Cowboys and Indians
"when i bought that, i was told the man who wore it was shot for disobeying orders... orders he thought was unfair, " came the cracked voice of the old indian behind him, "i heard tell he refused to allow a small tribe to be run off their land.
Indian Summer
I know a lot of people consider themselves to be natives of this country, and I for one will never argue against it. It doesn't matter in the long run. Knowing where you came from is great, but knowing where you're going is a far...
cowboys and indians
"oh my hero you've saved me and fought off the bad indian's that wanted to kill me thank you" she got up as i was up already but then that's when there one long powerful rrrrrrriiiiiipppppppp!
Indian Ink
indian ink by nikora angeli --this is an adult fiction created for those of a perverse mind...who are hopefully over the age of 18. or whatever the legal porn age is in your country. either way, if you're not, don't tell me.
Guns of Legend: Chapter Four
Chapter Four Adlis and Za could only watch in defeat as Kulgan took his seat in the town's watchtower, locking the only hatch tightly behind him. No child had been stolen as of yet, and according to the villagers it only happened every other week or...
Guns of Legend: Chapter One
This is the first chapter of a story I'm experimenting with. It's a fantasy story set in a cowboy western type of world. It's currently untitled, but I'd like to know what you think of it, if you don't mind.Chapter One The sharp crack of Kulgan's...
Wind In Your Mane
Spirit gritted his teeth at the intense tightness of the young indian brave's ass and sank deeper.
Red man, White Gryphon
Nobody dares with indian anymore, too un-pc," he continued. indian? pc? kyra didn't understand any of it, but then the native had just began to explain.
X. Draw me close to you
The old indian sat down at the short end of the table, so she was closer to me, but could still look me in the eyes.
IX. The game is up
Shyly, i hid my face from the old indian, burying it in natasha's fur instead. "did i do something wrong?" i shook my head, still refusing to make eye contact. trisha walked over to me and pet my shoulder.
VIII. Practice makes perfect
The old indian looked at me as if she was upset for a moment, but i soon understood that she was pretending. it did make me wonder if she was letting me win, though.
XIII. Call and response
_As told by Milo_ The theatre event had been tiring, to say the least. I spent the entire evening waiting for my turn, since some moron had decided it would be a good idea to end the event with my play. Who ends a night like this with a tragedy?...