The leader said, “There’s four of us and only one husband, so bring him on sweetheart. We’ll fuck him too.”
JR was pushed again. “After those gunshots he’ll likely bring my three brothers too.”
The leader laughed. “I don’t believe you. Brothers your ass you lying bitch.”
Another man cupped her butt cheeks in both hands and hooted loudly as he thrust her forward. The man in front of her was surprised when her fist struck his protruding gut and his breath gushed out, but his hands pushed her back into the circle.
He shoved her off with both palms on her breast. “Wow, nice big jugs in there. We need a better look at those melons. Get ready to strip the bitch.”
At that, JR stopped her backward momentum and charged the black haired grungy leader. She was afraid of the crass morons. She kicked for his balls, but he twisted to the side, and her foot hit his thigh. He shoved her off for another pass around the group. A mean sneer covered his face as he enjoyed her plight and looked forward to the reward he savored.
He spit as she tried to sprint past him; his reaction was fast as he tripped her with his foot. She stumbled as he lunged forward and threw a hard right fist that hit her jaw and staggered her and knocked her to her knees. She fought the assailants, but they dragged her to the ground and pinned her. Two groped and pinched her breast while their leader stripped away her boots, pants, and panties as her legs flailed. He exclaimed, “Well look at this! She ain’t got a good tan, she’s brown all over. We got ourselves an injun squaw. I’m gonna screw her to get even for them redskins scalping ole General Custer.”
The short, youngest man ripped her button front shirt apart. She screamed and cursed the misfits and struggled fiercely. A long, cold hunting knife was slipped between her breast to cut the bra in two pieces. The leader said, “Hold her down, I’m first at that puss. The rest of you can just wait until I’m done and see how a real white man fucks an injun squaw.” A man on each side pinned her arms and held her ankles. The leader dropped his pants to his ankles and stroked his penis at JR. “Get ready, baby, cause here I come. I’m gonna enjoy this, bitch, even if you don’t.”
Sam was in a dead run as he and Smokey reached the clearing at the end of the animal trail and saw what was happening to JR. The men’s catcalls were loud, and Sam was sure they didn’t hear him approach. Sam was wheezing and panting for breath but ordered Smokey to heel. As he stepped out with the Glock in his hand his blood pressure went even higher when he saw JR was about to be raped. No one noticed him at first as he hunched low and stealthily closed the distance. A man kneeling near her head was trying to kiss JR while squeezing and pinching her breast with both hands. From thirty feet Sam saw the man on the left side of JR focus on the newcomer and a dog, then open his mouth. Sam let out a half breath, then held it as he aimed.
Sam said, “Attack.” Smokey bounded forward in a flash. Sam shot the man facing him in the forehead as the victim lost his grip on JR’s ankle and blubbered something unintelligible. The man opposite him was shot in the back of the head from twenty feet before he could react, then the man at JR’s head trying to kiss her was shot when he straightened his torso in reaction to the gunshots and reached for his pant’s pocket. Sam left the unarmed man standing with his pants down till last.
The group’s leader screamed as he tried to pry Smokey’s fangs from his thigh. Blood flowed down his leg as Smokey hung on and snarled. The pants around his ankles kept him immobile as JR pushed a bloody corpse away and then scooted forward on her back and kicked her right heel into the leader’s testicles. She yelled, “Down Smokey, down.” Then she wiped splattered blood off her face with the torn shirt so she could see clearly.
Smokey backed off but continued to hunch beside his target menacingly and growl. The leader collapsed forward and twisted onto his back and lay moaning and holding his torn and bloody thigh. He looked fearfully from JR, to Sam, to Smokey. “Okay, I’m beat. I’ll leave and never come back.” He rolled onto his knees and struggled to stand and raise his pants. JR spotted her gun where it lay on the ground several feet away. Still mostly naked, she grabbed it and sprinted ahead of the leader, planted her feet and assumed a two handed shooting stance. “You bastard, you’re not going anywhere.” She pulled the trigger twice and put two bullets in the man’s stomach. He screamed in pain as his pants dropped and he fell to the dirt on his back with both hands holding his bleeding gut. JR ran to him and stomped her right heel into his stomach over his hands. The wannabe rapist screamed even louder. She was livid with hatred fueled by a full load of adrenalin.
Sam stood silently close by. He thought about intervening, then reconsidered. After what JR had faced, he’d let her get her anger out in any way she decided. She’d likely need him close afterward when she
