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  HALF BREED HAVEN #11

  SPECIAL EDITION VERSION OF

  THE TOWN OF NO RETURN

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART 2 OF 3)

  A HALF BREED HAVEN ADULT WESTERN

  By

  A.M. VAN DORN

  Copyright © 2018

  Cedar Ledge Publishing

  All Rights Reserved

  SPECIAL NOTE TO THE READERS

  HALF BREED HAVEN IS THE COMPANION SERIES TO THE WILDES OF THE WEST SERIES. THE DIFFERENCE BEING THE WOTW SERIES IS TOLD FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A YOUNG WRITER ALLIE WHO BEFRIENDS AN AGED CATALINA WILDE IN 1913 AS SHE LEARNS ABOUT THE WILDES MANY ADVENTURES FROM OLD CATTIE.

  FOR THOSE READERS WHO PREFER THE WILDE SISTERS ESCAPADES EXCLUSIVELY WITHOUT THE 1913 INTERLUDES THIS SPECIAL EDITION IS EDITED TO FOCUS SOLELY ON THE 1870’S ADVENTURES OF THE SISTERS. FANS OF ALLIE, HER NEW LOVE LAWYER CONNOR KINCAID AND OLD CATTIE CAN STILL ENJOY FOLLOWING THEIR STORY IN THE FULL UNEDITED VERSION OF THIS STORY IN THE WILDES OF THE WEST #3.

  BOOKS AVAILABLE IN THE WILDES OF THE WEST SERIES

  THE WILDES OF THE WEST #1: THE DAUGHTERS OF HALF BREED HAVEN

  THE WILDES OF THE WEST #2: THE REAPER OF THE RIO SANGRE

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART A)

  THE WILDES OF THE WEST #3: THE TOWN OF NO RETURN

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART 2)

  HALF BREED HAVEN #1: WILDE-FIRE

  HALF BREED HAVEN #2: IN DANGER’S SHADOW

  HALF BREED HAVEN #3: DARK RIVALS

  HALF BREED HAVEN #4: SILVER, GOLD, & DECEPTION

  HALF BREED HAVEN #5: THE FORBIDDEN RANCH

  HALF BREED HAVEN #6: SING THE DEATH SONG

  HALF BREED HAVEN #7: DISASTER AT DEVIL’S CANYON

  HALF BREED HAVEN #8: RENEGADES AND REVENGE

  HALF BREED HAVEN #9: INTO THE LAIR OF LOS REY LOBO

  HALF BREED HAVEN #10: SPECIAL EDTION OF THE REAPER OF THE RIO SANGRE

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART 1

  HALF BREED HAVEN #11: SPECIAL EDTION OF THE TOWN OF NO RETURN

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART 2)

  AND COMING SOON

  THE WILDES OF THE WEST #4: THE BOOT HILL EXPRESS

  (THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY PART 3)

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Thank you for joining the Wilde family on one of their adventures. Just a quick note regarding what you are about to read.

  Please be advised the Wilde siblings are all grownups, and therefore they engage in very adult escapades and situations that include their romantic encounters as well as the sudden violence that can occur in their continued fight against assorted bad guys of the Old West.

  So, in short, these stories are recommended for mature readers of 18+ years of age.

  With that said it’s time to saddle up and dive into the world of Half Breed Haven!

  A.M. VAN DORN

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  THE TOWN OF NO RETURN SPECIAL EDITION

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  PROLOGUE

  DRY RIVER BED, TEN MILES

  OUTSIDE OF CÓRDOBA

  CANEBRARO Valley, Mexico

  Early Summer 1873

  Unleashing a mighty swing with her impromptu weapon, Honor Elizabeth struck home smashing into the brutish woman's hand. A cry of rage and pain erupted from deep within the woman as the gun she had liberated from Honor's holster flew from her fingers. Instantly, it was swallowed up in the darkness all around the dry, hard-packed river bed that Honor and Katie Dodge had elected as their campsite as they made their way deeper into Mexico.

  Disarming the woman hardly called for self-congratulation, because her enemy still wielded Honor's own knife that she had appropriated from her along with the now-vanished gun. A half of decade of employing various blades had been an education on just how deadly such weapons could be. She had no intention of being on the receiving end of the knife she had used only the night before to cleave in two the heart of one of the banditos out to capture and sell Honor and her companion into the sexual slavery somewhere in South America.

  With a quick lunge, she managed to seize the big woman’s wrist that brandished the Bowie knife. Honor’s teeth ground together, and she began to feel sweat dripping from beneath her shoulder-length curly locks. Through her fingers she had curled around the woman’s wrist, she channeled all her might hoping the next sound she heard would be the knife falling free from the woman’s grip and clattering to the river bed.

  The bulky woman easily outweighed her and had no intention of ceding the knife without a fight. Honor’s jaw erupted in fire as her foe let loose with a savage backhand. Stars momentarily danced before her eyes as she wondered if it would be diamond cut diamond with her losing a tooth like the one she’d knocked clean out the woman’s mouth when the pair had tangled earlier in the day amidst the dusty streets of Córdoba.

  Her mind barely had time to worry about her teeth as she found herself falling backward by the sheer force of the slap the woman had delivered across her face. In a repeat of a few minutes earlier when the woman had launched her surprise ambush out of the blackness of the night, Honor Elizabeth thudded to the ground once more. Her head mercifully had just missed striking either a rock that once resided below the long-vanished water of the creek on one side and on the other skillets Katie had just used for preparing a meal. Her head had managed to land directly between the two obstructions, but the blow it had taken hadn't been a love tap by any stretch of the imagination.

  Still trying to pull her wits back together, Honor‘s eyes flickered upward and widened. The woman worked to reposition the knife placing both hands around the hilt. She knew what would come next—the woman raising it above her head and bringing the sharpened blade down into her chest in a killing blow.

  As she watched the woman raising her hands upward in the space of a heartbeat, Honor Elizabeth thought back in astonishment on how she had gone from sitting in quiet meditation under a starry night sky to this! Only minutes earlier, her thoughts had been filled with a man who had once
played so prominently in her life. The same man for whom she had come to Mexico on his behalf and seemingly was about to give her life for in her quest to aid him. Honor’s recollections had, as they often did, traveled back to one of their many torrid encounters, to a picnic.

  Quillan's stagecoach runs for the day had been completed, and they had packed a dinner and gone out to a riverbank outside of Godspell to watch the sunset. Following their meal, things had quickly turned passionate. The memory was so vivid as she had sat peacefully under the endless black canopy above; it had felt as if it had just happened.

  ***

  The pair each put down their tin cups of corn whiskey, and Quillan hitched closer to Honor on the patchwork quilt his younger sister Katie had sewed together many years ago. His strong arms encircled her as he moved to lay her across the picnic blanket. She delighted in the sight of Quillan's black skin glowing in the last streaming rays of the sun as she had trailed her fingers over his features as if she could feel the handsomeness they possessed before slipping her hand around to hold the back of his neck, loving the feel of his sweaty skin. With a gentle pressure against that neck, she urged him to draw near.

  “Oh, Honor Elizabeth,” he moaned before he rolled atop of her and planted a kiss on her lips.

  She welcomed the passion she was feeling for him that gripped her hourglass-shaped curvaceous body that all four of the Wilde sisters had been gifted with as they transitioned from little girls to teens. This passion she felt for him was as familiar as it was raw and irresistible, and it had felt as if he was breathing fire down her throat the moment their lips touched. Honor, unable to resist touching him everywhere, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him towards her. She let her fingers yank at his shirt until the garment was nowhere close to his muscular body. Then she tugged at his belt, slowly, tenderly, until he was free of it. In no time at all she had liberated the remainder of his clothes leaving him nude and growing rock hard with each passing second.

  “Honor.” He moaned again.

  Honor desired him, she had felt it at that instant; she wanted every piece of him, and she knew he felt the same way. So many times, before in the moments before they had made love she had seen the same glimmer that now sparkled in his eyes. When he was done kissing her, the man groaned, and that was when she felt his fingers reaching for her corset.

  She wanted to tell him to be quick with it and to yell above the whisper of the winds sweeping along the riverbank that she longed for his lips on her skin, his teeth gently scratching at the surface of her breasts. However, tendrils of restraint kept her reined in; perhaps some latent hold over from her teenage days at a finishing school for colored young women of privilege. Her instructor, the beloved Miss Melanie Masondale had drilled into the girls the etiquette of being a lady.

  Patience paid off and by and by her corset and dress were eventually stripped from her body under Quillan’s skillful hands as he hovered above her, smiling gratifyingly…and hungrily.His eyes roamed the length of her body first before settling on the round lumps of her breasts. “Beautiful as always,” he said and then bent lower to circle his lips around her budding nipples, leaving her quivering.

  "Oh, Quillan!" It was the first time she was muttering his name since they had started their lovemaking as he groaned with his own pent-up desire and had clasped his lips tighter around her nipples until she was writhing beneath him, begging for more and scratching at his shoulders.

  "You want some of this, do you Honor Elizabeth?" he whispered, reaching down for her thighs with his exploring, probing fingers. She would have yelled out the word, YES, but his lips and hands made her breathless. He drew circles around her thighs before gently reaching for the warmth between them.

  “Take me.” Honor Elizabeth had yelled without meaning to. “Take me now, Quillan.” She felt no guilt about it because she knew even Melanie would forgive her as even the most proper lady in the world would have no immunity to the likes of Quillan. That was certain she knew given the long, thick tool that hung far down his thigh that she was intimately familiar with.

  It had felt like forever, but he finally reacted to her words. His index and middle fingers slid into her hole at the same time while he angled himself between her thighs, preparing to soon replace them with his shaft.

  She thought he was going to do it immediately and that he was going to drive her to her climax with his cock, but he didn't. Honor felt her dusky cheeks flushing darker still with color at the helplessness she had felt at the time. When his fingers had continuously dug into her, she had wriggled her thighs helplessly, wanting more, craving for his dick.

  “You want me, don’t you, baby, don’t you?”

  "Oh yeah, Quillan! Do me now. I can't wait any longer!" She had finally breathed out, hating and loving him at the same time for teasing her. For a moment she almost snorted with laughter as she could practically hear Lijuan questioning her as to where her loquacious and oh, so perfect diction had suddenly fled to while she was in the throes of passion.

  "Good," he had finally said, and with relief, she had sighed as his fingers finally left her pleasure hole and held her waist instead. Quillan turned her over and it was so swift she had felt a harsh breath escape her lungs. His strong arms had her pinned to the picnic blanket and she felt his weight pushing her into the quilt.Her leg kicked out and knocked over the bottle of white lightning he had bought from the man’s still the Godspell blacksmith operated out behind his barn. As the whiskey ran into a small stream down into the river, neither of them gave a damn.

  Honor felt like she was on fire. It almost felt as if she were going to climax even before his cock hit her dripping wet hole. It had been so long since they had been together. Though no longer a couple it seemed they couldn’t help but always be drawn back in to passion like this when the opportunity presented itself. Finally, she felt him. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his warm breath on her back and felt her insides tightening with pleasure when he slowly slid into her, withdrew and then slid in faster. It was the position that she loved the most and the one he had used on her the first time they had made love in the old cabin on the grounds of Cedar Ledge.

  “‘More.” She breathed out. More, Quillan.

  The stagecoach driver it seemed had lost his last shred of control too and was ramming deeper…. faster…and then deeper still into her until she was thrashing beneath him, awash in the pleasure that took hold over the rest of her senses. Her eyes closed, and she bit down on her lower lip in the seconds before her body roiled in orgasm and she came in a torrent, shaking her head back and forth, her curls bobbing wildly. Still, she managed to reach behind her to grasp his naked butt while his grip on her waist had become tighter too, getting him to thrust his last. Her name burst from his lips behind her just before a deep, manly groan echoed down the river, the pleasure she gave him thrilling Honor to her core.

  A moment later he jerked out of her, his hand gripped his rod, and he painted streaks of white across the curves of her ass. Honor's breath was short pants as her hand slipped down to his balls and she fondled them helping draw every last bit of his juice free and onto her. When at last the moment was spent, the two of them collapsed on the blanket just holding each other. Honor Elizabeth gave a small sigh, part contentment, part sadness as he stroked her hair. They would always be two people on two different paths … if only that weren’t so because if it weren’t, then they could share this sort of bliss until the end of time.

  CHAPTER 1

  EARLIER

  The sun was low in the sky as Honor Elizabeth and Katie Dodge stepped out of the sheriff’s office in Córdoba their duty complete. It had been a very long day since they had arrived earlier that morning with Fernando Melendez bound and tied to his horse. Besides his sister, Marquita, who had escaped into the reaches of The Badlands between the Arizona border and the first of the three valleys, the Canebraro, he was the sole survivor of his loathsome group.

  The day before, his s
isters had bragged about how their gang would prey on settlers coming down from America on their way to the lush portions of the middle valley, the Verde Abundante. The men and boys were brutally killed, all their belongings plundered, and the women and female children were sold away into sexual slavery in South America. The same fate Marquita and Valencia had planned for them until Honor Elizabeth had discovered their treachery. Now the gang was dead and defeated, and she had turned over Fernando so that he could be forced to divulge all the information to the law about his operation. Honor planned to do far more though, as she fully intended to turn the money she had captured from Fernando over to Cassandra, so her sister could enlist her friends in the Pinkertons to investigate rescuing as many of the victims as could be recovered.

  The problem was, though, that when they arrived, the sheriff had left the town the day before to deliver a prisoner to the region’s notorious “Devil’s Playground” prison and wouldn’t be due back until sometime in the afternoon. The only lawman on duty was a wet-behind-the-ears deputy who barely spoke a word of English. The only thing he had been good for was locking the man into one of the cells. After imprisoning Fernando, Katie had expected them to be on their way towards the Verde Abundante on their mission to pick up the new stage that Quillan was planning to use on the run he had been awarded to bring guests to the luxurious resort hotel at Arizona’s Jackson Peak. Honor Elizabeth, however, had other plans.

  Thing were getting better between the two after the life and death experience they had gone through, trapped atop a mesa and surrounded by Fernando and his men. Managing to beat them all and escape with their lives had gone a long way toward softening the tension between the two women. Still, Honor wasn’t fooling herself that Katie wasn’t still nursing angst towards her for the breakup of her relationship with Quillan and all the hurt that it had caused him.