*A/N This story is for my Pokey. I love ya lady! Also in this story the book Bram Stoker's Dracula is mentioned. The book was not published until 1897, it is used here just for some interesting dialog.*


Colorado Territory - 1850

     Victoria Nelson pulled the blanket tighter across her shoulders, feeling the cold wind seeping in between the folds.   She wished she dared to make a fire but that would only invite unwanted company. She just had to get though tonight and Mike would be back by morning to get her. She hoped.

     "This is just how I pictured spending the night before my wedding.   Alone in the middle of nowhere." Vicki grumbled under her breath.   Right now she was supposed to be in a cozy cabin at Fort Lyon where Mike was stationed, not sitting in a broken down wagon.

     She looked at the broken wagon wheel and had to resist the urge to kick it. They had been making good time when the wheel just snapped, the one horse that was pulling the wagon had somehow hurt one leg and was favoring it slightly.   At first Mike tried to get her to head to Fort Lyon instead of him. Vicki would have loved to do that but knew she couldn't.   "Mike, you know I don't see that well in the daytime, I'd never find the Fort in the dark."

     Mike had run both hands up and down her arms, his look one of frustration. "Then we'll both go. I can't leave you here in Indian country."

     Vicki tried to reason with him. "There is no way that horse can hold both our weight when it's lame. Go on, I'll be fine." She pulled out her Colt revolver and checked the chamber. "You know I'm a crack shot." She wanted to say I'm a crack shot in good light, but didn't want to remind him of that." You'll have to go slow but you should get there in just a few hours and come back. Don't worry, I'll just climb in the wagon and get some sleep."

     With obvious reluctance he left, making sure she had  plenty of ammunition for the Colt and left his prize rifle, telling her to keep both close by.    Vicki tried to find a comfortable spot in the cramped wagon bed that was filled with all her belongings.  Closing her eyes she tried to think of her wedding tomorrow, Mike in his uniform, looking so handsome and she thought of the small cabin that would be their home until his service was up.   Vicki smiled, she never thought she would want to get married but Mike had won her over and tomorrow she would start  a whole new life.   With that in her head she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

     Vicki stirred  as someone began to play with her hair.   Thinking she was dreaming she moved her head to the side only to have her hair grabbed in a tight grip.  Her eyes opened wide to see an  Indian smiling at her. Panic gripped her heart, her hand reaching for her weapons and not finding them.

     "Looking for these?"  He said in broken english, holding her guns.   He tossed them outside the wagon where she saw three more Indians. She knew that they were Crow, and the Crow Indians loved to rob, rape and murder, believing  that it was justice for what had been done to them.  She didn't stand a chance of escaping being violated and killed.

     She was pulled roughly from the wagon but not one to give in without a fight she kicked hard at one Indian at her feet, doubling him over as she hit him between the legs.   Her satisfaction only lasted a moment then she was backhanded across the mouth, her lip split and  blood filled her mouth.   She fell to the ground surrounded by the  men, trapped.

     The Indian who  had pulled her from the wagon approached her and she tried to crawl away only to find another Indian at her back.   He knelt in front of her, again playing with her hair, she suddenly remembered  the stories of how the Crow loved to have blonde scalps to put on their lodge poles. She couldn't stop the shiver that ran though her body at that thought.

     He gave her another evil grin.   "You are a fighter.   This is good.   Your screams will fire our blood."   Then he placed one large hand on the center of her chest,  pushing her to the ground on her back.   As he reached for the hem of her dress, she struggled, doing anything she could to keep him from lifting her skirts.   One Indian came over to grab her wrists, only too happy to help his leader.   Knowing she couldn't get free, Vicki clenched her teeth and turned her head away.   She only hoped they were fast. 
She didn't want to linger anymore than she had to.  Just as he had one hand on her bloomers she heard a deep voice just to her left.

     "Now Howling Wind, I know you aren't taking that woman by force."

     Everyone froze and she thought she heard one Indian whisper Devil.   Grateful to the stranger, she tried to see him in the dark but could only see an outline.   He seemed like a rather small young man.   Vicki's hope of rescue was dashed.   He walked casually to them, pulled a handrolled cigarette out of his pocket and struck a match to it.   Vicki sucked in her breath.   From the brief light she saw only the bottom of his face, a strong chin and high cheeks covered with several days growth of beard.   A large hat covered his head and dipped down to keep his eyes hidden.   She did think she saw dark curls around the collar of his shirt.

     The Indians stood and began backing away from her.  Vicki scooted on her bottom toward the wagon. The Indians looked terrified and she couldn't understand why.   Why would a boy scare them?

     Pinching the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger he glanced sideways though the smoke to look at Howling Wind.   "I thought we had a deal Howling Wind.   You leave the white women alone and I don't kill you.   Or have you forgotton that?"

     Howling Wind swallowed and began to move towards his horse. "You take the woman, Nightwalker."

     One of the young Indian braves wasn't so willing to give Vicki up.   "No.   The woman is ours."   Before anyone could move the brave put a arrow in his bow and fired it at the stranger, hitting him high on the shoulder. Vicki cried out and put one hand over her mouth.   The stranger didn't move, he just looked down at the arrow protruding from his skin then he looked to the young brave as he snapped the end off the arrow tossing it on the dirt. 

     "You really shouldn't have done that."   Moving so fast he was only a blur, the man grabbed the brave and punched him hard across the jaw.   Vicki heard the sound of bone breaking as the brave dropped unmoving to the ground.   He looked to the other three Indians. "Take your warriors home Howling Wind. Keep in mind,  if I see you again I will kill you."   Vicki heard the Indians gasp, but from the back she couldn't see why.   She thought the man was smiling at them.   How could a smile scare Crow Indians?

     He turned his back on them, something most would never do, and walked to her. He bent down and pushed his hat up. She saw beautiful blue eyes looking at her. She looked at him from head to toe. He was masculine beauty and Vicki felt her body respond to heat that radiated off him.

     "Are you hurt?" he asked.

     Vicki had to focus on his words, her mind still running wild.   "I'm not the one who's hurt."   She looked at his back where the tip of the arrow showed just under his shoulder blade. "You need that stitched."

     He looked at the front of the shirt, one long finger tracing the hole.   "This was my favorite shirt."   He turned to the side putting his back to her.   "Could you pull this out please?"

     Vicki swallowed not really wanting to do it but knowing it had to come out.   She moved behind him, her fingers just above the wooden shaft.   "This is going to hurt.   Do you want something to bite down on?"

     His eyes dropped to her neck for a moment then raised to hers.   "I can handle it."

     Not giving herself time to think about it, she grabbed the arrow and quickly pulled it free from his flesh. Blood ran down his back and Vicki began to panic. She really didn't want him to die and leave her alone with his corpse.   She stood to go into the wagon.   "I'll see if I can find my sewing kit and some cloth to wrap that."

     She had only taken one step when he call out, "Don't bother."   She turned to see him pull off the shirt and begin tearing it into strips.  "Just wrap it up."   He looked over to where the Indian was on the ground. "After you finish I'll take care of him."  He smiled.

     She began to wrap it, hoping it would be enough to keep him from bleeding to death.   She too glanced at the Indian.   "Is he dead?"

     The man looked at her with a strange look on his face.   "He will be,"  he said softly.   "I'll leave him in the woods for his tribe to find while you start a fire."

     When she finished he walked over and grabbed the Indian,  tossing him over his uninjured shoulder. He walked as if he was feeling fine, as if he wasn't badly hurt and Vicki watched until the darkness swallowed the two men.   She was still afraid to start a fire but knowing this young man was here to protect her from all night creatures, she felt better.   She gathered what she needed and soon had a crackling fire going, putting a pot of coffee on the embers.

     Vicki was begining to wonder what was taking the man so long when she saw him in the faint light of the fire.   He stood with his legs slightly apart, his denim pants hugging the firm thighs.   She could see the muscles of his chest and arms, all bulging. Vicki felt her breath catch. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

     Not wanting to start thinking that way she cleared her throat and poured two cups of coffee, holding one to him.  "Thank you for what you did," she paused, " uh, I don't know your name."

     He took the cup and sat beside her, much closer than she liked.  "You can call me Henry.  And you are?"

     "Victoria, but most everyone calls me Vicki."   She held her hand out to him.

     He took her hand in his giving a slight shake, his skin  cool to the touch.  "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Vicki."

     They sat in silence for awhile and Vicki kept running the events of the night though her head.   She was still confused by the Indians reaction to Henry.   "Why were they  so afraid of you?   They not only were bigger than you but they outnumbered you.   Why didn't they try to fight you?"

     Henry tossed out the last of his coffee and turned to her.   "Indians are very superstitious.  They think I'm a vampire." 

     Vicki's brows rose at that.  "A vampire?  Like from Mr. Stoker's book?"

     He smiled at her.   "You've read Dracula?"   She nodded yes.   "What did you think of it?"

     She thought a minute.  "It was very good.   Thrilling and tragic.  Sad and exciting."   She laughed, "I'm just glad vampires aren't real.   I'd faint if I ever saw one."

     He gave her a half smile.     "Guess it's a good thing I'm not a vampire then. So why are you out here all alone?"

     Vicki told him about the wagon and Mike, how Mike would be back by dawn for her.   He listened but didn't say much about himself, just that he was passing though the area.   After about a hour Vicki felt her eyes begen to droop, she was exausted from all the excitement.

     Henry went to where his horse was and pulled out his bedroll, laying it in front of the fire.   "Get some sleep.   I'll stay until morning when your man comes back."

     Vicki still felt a little uneasy around the man but she knew he wouldn't hurt her, so she decided he was right and she sould get some rest while she could.   She covered herself with the blanket and smiled at him.   "Thank you again Henry. Good night."

     "Good night , Victoria."

     Vicki was having the most wonderful dream. Her naked skin was both hot and cold, strong hands roamed her body, finding all her pleasure spots.   When she moaned, her eyes opened and she looked into blue eyes surrounded by dark curly hair.  She felt his naked skin sliding across hers and knew this wasn't a dream after all.   It was real. 

     Vicki wasn't sure how this had happened, but she was holding a very aroused Henry in her arms, his hard cock pressing against her hip.   He held himself still,  continuing to just look at her.  He was silently asking her if she wanted more, wanted to make love to him.

     Part of her was screaming, NO!  You're getting married tomorrow.  Another part of her was saying, YES!   Mike will never know. 

     She listened to the second voice.

     She reached one hand into his soft hair and pulled him forward for a deep kiss, her tongue swirling inside his mouth. Henry let out a soft groan and rolled to his side keeping her pressed tight to him. Hands moved over skin, gasps echoed though the night, blood pounded. All either could think about was release.

     Henry grabbed one of Vicki's legs,  pulling it high to rest above his hip.   He moved his lower body back far enough to reach between them with one hand, his long fingers delved between her wet folds, stroking, spreading her moisture, fingers invading her body.   Moving in and out, fast then slow.   As his fingers played with her his mouth was on the hard nipples of her breasts, tongue circling the stiff center, teeth pulling gently on the nub. 

     Vicki couldn't stand it, her body was on fire for him.   She reached down and grabbed the hard cock that had been pushing against her.   She gasped at the size, he was very big, long and hard.   He moved that thick flesh between her hand, showing her how to stroke him.   For long minutes they continued playing, each getting more and more worked up.

     Just as Vicki thought she would die if he didn't put that cock in her, he pushed her to her back.   Hands gripped her kness, pushing them toward her chest.   His face dove between her open thighs, his tongue licking the juice he had called forth.   He pressed his face deeper and Vicki grabbed his hair trying to push him ever farther into her aching flesh.   His tongue swirled around her clit, paying close attention to the sensitive tip. He flicked his tongue over it and around it.   It was heaven.

     While Vicki focused on the feeling between her legs, her hands lost their grip on his hair, falling limply beside her.   In that moment Henry turned so his cock was in front of her face, pressing it against her lips. Vicki's tongue came out to taste him, tracing  the thick length before she opened her mouth and took all of him inside.  She sucked hard, one hand grabbing him and adding additional pressure.  Henry groaned against her thigh, began thrusting in her mouth.  Hips rocking back and forth, going deeper and deeper in her throat.

     Just as she felt him swell he pulled away, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to her hands and knees.   Vicki was stunned at first, never having a man this way before.   Then she felt that hard cock enter her, sliding deep.   He pressed his hand on her neck pressing her toward the ground, and her back arched, pushing him further inside her.   But still not deep enough.

     Henry began to pound at her like a man possessed.   His hands gripped her hips, pulling her body towards his.  He reached around and found one of her hands.   He put it between her legs, fingers on her clit,  leaned over to whisper in her ear,  "Touch yourself Vicki. Touch me. Feel me fucking you."

     And she did.   Her fingers played with her aching clit then would move to feel his hard wet cock sliding in and out.   Every nerve in their body was burning, sweat dripped from their skin, neither could catch their breath.

      Then it happened.   They each climaxed at the same time.   Henry cried out, sliding even deeper and holding her tight.   Vicki spasmed around his hard flesh, her cry lost in the folds of the blanket under her face.

     Both had to take time to recover, neither able to move.   Then Henry withdrew from her and gently turned her over.   She looked to see him smiling at her,  pulled her against him and placed his head next to hers. "Get some sleep Vicki, " he whispered.

     Vicki ran one hand over the whiskers on his face and smiled back, her eyes closing before she could say anything.

     Her last thought before sleep was that his bandage was gone, and she didn't see any kind of wound.

     Bright morning sunlight woke her and she sat up looking for Henry.    "Henry?"   She wrapped the blanket around her looking for him but he was nowhere to be found.   Part heartbroken and part relieved, she washed and dressed.   It was then she found a small piece of paper tucked in the pocket of her dress. It read:

     Dearest Victoria,
          Last night with you was one of the best experiances of my life.   I will never forget you and I can only hope you will never forget me.  Your Michael is a very lucky man to have a woman like you. 
          I will myself be in Fort Lyon for several weeks, you do not have to worry that anyone will ever know about our night together.
          If you wish to see me again while we are both at the Fort just let me know. I would very much enjoy holding you in my arms again.
     Yours Truely,
     Henry F.

     Vicki held the paper to her chest, wondering how she would be able to see him and not want to make love with him.   In the distance she heard the sound of a horse approaching, Mike's blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.

     Vicki felt pain invade her chest.   How could she ever tell him that she couldn't marry him today.   Or maybe ever?   Henry had changed her forever.   She just wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

THE END.