Chapter Three

Sarah and Everton spent the rest of the day wondering through the ranch. At each building, he would tell her what it had been one hundred and fifty years ago. To her surprise, he had kept everything just as it was; other than the modernization of lights and indoor plumbing. "You know," Everton said at the end of the tour, "it took me quite some time to get this place up to par. You see, I started working on all of the other buildings first, leaving the hotel for last. I would start with one, finish it, and then move onto another. I would never start on another until the one at hand was completed." Turning and looking towards the hotel he continued, "As I said, I saved the hotel for last. I knew the history of this town, Miss Holt. I knew it because, William Conners is a distant uncle of mine."

Sarah and Everton continued their walk up the hill to where the cemetary laid. Picking up the conversation, Sarah said, "So that's how you know the story so well and why you have so many pictures of him." "Yes," Everton answered, looking down at the grave of his late uncle. "Not only was the story passed down through the years but, the pictures were as well." It wasn't until they reached the grave of Sarah Dillion did she ask, "How is then that you come about the picture of Sarah Dillion?" "By pure luck," he said, smiling at her. "I found it in the second building we restored. On the back of it was printed Sarah Dillion 1875."

Over dinner, Sarah told Everton about her previous night there. "Do you think," Sarah asked, "that the ghost of William Conners thinks that I am his beloved Sarah Dillion coming back to give him the forgiveness that he seeks." Everton sat back and looked at her puzzled and said, "Miss Holt..." "Please call me, Sarah," she interrupted. "OK," he said, pausing periodically as he continued, "Sarah... let's just say that, hypothetically of course... you were the reincarnation of Sarah Dillion... would you forgive him?" "You can't be serious," Sarah said laughing. "I said... hypothetically," Everton reminded her.

"Well, Mr. Conners,..." "If I have to call you Sarah, you have to call me Everton," he interrupted her. Smiling at him, she contiuned, "Well, Everton, let's just say, hypothetically of course, that I am. Yes, I think I would forgive him. I think that he was just so much in love with her and wanted to marry her so badly, that he lost all control of his senses. All he wanted was to live the rest of his life with her." Looking fondly at her, he replied, "I agree with you on his motive for doing it. I know that if I had a woman that looked as beautiful as you, I mean her, I would be destraught too if her family would not give us their blessing." Just then one of Everton's employees interrupted them and he excussed himself.

As Sarah watched Everton leave, she wondered if he wasn't the reincarnation of his uncle. "No," she thought to herself, "he just knows the story well. And besides, he looks nothing like William, where I on the other hand, am the spitting image of the late Sarah Dillion."

Later that night, Everton found Sarah in the sitting room, looking at the picture of her "twin". "It is remarkable, isn't it," he asked, startling her as he walked into the room. "Yes, it is," she answered. "Well, it's late Everton. I think that I shall retire now." "Please," he said, holding out his arm for her to take, "allow me to escort you to your room."

Once outside room number fifteen he said, "There's something that I left out of the story, Sarah. I told you that the Sheriff and his men came to the hotel and got my uncle. What I didn't tell you was the room number he was staying in. You see, his brother was a grandfather of mine and owned this hotel, allowing him to live here." Pointing at the door, he continued, "This was the very room that he lived in. And yes, Sarah, I think, that his ghost thinks, you are his beloved Sarah returning to forgive him." There was a silence as they both stared at the door. Sarah finally said, "Well, thank you Everton, for a wonderful day." With that, Everton left and Sarah entered room number fifteen.

Chapter Four

Sarah tossed and turned for several minutes. The events of the day had left her extremely tired but yet, she could not go to sleep. When she did finally fall asleep, she fell into a dream that felt as if it was reality.

Sarah found herself in the sitting room of the hotel, dressed in the same dress that Sarah Dillion wore in the picture. "And hold," said a strange voice. Looking up, Sarah saw William standing next to a photographer. She was having her picutre made; the very picture in the sitting room. "Alright, Miss Dillion," said the man, poking his head out from under the camera cloth, "you may move now." Standing up, Sarah walked over to William and said, "I still wish that you would consent to having our picture taken together." "I know you do," said William, "but, you have several pictures of me and I have none of you." "Alright then," Sarah said, smilingly.

Time seemed to jump at the snap of a finger and Sarah then suddenly found herself back in room number fifteen alone with William, kissing. Pulling away from him, she walked to the other side of the room saying, "Oh, William, we musn't. We are not married yet." "Well," he said as he walked towards her, "just as soon as we are given permission we will be. Surely your father and brothers can not hold out forever." Standing behind her five foot six inch small frame with his six foot larger frame, he took her into his arms and begged, "Please, Sarah. You are twenty and I am nearly thirty. We are both consenting adults. Please let me lay with you as a husband lays with his wife."

William ran his fingers through Sarah's long fiery red hair. It was easy to see that Sarah was going to give in. She allowed him to pull her hair back and kiss softly down her neck. "Oh, Sarah," he whispered, "your skin is so soft, so warm, so inviting." His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, slowly pulling it down. He then brushed the top of it off her shoulders and kissed down the back of her neck and along her backbone. Sarah pulled her sleeves off, the top folded over at her waist. William's hands fondled her C cup breasts as they strained to bust out of the top of the courset. Sarah moaned as he softly rubbed them. He now unlaced the back of her courset and removed it from her body. His hands rubbed all over her breasts and stomach as he kissed down her right shoulder. Sarah raised her hands above William's head and ran her fingers through his short brown hair. For several minutes, they stood there, enjoying each other.

Sarah turned around and removed William's shirt from his body, her hands ran over his muscled chest. "I love you," he said as she looked up at him with her green eyes. His brown ones looked upon her as she aswered, "I love you too." Sarah and William then watched each other as they removed their remaining clothes. Both finally naked, they took in each others bodies. Sarah Holt could feel the desire that William and Sarah had for each other; more so, the need to be with each other.

Embracing once again, William drew his love in close to him, kissing her passionately as they did. Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Kissing his way down her neck, he took in her breasts and sucked and pulled at first one, then the other. Sarah moaned with pleasure as he gently pulled at them with his mouth. "Oh Will," she moaned. William then kissed his way down her stomach and to her firey red patch of hair below. Spreading her legs, he slowly licked up her clit. Sarah brought her legs up in pleasure, placing her feet on his shoulders. William now rubbed her clit with his finger. "Cum for me," he said, "let me taste your sweetness." His toungue once again licked her as he continued to rub her. Soon he was tasting her as she came on his face, her hands pushing his face harder and harder to her as he savored ever drop that she produced.

In return, William laid on his back as Sarah stroked his eight inch dick to stiffness. She then took it in her mouth. William moaned as she slowly moved her mouth up and down his thick shaft. His left hand on top of her head, gently pushing it further and further down onto him. Sarah too begin to moan as she continued to suck him. Her pace increased as the muffled sounds of "MMM" and "OOOH" could be heard from her as she continued, bringing him close to cumming in her mouth. Pulling away from her, William said, "Easy now baby, we want this to last a while. Who knows when we will be able to do this again."

William layed on top of Sarah and pushed his thick, eight inch hard dick into her tight, wet pussy. Her wetness made the process easy and soon her innocence was gone. She again moaned with pleasure as he moved in and out of her. "Oh, Will. Will. Will," she panted breathlessly. For several minutes, William continued at this slow pace, savoring their love making, and her orgaisms, before turning them over.

Sarah was now on top of him, slowly riding, bringing herself to yet another orgasim. William's hands massaged her breast lovingly, at times seeming like that was the only thing holding her up. Once again her pace increased and soon she was close to bringing him to cumming. "Oh, Sarah," he moaned, pushing her off before he did.

Laying Sarah on her right side, William then got on his knees and reentered her. Holding her legs down, he watched her face as she enjoyed feeling him in her. Slowly, he fucked her in this position for several minutes, listening to her moan with pleasure and sweetly calling his name. Watching and listening to her made him want to cum; not just cum but, cum deep inside of her. Pulling out, he then return her to her back and again pushed himself in her. This time, his rythem was fast and hard. Sarah Holt could hear William's balls slapping against his beloved Sarah's pussy as he pounded away at her, causing her to moan louder with pleasure. A loud groan escaped William's mouth as he came deep inside of her. Pulling out of her, William pulled her close to him and for several minutes, they laid there kissing and caressing each other.

"I must go," Sarah finally said as she sat up. "If my dad discovers that I am not at home, he will be mad." "Just a few more minutes," begged William. "Alright," she consented, "just a few more minutes and then I must go." Sarah laid back into William's arms and before they knew it, both had fallen asleep.

Again, Sarah felt as if time had jumped. It was now morning and she woke to find her naked body still lying in Willam's bed, next to his still naked body. "Wake up," she said shaking him, "it's morning. My father and older brothers will be looking for me." It was too late. William's bedroom door flew open and there stood Mr. Dillion and his two sons. "What on God's earth is going on here," he yelled. "How dare you defile my daughter this way. And you Sarah, how dare you disgrace me this way. Did the two of you think that I would give my blessing if you were to sleep together. You Mr. Conner's, meet me and my sons outside in five minutes. We shall take care of this disgracement right now." "No, father," yelled Sarah. "Get dressed Sarah," her father said. "Get dressed and come downstairs. We will leave as soon as this scum has been dealt with." With left he turned around and left.

Sarah grabbed a hold of William's arm as he slipped from the bed. "No," she begged. "They will kill you. I know they will. I couldn't stand it if they killed you." "I have to Sarah," he said, shaking her hand off is arm. In disblief of what was happening, Sarah watched as William dressed and left the room. Sarah began to dress, skipping the courset for the fear of it taking to long to put on. She ran out the beroom door, down the stairs and towards the front entrance. She reached them as the last gun shot rang out.