THE VIGILANTE OF BLUE ROCK CITY: An article in the Monday afternoon’s Blue Rock City’s Gazette read as such: As the local populace rose this morning to assume their daily work week duties, they couldn’t avoid the spectacle of three visiting young strangers hung upside down from above the courthouse steps, naked and severely beaten. City Marshal, amateur Benji Martin had them lowered down and put under protective custody in the jail to give time to find out the reason for this action against them. While they were being looked after, it came to his notice, that a young girl from the town of a one of the prosperous families had been accosted on her way home from church on Sunday early indian evening and violently and crudely treated until her release early Monday morning. Then, evidently while the three men were sleeping off their terrible treatment of the young maiden, under the influence of a lot of alcoholic drinks, vengeance was vested upon them by a man or men of unknown identity. The marshal and the sheriff were quoted as saying that they would get right on this to identify the illegal avenger in short order. Of course, because of the measured and appreciated response of this unknown avenger, no such effort was ever entered upon. And when casually inquired of, the law enforcement officers merely said that they were working on it. A number of prominent individuals of the town read of this in their personal copies of the newspaper and then moved on to other important things in their lives. Wiley Martinson had entered this town five years previously, just a couple of years after the War Between the States. He was a veteran of that himself, but never revealed which side he had fought for, since he didn’t want to arabian be assigned to a partisan attitude to the ideals of either side. He had lost dear relatives on both sides and even those on neither and so wanted to at least in his remaining life put it all behind himself. His immediate family had been in opposition to his chosen side in the war, so when it was over, they gave him a sizable investment fund and sent him out West to find another life away from them. They never had any dealings with him thereafter, but kept track of his progress and were secretly very proud of the life that he built up on his own. Since his family was several generations in the mercantile profession, both as workers and owners, he had a rich legacy and vast personal experiences to draw upon in his effort for his own life in his chose part of the nation. And he chose a place just beyond mid-America to build up the outworking of his life’s purpose. It was a small town when he moved there, having grown up over the years from a small trading village. Contrary to the growth and establishment of many of the other new cities spread around in the newly established land, it was started with a firmly enforced plan and buildings that were either completely built up of the blue veined marble from the surrounding mountains or visibly featured it. So, it was right from the start a very sturdy and beautifully built town. And through city statues and building permits, kept out the cheaper types of building within its environs. Though, it was near to the paths of the western migration and the later cattle drives from Texas and the Southwestern states, it was never allowed to become lawless like a lot of the cities on those pathways did become. Blue Rock, as it was locally dubbed, always had iron fisted lawmen who prevented that. But, even with that in force, there were sometimes things that happened that fell between the cracks of legal actions, that fueled the about twenty year reign of an aggressive avenger personage or faction. It was never firmly established as to which was the case. When Wiley moved into the town, he was man of about twenty eight years old, single and bright eyed in anticipation of his future in this beautiful town. He immediately the first day of arrival sought out and got a job with one of the two biggest stores in town, both dubbed as general stores. They were run in fairly gentle competition by two families, who otherwise liked each other very much. It always appeared that they collaborated to charge very similar prices for things sold in common. Because of their locale, there was plenty of business for each. And in fact, since neither could be big enough to carry everything for everyone, they each specialized in one of the major factions of business in the area. One with the miners and lonely prospectors, latter with the ‘wildcat petroleum searchers.’ And the other with the ranching and hunting interests. And over the first two years he worked a year with each store. He also established himself as an honest church-going man, to the interest of a number of the young ladies in town. He was not above enjoying a beer or two at the biggest saloon in town, nor of in his bachelorhood of enjoying one of the scarlet young women found there. But, he didn’t make a fool of himself over it, and was always present in his favorite pew on Sunday morning. "No, my bathing suit stays on." "Well, maybe I'll see you later." she said as she walked away shaking that cute little ass! My heart hammered in my chest. She stepped forward and tore open her daughter’s blouse sending buttons across the room. Betty got up from the dinner table and cricked her neck. Lord knows how the other chaps got excited enough to try to mount her for she did nothing to rouse me. 2ND MORNING OF VACATION we're two consenting adults, it's no one's business what we did. They had done it before. Your total is $3,685.92" He thanks the woman and pays. 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