Free HELL HATH NO FURY (A Jess Williams western novel) by Robert J. Thomas

up with her bathing, which is exactly what he was doing right now. As he raised his tin cup up to take another drink of his coffee, he spotted a dust cloud and he could tell from experience that it wasn’t a dust devil. He looked closer and then he heard the yelping that Indians usually do as they headed into battle. He threw his cup on the ground; grabbed one of his Winchesters out of its scabbard and turned around to warn Annie, just as she was stepping out of the river, naked as a jaybird.
                  “Jess, I told you not to peek at me when I’m bathing, she hollered,” trying to use one arm to cover her breasts and her other hand to cover her private area and she wasn’t doing a very good job of it, especially in the breast area since they were indeed very large and perky.
                  “Well, I’m sorry, but there are Indians heading straight toward our camp and I don’t think they want to share that mess of fish with us,” retorted Jess. “Now, get back down in that water and behind a boulder, but take this Winchester with you first just in case.”
                  Annie didn’t take the rifle right away because to do so, she had to use at least one hand to grab the rifle. Jess glared at her and cocked his head. She finally gave in and bared her breasts to take the rifle and Jess couldn’t help looking at them.
                  “Well, do you like what you see?” demanded Annie.
                  “That doesn’t matter at the moment. What does matter is that I have to take care of those Indians before they get close enough to start slinging arrows at us,” replied Jess.
                  Annie went back into the water and hid behind a huge boulder while Jess ran to his horse and retrieved his Sharps buffalo rifle. He chambered a round into it and perched the rifle on the top of a large boulder. He took aim at the Indian on the right. He pulled back on the trigger and the Sharps rifle barked and the Indian slumped over his horse and fell off, his horse running away from the other Indian, who stopped to check on his partner. Jess chambered another round into the rifle and started to take aim at the other Indian when the Indian started yelping in the direction of the camp and then turned around and started running his horse in the opposite direction and away from Jess at a full gallop.
                  “Oh, I don’t think so,” said Jess, quiet enough that Annie didn’t hear him. Jess usually left Gray saddled up until just before turning in for the night in case of something like this happening. Jess grabbed one of his Winchester rifles and jumped up into the saddle and turned around to Annie. Annie had been watching all of this while keeping all but her head behind the boulder in the river.
                  “What are you doing? He’s running away from you,” exclaimed Annie.
                  “And where do you think he’s going? I’ll tell you exactly where he’s going. Straight back to his camp and get several more warriors and come back here and sneak up on our camp and kill us in the middle of the night. You sure have a lot to learn about gun fighting. Now get your ass out of the water and dry off.”
                  “Why, because you want to see my behind now since you’ve pretty much seen everything else already? And you still have a lot to learn about women because I’m not getting out of this water until you turn around first,” demanded Annie.
                  “Don’t worry about that, I’m taking a ride out there to run that other Indian down and kill him and then round up their horses so that they don’t ride back to their camp because that will just cause more curiosity with the rest of their band,” replied Jess. “You make sure that when you get dressed, take at least two Winchesters and be ready in case they have some other friends