DEAC AND DIYANA
Rraquetman

Deac squinted his eyes straining to see the dust clouds on the horizon far across the way. Maybe they had an hour. One thing was for sure, how ever long they had it was all the time they had left. Her hand touched his shoulder and he lay his head to the side resting it on her hand as would a small child. She was Diyana,the Shaman of her people. Her grandfather was His Country, great chief of her tribe. Her father was a great warrior and had taken as his wife a white woman that had been with his people since she was an infant. The Longknives had killed Diyana's mother and father as they were returning from beyond the Yellow Mountain. Now her tribe was scattered with the four winds running from the blue soldiers that greatly outnumbered them. The white fathers had made many promises to the Indians and kept only one of them. They promised to take the Indian's land and they had. She put her other hand on Deac's face and caressed his sweating temple as he closed his eyes in a moment of submission to her touch.

Deac was the only man in the territory that the US cavalry hated more than they did the Indians. Not only was he a friend and partisan of the Redman, but he was an exconfederate cavalry officer. Many of the soldiers at the U.S. Army fort had suffered personal loss as a result of his ghostly raids on Union fortifications during the War of Northern Aggression. He had refused to sign an oath of allegiance to the northern government and was now hunted along with the other victims of the Manifest Destiny of the US government.

Deac had known Diyana for many years but only in the last few months had they realized they were of the same spirit and shared only one heart. And now they were at the end of the trail. They had no where else to go and it was here they would make their stand. Less than an hour behind them was a detachment of the 'Mila Hanska', the long knives, led by a Colonel bent on bringing the reb in dead or alive,Colonel Thomas Avery. Deac had brought terrible embarrassment to the Colonel at the Battle of Chickamauga. Being roused from the comfort of his bed, the Colonel was awaken in the middle of the night by a stranger asking him if he had ever heard of the infamous Confederate Major by the name of Anthony Deac.

"Yes," was the Colonel's reply, "Have you captured that Devil?"

     "No sir," was the answer, "But,beggin' the colonel's pardon,he has captured you!"

Deac and a few of his gray ghosts had managed to slip in and take the Colonel from his own bed while under heavy guard. Deac told his important prisoner that he would keep his sabre as a fine yankee souvenir. The sword had been passed down through three generations of his family. Now it was being taken by a slow drawling rebel. The Colonel was used as leverage in a prisoner exchange a year later. But this event had been a nasty scab on the Colonel's record and Deac's scalp would be his only soothing ointment.

Diyana had cared for Deac after he had been wounded in a fight with a brave that had been paid by the bluecoats to kill her Grandfather. As she worked her medicine and he grew stronger their spirits came together. They were to be married before the next moon. But now it seemed they would never see the moonbeams floating on the water again.

As she continued to stroke his face, she looked to the horizon and saw the plume of yellow dust rising into the cloudless blue sky. The feel of her hand alerted him that something was wrong. He snapped his head up and looked to see the pillar of dust kicked up by a patrol of about 30 soldiers with their Indian scouts. He quickly began to double check his ammo and the position of his pistols.

" I figure we got maybe 20..30 minutes. Their tracker will bring them right to us. I can hold them off and slow them down quite a bit. You take the pinto and ride north. You can find Red Horn and Twisted Cloud."

Diyana just walked over and sat down on a rock within a few feet of him. Looking up from loading his revolver he stared at her as sweat dripped from his brow and seeped into his steel blue eyes causing him to squint like a Chinaman.

" I know you hate to be told what to do,Diyana, but you need to get off that damn rock and ride."

" I will not leave you," she said calmly. The look in her brown eyes told this hardened warrior that this was a battle he could not win. "Would you leave me?"

"Well,,just let me ponder on that a bit," he retorted, looking at her with love in his eyes.

A smile broke across her tender lips as she watched him working to prepare for their certain battle. Facing almost certain death ,he still had the ability to free her mind and tug a smile unto her lips. He looked up again and stopped what he was doing and walked over to her. He leaned over and embraced her, kissing her passionately. He then took her long hair and pushed it back and it fell behind her shoulders and rested on her back. He looked longingly into her eyes, "I will always love you Diyana," he said. Then he walked back to his post. Without looking up again he said, " I won't let them take you, you know what they'll do to you before they scalp you. Before I let them take you I'll...." he could'nt finish. Diyana understood his silence.

Diyana, looked again toward the approaching hell and then again to her warrior lover. She began to think of just 2 nights ago. They had hid behind the great waterfalls on the Blue Flowers river. It was their last good meal and their last good sleep. It was the last time their bodies had enjoyed each other. She began to relive the moments.................

The roar of the thundering waterfall made it difficult to speak to one another. But this was a safe place for them to rest. Few knew of the large cave like opening behind the cascades. The cave had plenty of dry wood and enough food to last a few days. They would rest and then ride north to reunite with her people on their way to Canada
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Before the sun hid in the earth, she had sat and watched Deac as he stood under the waterfall. He was washing himself and inspecting his newly healed wound. She watched as he slowly moved and rubbed himself in the clear cascades. She felt her breasts begin to grow warm and magic was teasing her most private of places. She rose up and retreated to a shallow pool where she undressed and entered the water. Thinking of the man she loved and washing herself brought ripples of desire and pleasure over her golden body. As she washed her round firm breasts, her fingers deliberately slid across her nipples and they stood erect as new grass. She enjoyed this feeling,and practiced this medicine often, but she enjoyed it more when it was his touch. As she continued to bath, she gently touched herself between her legs and the magic quickly prepared her for her lover.

When she returned to the fire, Deac was already laying on the skins and blankets. She smiled at him as she shook her head. He was totally nude except for his old worn out boots. She knew he was a great warrior but she saw a boyish way about him that she loved. He could always make her smile. As she neared the fire, she dropped the blanket she held around her. The flickering fire reflected from the water droplets still on her body. The glow of the flames colored her soft smooth skin with an inviting warmth. Deac hurriedly pulled off his boots and tossed them to the side. He offered his hand as she took it and eased toward him. He rose to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist burying his face into her deep cleavage. He grabbed her buttocks with his hands and gently squeezed them. He then began to lick the water drops from her stomach and sides.

"Oh ,I missed one,"he said, as he took her attentive nipple into his lips. He pleasured her breasts with his mouth for endless moments. Licking, biting, sucking, he feasted on her delicate breasts. His eyes looked up and met hers and he knew she was now his. He kissed his way around to her firm curved butt. He kissed softly as if it were a new born baby. Caressing her thighs as he kissed, he entered the cleavage of her cheeks with his tongue and slid its entire length prompting a loud excited moan from her curled lips. He continued to kiss around her thighs returning to her front. Flicking his tongue into her navel, he dries the droplets there quickly. A giggle exits her smiling lips. Her tummy is gently caressed with his lips as he lowers himself to soft patch of hair below her navel. He nuzzles his nose in the fresh water aroma of her curls. Kissing, licking, he slips to her wet throbbing slit. Quickly, without warning he plunges his tongue deep into her flower and begins to engulf her sweet juices. With this she buckles into his arms. She is securely held to his strong chest and she lunges to his lips to kiss him. Her mouth is hot and wild as her tongue snakes and dances inside his mouth. She tastes herself on his lips and becomes as flowing as the waterfall beside them
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She reaches to find his hard manhood. She pushes him back and throws her hair to one side of her head. She takes his thick shaft and returns his licks and kisses. She is excited by the musk of his scent. Her tongue explores every ripple and bulge of the veins that cover his spear. She takes the tip fully into her mouth and lightly begins to apply suction to his swollen cock. She can taste the sticky precum that she so sweetly extracts from him. His hand gently touches her cheek and he feels her every move. She begins to take more and more of his shaft into her hot lips. She continues until he begins to rise to meet her face with his pelvis. She then slows her pace and begins to softly kiss and touch his scrotum with her tongue.

She then crawls from between his legs and straddles him. Taking his pulsing cock in her hand she guides it to her dripping, hungry pussy. She moves the head of his stiffness playfully around her opening and across her gorged clit. Both of them are now cooing with pleasure. He takes her perfect breasts into his hands and begins to massage them. Taking a deep breath she lowers her self onto his healthy cock. Sitting on him her thighs are rubbed and stroked by his callosed, eager hands. Rocking and grinding she pushes herself downward as hard as she can. It feels as though she could fly with the hawks. As she strokes his muscle with her tight tunnel, she reaches for his lips. He takes her fingers into his mouth and begins to suck and bite them. With this she feels the thunders begin to build inside of her until she can no longer contain them. With a scream of sheer pleasure she releases her hot, pouring nectar all over his sac and cock. Feeling another surge coming, she releases an even greater amount of her honey. She quickly rolls to his side again and begins to feverishly lick and taste herself on his shinny shaft. She again slides her lips over the swollen head of his..................................

Shots ring out and bullets bounce thru the frail rock barricade they have thrown together. Diyana is jolted back to the reality of their situation. The soldiers are within 200 feet of them now. Slugs are pounding all around them. Her instincts throw her to the ground near Deac's feet. She notices blood all over the ground and then sees the gaping hole in his thigh. She tries to find something to tie off the wound and eyes Deac's shirt just a few feet away. As she leans to pick it up, she hears Deac screaming her name. Strangely, she cannot answer. Magically, she begins to rise into the air above their hiding place. She looks and can see all the bluecoats behind the rocks and scrubs. Many are dead and wounded as a result of Deac's deadly aim.

"What is happening," she wonders. "Is this a vision?"

She no longer feels the burden of the battle. She looks back down to Deac and is surprised to see her own body laying at his feet. Confused even more, she does not know what to do or how to help. Suddenly, she notices a bluecoat coming up behind Deac. She tries to call out a warning to her lover, but she cannot. The soldier fires another round into Deac striking him in the back. The staggering rebel turns to face his cowardly bushwacker, it was the vengeful Colonel himself. Realizing he is mortally wounded, Deac drops his empty revolver and stares into the arrogant, smiling face of his old yankee enemy. The officer approaches Deac and kicks the body of the fallen Diyana.

"Now there's a damn good injun," he laughs, lowering his rifle in confidence before the near collapsing Southerner.

But at that very moment, with the speed of an angry sidewinder, Deac pulls the colonel's captured cavalry sabre from the rock beside him and strikes it thru the yankee's chest and heart. Looking down in disbelief at his own sabre and then slowly back into the cold, blue eyes of the grinning rebel, the colonel drops to his knees before the still standing confederate.

Gasping, bleeding, dying, yet smiling, Deac says ,"I heard you been wantin' yer sword back Thomas."

Looking skyward,Deac falls to his knees as blue uniforms surround him. Diyana, seeing his plight but still unsure of her new vision, tries to return to help her lover. She watches helplessly as the longknives empty their revolvers into her proud, defiant warrior. As she tries to sink down to help him, she now watches her lover coming up to meet her. His expression tells her that he is just as confused as she. Now there they both are high above the desert battle scene. They try to speak but cannot, yet they know what each other wishes to say. They gaze down upon their own bodies and the dead colonel. The soldiers are robbing the bodies and taking souvenirs from the fallen lovers. A Navajo scout pulls out his knife and lifts the limp head of Diyana to take her long beautiful hair. Just as he draws his blade close, he hears a blood curdling scream and looks skyward to see two golden eagles soaring and circling above. Fearing this is a bad omen, he drops the woman's head and reaches for his weapon. Just as he takes careful aim with Henry rifle, it is slapped from its target.

"Bird hunt on your own time Geronimo, we gotta get before any more savages show up." A crusty old sergeant was in command now.
The scout lowered his weapon and watched as the majectic birds hovered peacefully in the afternoon breeze. They draped the colonel's body over his < horse and slowly retreated back over the horizon.

High above the lifeless lovers soared the magniicent eagles. Free, alive, and forever to be together. ................. .............and time passes.......soldiers are born...and soldiers die........Shaman are born and Shaman die................lovers are born and lovers die...... and the cycle continues.......they are born and they die.................