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Chapter 8
2017.09.11. 18:47
Chapter 8
Just as Sid told the sheriff, the people of Iowa were happy he survived and got back just in time when such horrible murder took place.
Many who saw them ride across the main street called the others out to greet the young sheriff coming back from death. Sid luckily quickly stopped the spontaneous celebration pointing out the heavy case that needed immediate investigation and escorted the very shocked up man to the sheriff's office.
"Damn Mr. Jim Sheriff, folks really got to love ya. That's good. I mean it will be harder to make you just vanish again," he chuckled and dropped down behind his desk, fetching a half full bottle. He raised it with a questioning look at Jim if he would want some. "To tell the news the Rev will be here shortly, I think. Just relax, Sheriff."
It was indeed an overwhelming experience and Jim quickly found his mug to hold out for Sid to fill it for a drink. "Well, this was something I never experienced either," he chuckled then clunk his mug to the bottle Sid was holding.
"Trying to relax," he said after taking a big sip from the strong drink. It wasn't easy to keep his worries at bay, but he had a task to do now. From Sid's reports it was clear that poor Maggie was killed with a brutal force, but they didn't know why yet. Did she know too much? Or was she just the victim of some uncontrolled rage that stemmed from something else? There were a lot of questions. Maybe the Rev would be able to shed some light on what they knew already.
Just as he knew that he was awaited by some holy revelation, Reverend Fehn just entered the open Office door and took off his hat, greeting Jim with a big smile. "Nice to see you in one piece, Sheriff Root. I've prayed that you last in our town," he said and closed the door behind him walking to the two men of law.
"I have to talk quick. Was called to the Mayor to report about the murder. What we know so far is that poor Maggie was seen accompanied by Mr. Davis and his men. They favored that girl the most. Madame Stacy thinks Maggie might have got to know something about the shady businesses. But we can't prove that on anyone. The Undertaker examined the body and told me that she was not... servicing the men before her death. And was beaten and choked to death elsewhere and was dumped at the back of the saloon next to the rubbish pile."
Nodding to the Reverend, Jim was listening to what he was saying while sipping on his drink. Then while taking a clean glass out for their guest, he hummed. "Thank you for your prayers, Reverend... So... as far as we know the poor girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time... Probably she didn't get to service the men before the murder took place," he nodded more to himself, stuffing his pipe then lit it up, taking a few puffs from it.
"So no real evidence about with whom she was with... We only have assumptions? No entries in her little note book about her clientele?"
"No," Chris said taking the drink with a grateful look and nod, drowning it almost at one go. "Maggie had her day off. The clients the Madame notes too to keep track. She is really trying to look after those girls closely. She feels furious about this all. I think Sid informed you about Mr. Thomson too…"
"I see and yes, he'd informed me. This leaves me, I think, with going over to the Madame. It's high time for me to meet her anyways," Jim sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"We have to find something to prove that... the Mayor had his hand in this and the coach bombing. This can't go on like this anymore. I won't allow it," he said with n new determination in his voice. "We have to give justice to Maggie and everyone else who was affected by the wrong deeds of these shady men. I'm here with a reason, I believe. And if it takes my life to get to the end of this, I'll gladly sacrifice myself like the previous sheriff if it helps," he said truthfully.
"I'll be looking after it that you'll stay alive, Sheriff. You won't do good for no one dead. And don't forget that you're not alone now..." Sid said with a meaningful look, not wanting to mention the male pair before the church man.
Chris just watched the deputy and only thought he was a strange cryptic man and meaning the town accepted Jim as one of them. Despite the short time he’s been around.
"That's right. We have your back, Sheriff. Those men tried to take you down once. There is a saying here. The more they speak and spread about one's death that's not true, the longer they live. You came back. That's a good sign. Now I have to hurry to Davis. Take care and bless you all!" he added with a nod to them both and was gone in seconds.
***
The next late morning found Jim standing in front of the saloon with his hands on his hips, fingers close to his sheathed gun. He was on foot this time, narrowing his hazel eyes at the building as if he was about to duel with it.
It wasn't the case, of course. He was simply collecting his courage to go in and face all the nice but kinda clingy ladies. He had to investigate Maggie's death after all. Though maybe most of the girls would be asleep at this hour. Not the Madame, though. He had an appointment with Stacy. Okay... not that kind. He left that to Mick.
Mick was the other thing the young Sheriff was worried about. They still haven't heard about him and Jim just hoped that the big guy took a different, more hidden route to come back. Even if it took longer than planned. Jim had to earn his money meanwhile, so with one last sigh he entered the saloon.
The swinging door hitting him in the back, of course, making him rub his ass a bit. "Ouch..." he murmured. Apparently his clumsiness was back now that he had to leave his pair behind.
The big common area was mostly empty, only two old regulars were smoking and cradling their morning drinks in a corner. Head's expression behind the counter was priceless, though.
"Sheriff..." he stuttered with wide eyes. "The rumors are true then... You are alive! Welcome back..." he hurried to plaster a smile onto his face. "What can I get you?"
"Thank you, Head. I'm not here to drink. I have an... appointment with the Madame," he said, maybe even blushing a bit. He deliberately let Head think that it was an appointment sexual in nature. Maybe that would help Jim keep his true orientation in secret for longer. Because he was sure that Head would spread this rumor of him. Oh well...
"Oh I see..." the owner's smile turned into a dirtier smirk. "She's upstairs in her room. The last one at the end of the corridor," he winked. "Have fun, Sheriff..."
"Thanks," Jim tipped his hat at Head, ignoring the slight coloring of his own cheeks then walked upstairs, concentrating not to stumble on the stairs.
He counted eight rooms on either side of the corridor, but all were quiet that late morning. Taking another deep breath, he gently knocked on the black door at the end of the hall and heard a faint "Come in!" right away. Opening the door he did stumble a bit on the threshold, but quickly straightened himself, just to turn beat red once again. But not from the stumbling.
The room looked very nice. There was expensive red wallpaper on the walls, polished dark wooden surfaces, a big black carved bed with fine red sheets that were made perfectly. In general the room's colors were dominated by black and red. Except for the big copper bathtub at the farther right corner of the room. In which a very naked and wet Madame was taking a bath, only the bubbles hiding what was under the water.
"Good... good morning, Madame Stacy... Did... did I come too early?" he asked and for a moment cursed inwardly from the choice of his words.
Of course the deputy shared all the important information with the Madame. Including the one about how the young man’s love life orientated. She figured making such a fake appointment before everyone could keep them both safe on many levels.
"Good morning, Sheriff. You came just in time. I like that about a man. Precision," she added and seeing Jim's face she couldn't hold back a laugh. "Do not worry, dear Sheriff. I know things. And just couldn't leave out a joke like that. You may sit by the small coffee table while I get out and we can talk," she added smiling kind and reassuring as the mentioned table with steaming coffee and a plate with biscuits were behind a folding screen.
"T-thank you, Miss," Jim stuttered grateful and quickly moved to the mentioned table, sitting down a bit stiffly on the otherwise comfortable chair. His eyes were trying to drink in every detail of the room, except for what was happening behind the folding screen.
He still could hear the Madame come out of the tub, drying off and putting on a red silk robe. Then soon he was joined by her at the table. "I see Sid keeps the flow of information open towards you too. Good. He'd told me you are one of the rare people in town who can be trusted... First... first of all, I'm sorry for your loss and want to let you know that I'll do everything in my power to bring down the people responsible for Maggie's death. Could you tell me if you saw anything suspicious? Or did this come out of the blue?" Jim asked, taking out a small note book to scribble down whatever he might find valuable during the investigation.
"Thank you, Jim. Can I call you Jim, Sheriff?" Stacy asked on a light tone but keeping her voice down. The table was at the far end of the room, right beside the window and somewhat safer from eavesdropping.
Pouring coffee for both of them and offering the biscuits, the Madame even leaned closer. "She was a daughter of one of the farmers here. The land was taken by the Mayor after several attacks and her parents died burning inside their house. Her Dad knew the Ioways…" she sighed as a shadow of sadness covered her pretty face for a second. "Mick will be angry when he finds out… If he gets back at all... You see… Maggie was his sister. And so, she got into our secret investigation with time. Poor girl wanted to revenge their parents. Maybe too much," she sighed again. "What we know is that… for some reason the Mayor wants certain parts of the land. They seem to be connecting to a large lane. The last Sheriff died looking into that, and Mick went to the capital for that reason too. Something big is about to happen of what the Mayor has known for over a decade. Maggie probably learned about something that she shouldn't and Davis busted her."
"Of course you can call me, Jim. If I can call you Stacy," he giggled cutely – and not too manly. Then he was listening to her intently, leaning closer to the woman too. He thanked for the coffee and slowly sipped from it time after time, his brows knotting together more and more from what he was hearing.
"Well, these information certainly shed more light on the whole situation and help connecting the dots..." he murmured while writing down this and that into his little note book. "Mick will certainly be angry when he gets back... And I'm sure he will come back, Miss. I... know about the two of you so this must worry you more too. But he's a very good headhunter as I heard, so I'm sure we can expect him to appear from thin air soon."
"I'll look into Maggie's past some more. Maybe I can find some paper works that could prove what you're saying about her family's feud with the Mayor..." he whispered so just the two of them could hear it. "As I understand, Mr. Davis and his men are very thorough in covering their tracks. So we'll have to find an opening. A mistake that they overlooked and could connect them to some crime so we can bring them down once and for all while keeping to the law..." he mused, sounding more like a Sheriff than just a desk officer. Maybe the change of scenery was indeed starting to help Jim look at things more seriously.
"Mick and Maggie were twins. Their much older sister took them in after the fire but her farm was attacked too and her husband was killed. And the Ioway chief rescued all of them. You know Mick's connection to the Ioways. You have strings to the tribe now, as I know. I am sure the Chief now is investigating after what happened as well," she added. "If you come back tomorrow, I'll put the notes and belongings of Maggie together for you. We must be careful, Jim," she said and with a naughty half-smile leaned over and smacked a big lipstick marked kiss to the corner of the frozen man's lips.
"Oh... It makes sense now..." Jim murmured, thinking back of how Chief Shawn was with Mick in his hut. The relaxed behavior between the two. "Thank you, I appreciate," Jim murmured to her, his mind still connecting the dots. "And yes... I have such strings... with their shaman," he admitted with a slight blush on his face which only got deeper once he was kissed like that by the Madame.
"Err... I'll come around tomorrow then. Thank you for your help. I'll make sure to keep you posted..." he stumbled to his feet with a short giggle, totally forgetting to wipe the lipstick off his face as he said his farewells and left the room.
***
"Yes. I saw him with my own eyes, boss. The Sheriff went to the Madame for private time. I'm sorry to bring such news..." Head swallowed as he ended his speech to the Mayor. His boss looked anything but impressed over the return of the clumsy man of law...
"How nice. Those morons keep fucking up my plan. If we weren't at the fucking far end of the country, I swear I would strangle both of them by my own hands," Davis roared, anger shaking his hands as he was thinking for a few minutes.
"You, Brian. I thank you for your loyalty. Keep your eyes and ears more open..... Please. You may go now. I have things to talk over with my guys," Davis gritted his teeth and Head went away murmuring a small prayer that he was still in the favor of their unstable boss...
***
Jim was sitting on his creaky bed, smoking his pipe while the smoke was curling towards one of the open windows. He was thinking about not just the investigation, but about the arrival of his lover that was scheduled for the next day. The young Sheriff was trying to see how his shaman's belongings would fit in the small space of his residence. Maybe if he moved around a few things... But then again, he didn't know how light Corey might travel.
With a giving up sigh he put his pipe out when it burned down and took a sip from the half bottle of whiskey he'd snatched from the deputy's desk top earlier. Then he laid down on his bed and started imagining how it would be to have his pair with him again.
All that freckled white skin, the playful blue eyes and that cute laugh... Well, those memories and thoughts were certainly giving the young man some exciting thoughts and needless to say, soon he found his hand under his loosened pants, stroking himself to ease the tension in his body and mind.
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Meanwhile in the Ioway village the young shaman entered his father's hut and bowed sitting at the fire.
"I knew this day would come. Still it makes my heart heavy. You're my only son, Corey. And my heart will always worry for you, no matter how many winters you lived," Shawn smiled at his son with love and a touch of sadness. Calling the shaman his English name was the acceptance from his side about Corey joining the white man's world and life. Even if for only a while. The Chief knew these occasions will multiple as the pair grows more into one. "You'll always be my red coyote pup," he added with a sigh and offered his pipe to his son.
"I know, father. I won't leave my people behind, as I have my purpose here. A part of me always belonged to that world, like yours also. And now as I found my pair it is more like a connection between our cultures. I have to help him there."
"I know, Corey. I know. You will manage to bring peace with your duality. I see now how the old shaman was right about the importance of teaching you from both sides of your blood," Shawn nodded slowly just as he was recalling the old holy man's prophecy over his unborn son while he was still living with his white wife on a farm. Forgetting his eyes on his son for a minute as he took the pipe, he decided to not waste the young man's time with more nostalgia. Maybe a little… "You still remind me of your mother, Corey. For days I’ve been feeling her close to us again..." he added, not saying more, knowing his son knew we'll what it might mean.
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Up in the Sheriff's apartment muffled moans could be heard as by then Jim was lying naked on top of his bed, one slicked up hand pumping his hard and long cock while thinking about how his shaman felt on it while riding it witch such élan as if his life depended on it.
Damn, it's been only a couple of days and Jim was already missing his pair so much. Not just that tight small body, but Corey himself. He was so complex and cryptic. Like no one Jim has ever met. He was a mystery the young sheriff wanted to solve.
But first pleasuring himself while thinking about that firm and hot body would have to do...
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Of course a shy childish smile and blush appeared on Corey's face from his father's words. It all made him look even younger and the mention of his mother's spirit visiting the Chief made his hand move to hold the older man's forearm.
"I will come back, father. Now tell me please what the hunters found."
The conversation went along about the headhunter and all about what the Chief knew of the shady businesses and ways of Mayor Davis and what Corey should know. Shawn wanted to make sure that all will be the best while coyote lives among the white men.
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Jim could clearly picture that deep blush and the shining curious eyes when he taught something new to him on the soft animal skins. It blew Jim's mind every time just how eager his small shaman was to learn the ways of pleasure and sometimes Jim had to remind himself that all these were new to him. Because before Jim Corey was untouched as a sacred man, waiting for his pair. That knowledge in itself made the present Jim moan a bit louder while bucking up into his firm grip around his leaking shaft.
Closing his hazel eyes he imagined how those soft lips felt around his aching flesh. How eager Corey was sucking on him, taking most of his length. And how proud both of them felt when he managed to deep-throat Jim for the first time, swallowing around him with his tight muscles. To that Jim's long fingers tightened even more and his hand sped up on his pulsing meat. Fuck, he missed his man so much already...
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The Chief really wanted to make sure that his special son would get all the knowledge needed to be safe. As they were talking deep into the night, Shawn even took out many white man clothes for Corey to try on and take.
The Shaman’s beloved horse had to stay behind as well because he was not used to a saddle. But Shawn already got everything ready and under control to have the perfect camuflage for Corey.
It was all necessary. This was the first time (from the many that will follow) when the Shaman will need all these during his visits to the town.
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And that wild side of the small man... That was another thing Jim already loved so much. Sometimes it was as if mating with a wild beast on bloodlust. The young sheriff often wondered how much the shaman could take and if he indeed had some beastly ancestors. Because that deep fire in the nearly glowing blue eyes could burn Jim like a spitfire, leaving him all breathless and spent.
Like on their last night together when Corey rode him hard and fast, their bodies getting full of scratches and bruises and love bites.
The memory of that by then well-known small juicy ass contracting around Jim was enough for the panting man to finally mess up his hand and stomach as he came hard with a long moan, his mind full of his redhead Indian man.
~~~
After everything was done and clear, Corey said goodbye to his father and his guards. Packing the brown mare he rode to the sacred lake to spend the night there under the stars.
Settling down at the cave he couldn't stop thinking about their first time with Jim there. It still melted his heart how the really silly and clumsy man has found himself among them in a couple of days.
His gorgeous pair of a white man. It was funny… Jim really could be more Indian by his looks than Corey.
Corey smiled lying down and stroking over his hair a few times. He was born with a spirit connected to him and will always be a shaman. And was proud of being an Ioway. In a way he was nervous about the travel, but very happy to see his pair again. The spirits kept him waiting for so long, but it was worth it. Looking up at the small rays of light dancing on the cave walls, he slowly dozed off. Thinking about what will Jim say and react when they finally meet again...
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Meanwhile Jim was staring at the cracks on his ceiling all cleaned up and ready to sleep. But he couldn't. His mind was racing too much for that. There were too many things going on. And one thought that moving into the middle of nowhere would be boring... Nah, luck wasn't on the tall man's side in this matter.
He had to find some evidence to be able to pin the murder on the Mayor, avenge the previous Sheriff's death, keep the peace, stay within the rules set by the laws, find out where the heck Mick could be and most importantly, find a way to blend Corey in. Because frankly, it worried Jim a lot how a heavily tattooed, long red-haired very shaman-looking man could blend in...
And whenever he brought up this topic to Sid, the little fucker just laughed and drank more. Like someone who knows much more than he let Jim know. Which was probably true, like usual... Pissing Jim off, of course. But a least he got a change of clothes for Corey. But how will he sneak into town in his Native outfit? What if someone sees him and tries to hurt him? What if they kill his pair without sending for him?
All these worries made him breathe faster and shallower. A clear sign of a starting panic attack. When he realized that, he forced himself to focus on his breathing to calm down.
"Corey is clever. He'll find his way," he murmured to himself over and over again like a mantra until finally he fell asleep.
~~~
The morning found Corey already on the dusty road. He just couldn't wait to see Jim again. From the caves he knew a short path that took him to the middle of the town. Very close to the Sheriff’s office. Actually he could turn onto the main road by the saloon.
Doing just that he pulled the black little hat more into his face. Just to make sure to hide enough as he reached the saloon's back and looked around carefully.
He could see people still mostly asleep or at least not on the street or in the windows. Turning to the main road, he headed to the Sheriff’s office, trying to act and look like any other white man.
Needless to say, the young sheriff didn't get much sleep and was up quite early. There was another thing he had to worry about now, it seemed. Sid told him that there was a message somewhere that he misplaced (or in Jim's opinion simply lost) that said that Jim's bosses will send a supervisor after him.
And he was expected to arrive that morning too. Fabulous.
How was Jim supposed to work with someone panting down on his neck all the while? And how was he going to explain Corey's presence in the Office building? Frowning more and more, Jim carefully spit to the side – for a change spitting himself down only a little bit.
While he was busy wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he noticed the lone rider coming towards where he was standing on the small front porch. Was this man in the dark three-piece suit and matching hat the supervisor? Because he was sitting on a horse and said hat was pulled deep into the man's face, Jim couldn't tell, he only noticed that the guy must be short.
Taking a drag from his pipe he puffed the smoke into the air, humming to himself as he waited for the man to get there.
The lone rider saw the tall long-haired man coming out of the office and he couldn't help but grin from ear-to-ear like a small happy kid. He had to lower his head to hide that exited expression as he got closer. Sid was right. This will be so fun...
Turning the horse to 'park' at the fence and hopping off her back, he adjusted his suit and walked to the very nervous-looking Sheriff. Only looking up at him from close. Pulling off his hat, he smiled at Jim with glowing ocean blue eyes. "Howdy, Sheriff?"
For a moment Jim thought that he was seeing things. The way the man moved... was nearly like... And then BAMM! Jim all of a sudden felt as if someone dropped something onto his head, making it start spinning when the short guy looked up and indeed it was his Corey!
"Corey?! How?!" he asked on a high tone, but made sure to keep his voice down. His man looked absolutely smoking hot in that suit and Jim guessed that the red handkerchief worn around the thick neck was to cover the tattoos there. But the long red hair... that was gone. "Your hair..." he stammered, not really knowing what else to say from the shock.
"I miss it too. Maybe gonna grow it back. How you like my cover story?" Corey asked with a very good Irish accent and winked at his shocked man.
Smirking at the laughing Sid at the back, he turned and walked back to the horse to get his bags. "Can you please show me around, Sheriff? As the supervisor detective I will stay in your residence."
"You damn little shit..." Jim glimpsed at Sid for fooling Jim with the supervisor thing. Though at the same time he felt as if a weight was lifted from his chest.
"Yeah... it'll grow back. It's... it's good like this too just strange a bit as I'm not used to it," the sheriff quickly explained it as the first shock was starting to wear off and he went to give a hand to Corey, taking one of his bags.
"Err... the cover story is actually brilliant, he whispered to his man then straightened up and continued on a normal volume. "Of course, follow me, Mr..."
"Taylor. Corey Taylor. Thank you, Sheriff. Lead the way. I am curious about the resting place. Is the bed comfortable?"
Corey kept chatting and winked at the still giggling Sid. He really wanted to try out the English bed with his pair. And from the wink and nod back he was sure Sid was going to cover some time for them...
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