Trench Always Gets Her Man
was doing what she always did round about dusk: dozing with her
scuffed leather clad dogs up on her desk. Errant chestnut curls
fell onto her brow, which creased prettily as if even in her dreams
there was something just waiting to vex her. The sound of movement
in the field outside snapped her awake so suddenly she almost
lost her loose grip on the half-full glass of whiskey which had
been resting precariously on her knee. . Grasping her revolver,
she strode silently outside to see who thought that sneaking up
on her bungalow in the evening hours was a wise decision.
she had been out strolling of her own accord, Cassidy might’ve
given mind to how lovely it was outside. Maybe she would have
noticed how, as the sun prepared to bed down behind the distant
mountains, it layered the sky in pinks and blues. Or, perhaps
she would have felt the evening’s ease spreading over her
as the rare cool breeze swayed through the long grass, just soft
enough to give relief without stirring up the grains of sand that
lurked just under, itching to be released. However, right now
all the sunset meant was low visibility. The breeze was just a
means of conveying her scent to anyone lurking out in the dusk.
kept her gun at her side, so as not to frighten Gracie or the
farmhands if they were just coming up to deliver a message or
do some chore that had been neglected during the day. But since
she had not heard a horse’s approach and no one, not even
her ladylike bookkeeper, would waste time by walking the two miles
from the front buildings to her place, Cassidy’s fingers
held firm. Right now, Gracie is probably doling out mash to ol’
Timmet Seaver and Schooly, complaining that she just doesn’t
understand why they can’t have real china. Poor Gracie had
to contend with the same old tin plates that Cassidy had hauled
along with the cattle train nearly twelve years ago. “Poor
Gracie, Broh Gulch ain’t Cincinnati. That’s for sure.”
Cassidy couldn’t help but smile at such an understated thought.
paused at the corner of the house and peered around the peeling
clapboard siding, allowing time for her breath to settle. A horse’s
surprised whinny curled across the pinking horizon near the south
corner of the big fence. “Goddamn there ain’t nothing
I hate more than rustlers.” she muttered under her breath,
though she had to amend that statement immediately. “At
least ones that steal from me.” She wasn’t exactly
innocent of dealing with thieves. She bought her favorite stallion
from a Chickasaw bandit named RedEye and would buy another if
the price were favorable.
low to the ground, she crept through the high grass. The blades
whipped at her face as she made her way swiftly toward the field.
She was certain that the noise had come from this area but it
was empty, save a few horses chewing in the distance. Cassidy
crouched with one knee in the soft dirt, waiting. Then something
caught her eye in the trees that created a perforated line at
the far edge of her property. She sped through the grass once
again to get a closer look. What she saw was unmistakably a pair
of legs which slid out the lonely scrabbly little apple tree.
The sight stopped her short. Horses she’d shoot a man for,
but apples? All that tree ever gave were piddly little sour orbs
that only her animals seemed to care a thing for. What would possess
someone to take such risk? Would she kill someone over a little
pucker of an apple? She stood there with the words “what
on earth” hanging in her mind for a moment before deciding
to stow her gun and reach for the whip that always hung waiting
at her left hip instead.
was a beautiful piece of work. Malleable leather that had been
braided and dyed a muted red - it was soft to the touch, but was
rough enough to cut strips out of the hide of anyone who challenged
its authority. She ran her thumb over the handle, in an absent
minded gesture of affection.
apple theif dropped to the ground with a shirt tail full of fruit.
His smirk staggered and then collapsed when he took in the figure
of Cassidy Trench striding across the plain in the deepening dusk.
He turned to run but she was quicker than he had anticipated.
Her bullwhip unfurled, closing the distance between them almost
lazily. He felt its braided rope wrap around his leg and the cracker
smack against his ankle and less than a moment later he hit the
ground, red dust springing into his eyes and turning the world
into a burning, watery blur. He felt the crush of apples being
mashed beneath him, their juice seeping through his clothing.
what on earth do you think you’re doing, bud?”
turned his head to peer at his captor, in disbelief that the lilting
drawl belonged to the same person who had sent him sprawling.
could feel the familiar sensation of scrutiny taking in every
inch of her frame. This happened every time she encountered someone
unfamiliar, but it never ceased to irritate her. She knew he was
taking in her conventionally feminine face and doing the mental
calculus that involved adding her clothing to the equation. She
was dressed as she always was when working the ranch; button up
work shirt stained various shades of sepia due to sweat and dirt,
covered by a fitted men’s vest equipped with pockets for
various tools, well worn brown breeches that hugged her lush hips
and made for easy climbing, running and riding, and her tall brown
boots layered with a decade’s worth of blood, tears and
manure. As usual the equation just didn’t add up for the
apple thief and he finally said the words they all say.
yes that appears to be so, yet that don’t answer the question
I put to you one bit.” Cassidy shifted her weight to her
left leg and placed a dainty hand on her hip.
man continued to stare, his gaze riding up and down her body on
a slow and endless track until she jerked her whip loose and ordered
him to his feet. As he stood up, absentmindedly patting the dust
off of his pants, Cassidy couldn’t help but notice his tall
and wiry frame and the way his rolled-up sleeves revealed his
solid looking arms.
if you won’t tell me what you’re doing, at least have
the decency to tell me your name.”
he mumbled still looking at her in wonder.
Jack. My name is Trench and this is my ranch and those, “
she gestured to the lumps littering the ground, “are my
apples - now why on earth are you climbing my trees to run off
with a few measly apples? Are you not aware that people routinely
his dark eyes were lingering around her slim waist, as if he were
shook his head, as if to shake away his befuddlement and finally
met her gaze, “I .. . I’m just passing through Mrs.
Trench. I’m headed out west and I just wanted a bite to
eat. That’s all.”
face was so open that she couldn’t help but soften a bit.
He had a face that was almost sweet to look upon, his full lips
and long dark lashes would look feminine if they weren’t
contrasted by his strong chin.
Jack, I am nobody’s Mrs. And if you wanted food there’s
two houses by the front gate that you could’ve asked at.”
right and I am sorry. I just didn’t want to trouble nobody.”
He was looking at his feet like a scolded child.
you did trouble somebody. You went and caused me the trouble of
thinking I was coming out here to deal with horse thieves not
to mention the fact that you woke me up. I should be resting up
for tomorrow not out here dealing with a grown man who likes to
climb trees instead of simply asking for food from those that
would spare it in exchange for some honest work.” He continued
to examine his boots through her tirade, as if he just had to
bide his time until she ran out of steam. “Gee-sus man,
you will look at me when I speak to you!”
eyes lifted momentarily and then darted away. “I beg pardon,
uh, ma’am but I…I have never seen a woman dressed
rolled her eyes heavenward, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
she said sardonically, “Just cause I don’t traffic
in petticoats and bloomers and nonsense doesn’t give you
the right to disrespect me.”
expression darkened, “I AM being respectful Miss Trench!
If I look at you, dressed the way you are….well, I can see
your shape!” He was glaring at her indignantly now as if
she were wearing her clothes just to torment him rather for the
comfort and practicality they allowed.
took a moment to actually look over this stranger. He was clearly
agitated, his chest rose and fell quickly with breath as if he
were overcome by the sight of her. His hair was sun bleached and
the way it fell in a forelock over one eye reminded her of a particularly
headstrong colt she used to own. His eyes were so dark that in
gloaming she couldn’t quite make out where his pupils ended
and iris began. His sharp jaw was covered with stubble and Cassidy
was surprised by a sudden urge to touch its prickly surface.
Trench had not felt that compulsion in years. Not since that cattle
drive. Not since that goddamned rattler stole July away from her.
Cassidy saw his eyes widen a fraction, and he smiled at her -
a broad smile which showed his lovely teeth. His grin filled her
with feelings she couldn’t quite describe, but she could
tell she had given something away - something she would have to
grab hold of quickly before it slipped away from her for good.
Stuck in the path of Jack‘s smile like a dandelion rooted
in the path of a stampede, Cassidy felt as though she were losing
control. She had fought tooth and nail for the respect and control
she had, for her ranch and the right to decide things for herself
and she would be damned before she let some random man come in
and think for a moment that he could hold jurisdiction over her
or her life in anyway.
she couldn’t deny the tugging she felt deep within her.
She felt like having someone else’s lips on hers, his lips
- especially his lush bottom lip that jutted out ever so slightly.
It had been too long since she looked at anyone and felt that
and that was something that needed to be honored just as much
as her need for autonomy.
moved quickly. Cutting the distance between them in an instant
and before he could comprehend what was happening Cassidy was
pushing the trespasser up against the tree, her forearm lodged
squarely against his throat. At first he chuckled in surprise
but his smile slipped when she asked gruffly, “What the
fuck are you grinning at?”
cocksure grin was completely erased from his face and he barely
had a chance to mutter, “Nothing Miss Trench! Honest! I
was just,” before she flicked her whip to the side. Out
of the corner of his eyes he watched it make its graceful arc
upward before cracking back, sending a chill up his spine and
silencing him completely.
here, I know just what you were grinning at. You were thinking
that you could have your way with me. Weren’t you?”
Her face was very close to his now. They were chest to chest.
Her arms were at her side now, his windpipe was free but her body
pressed against his held him. She could feel his ragged breathing
on her cheeks as he looked down at her.
was just,” he began hoarsely.
lie to me now, it just isn’t a good idea to lie to an armed
woman.” her voice was low and husky, “You were looking
at my - what did you call it -shape earlier, were you not?”
he spoke it was in a whisper, a plea, “Yes.”
Jack, you are NOT going to have your way with me.” With
two swift motions he found his wrists held fast in front of his
chest, the whip wrapping a figure eight around them, binding them
see feller, this is my ranch and that means that I ALWAYS have
my way.” With a grin she tossed the handle over the nearest
branch and pulled until he was standing at his full height, toes
just touching the ground enough to give him some steadiness but
not enough to use any of his strength. She passed her whip over
the branch a few more times and then began to climb.
bark of the tree was rough beneath her hands and her boots slipped
a bit on the way up. She hadn’t climbed a tree in ages -
maybe not since that St. Germaine Days picnic back home.
was six years old and was all gussied up in an elaborate frock
her mother had placed her in. It was a stuffy pink affair with
scratchy crinolines and numerous bows. Before the pie was served
Cassidy stripped down to her bloomers right there in the midst
of the celebration. It was a logical move, she needed to get rid
of the fluff in order to more effectively climb the fifty foot
oak that stood in the center of town. Unfortunately, her mother
didn’t see it that way, she wept in frustration among the
roots popping out of the ground. Papa stormed and raved that this
was not lady-like as he watched his small daughter disappear into
the upper branches.
was in this way, sitting there, at the very apex, elaborate ringlets
floating on a rare July breeze, that the young Miss Trench announced
to the world that she would not put up with the nonsense of propriety
- especially if it got in the way of her plans. Plans that were
and continue to be precise.
took her time tying a knot in the whip to her specific requirements.
Jack looked up at her, suspended in body and mind. Her strong
legs spread across the wide limb as she worked and her boots dangling
on either side put him in mind of a school girl - but last he
checked most school girls don’t go about trussing men up
to apple trees. Of course, Miss Trench had already proven in a
thousand other ways that she had little in common with the majority
of her sex.
leapt down from the tree like a cat, landed soundlessly and began
to admire her prey. Cassidy had to admit that he was a sight to
behold, his face all anxious anticipation. As she allowed herself
to drink him in a low ache formed inside her and she forced herself
to push aside her thoughts and try to tap into her instincts.
It had been such a long time that part of her lingered, trying
to recall how to proceed. All those nights with July seemed like
they belonged to another lifetime - one in which he had always
been in charge.
slowly, careful to take one step at a time, she gave the illusion
of assurance, but just below the surface her mind was racing,
replaying scenes with her lost lover. What would he do if he had
her so compromised and at his mercy?
deftly unbuttoned his shirt revealing an inch of goose prickled
ochre skin at a time. The well worn flannel was a soft as satin
as she made her way down, button by agonizing button. Cassidy
became aware of things she had missed now that she stood so close
to a man. The scent of him on the breeze was delicious and she
closed her eyes to focus on the sensation.
finally each button had been parted from its button hole she stood
back to admire his naked torso. His shirt hung open like curtains
around a lovely view. The setting sun’s rays reflected off
him, gave Jack a firey glow. Cassidy took it all in, her eyes
swooping about his body, lighting on his throat and stomach and
the fine hair surrounding his navel creeping downward past the
took one finger and placed it on his lips. Jack closed his eyes
and savored the sensation of her fingertip tracing his chin and
neck, making it’s way in a straight line down his stomach.
Cassidy lingered for a moment in the downy forest that grew there
and then journeyed past his belly button until she was separated
from him by the tyranny of his pants. He opened his eyes and saw
her looking up at him with twinkling eyes, her finger resting
on the copper button above his fly.
this is an important step, dear Jack.” she said in a whisper,
a crooked smile leaving her mouth slightly agape. “Let’s
see what you’re working with.” With a look of pure
mischief she slid her hand down his pants and grasped the whole
of him. Jack let out a groan and she felt him stiffen instantly
filling her palm with firmness.
yes, you will do just fine.” she purred, letting go and
skimming her fingernails across his sensitive skin. He felt an
immediate loss, bereft without her skillful grasping him. But
as hard as he tried, he could not will her hand—or other
parts—back to the throbbing ache in his jeans.
if she had no knowledge of what lay below his belt line she began
at his neck, nibbling kisses along his throat pausing between
each peck to give him time enough to be left wanting. Her tongue
made paths over his chest creating lazy circles around his nipples.
He felt the points of her teeth along his shoulder, the brush
of her silky hair then the cushion of her lips on his stomach
and finally, the agonizing massage of her palms across the outside
of his pants. He raised his eyes to the night sky, amazed at how
acutely he felt everything as he hung helpless and bound by the
her part, Cassidy reveled in the taste of his salty flesh. She
had to admit he was beautifully made and smelled of the sun and
sand. At last, she kissed him and allowed herself to be kissed
back - truly kissed with no artifice. Her inner monologue - that
voice she had lived for so long with as her only real companion-
was silenced, and the only word in her mind was a low, thrumming
chest filled with light, she felt confident and assured. She had
power over this man. She could do whatever she wished with him
- and what was it she wanted? Control. She had that, but she wanted
even more - the full measure of her control would only come when
she had forced him to lose his control.
a wicked grin into his pleading eyes, she descended, slowly tracing
his abdomen with tickling licks and scrapes from her teeth. Jack’s
moan skirted the frontier in that range between ecstasy and torture.
When she brushed her mouth along his fly, applying a gentle but
firm pressure his hips bucked seemingly without his permission.
“Miss Trench,” he managed to whine, “please
let me down.”
sat back on her heels and admired her victim squirming in her
web. “Well, if you insist.” She jerked the slip knot
loose with one swift motion and he was let loose, with a thud.
recovered quickly, “I don’t want to be forward or
nothing but could you untie my hands? I……I just long
to touch you.”
laughed out-loud as she freed his wrists, “Oh Jack, you
better do much more than touch me.”
unleashed crazed as he was Jack tried to maintain some decorum.
He began to kiss her gently only to be pulled into a fevered kiss
full of probing tongues and bitten lips and from there all manner
of control was lost to him. He jerked open her shirt, and her
buttons flew from their threads spinning into the dust, lost.
He paused, surprised to discover a bandage wrapped around her
torso. Cassidy felt embarrassed. But she covered it with her usual
bravado, “I hate those ridiculous under things they want
women to wear.” she said, “This is just easier.”
undid the knot and began to unwind the wide fabric as Cassidy
marveled at the gentleness of his touch. After three turns her
breasts bounced free into the cool evening air, and she heard
a quick intake of air as Jack gazed in appreciation. His fingers
were warm as they made quick little passes along her chest. It
felt as if her breasts were growing larger with his every touch,
her blood coursed through her going only those two points. The
ache between her thighs was growing more persistent with every
connection between them and soon she had to stop him before she
lost her mind.
pushed him to the ground and yanked his pants down. Her hands
flew over him sliding up and down, willing him to lose his control,
to feel the urgency she felt. Jack closed his eyes, “You
don’t know what you do to me.”
don’t even know your first name.” he said between
name is Cassidy .” She declared before leaning down and
breathing the words directly into his mouth, “Let’s
phrase was like a spur kick. Before she could utter another syllable
she was flipped onto her back and Jack was throwing her pants
to the side sending scarlet particles of dust leaping in wisps.
He was like a blanket covering her, his gentleness abandoned.
His fingers curled into her hair and tugged her lovely wet mouth
to his as he descended oh-so-slowly from above.
Cassidy found that she couldn’t control the volume of her
moans and filled her mouth with the round of his shoulder to keep
the farmhands from running up to see what was wrong. Her body
clenched and released rhythmically, almost without her permission,
pulling him deeper. The build was blindingly fast, her ribs felt
like they were a cage of fluttering birds, fighting to be freed
so they could pull her into the sky. She dissolved into a liquid
world just as he collapsed on top of her.
a moment she just held him there, held him like she had not held
anyone in years. Her vision glistened for a moment with tears
for poor July, but she wiped them away hastily and pulled this
new arrival’s face up from her chest.
to the Ranch, Jack. Put your britches back on and we’ll
get some food in you. We work for our supper around here so be
prepared for tomorrow.”
you hiring me?”
smiled one of her rare girlish smiles, “If you want to be
hired. I am willing to take you on. We need another hand since
spring brought us some new colts that need training up.”
Miss Trench. I believe this was the best interview I have ever
had.” he grinned tucking his shirt in.
looked at the way his pants hugged his body, his messy hair and
dimpled chin and thought, “Oh Cass, what have you gotten
yourself into now?“
the grub, boss lady?” He teased. As he offered her his calloused
hand, she could tell things are about to get mighty unproductive
around the ranch.
is an errant writer of erotica looking to dampen the petticoats
of her fellow historical fiction enthusiasts.
Trench Always Gets Her Man
Copyright 2012 by Jo McCoy