<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Marguerite_Tuerny01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://yesiroleplay.webs.com/images/emvds.jpg)</div>It was a nightmare. The twisted horror of a nearly familiar face danced in a plume of greenish-black smoke, the agonized eyes seeming to watch her.  They seemed to bore into her very soul.  Her headlong flight stopped in mid-step, and her pretty face twisted into a horrified mask as she stared.  Rooted for the moment, images of fair green fields and  charred corpses filled her mind.  Oh no.  Not again.  The nightmares had nearly gone away - only on a bad night did she wake with the horror of her parent's death fresh in her mind.  Why was this... this couldn't be happening.  She closed her eyes, banishing the image of her father's blistered face, only to see it in color, rather an in greenish shadow.<br/><br/>Opening her eyes, she turned away and ran, pursued by her father calling her name - his voice choked by pain and smoke.  He called her again, more loudly, and she fled.  Running from the horror as fast as she was able, she registered the sound of hoof beats only belatedly.  Not many horses in the labor camp, not even the supervisor had one.  Pack mules aplenty, but a mule galloped at a different beat from a horse...  She turned her head, glancing back over her shoulder despite the faces leering down from the roiling green smoke.  A horseman, riding right toward her like one of the four harbingers of the apocalypse.<br/><br/>It was the outline of his hat against the glowing green clouds beyond that queued her - it was the lawman, galloping up to...<strong>"Yeeek!"</strong>She squealed in a girlish voice of horror relieved mingled with grateful delight.  He swooped her up and she threw herself up behind him with great grace if little strength.  Riding astride!  How completely un-ladylike!  And uncomfortable, to say the least.  Her tender bottom and over-fucked sex shied from the abrupt contact, but she gritted her teeth and clenched her thighs and held on to the lawman with all her meager might. She managed a weak smile when he glanced back at her, hiding both the horror she still felt at nightmares awoken and the pain of her landing astride the powerful beast they rode.<strong>"Thank you."</strong>She yelled against the wind in her face.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened appreciably as she glanced past his shoulder to the road ahead.  They'd circled the periphery of the camp, and with all the canyons and broken terrain in the Maze, there were quite a few places where you had to take the road to get anywhere - and ahead of them was one stretch of road.  And that road was blocked - half a dozen Chinamen with guns stood between them and a barricade blocking the right-o-way.  She gasped in disappointment - how could they pass such a barrier?  She tensed, gripping the lawman ever more tightly as the man spurred his horse straight toward the Chinamen and the barrier beyond.<br/><br/>She gasped again, in equal amounts surprise and dismay, when one of the silhouettes resolved into the heavy-set, almost squat outline of a massive Chinese wearing a bowler hat.  Tom!  He was so strong!  If he could get a grip, she was sure he could pull down a running horse.  Nate spurred right into the man, and their mighty steed knocked the big man to the side, sending the hat into the air out of which Marguerite instinctively snatched it.  Shots were blazing, both from the lawman's six-shooters and from the Chinamen's rifles.  She heard the angry buzz of bullets cutting through the air as the big horse they rode sped straight for the barricade, apparently of its own accord, as the Lawman was busy shooting at people.  Of course, the man was probably steering with his knees, but....<strong>"Yeeek!"</strong>She squealed anew as their muscular mount took to the air, literally flying over the barrier in a jump that would have won applause at a steeplechase back East.<br/><br/>Sounds of gunfire faded as Nathan ceased firing and the barricade and its guards faded into the night behind them - though the angry buzz of a bullet did occasionally remind that they were not yet out of danger.  Soon enough, those stopped too and the big horse galloped on in relative silence before breaking into a slower canter - pulled in by his brave rider.<strong>"That was..."</strong>She panted breathlessly.<strong>"That was amazing!"</strong>She spoke into his ear.<strong>"Do you do that a lot?"</strong>Pain shot through her loins and up her spine with every cycle of hoof beats, though neither her voice nor her attitude reflected her discomfort - riding astride wasn't very comfortable when one was so tender in the bottom.