A knight of my own....

Just a short story I felt like writing for fun. I wont write the rest unless thereis any interest at all in my charcters. If not i will just erase it and continue with my other story.
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God it was smoldering outside....Like hell but with more whores and drinking. Boot heel. U S of A.
"What a hell hole."
If it had been her idea she wouldn’t have touched this flea bitten place for a hundred pesos, but it was her own fault....Leaning against the beam holding the veranda of the bar up, the younger Pawnee girl coughed violently, rasping in an ungodly manner at the dust invading her lungs. She had been walking along minding her own business up near the greasy grass creek when bam...She cringed. She was caught, in a crude trap… She should never have stepped in that rabbit trap...The worst part wasn’t getting caught it was laying there for three hours WAITING to be caught...
Her name was Purple Rings, a name of little meaning to her people since she was an outcast mostly due to no horses and little possession. Her skin was a dark hue of amber, and her body was lean for the most part under her tattered calico shirt and fringed rawhide skirt. She wore dark moccasins painted with the stars, though barely visible under the years of grim. She wore her hair up over her head in a ponytail, a smooth white streak of paint was spread from the middle of her hairline up to the beginning of the pony tail and around her left eye were two purple rings of paint with a long line leading over her high check bones. Dark eyes pierced through any who came to close to her spot, where the drunken men who had captured her had left her to rot while they got drunk inside the cheep saloon....Most were frightened away and for hours...Even with her shirt torn down the sleeve and her arms pinned above her to the beam leaving her bound down breasts open for any to manhandle, she had managed. Until him...
He rode in on a older horse mangled with scars and heavy with muscle, she didn’t get a good look at him at first though even under his tailored black jacket and dark silver banded hat it was obvious he gave off the skeletal appearance of the undead. Peering closer and closer, she leaned forward though her forearms burned and rib cage ached...All at once he looked up, in the middle of lighting his cigarette. He was pale....disturbingly pale and his hair was a fair color of blonde, caked even with dust as it was he had sunken blue eyes and thin lips even his cheek bones pointed out from under his skin...Still she glared at him as he approached her, trying to steady her breathing though she was sure the copper taste was blood gargling up from her throat.
"Here...."
He smiled then a twisted smile that wasn’t human, something was wrong with it though his teeth were fairly white and his lips cracked, it was inhuman. She was too distracted by his strange smirk to notice he was kneeling down to her withdrawing something from his dark vest pocket. A flask gleaming a dull silver, he brought it up to her lips so suddenly she couldn’t resist...Swallowing rapidly, as the clear liquid hit her throat she didn’t notice the thin smile had returned till the flask was empty.
"Thanks..."She muttered pulling away letting the last gush hit her cheek....
He placed it back in his pocket then and walked into the saloon then, leaving her to question how smart a move that was to let him that close...
'oh well it wont matter.'
~~~~~~~Saloon~~~~~~~
Jericho moved into the saloon smoothly, almost as if on a high or something of that nature, strangely some of the prostitutes shrunk from him, muttering words to the others who gasped and moved to others areas from him. Two men sat at the end of the bar dressed in rugged frontiersman clothes and adding to small towers of empty glasses in front of them, foxed I think was the word for it. Jericho moved slowly up to them, ordering a drink for himself, of rotgut whiskey harsh bitter stuff that left you stinging in the morning.
"Good evening..."
He said coolly to the heavy man in the Indian jacket and beaver hat to the left of him, who muttered a gargled 'howdy’ in return eyeing the man with the same strange curiosity purple rings had.
"Is that your Indian outside?"
The beaver hat wearing’s companion replied, with a snap mostly and chocked deep belly burp as well. He was tall and thin with a nose like a hawk and one bad eye gone blind.
"Whets it to you, youngling"
Both men were well into their forties where as Jericho noted he was a mere age of 35. The barest wrinkles appearing in the corner of his eyes.
"I will buy her from you."
The heftier man started to laugh, spitting whiskey over his heavy gut. His friend also snickered, in a low almost hiss sound that matched the rattler skin wrapped around his top hat.
"No can do, Were selling her to the Mexicans already got up a sweet deal for a looker like her..."
Jericho sipped his drink lightly, though inside he was burning...he never did take rejection well. And he already had plans, he wasn’t about to let two bumbling idiots get in the way. They were stumbling to their feet then, dragging on their heavy coats and leaving a small grimy wad of cash for the bar tender....He contemplated shooting them now, but the crowds and whores screaming...no he could wait, they could wait.
"Last chance..."
He said smoothly, placing the drink in front of him, turning his gaze to their drunken stumbling. This last request had them hooting and hollering with laughter, drunken laughter for that matter....His seconded shot glass shattered in his hand then, leaving small cuts and glass fragments everywhere....He had squeezed to hard...
"My my that wont do...."
He squeezed his palm then, popping bits of glass on to the bar counter. Turning he muttered something and headed outside after them.. The taller one with the top hat was yanking the girl to her feet and dragging her over to the thin winter pony next to their two.
"Stop fussing get on!"
He shoved her on to the horse so she rested on the saddle on her stomach, muttering a few low curses he turned her upright and tied her around her waist, then secured her to the saddle by its horn. The heavy man had mounted his horse and took her reins then, dragging her horse after his towards the end of the town. Followed by the large nosed man, close behind purple rings horse.
Turning she cast one more look in Jericho’s direction...she had heard the conversation, the glass break...and she needed to know if he was gone...
Bright brown eyes met cold blue one...She shuddered turning quickly, cursing herself for looking back....
'never should have looked back.'
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Several hours of riding later and they had finally made camp, her crotch ached and if she heard one more story about a prostitute named fanny she was going to slit her wrists....
It was a dark night, and her captors were out cold as soon as they had their blankets on the ground...
"pigs..."
She muttered to herself, through a yawn...God she was tired too....Closing her eyes she meant to rest them for maybe a few minutes, but the urge to sleep over came her strong resolve for minutes turned in to hours....
A sharp rustling sound awoke her then, blinking a few times she waited for her vision to clear and adjust to the darkness....Her heart bounded in her ears as the scene came into focus...Her captors were sprawled out of there sleeping bands, eyes wide mouths gaping at the unforeseen horrors....Two shots though each of their heads and their throats had been slit wide open...
She started to panic then, bringing her boot up to her mouth she was about to retrieve her small concealed knife and cut herself free what she should have done 3 hours ago. Bringing the top of her boot up to her lips she was about to bit on the knife handle when...
"Now now...You don’t miss them do you..?"
His voice made her shudder, dropping her leg down on the ground with a thump, She saw him there clear as day beside her dressed totally in black...the man from before...the only color was the blood on his sleeves...She was to shocked to speak merely gapped at him, even as he took the knife from her boot and cut her free from her bindings....She bolted forward then, rushing from him only to have him grab her forearms from behind and pull her back.
"You have a funny way of showing gratitude...I came here for you..."
He hissed in her ear, though her gaze was so intent on the bugs and beetles crawling over the corpses she hardly noticed....He was pulling her now by the hands to his horse that lay grazing nearby...She fought him desperately but he only responded forcing himself down on her then, kissing and biting viciously at the flesh of her throat his hands searching blinding over her shirt for the buttons....
"Stop it.!“
She bit down on his ear then hard, as hard as she could even drawing blood. though his only response was a deep groan before thrusting her up on the horse in front of him crawling up behind.
"I’m doing you a favor I figured you wouldn’t want to make love here....though..." He leaned in closer her ear nipping at it lightly.
"I can tell you want to thank me, your knight in shining armor..."
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Whelp that’s it and then if I actually get reviews wanting to know what happens to Purple rings I will add the second chapter of violence ^^?