Samson written by Dean Horton
CHAPTER 3 ‘The Stakeout’
It
was 21.45 by the time Cowboy reached the part of forest on the doorstep of the
cabin vacated by the Baker family. He
had watched the cabin for several minutes it was lit up in the dark; slowly he
skirted around the edge of the forest; he stopped several times and withdrew
his pen and paper. Making notes of
everything he was seeing, sketching a plan of the grounds; he left no detail
uncovered; eventually he had skirted the perimeter and now he sat leaning
against a tree watching. He knew that
the occupants would never see him he had done this thing too many times now,
always professional and always enjoying his work; for the rewards were
well………how would he put it “well worth it” ooooh
baby…well worth it!
The
man of the family he was watching sat outside on the porch in a large wooden
rocker it was now 23:15 when he was joined by a woman carrying two large wine
glasses; they sat together talking quietly; Cowboy licked his lips she looks hot he smiled to himself in
the dark. Suddenly they were joined by
another female this one younger; Cowboy could feel his heart rate increasing;
she was young around sixteen or even seventeen oh boy; I’m looking forward to this by the second he was breathing
faster now; sweating a little as the blood pumped around his heart, he could
even feel a stirring in his pants come to
papa!
* * * * *
Samson
shook his head ‘I feel weak; hot and cold and sick’ he whispered, feeling sorry
for himself.
‘Mom
Samson doesn’t feel too good’ Candice shouted toward the cabin.
The
last of the sun had now disappeared over the hill when Dianne came out onto the
porch, she strode over to where Samson was sat and placed her hand on his now
hot forehead ‘do you feel cold and weak?’
Samson
nodded gingerly ‘yes Mom, what is it?’
‘I
think you’ve got a touch of sunstroke, did you wear your hat when you went out
with your Father this afternoon?’
Samson
shook his head slowly, weakly ‘no Mom!’
Dianne
stood up and breathed out heavily through her nose ‘your Father should know
better; we’ll fill you full of aspirin and get you into bed; hopefully you’ll
feel better in the morning?’
Stanley
came outside ‘fire’s going strong in the living room’ he looked over to Dianne
and could see by the look on her face that, that something was wrong ‘what’s
going on?’ he asked innocently.
‘Your
sons got sunstroke; somebody took him out this afternoon and didn’t think to
make him wear his hat!’
Stanley
looked down at Samson’s sorrowful face ‘oh I’m sorry son; I didn’t think; are
you ok my boy?’
Samson
nodded gingerly ‘I feel tired I think I’m going to go to bed!’
Once
Samson was tucked up in bed Stanley went and sat on the rocker on the porch; he
held a glass of wine as the swing gently rolled forwards and backwards. Darkness was all around as he relaxed in the
pleasant environment; eventually Dianne joined him on the porch ‘he’s fast asleep
now.’
‘That’s
good; I feel stupid I didn’t think about making him wear a hat he was enjoying
himself so much.’
‘Or
maybe it was you that was enjoying yourself so much? Anyway the damage is done we’ll see how he is
tomorrow!’
Stanley
put his arm around his wife ‘he’ll be alright after a good day’s rest you’ll
see. And next time we go exploring I’ll
make sure he wears a damn hat.’
‘You’d
better Mr Baker!’
The
door opened as Candice walked out onto the porch ‘I’m going to bed as well now;
I’m shattered that walk this morning really done me in’ she walked over to her
parents and gave them both a kiss on the cheek.
They
both sat huddled together on the porch, the star studded sky twinkled above
them as the moon now full lit up the cabin and its grounds, both of them
unaware of the watching eyes. Eventually
Stanley and Diane left the porch and went and relaxed in the warm lounge;
settling down on the couch in front of the log fire, where they lay for the
last forty five minutes of the day before they retired to their bedroom.
* * * * *
The
reply cackled in his ear ‘Delta one; we have you right on time, is everything “A”
ok over there?’
‘Oh
baby everything is cool, we got two females one youngish late teens and the
other around forty years old; we got one male around forty, no pets. They’ve all gone to bed so I’ll give them a
while to get to sleep before I check around the cabin.’
‘Delta
one; I have just been asked if there’s a boy; do you copy that? There…..should…..be…..a…..boy’ he slowed the
last bit ‘Delta three said “check the cabin over” we need to know!..........I
repeat we need to know?’
Cowboy
frowned in the darkness ‘copy that Delta two; I’ll do my rounds before I
retire; Delta one out!’ Cowboy looked
toward the cabin I definitely haven’t
seen no boy and I’ve been here four hours now he sighed quietly ‘well lets
do the rounds before I retire for the night; I can feel some good dreams waiting
for me’ he whispered to himself. Slowly
he got to his feet, stretching out his muscles.
He picked up the night vision goggles again and then stealthily he made
his way to the log cabin, leaving his gear behind. He moved silently like a professional; a
prowler yeah that’s me; a prowler as
he stepped silently onto the porch.
Having watched the family earlier he knew that the boards didn’t creak,
he skirted around the building checking in each of the windows as he went. He started with the living room and the
kitchen then the bathroom each time he had put on the goggles as he looked
through the windows; there was no sign of life.
Next he came to a bedroom window; silently and without any hesitation he
looked in, the goggles told him there were two people a man and a woman; they
were huddled together you’ve got it
coming he smiled as he left them and moved onto the next window.
* * * * *
Samson
lay on top of his bedclothes sweating; his eyes opened; he had been in a deep
sleep, a sleep so deep he had not even moved; just lay exactly where he had
fallen on top of his bed. His hand felt
across his brow, it was still wet and yet he was starting to feel cold again;
even though he felt cold the cabin felt muggy almost claustrophobic. I need
a drink he swung his weary legs from the bed and quietly he made his way to
the bedroom door; opening the door he walked into the hall. He breathed out as he used the wall for
support after several breaths he walked passed his parents’ bedroom and then
the bathroom as he made his way into the kitchen where he proceeded to pour
himself a glass of cold water from the drinks dispenser on the front of the
large fridge freezer. The cold water
soothed him as he swallowed it down, Samson stood still while he breathed in
and out, he felt terrible his whole body ached I’d better get back to bed!
* * * * *
Cowboy
approached the next room more slowly; his boots made no sound on the wooden
planks, he was clearly an expert at the art of stealth. Once he reached the window he glanced into
the room quickly; pulling his head back it’s
empty he moved to peer in; nodding to himself he put on the night vision
goggles and looked around the room; there was no sign of life. Right
onto the next he passed this window and followed with the same technique;
this time though he lingered a little longer.
She was lying on her side, the covers pulled off, her short nightie rode
high up her thigh; he could make out the contour of her breast; he could feel
himself becoming aroused I’m getting hard
baby. He pulled down the goggles,
now she looked different he could see her life form. He did not realise that his hand was now down
his pants as he touched and felt himself gently rubbing oh you’ll feel me soon enough he swallowed hard; he was sweating
again. Suddenly she moved her hand up
her thigh and under her short nightie as she scratched her stomach; he watched
the action; he could see her panties and her long nails. He eventually snapped out of the spell you’ve got to focus, your fun will come
and he knew it would, it always did, life with the Mexican was tough, he was a
hard man to work for….but the rewards oh
the rewards they’re worth all the heartache, all the pain!
* * * * *
Samson
came from the kitchen and went into the bathroom where he sat down on the
toilet to pee; he did not have the energy to stand. Once he had finished he went back into his
bedroom and pulling back the covers he climbed inside. It did not take him long, as soon as his head
it the pillow Samson was back into a deep sleep; his body shivering and
sweating at the same time. He was
totally unaware that only sixty seconds earlier there had been somebody looking
through his window into his room, totally unaware that that same person had now
moved onto his sisters room, silence was the only sound around the cabin until
Samson’s heavy breathing took over in his room.
* * * * *
Cowboy
had now circled the cabin and was now looking back into the kitchen and living
room area his night vision goggles telling him that the room was still
empty. Ok I’ll inform the boys there are definitely only three occupants!
Stealthily he made his way back into the undergrowth; back to the place where
he had stashed his equipment. He was
already getting exited at the prospects of what would be coming; all his
thoughts were now on the girl, Cowboy liked girls the other two can have the older woman but I’m having the girl he
licked his lips as he slid down the tree onto his bum; his back now leaning against
the base of the tree, he closed his eyes I’m
coming baby!
* * * * *
It
was 10.0am in the morning and Dianne was making breakfast in the kitchen as
Stanley walked up behind her putting his hands around her waist he kissed her softly
on the nape of her neck ‘morning darling’ he whispered into her ear.
‘Morning
honey; I’m just doing eggs and bacon do you want to see how Samson is; see if
he fancies any breakfast?’
‘Yes
maaaam’ Stanley left the kitchen and walked down the hall until he came to the
bedroom door where Samson was sleeping.
He knocked lightly on the door then entered ‘morning son how are you
feeling today?’
‘Not
too good Dad’ his brow was wet and his skin pale.
‘Do
you want to try and have some breakfast?’
Samson
shook his head slowly ‘maybe later Dad but not now, is that ok?’
Stanley
stroked Samson’s wet hair ‘of course it’s ok’ he felt guilty if it wasn’t for me he’d be ok, next time
I’ll make sure he’s all covered up!
One
hour later Stanley, Dianne and Candice were sat outside drinking orange juice;
the sun glared down on them, the umbrella above the table trying its level best
to keep out the hot rays of the sun, but judging by their brows the umbrella
was not really working. The heat today
was unbearable, already the ice cubes in their glasses were nearly gone and the
drinks had only been poured several minutes ago.
* * * * *
Cowboy
watched the family eating breakfast; he had already eaten long before they had
woken up; he had also been in constant contact with his two compatriots. Now though he watched the girl as she drank
her orange juice; he could feel himself becoming aroused again when was the last time we had the chance to
work on a whole family? He could not
remember but even so that never stopped him going out and looking for some
young felines to dabble with. Cowboy was
careful when he picked them up; he always made sure they were the homeless
ones; he could act really caring at times; he gave them a shower and food. Smiling to himself now yep I’m a caring kinda guy then he gave them what he craved and that
was not a shower and food! It did not
matter what they wanted they always had what he wanted to give them oh boy they always had it. Some of them lived and some of them died; the
ones that lived probably wished that they had died but he did not care, so long
as he had his release, anyway what was wrong with having a few nightmares for
the rest of your life; he sniggered. Jesus if it was a choice between me and the
boss they’d all choose me; at least I’m nice to them......... a little!
His
thoughts turned to the boy; the information pack that the boss had read had
said that there was a boy in the family; but he had checked everywhere and had
not seen any sign of a fourth party perhaps
the Intel was wrong? Well we can’t
ask the dude who gave us the Intel the boss did him in on Calcone’s orders. The family had eaten breakfast with only
three settings maybe the boy stayed with
relatives whatever; all Cowboy cared about was what he would do to the girl
later in the evening, he licked his lips at the thought; nodding to himself she’s gonna have it big time!
Cowboy
had been watching the cabin for hours when the girl got up from her chair; she
had been listening to music through her earphones. She had taken her earphones off now, putting
them on the table; he watched eagerly as she stretched her arms up into the
air, the action making her top ride up her stomach. He could see her abdomen and the contours of
her hips; his breathing was becoming heavy again; she walked from the porch and
toward the undergrowth; toward him fuck
man she’s coming for it now!
She
was walking straight toward his hiding place as though she were coming to get
what he had in store for her just like in his dreams. He was panting a little now; she was coming
for it now she wants it now; she wants me
his heart rate was now increasing, the blood pumping through his veins man my cock’s rock hard! The girl was now only five feet away from him
she was singing her voice sweet; Cowboy knew that that voice would be begging
him to stop later and I won’t stop, I’ll
carry on and on; I’ll make sure I give it to her… I’ll fill her with my cock
and I’ll fill her with my cum, that girl’s gonna have it! A bead of sweat rolled from his temple as his
chest breathed in and out. He could
smell her perfume almost taste her innocence today she’ll learn all about life; if she’s lucky enough to live then
the nightmares she’ll endure will go down in history! Cowboy had never felt
the wanting like this before; he wanted to just grab her now and pull her into
the undergrowth; give her what she wanted, for he knew she wanted it; wanted
him! If the family tried to stop him he’d kill them all one by one after all that’s why we’re here!
She
was close now, a little voice in his head told him not to grab her the boss wouldn’t like that; and if you piss
the boss off you’re in deep shit! Eventually she walked bye; she passed his
hiding place, passed his heavy breathing and right on passed his hard waiting
cock! His breathing began to become more
normal as he regained his composure; it was nearly time for him to head back to
the base camp don’t worry sweet I’ll be
back I promise!
* * * * *
It
was mid afternoon when Samson finally rose from his bed; he was feeling much better
after the rest. He walked out onto the
porch, his father was sitting on the swinging hammock while his mother and
Candice were both sunbathing on the loungers ‘morning everyone’ he raised his
hand.
Stanley
smiled ‘oh he’s back with us……you mean afternoon; how are you feeling son?’ he
asked clearly concerned, concerned and guilty.
Samson
nodded ‘much better now; thanks Dad’ he sat down at the table; there were some
biscuits in the middle he took two and slowly ate them under the protection of
the umbrella; or more like part protection of the umbrella, as the sun bore
down on the cabin and the surrounding terrain.
The
rest of the day Samson sat in the shade he was disappointed that he had missed
a whole day of exploration although in his mind he had already conjured up a
plan. Later that night when everyone
else in the cabin were asleep he would sneak out and spend a few hours under
the stars maybe before they were asleep; either way he would wait until they
had all gone to bed. Nodding to himself,
happy with this idea, Samson smiled fantastic
plan he could even fill his rucksack up with goodies and have a midnight
feast under the night sky. Samson smiled
to himself that will make up for today, I
can’t believe I’ve missed a whole day he was ready for adventure and how
great would that be to spend the night outside the cabin it’ll be perfect. The more
he thought about the idea the more contented he became; eventually he convinced
himself to start loading his rucksack discreetly and now was as good a time as
any, while the others were all outside relaxing ‘I’m going to make myself a
drink anybody want anything while I’m up?’ No one answered, they all seemed to
be asleep good they’re all ok leaving
his sleeping family behind he walked into the cabin.
Killdeer
Mountain; North Dakota 15:45pm local time:
A
man walked alone, an old man, he was Indian, a native American Indian, the
track he followed was beaten, through hundreds and maybe thousands of years of
constant use; although nowadays visitors to this area were few and far
between. His features were old and
weathered; to look at his aged face anyone who did not know him would put him
in the eighty or ninety year bracket.
The old Indian man walked slowly, his clothes hung loosely from him;
around his shoulder hanging down on his thigh he carried a large tan coloured
leather pouch with tassels hanging from it.
It matched the tan coloured buffalo hide trousers he wore. His hair was grey and long; sweeping down
around his shoulders. An eagle flew high
above; the aged man looked up and smiled sadly as the eagle gave out its call;
it was a Harris Hawk circling at a great height; the bird was almost following
the old man as he made his trek up the mountain side, a trek made by his
ancestors and their ancestors. But now
his journey had a more purposeful meaning, he tried to force a smile, but none
would come only sadness was etched in his face and fear welled below the
surface. All his life he had waited for
this, waited for the “call” and now the call had come he was old and frail, his
body no longer had the energy for the fight, but the old man had no intention
of letting down his tribe or what was left it.
He would not let down his ancestors; if it were to be his time to die,
if now were his time to join them, to join his ancestors, he would show no fear
for they were with him on this quest; they were always with him, they would
help him and guide him. Still the fear
built up inside him just below the surface; the night would be long, long and
dangerous!
The
sun burned down but the old man carried on regardless; his pace slow and
laboured; he had seen the signs over the last 24 hours, he had to keep
going. The ancients had passed down the
secrets from generation to generation, a wise old man once told him that the
day would come when he would have to battle evil; but he was young back then,
it must have been early twenties. He had
been made chief ten years later it now seemed such a long time ago and now at
seventy albeit a very fit seventy he could still feel the years beginning to
take their toll. The time would soon be
upon him to pass over the mantle; to keep the traditions alive; pass on the
knowledge to someone younger yes it maybe
closer than I ever imagined? He
nodded his head as he looked up toward the circling Hawk so long as its not too late to pass on the knowledge he stopped
walking; his mind deep in thought the
ancients will not let it be too late; they are always with me he smiled
sadly as he began walking again.
The
trek continued and the Hawk still circled high above as the old man walked
higher and higher; his thoughts were always on what lay ahead when the battle
would be between good and evil; the battle he had prepared for all his life;
the battle they had prepared him for will
I have the strength when it matters?
He stopped for a few minutes; turning, he gazed out from his high
vantage point; he stared as far as his eye could see ‘there is evil growing
Cetanwakuwa’ he whispered to himself, the Hawk flew down into the trees to his
left. The old man and the Hawk stared at
each other from their short distance apart; the old man nodded and turning he
carried on walking up the mountain ‘evil is upon us my friend!’ His face was
grim and pained.
His legs ached, he had not walked this path for
several months and now here he was, tired and old and walking it for what could
possibly be the last ever time no, not
yet, there is too much work to do!
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