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I would have made it if my buckboard hadn\u2019t crapped out in that swollen stream. A wheel broke and the hitch busted. My horse just kept going, freed from her burden as I began to head downstream.<\/p>\n

I lost my satchel – all my ill-gotten gains – before I went into the water. I tried to swim after it, only to feel a lasso wrap around my waist. I was dragged back to shore by Hiram, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. My dress was pretty much ruined.<\/p>\n

Mitch was there waiting for me on the bank on his paint, a pained expression in his eyes. Meanwhile I saw Jock riding downriver to chase after my satchel. I knew if he caught up to it I would be a goner, although I pretty much suspected I was doomed anyway.<\/p>\n

I stood there panting for breath, giving Hiram my thanks for dragging me back to shore. \u201cI should have let you drown\u201d was his angry reply. I looked at Mitch, but all he could do was look at me and ask, \u201cWhy, Dottie?\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time I felt it prick my conscience. But I brushed it aside as I stood proudly and defiantly. \u201cBecause\u201d was my one word answer.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t satisfy him in the least. I probably should have killed him when I had the chance. But sometimes a girl\u2019s emotions get the better of her.<\/p>\n

Jock returned with the satchel. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he\u2019d already had a look inside. Hiram looked at Mitch, but he shook his head. \u201cI guess you\u2019re riding with me,\u201d Hiram told me, although I think he would have preferred letting me drown in the river.<\/p>\n

I knew I was in trouble when we went back to Edward\u2019s shack. He was the first miner I had killed, the first one who\u2019s gold and other valuable possessions I\u2019d taken for myself. They tied me to a wall in the corner as Hiram went out to fetch all the others. I knew I was in for it.<\/p>\n

Mitch never said a word. I could tell I\u2019d hurt him deeply. It was damned annoying, and I tried not to let it bother me.<\/p>\n

Hiram came back with half a dozen miners. I\u2019d stolen from a couple of them, killed three more while acquiring their gold. They all wanted revenge.<\/p>\n

I turned to Mitch for any sign of compassion, but there was none. So that was how it was going to be, eh? Then he went outside while the others had their way with me.<\/p>\n

There was no point trying to fight it. I was probably going to die in the morning anyway. The least I could do was get a good fuck out of the deal.<\/p>\n

Some of them came back for seconds and thirds. A couple used my ass. At least I got a few orgasms out of the deal. But Mitch never came in to have his turn. I kind of regretted that.<\/p>\n

When they were done with me I was allowed to put on my bra and panties. They refused to return my dress. They said I wouldn\u2019t need it where I was going.<\/p>\n

The next morning they saddled Edward\u2019s horse. I suppose it was fitting. They tied my arms behind my back and then put me on it. Then the bastards rode me out to the old lodge which had burned down years ago. The only thing left standing was the signpost as you approached.<\/p>\n

Someone must have gotten there ahead of us because I saw a noose dangling from there as we approached. My breath caught in my throat as my nipples hardened. So I was to be their gallows girl, eh?<\/p>\n

Hiram rode me right up to it where he quietly looped the coil around my neck as the others formed a circle. I stiffened as I gasped with fear. My cool, defiant demeanor was starting to crack.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny last words?\u201d Hiram asked. His eyes blazed with anger. There would be no mercy there.<\/p>\n

I looked over at Mitch, perhaps hoping he might grant me some compassion. He just looked right through me as though he wasn\u2019t seeing me. Perhaps he\u2019d already executed me in his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re expecting me to beg for mercy, boys, you\u2019re wasting your time.\u201d It was my last defiant act.<\/p>\n

\u201cHang her!\u201d Jock declared. I saw the men around him nodding in agreement. I looked at Mitch, but he still looked as though he was seeing right through me.<\/p>\n

There was a sadness in his expression. Perhaps we shouldn\u2019t have made love at his cabin last night, nor should I have tried to steal from him. Like I say, I probably should have killed him when I had the chance.<\/p>\n

Hiram came up and grabbed the bridle to Edward\u2019s horse. \u201cYou guys are going to miss me!\u201d I gasped anxiously. Hell, I could still feel a little cum up my cunt and ass.<\/p>\n

I cried out as he started to walk the horse out from under me. I tried to hang on with my legs, but that was a futile gesture. My heart started pounding in my chest as I lost the back of the horse. Then I was hanging.<\/p>\n

I had no idea it could hurt so much. Instinctively I kicked my legs in an effort to find something solid beneath me. I twisted and hitched, my breasts bouncing as I fought that damned rope.<\/p>\n

It hurt like hell, and I tried to beg them with my eyes to save me. All defiance was gone. I just wanted to live.<\/p>\n

My head felt like it had started to swell as I got a look at Mitch. He was still looking right through me. But I thought I saw a tear in his eye. If I hadn\u2019t been a thief and a murderer, maybe I might have fallen in love with him the same way he\u2019d apparently fallen in love with me.<\/p>\n

It hurt like hell; I could barely draw a decent breath. The more I fought the noose, the tighter it became. It got to where I couldn\u2019t breathe at all. That\u2019s when I really panicked.<\/p>\n

My legs flew every which way as I kicked my life away. The bastards all watched my show with what looked like a great deal of appreciation. It felt like my insides were dying; it hurt even worse.<\/p>\n

I reached the point where I exhausted myself. I hung there limp, gently swaying back and forth on that post. I was dimly aware of my bladder giving way. It was the final humiliation as I soaked my panties.<\/p>\n

The miners rode away one by one as my life faded away. Mitch and Hiram hung around a few seconds longer. \u201cDamned shame; she was a good fuck too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut the hell up, Hiram.\u201d Then they solemnly rode away, leaving me hanging there for the buzzards to find\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2017 (written Mar 8 \u201917 by riwa)<\/p>\n

(Inspired by the maniped picture found in a DFN album)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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