Renegades And Revenge: Daughters 0f HBH (Half Breed Haven Book 8)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
RENEGADES AND REVENGE
Author’s Note
FOREWORD
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
EPILOGUE
RENEGADES
AND
REVENGE
A WILDES OF THE WEST
ADULT WESTERN ADVENTURE
By
A.M. VAN DORN
Copyright © 2018
Cedar Ledge Publishing
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OTHER BOOKS IN THE WILDES OF THE WEST SERIES
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THE WILDES OF THE WEST #1: THE DAUGHTERS OF HALF BREED HAVEN
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
THE WILDES OF THE WEST #2: THE REAPER OF THE RIO SANGRE
(BOOK 1 OF THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY)
THE WILDES OF THE WEST #3: THE TOWN OF NO RETURN
(BOOK 2 OF THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY)
THE WILDES OF THE WEST #4: THE BOOT HILL EXPRESS
(BOOK 3 OF THE DANGER DOWN MEXICO WAY TRILOGY)
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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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FOREWORD
My name is Allie Mastluehr, and in the spring of 1913, I stumbled upon some of the most remarkable but forgotten tales of the American Old West. These accounts were narrated to me in the desolate ruins of Cedar Ledge—a once mighty Arizona ranch—and I promise that everything I was told was not the stuff of legend; it was one remarkable family’s real history, almost lost to the unforgiving winds of time.
I experienced a countless series of shocks as the ranch's last inhabitant, aging Cattie Wilde, relayed to me the true story of the heroics of the most improbable of mixed race families, of which she had been a member. She quickly immersed me in all the action, adventure, romance, and family drama that came with being one-quarter of the formidable foursome known to friends and foes alike as THE DAUGHTERS OF HALF BREED HAVEN. In short, I learned of this stunning multiracial quartet whose bravery, thirst for justice and love for each other was matched only by their unbridled appetite for the most casual and sizzling encounters with the opposite (or in Catalina's case, the same) sex.
The Mexican Catalina along with the fair-skinned, blonde Cassandra, mulatto Honor Elizabeth, and Asian Lijuan, all half-sisters, were the proud daughters of Judge William Henry “Whip” Wilde. The interracial sisters along with their sibling—cavalry officer Dutch and his Indian love Bright Feather, and their youngest brother, the Yavapai brave Blue River, the WILDES OF THE WEST upheld the law and aided those in need amidst the pristine beauty and natural wonders that was their corner of 1870s Arizona.
Though I have only had the privilege of knowing Catalina through her stories and the significant volume of diaries and journals mercifully saved by Cattie the rest of the Wildes, have become as alive to me as if they were standing before me as I write this.
Cassandra Wilde-The oldest and brilliant leader of a tough as nails group of women you would ever find. Once she had been the protégé of the first ever female Pinkerton, Cassie returned to the west with her two guns strapped to her waist when her family needed her the most. Using everything she had learned from her time with the fabled detective agency she trained her younger sisters into being some of the most competent and dangerous women the west would ever know.
Lijuan Wilde-She was said to be the most petite of the Wilde sisters, but she was the most dangerous. Lijuan was half Chinese from a time in their father's life when he was shipwrecked in that far off and mysterious country. Equipped with deadly fighting skills from that ancient land and driven by the frustration of a hopelessly forbidden love that fueled a darkness within her that even her family tried to convince themselves was not there Lijuan was an at times and untamed force.
Honor Elizabeth Wilde-As a mulatto this sister was trapped between two worlds, but she knew she was the equal of any full white or black woman in the west and never acted any different. An unabashed Daddy’s girl and even a bit of a debutant Honor was at all times 100% as capable as her sisters whenever they found themselves up against those who sought to sow chaos and evil in the Arizona territory.
Catalina Wilde-My gracious host and now for all practical purposes becoming the mother I never had. From what I can tell she has not changed one bit from her youth. An impetuous, fun loving woman who enthusiastically engaged in her romances that flew in the face of what society deems acceptable. Come what may little ever stifled her good cheer, not even the dangers she faced against the countless robbers, rustlers, polecats, and jaspers the west kept throwing at them. Whoa to anyone that stood in the way of Catalina and her sisters.
Lest I forget their steadfast brothers.
Dutch Wilde-A Captain in the Calvary at a nearby fort. When he wasn't carrying out his sworn duties the dashing blond-haired, blue-eyed officer frequently aided his daunting sisters whenever they had need of him. And always at his side could be found the woman he loved Bright Feather…a Yavapai Indian who through her love for Dutch trained with the Wilde sisters and could be every bit as daunting as her sisters in spirit.
Blue River-Half Yavapai Indian, the last of Whip's children and the half-brother to the older Bright Feather. To outward appearances, he seemed to be a full Indian but the Wilde blood that ran through him manifested itself in his piercing blue eyes and in the way, he was every bit as capable as his sisters as the young man continually proved he earned the title of
an Indian brave.
Catalina has graciously made available to me all her family's writing so that I may pen the definitive tale of this unique and exceptional family and the adversity they faced. The more I read of them, the greater my amazement and respect for them grows as I follow their adventures in vanquishing villains and bedding whatever conquest happen to come their way.
This is but one of their tales.
PROLOGUE
Cedar Ledge Ranch
Alamieda
Arizona Territory
1873
The warm Arizona sun flooded through the small window mounted high up on the bathroom wall striking Lijuan Wilde's narrow, but exquisitely beautiful face as she turned it upward to bask in the sunlight. With her eyes closed slowly, she began undoing the buttons of her shirt one at a time as she soaked in the warmth. With the last one, she gave a gentle tug and slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
She hadn't bothered with a corset earlier when she had awoken, so she was now bare-chested. Her generous breasts swung as she bent over and slipped out her pants and underwear. Completely nude now she swung one of her short legs over the side of the tub and then the other. Carefully she eased herself down into porcelain bath Honor had special ordered from a manufacturer in Newport News, Virginia a few years ago when she had been working on her project to modernize the bathroom.
Being the smallest of the Wildes she found the tub very roomy, and she effortlessly sunk up to her neck, and for a good ten minutes, she just allowed herself to soak there, enjoying the warm water the way she had enjoyed the sunlight. Finally, she opened her almond eyes and looked at the items next to the tub. Her delicate hands soon held them, and she went about her business.
Raising up her left leg she quickly lathered it up with the soap in one hand while the other carefully held the straight razor and she went about the task of shaving her legs. Lijuan wouldn't trade being a woman for anything, but she had to admit this task did not meet any definition of fun. Shrugging it off she knew there was nothing to do as she wanted to her body in prime condition for the seduction she planned for that afternoon.
Soon she had attended to her legs, under her arms and had even given a bit of a trim below her navel. Climbing out of the tub Lijuan grabbed the towel that hung from a brass bar mounted to the wall and began drying off. The young Asian woman took her time as the plush towel traveled the numerous curves of her shapely body. She knew full well she and her three sisters had received a blessing to have been born with their figure eight bodies. It was something that helped grease a lot of wheels when necessary, especially for those of them whose white blood remained hidden beneath their exteriors. That it would surely help her later was beyond question.
The plush cloth dabbed away at the hollow of her back and then she wiped away the wetness from her upper back before turning its attention to her large breasts with their fist-size areolas surrounding her pert buds. Satisfied she was completely dry she turned her attention to her blackish-brown hair and began scrubbing her head forcefully to soak up all the moisture.
As she worked, Lijuan was aware of how quiet the ranch house was. Honor Elizabeth was probably out taking her morning constitutional somewhere on the ranch, but Cassandra and Catalina had ridden into Alamieda. She had objected at first wanting to make sure they would be on hand to play their roles later in the afternoon, but the pair assured her they would be back in plenty of time. Catalina had even suggested they could check in at the telegraph station to make sure there were no issues with the lines between Alamieda all the way to Prescott. After all, she had said that the telegraph was part of her plan and she had agreed.
It had been foolish to worry; her sisters were women of their word, and they would not let her down. As she shook her long hair, Lijuan gazed into the mirror and laughed at the mess it was. By the time this afternoon rolled around it would all be perfectly in place as she became the spider…luring a fly into her waiting web.
CHAPTER 1
The Barbary Hills
Overland Central Railroad Camp
Arizona Territory
“Don’t you worry Cassie! I’ll get her! She’s mine!” Catalina Wilde shouted as she swept past the elaborate railroad car only seconds after she had jammed her foot into her stirrup and swung her rock-solid body up onto her mount Pretty Feet. Ahead of her, further down the canyon, she saw the shrinking cloud of dust that was her target and slapped her mount's hindquarters sending them galloping away. With one hand tight on the reins, the other slipped to the side and plucked out her Colt .45. The woman was out of pistol range now, but she wanted to be ready.
The palomino's powerful legs carried her forward, and Catalina's flat brimmed hat that all the sisters wore except Honor was carried off her head, but she paid it no mind. Catching up with Phoebe Belafonte was all that mattered now. Despite the blood soaking through her shirt sleeve and the tingling of pain that accompanied her injury it took a lot to overcome her good cheer entirely, and she still managed a tight smile shaking her head thinking how an unassuming trip to the post office had managed to snowball into this chase. It seemed to her nothing ever remained simple if your last name was Wilde!
EARLIER
Catalina sat at the desk belonging to Judge William Henry “Whip” Wilde at his law office on the main street of Alamieda. Her Papacito was currently out of town conducting trials in his role as a circuit judge, but it was a good a place as any to wait for Cassandra as she took care of her business at the post office.
A cup of fresh brewed black as night coffee was in one hand while she looked over the weekly paper out of Phoenix. There was nothing noteworthy in the rag; it was more of the same. Stage robberies, bank heists, and gunfights, all part and parcel of living in the West she supposed. Catalina couldn't help but wonder what life was like in allegedly more "civilized" places like New York and Boston. Maybe these big cities had their own brand of vices just taking different forms than the ones the plagued the West, she considered.
All the other girls had spent time at some point in their lives living in the big cities of the east except her. There had never been any cause for her to leave Half Breed Haven and live elsewhere and she had no interest in doing so in the future. She was right where she belonged on the sweeping five hundred square mile ranch, running the physical aspects of their cattle-herding empire. Catalina worked closely with Lijuan who ran the overall Wilde family enterprises that included the timber operation in the lumber-rich mountains of Cedar Ledge.
Catalina refilled her coffee cup before looking at the paper again. One little story caught her eye. The girlfriend of a man caught attempting to loot a mining payroll was lamenting the fact that her man who had perpetrated the crime had gone missing after he had been captured.
“They took him! They took him! Right from the jail in the middle of the night. I’m sure of it!” she was quoted as saying and when the reporter had inquired as to whom, her answer had been the government. When asked why they would haul him away she had refused to answer saying only cryptically that her lawless lover had been “part of something big, bigger than anyone can imagine.” The journalist had written after that she had said no more.
Catalina tossed the paper aside after reading that the official word was that the prisoner had escaped the jail and likely hightailed it to Mexico and the woman couldn't accept that he had run out on her. That made far more sense to Catalina. "What hogwash, the government snatchin' outlaws in the middle of the night." She snorted while setting down the coffee just as Cassandra came through the door with a smile on her face.
“Get your letter you were lookin’ for?” Catalina asked, leaning forward on her elbows, her chin resting on her knuckles.
“Sure did.” She pulled it out and waved it in the air. “Jim wrote that he’d be delighted to loan us use of his cabin up by Clayton’s Hollow in next month when we take the family vacation!”
Catalina smashed the palm of her hand down on the desk as she wh
ooped loudly, “Hot damn! If that little mountain getaway is a nice as you been sellin’ it to the rest of us we’re gonna have a right dandy time!”
“Trust me. Like I told you it’s up on a mountain called Topaz Peak and it’s absolutely gorgeous!” Cassandra enthused, a shine flickering in her emerald green eyes. “Now how did it go at the telegraph station?”
Sliding the chair backward, Catalina rose and took a final swallow of her coffee before she tossed the rest of it out the open front window. “Right fine. Old man Bauer says there are no issues in the lines runnin’ up the territory to Prescott.”
“Well, perfect then. I know Lijuan doesn’t want anything to go wrong with this little operation we are running later.”
“And how, she’s been fussin’ about it for a week. Now gettin’ back to this cabin, how come you didn’t just telegraph your…” with her eyes wide and glowing she snickered, “friend” she finished.
“My friend…is a surveyor so he’s out in the field quite a bit, away from telegraph stations but he does have his mail brought out to him in the field.” Catalina shifted her eyes as she caught Cassandra wetting her lips before she pressed them together. Something was up.
“What?”
Cassandra reached into her back pocket to pull out several letters old Polly the old mail clerk had tied together in a jaunty yellow ribbon. “Seems like I wasn’t the only one to get some mail that came in on the stage yesterday.”
Catalina accepted the letters when Cassandra had held them out to her, but she just as quickly shoved them into her back pocket and made a gesture with her shoulder that they should be on their way.
Once outside in the sunshine, Catalina turned to lock the door with her copy of the skeleton key they all had. Behind her, she heard Cassandra ask if she was planning to open them. She turned back to her giving a snort of dismissive laughter attempting to deflect how she really felt about the letters, but this was Cassandra after all. Her oldest sister had been one of the "Lady Pinks" of the Pinkerton National Detective agency and learned her skills as the personal protégé of Mrs. Kate Warne, the first woman Alan Pinkerton had folded into the fabled investigative agency. There would be no fooling her, but she tried.