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The three men and a woman found the camp without any
“Whoa there, Shorty, you be a sight for these here eyes thought you were dead n’ buried in Kansas,” Mac’s greeted the group riding in.
“Well, Mac, you thought wrong. Jim sent us ahead and sent you a new girl. He’ll be here in the morn.” Shorty said.
“Put her with the others, by the wagon. You men hungry?” Mac
“We sure are!” Jess spoke up.
“Well, come on down we got plenty if you’re a bean eater.”
They deposited her in the wagon with six other women. With large frightened eyes she watched and listened as the women talked around her.
“You hungry?” The red-head, which seems more self-assured then the rest asked her. Emily only nodded in answer.
“Clem, bring a large plate over here, this one looks half dead from
hunger." The red-head ordered.
Emily learned the red-head was named Red and the other girl next to her
was named Pearl. The group had been forcibly taken from Vista. A small of town
three days north of here.
Pearl told her, “Mac, and his cohorts came in the night and rounded up every girl in the place. Then right in front of us shot Evans, the house owner. Shot him clear though the heart, and told us if they gave him or his men any trouble, there would be one less girl making the trip. No, one dared to defy him
Since, they were already in the business, each one knew what this trip
meant for them. However, Texas brothels and Mexican brothels were a world apart.
Each one of them, had plans to see that their stay in Mexico was shorter than
these culprits planned. Which left inexperienced, Emily without any knowledge of
how one gets help to escape now or in the future.
As the women talked, Emily listened and realized just how innocent she was about the nature of people this ruthless to woman-kind these man were.
When Clem handed her the plate of beans knowing she would need strength, not one bean remained when she finished. With a stomach now full she felt braver and started looking around. Mac had only two others with him and the three that traveled with her made six men. What she couldn't’t figure out was why the small group of Indians gathered left of the second wagon were doing there.
Apparently, if the girls stayed near they could move about, Emily decided to take advantage of the freedom. She knew to try to make a break now would be foolish with six men plus the Indians watching them all.
The man they called Mac, not only looked vile he had a feral stench about him. She wasn't there half an hour when Emily heard a commotion and watched as Mac punched down one of his own man. Emily did not know the reason why for they were too far away to hear what they said, but whatever it was Mac must not have liked it, and he expressed his views with his fists.
“Stay away from that one, he likes to hurt people,” Emily looked up hearing Red’s warning.
“It’s rumored he cut a girl real bad once, when she refused to do what
he wanted her to do.’’ The girl one in the blue dress who hadn't said anything
before to Emily added to the warning.
Red joined in saying, “Yeah, real shame too, the woman was a miner's wife who got himself shot, and she had two youngsters to feed. Ain’t no other way for a woman to make money in a camp except whoring. She just had been at it two days when that jackal came along. She didn’t know but one way to pleasure a man, and the way she knew didn’t suit him a’tal. So, he carved her up something awful. He don’t used his knife no more since he discovered his whip—just as mean though.”
This was just too much information for her. Emily wasn’t even sure if she knew that was all involved in the one way they talked about, no less learned there were other ways too. She did not want to die, but knew she’d never make six months living that kind of life.
Mac had brought out the whiskey and Jim’s men had taken their share and then some. As darkness closed in on the small group Jessie, Tex, and the other men went in search of a soft place to sleep the alcohol off.
Mac yelled, “All right, ladies front and center. This is gonna be your lucky night....
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