Zane was walking slowly across the plains as his horse was tired
Martha was riding beside him
Her horse had insisted that she ride him
As she was a woman and he was a horse
I hear that you are writing a poem Zane
Cowboys do not write poems Jane
What is the name of your poem Jane?
The Sex Life of Angels
Angels do not have sex Zane
What makes you think that?
There is no mention of it in the good book
There is no mention of Red Indians in the Bible either but we are in this godforsaken place hunting one
Three weeks earlier two Indians had raided a ranch and killed the ranch hand who had tried to stop them
Zane and Martha had already shot and killed one of the Indians and were now chasing the other across the Great Plains
Damn it Martha I wish the fuckers would attack in force so we could put an end to them once and for all
You will claim the bounty
Of course I will why do you think I do it?
Out of love
Out of love?
You really love them that is why you kill them so that they can be at peace with their ancestors
Do you know what I really love?
The look of fear in their eyes when we corner them
And the way their heads explode when I shoot them
In the distance the hunted Indian
Was dancing with a German named Karl
Why did you do it son?
The Indian looked at Martha and Zane
There was a fear in his eyes
Because I am in love with Karl
Martha raised her rifle and blew the German’s brains out of his skull
God did not raise you to love other men
Take your shirt off Jane
Take your shirt off Martha and show him what a white woman looks like
Martha removed her shirt
Do you like my breasts Indian?
The Indian nervously touched Martha’s breasts
Get your pecker out boy enjoy yourself I am not a cruel man
For a moment the Indian did nothing but then slowly pulled his pecker out
What are you going to do with it then?
There is no use just staring at it
The Indian began to cry
Look Jane you have upset him
Look Zane you have upset him
I bet you cried a lot when you shot poor Billy
It was me I shot Billy because he saw me in the bath
What the fuck
It was me
You do not normally worry who looks at your arse
Half the cowboys in Sandstone have fucked you
But he was acting peculiar
Yes peculiar he gave me a Bible and forgave my sins
So we have travelled all the way out here for no reason
The light is nice today
Fuck the light
Boy put your pecker away and you put your shirt on
At that very moment Zane’s horse turned into an Angel
She beckoned the Indian towards her and undressed him slowly
Then she removed her heavenly robes
This is getting too much for me come on Martha
Come on Jane lets get out of here
But we only have one horse and he is very tired
Then we will fucking walk
It is over one hundred miles to the nearest town
What do you suggest we do stay here and watch the Indian and the Angel fuck?
I can think of worse things to do
What about the dead German you made a complete mess of his head
He is not dead
What you have his brains all over your shirt
No he is there with the Indian and the Angel
Zane looked around
His sister was correct for no more than a couple of yards in front of them the German was in congress with the Indian and the Angel
Do you want me Zane it has been a long tiime?
Yes do you want to fuck me and lick my cunt as you used to do?
If I was you I would keep a civil tongue in your head sister otherwise I will slap you
Like you used to do?
Zane looked at the vast plains that surrounded him and when he returned his gaze to his sister she was also naked
You will burn in Hell sister as these two will burn in Hell
Yes there are three the Indian is fucking the Angel whilst the German is fucking his arse
Martha started undressing her brother
You ware hard all along you dirty boy
Let me kiss it better for you
Just do not bite
As Martha knelt in front of her brother the other horse suddenly turned into God
Now what do we have here?
Nothing my Lord
Well you know I should punish you all as I am a vengeful God but I feel good today so I am going to let you all off
What do you mean?
Well I am not going to strike you all dead or make you blind or that kind of thing
I just ask one thing of you all
What is that God of Mercy?
I want you to build a church here
Yes exactly here where you have all sinned so dreadfully
But there is no wood no nails and no paint
And no congregation
That is really your problem
Please do not try my paitence
The Angel who was sitting crosslegged in front of Zane suddenly changed into a horse
And the German changed into a chariot
God climbed on to the chariot and vanished in a flash of light
Zane looked at the Indian
The Indian looked at Martha
Martha looked at Zane
Well what are we waiting for we have a church to build
And this is how the town of Zane came into existance
Today Martha Zane and the Indian lie together in the same grave
A spot that is often visited by tourists