Lily’s Cowboys

Chapter 1-1

Chapter One

Sometimes life begins after you die

Lily O’Donnell pulled her hat further down on her head, trying to protect her face as much as she could from the rain pouring down around her. She was drenched through to her skin and shivered as cold raindrops ran down under the collar of her jacket. She let out a tired sigh as she struggled.

Her long dress wasn’t helping matters as it kept tangling around her legs, making each step on the three-mile journey from town to home even more difficult. Pulling the small basket of dry goods she had picked up at the general store closer to her, she was just thankful she was almost home. At almost eighteen, she had taken over most of the work around the farm she and her mother lived on outside of the small town of Oak Grove, Oklahoma. It was all they had left, and they were determined to keep it.

Her parents had moved out to Oklahoma twenty years before, wanting to make a new start away from the hectic life found in the city. It had been a difficult journey for her mother, but her father, Gerald O’Donnell, had wanted to find a place where he could farm and raise a family. Everything had been fine until two years ago when a man from town named James Butler had started coming around. Lily didn’t like him. Butler had been trying to pressure her father into letting him marry her.

Lily’s father had ordered the man away, but it was unnerving how often he still seemed to show up on or near their farm. When her father had died a year later in an accident while working with Butler, she had become suspicious and begged the sheriff to investigate. The sheriff could find no conclusive proof that Butler had anything to do with her father’s fall off a barn roof they had been working on together at a nearby farm. Now with her father gone, Butler had begun pressuring Lily’s mother, Maureen, to marry him. Lily’s mother did what she could to discourage him, telling him over and over not to come around.

Lily sighed again as she thought of the last few months. It had been very hard for them. She and her mother knew living on a farm would be hard. What they had not expected to discover was that for two women living alone on a farm it was almost impossible, as the work and repairs were never ending.

To compound matters, in recent weeks James Butler had been more insistent about coming out, ignoring Lily and her mother’s protests that neither of them needed nor wanted his help. Yesterday, he had hidden in their barn and grabbed Lily when she had gone out to gather eggs. He had smelled heavily of alcohol and sweat, making her cringe in fear.

She had fought him off, screaming when he grabbed her breast in a brutal grip, leaving dark, painful bruises behind. When she heard Lily’s screams, her mother had rushed out of the house, clutching her husband’s old shotgun to her chest. Butler had threatened them both, telling Maureen he was going to marry her whether she wanted to or not and that Lily was going to be his, too. Maureen, small-boned and delicate, had stood there with the heavy gun pointed at his chest, fearlessly demanding he leave and not come back.

Lily had been hesitant to make the weekly journey to town, but they needed to get supplies and sell some of the items they had. So Lily had left early this morning to make the trip to town, hoping to be back before it began raining again. She took the items she and her mother had canned and fresh vegetables to Mr. Marshall at the local general store to help supplement their income once a week. They desperately needed the money, and Maureen had encouraged Lily to go, though it was against Lily’s better judgment. It also gave her a chance to pick up any supplies they needed.

Her mother normally took turns with her, but she had been ill and was too fragile to make the journey right now, especially with the rainy weather they had been experiencing recently. Lily had also stopped by the local sheriff’s office to tell him what had happened. She was tired of them constantly having to look over their shoulders.

After the incident yesterday, she was determined to end Butler’s advances. She asked the sheriff if it would be possible for him to talk to Butler about staying away from them. The sheriff had explained he would talk to him, but suggested it might be a good idea if Lily and her mother found somewhere else to stay for a while. Lily had shaken her head; they had no other family. The farm was the only place they had.

The sheriff said he would be out the next day to talk with Maureen and see what he could do to help out. Lily had thanked him before making the long journey home. Now, as she struggled to get home before dark, she was suddenly filled with a sense of unease. Had she done the right thing? Would Butler become even more hostile? More determined?

Frowning as she made her way up onto the small porch, she realized there were no lights on in the small house. Opening the door, Lily pushed her wet hat off and laid it next to the door.

“Momma?” Lily called softly. “Are you here?”

Lily set the basket of supplies down on the rough table in the kitchen. Removing her wet jacket, she walked to the door of her mother’s bedroom.

Hesitating, she knocked softly. “Momma?”

The door opened suddenly with a bang as it swung back and hit the wall. A very drunk James Butler stood in front of her wearing nothing but a pair of half-buttoned pants, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. “Your momma ain’t here no more, little girl. It’s just you and me now.”

Lily stepped back from the stench of bad breath and whiskey coming from the man standing in front of her. She looked around his large body into her mother’s bedroom and saw her mother lying naked on the bed, her face bloodied and bruised, her eyes staring unseeing toward the ceiling. Lily’s eyes grew wide in horror. Sobbing, she stumbled backward as Butler reached for her.

“You’re gonna fill the b***h’s position now, and I know just the position I want to take you in, too.” He grinned as he grabbed his crotch. “I’ve wanted to f**k you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I wanted your momma too, but she couldn’t handle me. b***h scratched my face up when I told her what I was gonna do to you. She knew I wanted you. I made sure I told her as I f****d her what I was going to do to her baby girl. I even let her know her beloved husband had a little help in meeting an early grave. He didn’t know what hit him until it was too late. You and your momma always thought you were too good for me. Bet she didn’t think that as she was getting f****d. She kept begging me. You know how much that turned me on? You should have listened to her beg me not to hurt you when I told her how I was gonna f**k you too.”

Lily shook her head as she moved around the table, trying to keep away from the monster who had murdered her family. She shook with grief over what her beautiful and gentle mother had gone through.

“How could you?” Tears poured down her face as she realized she was about to meet the same fate as her mother. “How could you?”

Taking another swig of whiskey, James laughed as he threw the bottle at her across the table. “You should have heard her. Your momma begged for protection for you with her dying breath. ‘Please give my baby girl a chance to live. Please, oh God, please, protect my baby girl.’ I don’t think anyone was listening, do you? No one heard her as she begged for her life.” He whined out the words, noting how each one pierced the heart of the girl in front of him.

“Come here and bend over, girl. It’s time I showed you what a man feels like. Maybe if you are a good girl I won’t have to beat you like I did your momma. She shouldn’t have fought me. She got what she deserved,” James said as he began undoing the rest of the buttons on his pants.

Lily backed up until her back was against the edge of the counter. Screaming when James grabbed the table and flipped it out of the way, Lily reached blindly behind her for some type of weapon. Her hands closed around the small lantern they used in the kitchen.

She flung it at him with all her might, not waiting to see if it made contact. Turning, she rushed to the back door of the small house and stumbled down the steps, sobbing. She ignored everything but the need to get away, running as fast as she could in the driving rain.

She headed around the back, running across the muddy yard past the barn and down toward the river that ran along the back of the property. Her only thought was to get away from the evil that had taken her family away from her. If she could get to the next farm she would be safe, she kept telling herself over and over.

She screamed suddenly in fear when her long hair was grabbed painfully from behind, pulling her off her feet. She landed on her back in the thick mud and began tumbling down the slight incline toward the river, fighting against the huge body trying to hold onto her.

Lily gasped as a fist came down along her chin. It hadn’t been a hard blow, but enough to stun her for a moment. Her legs were tangled in the skirts of her long dress, and she couldn’t seem to fight her way free of them long enough to get up.

When the muddy hand tightened its grip in her hair and began to drag her up to her knees, she screamed even louder in pain and fear. She frantically swung her fists as hard as she could in an effort to break free. She almost sobbed in relief when she connected, listening with satisfaction when she heard a grunt of pain over the rain and thunder. Pushing with all her might, she wiggled free from Butler’s muddy grasp and struggled to her feet. She stumbled blindly toward the rain-swollen river.

Lily gasped in dismay as she realized she would never be able to safely cross the river. The rains had swollen it to over twice its normal size. The waters rushed in torrents, tearing away at the bank, twisting and churning in wild rapids of fast-moving water.

Turning in defeat, she wrapped her arms around her waist as she looked into the angry face of the man who had murdered her parents. She watched in despair as he moved toward her with a hateful grin on his muddy face. Straightening her shoulders, Lily spoke quietly.

“You won’t get away with this. You’ll receive justice for the murder of my family. The sheriff knows what you have been doing. He is coming out tomorrow to check on us. I told him about what you did yesterday. You are going to hang for murder.”

“Who do you think he is going to believe when he doesn’t find anything? He’ll think you and your momma just up and left. If you want to talk about justice, girl, I’ll show you justice. Justice is when I bury my d**k deep inside your p***y just like I did your momma for thinking she was too good for me.” James wiped the mud dripping down his face. “What are you gonna do now? You don’t have anywhere else to run to. You’re all out of choices.”

“There is always a choice. You made yours, and I hope you rot in hell. If I’m going to die, I’ll do it with the knowledge you will never do to me what you did to my mother,” Lily replied with cold determination.

She raised her eyes briefly to the sky and let out a small prayer, seeking forgiveness for what she was about to do. Twirling around, she jumped off the eroding bank into the swiftly moving water. The dark, swirling waters closed over her head, the weight of her dress dragging her down deeper into her watery grave. Lily couldn’t help but think how she hadn’t even had a chance to live before she died and felt regret she would never know love the way her parents had.