost her Stetson, Becky’s long red hair was open for pulling. Tawny grabbed her hands into it yanking. The two young girls rolled over and over in the dirt wrestling.
Picking each other up by the hair they let go and swung fists. The wild punches landed with little damage, and the girls back off. Pulling their hair back Tawny again sought her knife. Now further away she went after it. Becky caught her by the back of the vest ripping the rawhide ties apart. She turned the girl around and clamped her hands onto her throat. Tawny grabbed at Becky’s wrists and ripped her left sleeve cuff apart. Twisting they went back down on the ground. They rolled over several times before Becky got her down. Staddleing her waist she pressed her hands tight around the girls throat. Tawny kicked and clawed at the red head teenager on top of her. Her hands tore off the right sleeve of Becky’s shirt at the shoulder seam. Tawny’s fist caught Becky on the jaw unexpectedly and knocked her off. The Indian girl was quicker to her feet and caught Becky from behind. She wrapped her arms under Becky’s arms then around the back of her neck in a full nelson lacing her fingers. Becky’s shirt was torn open revealing her bare chest. Tawny forced her forwards towards the rocks. Becky saw the Indian girl intended on smashing her chest first into the rock wall. At the last moment she raised her feet and put them against the rock wall bending her knees. Pushing off she sent the both of them reeling backwards to the ground. The wind temporarily knocked out of Tawny having the red head fall on her, Becky got up and ran for her horse. Tawny seeing she had no chance of catching her before she mounted went to her knife. Grabbing it up she started for her own horse as Becky spun and galloped away. She focused on making it back to her homestead where she had guns. Tawny jumped on her horse from behind and lit out after the red head.

Western Wildcats
Scene #14

Sue and I rode up to the edge of the property and studied the house.
“Are you sure that’s her home” Sue asked.
“That’s what the man said. Discribed her to a T”
“Well lets go and see what the little girl has been doing to get a home like this” Sue said nudging hert horse forward.
I followed behind her to the white picket fence around the small dirt front yard. Dismounting we both looked around again. I went thru the gate and onto the porch knocking on the door. After several knocks it was apparent no one was home.
“Sue, take the horses around back and we’ll wait a spell” I said.
She had just gone around the back when I heard thundering hooves. A horse rounded the curve headed for the house all hell bent for mercy. I recognized Becky at once and noted her disarrayed clothing and hair. She brought the horse to a rump sliding stop at the gate and was off it before it stopped running thru the gate. Only steps from the porch did she realize I was standing there and came to a stop at the steps, only because I had drawn my colt and had it leveled at her.
“Well Hi there missy” I said with a smile. “Real nice home you have here”
Before she could answer another horse thundered around the curve also rump sliding at the gate. I recognized the Indian girl and she recognized me.
“You two having some problems” I asked.
Tawny was about to rein her horse away when Sue stepped form the bushes on the side of the house with her gun drawn.
“Lose the reins squaw” she spat pointing the colt at Tawny. The Indian girl dropped the horses reins. “now the bowie, nice and easy. Toss her way over there.”
Tawny thru her knife off to the side.
“So missy” I said to Becky. “I came to get back my jewels. I believe you took off with them.”
Becky let out a laugh. “How do you think I bought this place. I sold your stupid jewels and the ones you stole bitch” the last remark she directed at the blonde.
My finger had the trigger pulled halfway back then I stopped.
“Well I guess then that makes this place half mine and Sue’s.
“In a hogs eye it does” Becky replied.
“Well I’m thinking it was mine and Sue’s jewels that bought it we should have a stake in it.”
“If you think you can take it form me.” The teenager said.
I took a step back and holstered my gun untieing the thigh pigging. I unbuckled it and tossed it off the side of the porch. As I did Becky came at me. Her fist caught me on the side of the head and knocked me back into the side of the wall of the house. I grabbed her arms as she came at me again. We pulled each other around slamming into the walls. Becky grabbed my hair and threw me off the porch to the garden below. As I got up int eh dirt and flowers she lept off the porch into my arms. Down in the dirt we went. Sue strained her head to see the fight. That’s when Tawny shot her leg out kicking the buxom blondes gun from her hand. She cam off the horse and down on the blonde tacking her to the ground. Becky and I churned over and over in the garden tearing up flowers and black dirt. We got to our feet with hands buried in each others hair. I let go and held her at arms length measuring the punch. Becky let go of my hair and grabbing my arm swung me around and let go. I stumbled and went down in the dirt. She went for my holster and I tackled her to the ground.
Sue and Tawny got to their feet pulling hair. Naturally Sue’s shirt could not cope with any strain on her massive breasts and it had opened up. Tawny pulled it open further and grabbed one of the huge tits. Sue grabbed the torn buckskin top and ripped it off the Indian girl. They went back to the ground in a cloud of dust.
Becky and I wrestled and rolled to the picket fence. We had both lost our tops and were bare chested.
We got to our feet in a bear hug and crashed intot he picket fence knocking a section over and spilling us out. As we wrestled on the ground kicking up dust Tawny fell over us. Becky pushed me aside and jumped on the Indian girl. They both grabbed each others hair. I was getting up when my shoulder was grabbed and spun me around. Sue landed a solid punch and I reeled back wards to the ground. She came down on top of me and grabbed my wrists pinning me down.
I shook my head and heaved upwards getting her off me rolling on top of her. We exchanged places several times before coming to a stop.
Staring down at her I said. “ I have a more lucrative way for us to fight if your interested.”
Shaking her dusty blonde hair, “If in it lets me yank you bald I’m listening” she said.

Western Wildcats
Last Scene

SLAP…..SLAP….
The Indian girl reeled backwards thru the doorway grabbing at the door jambs but not able to stop herself before she landed on the bed. Before she could get up the red heade teenager came thru the door and lept on top of her. She grabbed for Tawny’s wrists catching one but missing the other. That hand grabbed her long red hair and yanked. The two girls groaned as they struggle slowly on the bed. Tawny got her hips arched and rolled them over getting Becky down. Becky let go of the held wrist and grabbed another handful of long dark black hair pulling Tawny’s head back. She arched her back and wrapped her long bare leg around the Indian girls dark leg. With a heave she was back on top. Tawny had both hands buried in the long red hair pulling Becky’s head backwards. Their naked bodies pressed together, massive breasts crushing. Slowly the hair pulling eased and Becky’s head came down. Her breathing quickened as their faces got closer. When their lips touched, mouths opened to allow tongues to probe.

“All right…All right….” Big Mike shouted to be heard. The Red Dog Saloon was packed shoulder to shoulder. Cowhands and dandies had come form as far away as beyond the Big Muddy. There was no standing room left.
“You wanted it now you got it” he yelled to be heard “ and only here at The Red Dog.”
Waiting for the cheers to end and being jostled back and forth as he stood at the bar….
“You all know Diamond Diane…..” he yelled indicating me at his side. The saloon crowd went wild cheering.
I was wearing a white dress that came to just below my knee. It was tight fitting and off the shoulder as well as very low cut showing most of my 36C’s. Black fur trimmed the upper shoulder edges. I wore black gartered stockings and heeled shoes but nothing else.
“Come on…Get on with it…” a yell went up.
Mike may have out done himself with the advertising the catfight of the century. There couldn’t have been any more then two inches space between any two people in the place. The crowd was getting rentless drinking which was OK with Mike he was making a fortune.
“And……..you all know Sultry Sue”
The crowd went crazy as Sue appeared at the top of the steps dressed in the exact same dress as me. She started down the steps fighting her way thru the crowd to appear at Mike’s other side. These two Western Wildcats are going to fight it out for you here tonight” Mike said rasing his arms and smiling at the thought of all the money he was making.
“But first…a toast…” he grabbed two shots of whiskey from the bar handing one to me and one to Sue.
“May the best woman win”
Sue tossed back her shot. I tossed mine in her face.
My first punch hit her square in the jaw. She went back into the crowd which was two feet. They caught her and propelled her back at me. I caught her in my arms and we went against the bar. Sue buried her hands in my hair and yanked. I grabbed her long blonde hair pulling back. I could faintly hear the crowd going wild.
“Ride um cowgirl””
“Pull her hair out blondie”
“Give it to her Diane”
We spun off the bar and into the crowd. I caught a punch to the stomach and a grab at my breast before I realized both Sue’s hands were in my hair, that’s how crowded it was.
Hands buried in each others hair we were passed around the room form cowhand to cowhand. We finally found a little room to fight on a card table. By that time we both had tits showing and neither one of us had touched the others dresses. We wrestled on the table back and forth pulling hair and slapping faces.
Somebody was tugging on my dress and it wasn’t Sue.
“get your hand off my privates” she glared at me.
Then realized both my hands were in her hair.
“Lets take this outside” I said to her.
With hands buried in each others hair we maneuvered one another towards the batwing doors. By the time we got their we were both naked except for our stockings and shoes. Across the boardwalk we pulled each other and out into the street. With a SPLATT our naked bodies went down in the muddy street to the cheers of the over flowing crowd pushing out of the Red Dog Saloon.

THE END