Chapter 14

It was all in the new life of the Iowan Chief and high shaman... He knew it well. Even less time to hide away or have privacy at all. But as he looked at Jim's confused face, he had to chuckle and lean down to kiss the parted swollen lips.

"Here you go, my beautiful pair," he said as he pulled a long decorated Indian tunic over his man.

"Call over the bear too, Jay. And give us just a few minutes," he told his guard. If the Weasel brought someone from town, Mick should be present also.

He helped his pair get a little less like someone who just mated… Not that there was anything shameful about lovemaking in the tribe. But a white man was involved and even the shaman had to focus his being to change from the after bliss of their shared orgasm to the more serious role of his life.

Frankly, Jim was still quite out of this world as he let Corey dress him and all his focus was on trying to look less confused as his pair was talking to Jay through the animal skin door. The sheriff was thoroughly fucked and looked like that too. It was difficult to come down from that high, but knew that whoever this 'Weasel' guy and their guest was, he had to look presentable and at least look less blissed out. After all, the elders' words about helping and supporting the shaman and new chief were ringing in his ear.

Though in a minute or so all became clearer to him as Sid with Chris in tow entered the hut...

"I knew it! You were raised here too, huh?!" he stared at his deputy with triumph in his a bit more focused hazel eyes. Though he looked cuter than anything else like that.

Sid just looked over with Corey and they both giggled. "Nice to see ya well and alive, Mr. Jim Sheriff. I was, yepp. Weasel is da name. I brought Reverend Fehn to have a meet and talk here, ya know," Sid grinned and bowed to Corey.

The very confused Reverend followed the example and bowed his head to the redhead. Maybe Chris was the man of church but it was no secret before him what they just interrupted.

"Yes… Sorry about the barging in... Sidney told me we can talk safe here... And I wanted to bring the town people’s condolences," he spoke to Corey, but his eyes couldn't leave the man of law of said town sitting there on the "bed" with Indian clothes, feathers and colorful ribbons in his long hair, face painted and forearm tattooed. Well... he deep down expected something as such... But imagination and reality are two very different things...

"Thank you, Reverend. Please sit down with us by the fire. Bear... I mean Mick Thomson will be here soon too," Corey said and tilted his head and smiled at his man for a second, who was still not really there and did not pick up the lines of all moving to the fire.

"Huh?" Jim asked very cleverly once he realized that everyone was looking at him without moving. Glimpsing up at his smiling pair, he nodded as if his words finally reached his senses. "Yeah. Moving," he outright giggled. "Sorry," he giggled some more and tried to cover it up with clearing his throat but he wasn't fooling no one...

He didn't even mind Sid outright laughing from his reaction as he moved with the reverend to the fire while Jim carefully stood up too. Yeah, his ass was tender and his bones and muscles aching nicely from what his shaman beast did to him, but he wore the fresh bite marks and bruises – as well as his healing tattoo – with pride as he sat down close to Corey's usual place, a slight blush playing on his handsome face.

Taking a place at the fire, Chris just frowned too. He knew the sheriff was… a bit odd, to say the least... but the last time after he arrived back, it seemed he went through some improvements.

His line of thoughts was interrupted by the few lines of Indian speaking between Corey and his guard outside.

Then a half-naked (!!!) and painted bodied and faced tall muscular man with many tattoos and similarly braided and feathered hair marched in. It was clear he just got away from the celebration and was slightly illuminated.

"Hello, Sid… Mr. Fehn… What brought you two?" Mick smiled wide at the blinking priest.

"Mick... Errrr... Yeah, hello... I wanted to be here in the name of the town people. And to talk over what we know… The person who shot... Chief Shawn was murdered in prison. Miss Stacy said she thinks he was related to one of the mayor's men. If that's the case, we could try to use that to get ahead of Davis…" Chris said not so sure about it at all… But at least he started the topic.

Jim couldn't help himself and had to grin from the way Mick looked and talked. It was clear he threw himself into the celebration too. Too bad that his and Corey's was cut short, but Jim also knew – now that his head was a bit clearer – that this matter was pressing. And probably later they would have some time to finish what they started with his pair.

Nodding to what Chris was saying, he finally spoke too, a bit more collected. "Yes, that's good thinking, Reverend. I brought the same news about the killer's death to the tribe upon my arrival. But got distracted by... other things..." he trailed off, not knowing how much he could tell to Chris about the tribe things and his initiation.

"Miss Stacy might carefully gather more information for us to get a better lead. And maybe... just maybe somehow she or someone else could try to circle Davis' man to whom the culprit was related to. Feel out how his death might have affected him?" Jim asked a bit unsure at the end, looking around the others to see their reactions.

"Yeah good thinking. Both Davis' men are often guests at the salon. Stacy's girls are smart to get them to talk a bit," Mick nodded and some proud smile played around his lips as he spoke about the Madame.

"Yes, information is good. By the way, as you now represent the town... I have to inform you that my people chose me to lead this village as a Chief and a High Shaman as well. Mick and Sid already belonged here as were raised by my tribe and family. From today Jim too is a honorary member, and my pair," Corey said to Chris and Sid cheered so loud they could hear Jay move around outside.

"Way to go Mr. Jim Sheriff. I knew you would find your place and home," the deputy giggled.

"Yes. Congratulations I guess, or not sure what is the proper term to use. But I am happy about you two… And I hope we can work together to build peace with you too, Chief," Chris replied to Corey with a little bow of his head as accepting and respecting his rank.

"Yes. We believe the union between us can work towards bringing the two worlds closer too. Even if the nature of our bond has not been mentioned before the white men…" Corey mused. "Anyway... Getting back to our investigation… The blue prints of the railway company would not be enough to bring it before your judges against the Mayor. We have to get evidence that he purchased those pieces of lands," Corey spoke and Chris was very surprised about just how well the young Indian knew the white man's law system…

Blushing a bit, Jim let his adorned hair fall into his face a bit from the cheering and congratulations and nodded, but let his mind focus more on what the others were talking about. He even sent a smile to Mick with an appreciating nod. After all, the Madame and her girls were indeed a big help for them from the start. Maybe they will be even more in the future.

"I agree with my pair. Obviously, we don't want any war between the two sides. We both want to make this work. With Corey leading the tribe and I taking the role of connecting us through my position as Sheriff. We can't let Davis' plans fuel the feud between the two sides. It would only distract everyone from what that criminal is doing in the background. How well do you know Mr. Jones, the banker? He might help us with proving those purchases we would need to have something against Davis..." Jim mused, absently sliding a big hand onto Corey's knee as he was sitting close next to him.

The priest’s eyes flew at Jim's moving hand and he himself blushed a bit from the openly shown affection.

"He is a very busy man. But also strict with the law. He would help if we can prove that Davis is up to no good. Not that he doesn't know... But in the eyes of the law it needs to have solid proof."

"I will receive an order against Davis in a couple of days," Mick chimed in with an ear-to-ear smile then cleared his throat. "Not many knows about the true nature of my travels, but the time will come…" he added in a very mysterious native way that left Jim and Chris frown and Sid giggle.

The longer Jim was watching Mick, the deeper that frown became. But he also knew that trying to press for more was futile. Maybe when it was just he and Mick and Corey and maybe Sid, but not with an... "outsider" like the man of fate among them. Who was blushing from even that touch on Corey's knee.

Nodding to Mick as acknowledging that information, the young and more collected sheriff hummed. "I think involving Mr. Jones can be a path we can walk on. I believe I'll soon have to return to Iowa to keep the peace and also let my pair take over the tribe. Unless he needs me here for a couple of more days for that..." he then looked at Corey, wanting to be supportive but also avoid being a nuisance. And frankly, at this moment Jim had no idea where he would be more useful. "Should I wait with my return until you get your... mysterious order?" he then looked at the smug-looking Mick.

From that comment Corey also had to bite his lip to not giggle. But it seemed the Bear was playing along.

"I think so... Yeah... I may go ahead and catch my mysterious post car on the way. To be sure I actually receive what I need. Till then you may help my nephew move into his new roles. I will message when everything is alright," Mick winked at the Sheriff.

"Yeah... Uhm... Okay I talk to Mr. Jones in advance, and Sidney with the Madame. And yes, as I see it also you can stay a few more days till we know more... And Mr. Thomson will... let you know in his own way when that is," Chris said with an even deeper frown and decided inside that it must be some Indian signaling trick or bird message or something that they surely use to get information across distances... Who knows...

"Yes, I can use your presence here for now," Corey smiled at his pair and caressed the big hand still on his knee.

"Right then. I don't want to keep you from... your duties around here. Just would like to say personally that I am happy for you, Jim. For both of you," the Reverend smiled at them and looked at Sid with a nod that they could get going.

The sheriff smiled warmly at his pair feeling his hand being caressed then he looked at the reverend. "Thank you, Chris. It means a lot. I finally feel whole and where I'm supposed to belong. Even if our lives and roles will be divided between the tribe and Iowa. But I know we'll find a way to make it work. Until our next steps I'll stay here and wait for Mick's message. Thank you for coming to talk to us," he bowed a bit with his head and upper body as a sign of respect then looked at Sid.

"You sneaky little..." he started but chuckled, watching Sid with a fond smile and expression. "Thank you for you too. Please, escort the Reverend back and take care of the town while I help Corey and the tribe. I'll be back soon. Come up with some story why I had to stay here. And good luck for both of you with your tasks," he finished, sounding more mature than ever and also very grateful for the men.

"Eyyyy... you sneaky little weasel. That's what ya wanted to say, me knows Mista Jim," Sid laughed and bowed and said some native words to Corey that made the Chief laugh too along with Mick. "Will do my best, Sheriff," he finished with standing up and putting his hat on.

"Wishing the best for everything," Chris said standing up too and really didn’t even bother to feel weird about all that. After all... he was in an Indian village with the sheriff and the headhunter and the deputy and they all were part of the tribe. These modern days are strange... But the man of faith also knew that the people of the two worlds have merged a long time ago. Davis poisoned that... They have to stop him before more innocent blood flows... He had such thoughts as they started to ride back toward the town with the deputy.

***

Munky looked grimmer than his usual self as he was chewing on some tobacco while walking alongside his partner, Fieldy. It was hot that day, more than usual. No clouds on the bright blue sky, but the slightly dusty and sweaty men didn't care as they made their way towards the Mayor's office, leaving their horses behind.

They have been running some errands nearby and just got back in town. They managed to complete some of their tasks, but had no luck with cornering the annoying new Sheriff or the brat of the late Chief.

They both knew that Mister Bossman wasn't going to be pleased with them, but frankly... they cared less than before Ray's death. Which was a blow under their belt.

The moment they stepped into the well-known office of the Mayor, they knew that he himself was in an irritated and kinda tense state. This time it was Fieldy's turn to report.

"What took you dogs so long again?" the Mayor barked at them. He was pissed very much at everything, and that showed also in the way he was lisping even more. "What's with him?" he pointed his cigar to Munky.

"S-sorry boss… We hurried back as fast as we could," Fieldy said already frightened. The poor dusty hat was getting more and more crumpled as he was kneading it between his hands like a cat who wanted to relieve some stress somehow. "He is just sad about his brother, sir. And we… we couldn't find the Sheriff or the young Indian either. We think they are back in the tribe's territory... That would be logical as the Indians also have a funeral ceremony or something…" he tried to speak slow and clear and kind.

No use though as Davis let out a growl-spiced huff and his hand fisted, breaking the poor cigar in half. "Logical, you say? In a meaning of... I should have thought of that also and not just send you two to be useful once in your life?? What about the Headhunter? And your brother is better off now, he got caught. Wasn't really useful to me anyway…" he shrugged clearly not giving a damn about Ray or anything else beside his own self.

Munky on the other hand gave much thought to all his useless life in the past days. And he seemed to have reached some enlightenment regarding his existence… Right then in that moment he just stared at their boss, hands fisted in anger and it only took Fieldy's slight nudge and stepping half-way before him to keep him from opening his mouth, or reach for his revolver.

"No boss, of course we not meant it that way... Thomson was raised by the late Chief, he went back to the village with the Indian… The full moon has passed… The Sheriff should come back now soon. We will keep our eyes open, boss. And bring the news to you on all what's happening…" Fieldy said fast before anything could happen.

"I suppose I have to bear with you two... Now vanish... I have an appointment at the salon. Be there at the bar," the mayor spit at them and waved with his hand to leave him alone.

***

"Come on Craig, we have been friends since we were born. I didn't ask to break the law... Thomson will bring an order from the higher office," Reverend Chris said to the banker in a hushed voice in the priest’s house meanwhile.

It was true that the two men have grown up as friends in the little town. The ever busy Jones still made time to visit Chris for a tea at least weekly.

"I know, Chris. And I am fully on your side in this. As you said, we are friends and saw how this town was before. You know…" Craig rather sipped on his tea than to speak out the name and be confronted for it. Davis' had spies all over the town. "If the papers are in order, you all have an ally in me. Now I have to go... Time is money…" he smiled as he put the cup down and stood up.

"Thank you, Craig, we have waited long already. It won't take much now, I think. Be careful, my friend," Chris stood too and said farewell with a hug and a pat on the back for the other man.

***

The moans slowly subsided in the Madame's room and she laid on her side to catch her breath as she was watching the Mayor sit onto the edge of her red satin bed to get dressed.

Because of her years in her profession, she could always tell the mood a man was in and from the tension in the Mayor's shoulders – and the rougher than usual way he fucked her – she knew that something was bothering him. Or at least something has pissed him off.

She saw the opportunity in this, of course, and crawling naked behind him, she slid her petite hands onto the man's shoulders to lightly start kneading them. "You are so tense, Jon. Why don't you stay a little while longer? I miss the talks we used to have. You always went home in a better mood back then..." she said on a sweet and gentle voice, her fingers starting to work out the kinks in his shoulders.

When her lips pressed a soft kiss to the crook of his neck, the Mayor closed his eyes and sighed quietly, pausing for a moment.

"It would be nice, but I don't have time for this..." he finally said.

"Why not? You are the Mayor. This town is yours," she purred sliding a hand across the hairy chest, acting as if she was impressed by that still. Like in the past when she was younger and more naive about men and their position. Of course now she saw through much more things, but Stacy had to use her every tactic to gather some information from Mr. Davis.

"With great power comes great responsibility..." he murmured a bit pensive, but grabbed the Madame's wrist to stop her hand from going lower on his chest.

"That's true. But sometimes those responsibilities can wait a bit. I can tell that there's something bothering you. Talk to me. You know I'm a good listener...." she whispered into his ear, caressing his back. "Or you don't trust me anymore?"

After a few moments to that the Mayor began chuckling dryly and his grip on her wrist tightened before he pushed it away and got up from the bed to put his expensive silk underwear on.

"Are you kidding me? I'd never fully trust a whore. Especially if she fancies one of my enemies," he looked down at her.

"I don't..."

"Oh don't come with that bullshit!" he leaned in, a hand fisting in her curly hair to tug on it a bit, forcing her head to tilt up a little. "I can see how you look at that bounty hunter Thomson! I've heard how you hurried to console him at the funeral. I know how you love it when he's fucking your cunt, Madame..." he hissed the last word then took a deep breath and let her hair go, huffing to himself while starting to drag his pants up.

Violence from men wasn't anything new to Stacy, but because of her Madame status she barely had to endure that. Even from the Mayor. Now as she got up to put on her silk robe, she saw that he was different and his anger barely controlled. But his words also struck a chord in her and her own fiery anger began to boil under the surface. But she knew she had to be clever.

"He is a well-paying client like others. Nothing more. I..." she started as she faced the now nearly fully dressed Mayor. Then a loud slap could be heard and pain flared up on her chin and mouth.

"Don't you dare to lie to me in the eye, you fucking cunt! This isn't the day I would tolerate that! Next time I won't stop!" he spit and reached into his suit's inner breast pocket to toss some bills at the Madame, who was standing there with her hand pressed against her lip, blood slowly seeping from between her fingers.

And with that he spit on the floor by her feet and banged the door shut behind him, leaving a slightly shaking and bleeding Madam behind.

***

Knowing nothing about all that, Munky and Fieldy were sitting at a table down in the bar, just as they were ordered.

The grieving man just couldn't sit at their usual place by the counter and face Brian and his smug banter... And Fieldy didn't blame him for that.

"I don't know man… It feels like the last straw... I don't know how long I can... bear all this," Munky whispered drowning his bourbon.

"We don't have much of a choice... He would find us anywhere. And I don't think the friendly Ioways would help us to hide…" Fieldy whispered back with a grimace.

Of course they knew well that the Indians were friendly. Everyone knew. They just didn't dare to talk about it. Still the two gangsters could see and pick up the lines of how the two races have lived peaceful between each other before they arrived with the devil himself, the Mayor…

Reverend Fehn just passed the gloomy men, who greeted the priest with a nod. Maybe he will have a chance to move their plan along...

But before he could speak to them, he heard Brian's voice from behind him. "Reverend Fehn! You are a rare visitor around here. What can I get you?" he asked all smiling and totally looking down the two gangsters by the next table.

"Nothing, really, thank you. I have to meet with someone here. One of the girls asked for advice," the priest smiled back politely and relived that Brian let the topic go and left him.
"I am sorry about your loss, boys. If you need to get some things off your chest... or are looking for a safe place and… an alliance... please come visit me at the church in the morning around eight," Chris said that on a hushed tone without looking at the two men. And he hoped he was... clear and mysterious enough for them to take the hint…

Munky looked deeply at his colleague and nodded as he saw the similar thoughts flaming in his eyes.

Just then, the even more frustrated Mayor marched down the stairs after loudly banging the door of the Madame’s room shut. He only gave his men an annoyed stare and the two jumped up like scared puppies and ran after their boss.

Maybe it will be harder than he thought after all, Chris thought with a sigh.

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