An Excerpt: Hade Hollow by James Paradie

Rated M for Mature

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Rawdin, Virginia

1888

       The cold bites at his flesh like little pin needles. He's been traveling for days by foot. A sack on his back filled with the only belongings he has on him. He's a drifter, he goes from town to town, but he never stays for the long run. It's always been his way ever since he was a child. The thing is, he has to keep moving or else they'll know. They'll know his secret and his type are not looked highly upon. There's always been an executioner waiting for him. There's always been a gun waiting to fire at him. He needs to keep moving. 

          His eyes brighten, he sees a town up ahead, and he's thirsty. He's also ready for some company, but the company of a lady. He's been lusting for a female in his arms for a while now, and he's heard Rawdin has the best hookers around. Perfect big breasts and a tight snatch. It's a nice night to live a little. 

          He gets to the saloon and it's swamped full of bar patrons. Glasses clinging, casino chips cracking, and women flocking to every man who will give them the time ... and money. He goes up to the bartender, who greets him with a friendly smile.

          "Good evening, sir." He's a stout man, but he believes under the girth of the man, there's some muscle to him.

          "Hello," he says, just as friendly as the bartender.

          "You new around here?"

          "Yes."

          The bartender grabs a shot glass under the bar, set's it on the counter, and pours him a whiskey.

          "On the house, my good sir,” he says with a grin.

          "Really?" He takes the glass and holds it up.

          "Of course!"

          "This place seems awfully friendly already."

          "Welcome to Rawdin."

          He takes a swig, it feels so warm on his throat, but it's time to get to business. "I'm looking for someone."

          "Who?"

          "Ms. Lucille."

          The bartender smiles. "Oh, you've heard of her, huh?"

          The drifter smiles. "Well, hell yes. Heard she does pretty well."

          The bartender nods. "That she does. Gotten her in the sack a couple times myself."

          "So, where can I find her?"

          The bartender just gives him a grin, as the drifter feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and is met with a pretty face, green eyes, and a perfect figure.

          "Looking for me?" she says.

          "Well, they didn't lie. You're very pretty."

          "Honey, I'm going to show you I'm not very pretty." She leans in like she's going for a kiss, but then whispers in his ear, "I'm perfect."

          "Let me see how perfect you are."

          "You seem kind of nervous. First time?"

          "Yes. I'm a virgin."

          Ms. Lucille lets out a tiny laugh. "Let me change that for you."

          She smiles and leads him up the staircase. They walk down a hallway, he notices on the doors there's hats.

          "What's this mean?" he asks Ms. Lucille.

          "There having a little party,” she says with a smile.

          She gets to a door that has no hat. She reaches between her clevage and gets out a key.

          "That's a nice place for that,” he says.

          She smiles. "Honey, it's a nice place for anything ... and I do mean anything."

          She puts the key in the lock, turns it, and turns the knob. She steps inside, as does he, but before he closes the door, he takes off his hat, and puts it on the knob. He closes the door as she turns on a lamp.

She's already naked.

          "You’re a quick one,” he says, impressed with her figure.

          "I like to get down to business." She walks up to him and wraps one leg around him.

          He grabs her waist, lifts her up, and they start kissing romantically. It's been awhile since he felt lips on his and it feels good. He put's her on the bed and starts taking off his clothes. He pulls down his trousers, his penis already erect.

          Ms. Lucille looks like she could drool. "Wow. You're a big one. Don't get many of them around here."

          "You want to play horsy?"

          "Yeah, we'll go to that. But first, I want to taste you."

          She then sits up, grabs his shaft, and puts it in her mouth. She moves her head slightly, then a pushes it in a little deeper. The man moans, it feels so good. She puts him completely in her mouth, pulls back slowly, and then does it again.

          "You know," he says. "If you keep on doing that, the gun will go off too early."

          She then takes it out, stroking it with her hand, and smiling. "I like being a dirty whore, my good sir. It excites me."

          She licks it from his balls up to the top of the shaft, putting her tongue on the top of his knob, and moving it gently across. He grabs her under the arms and moves her up. She gets offended at first, but that feeling goes away quick. He gently caresses her snatch and loves the fact that she's one of the few that actually shaves.

          "Very nice,” he says. "I haven't eaten a shaved pussy in quite a while."

          "Do it,” she says, almost cunningly.

          He puts down his head and starts licking her lips, teasing her. She loves it, moaning passionately, and not faking it either. He can tell. He uses his fingers to spread her lips, and starts licking inside. It drives her mad. He finds the spot that makes her scream. He keeps on doing it, she keeps on screaming; she almost grunts as he can taste sweetness coming out of her.

          She's breathless. "Nobody’s ever done that. All the gals told me, but I've never done that in my life. My lord, I may have to give this up, and keep you."

          "I'm not done yet."

          He kneels down on the bed and starts fucking her; not slow and easy, but fast and hard. Her wet and warm walls hugging his shaft, making him bite his lip, hoping he won't come too early. She moans, wrapping her arms around his neck, pleading him to go faster. Which he does and she screams. The tip of his penis is getting sensitive and he finds himself moaning too. He grabs her breasts and squeezes them, they are a handful, and they feel wonderfully warm on his cold flesh. He moves down to kiss her and she plants him, hard, lip to lip, tongue to tongue. Her constant thrusts of the hips go dull; a tiny, wet yelp comes from her mouth, and not only can he taste her tongue still, but also the sensation of sweet blood.

          He backs his head away and she stares at him with dead eyes. He takes the knife out of her throat and wipes the dribbling blood off his lip. Although she is dead, he finishes, coming inside her. He pulls out and just sits on the edge of the bed, looking at her. The blood draining out of her mouth with her eyes looking into the black abyss of death. He looks at the gash, such a wonderful job he’s done, and then down to her pussy, with his sperm seeping down.

          The job has been done and he did it exactly the way he was told. He gets up, goes over beside her, and looks down at her.

          He says, “I didn’t want to do this. You’re a beautiful flower in this cold and dark world. But I had to do it. Because this is what I do. But I made your death wonderful, didn’t I?”

          He casually gets dressed, walks over to the lamp and turns it off, before he walks to the door. He stands there for a moment before saying, “Of course it was wonderful.” He closes the door.

          He walks downstairs where the bartender is smiling at him.

          “Did she rock your world?”

          “And then some, my friend.”

          He walks outside without another word as he hears the bartender laughing. The drifter lights up a pre rolled smoke and walks down the covered sidewalk. He looks in the random businesses that are around. A few of the locals go by him and say a few casual hellos here and there.

          Yes, sir. I could retire here, he says to himself.

          He walks past the jail and just stands there, looking in. He sees three gentlemen in there playing cards. One with a sheriff badge and his guess is the other two are deputies. He decides to go in and say hello.

          “Good evening, gents.”

          They look at him as the Sheriff, a nice looking fellow, gives him a smile. “Hello. You’re a new face to town.”

          “Why yes, I am. I just came in from a town south from here and thought I would settle in.”

          “That’s excellent, stranger. The only place I can think of is twenty miles from here. It’s been abandoned so many times because of supposed spirits of the damned.” He laughs at these claims. 

          The drifter does too. “People will believe anything, right?”

          “That’s right.”

          One of the deputies, a short one, says, “Now I don’t know about that Henry. Remember those bodies we pulled out of there a few weeks back?”

          “Bodies?” the drifter asks.

          “Yeah, I remember those. Trying to forget. It was horrible. But I believe it was them damn Indians that did it.”

          “Indians, you say?”

          “Yeah, there not too far from that cabin. I’m sure they’re the ones. But what happened to that poor family is … I’ve never seen Indians do that.”

          The drifter thinks about it for a moment. He breaths in and breaths out, “I’ll take it.”

          The two deputies laugh, turning back around and continuing their card game. The Sheriff, or Henry, just looks at him and smirks. “You’re a tough one, aren’t you?”

          “Not tough. Just not scared is all.”

          Henry laughs. “Well goddamn, stranger, after our little game we’ll take you up there.”

          Now the other deputy speaks. “Uh, fuck no, Henry. I’m not going up there.”

          The other one says, “Neither am I.”

          “Guess it’s just me and you, new friend. By the way, what’s your name?”

          “Hade Hollow.”

          “Sounds like something from those ghost stories that my daddy used to tell me. Well alright, Hade Hollow, I’ll take you up. I have a feeling this game will end very soon.”

          “Why yes, it will.”

          Hade takes out a pistol and blasts a hole in both the deputies’ heads. Henry just freezes there.

          “Fucking a!”

          He takes out his pistol, but Hade drops his and put’s his arms up. He doesn’t look scared at all.

          “You can shoot if you want, but considering I just killed two deputies and a street hooker up the road from here, wouldn’t it suffice the nice people here to see a hanging?”

          Henry looks like he wants to shoot him. In fact, he really wants to. But he grins and says, “Yes. I think a cruel bastard such as you deserves to suffer.”

          “Couldn’t agree with you more.”

          Henry goes over to him cautiously, before grabbing him and shoving him into a holding cell in the back of the jail. Henry looks at him for a moment and shakes his head.

          “Damn it, why did you do that?”

          Hade shrugs. “I didn’t want to.”

          “But why? They were good men.”

          “According to you they were. According to someone else? They weren’t.” 

          “You’ll never see that someone else ever again, Hade. Tomorrow you die.”