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Bart Maverick's eyes sparked.  "It's brilliant," he said.  "It'll
work.  And I can tell Bret had a hand in concocting it."

"You want to help?" Crystal asked.

"I insist on it."  Maverick looked at the other two.  "In the
meantime, I'll go downstairs and get this room situation straightened
out."

He stood up and walked to the door.  As he reached for the doorknob,
he turned and said, "Now don't do anything I wouldn't do..."

Crystal chuckled.  'Big Jim' blushed a little.

Bart stepped out the door and closed it behind him.

Crystal turned to the big man, and said, "You know, if this all works
out like I think it will, you're in for a big reward."

"What kind of reward?" Melloy asked.

"Well, let's put it this way," she said, putting a hand on his thigh,
"Keno has a stable of about twenty of us.  If we pull this off, you're
in for all the pussy you can handle."

Melloy grinned.

"In the meantime," Crystal said, echoing Bart's comment earlier, "how
about I do something about that swelling?"

Her hand slipped up his leg, and unfastened his trousers.  She reached
in and drew out Melloy's penis.  It was very hard, its purplish head
pulsing with his heartbeats.

Crystal leaned forward, and ran her tongue around his cockhead.

Melloy moaned.

She pressed her lips around the end of his cock, her tongue rubbing
the underside of his glans while her fingers began to stroke the
shaft.

Melloy moaned again.

Crystal slipped her other hand under his balls, lifting them slightly,
cupping them gently while her tongue swirled over the end of his
penis.

She felt his scrotum tighten.  She pushed her mouth down over his
cock, taking him deeply.

He grunted; a splash of hot fluid hit the back of her throat.  She
kept stroking his shaft as he came, swallowing each spurt of his
emission.

When he finally stopped, she sat back and looked a him.  His eyes were
closed, a satisfied little smile on his face.

Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed his cheek.  She tugged him to
his feet.  He tucked himself into his pants as they walked toward the
door.

"See you in the morning," she whispered.

Melloy nodded, and stepped out the door.  He heard it close behind
him.

...........................................................

Bret Maverick slipped the key to his room in the lock.  He opened the
door.  The room beyond was dark.

He was used to moving in darkness, so he got undressed without
lighting the lamp.  He slipped between the covers on the bed, arched
and twisted his back to work out the kinks, and lay back on the
pillow.  He sighed heavily, blowing out the tension.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the hand snaked over his belly.

"Hello, sweetie," Crystal whispered.  "Did you forget about me?"

............................................................

Bart Maverick mounted the stairs, heading for his brother's room to
retrieve his carpetbag.  As he approached the door he paused; there
was a familiar sound behind that door, a creaking of bedsprings, heavy
breathing, soft moans.

Bart grinned.  He very quietly turned the knob, and the door opened.
He quickly and silently slid into the room and closed the door behind
him.

If anyone was better at moving in the dark than Bret, it was Bart.
Many times he had slipped into and out of his brothers' rooms in the
night while they slept -- or were otherwise occupied.

In fact, Bart's eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light that managed to
come in through the window.  He could see the man and woman in the
bed.  The woman was on top, nearly upright, using her legs to piston
herself on Bret's cock.

Bart found a chair in the corner and sat down, his eyes riveted to the
form on the bed.  The woman's breasts jiggled nicely as she bobbed up
and down.

She threw her head back; long hair slithered down her back, which
arched, thrusting her breasts upward.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed.  "Mmmmm."

She held herself still a moment, her body visibly vibrating.  Then she
slid forward, lying across Bret's chest.

Bret rolled them over so that the woman was now on her back.  He
reached down and put his elbows under her knees, and lifted her legs
up.  Bart could see Bret's cock slide deep into her again, as she
groaned appreciatively.

Bret was on his knees, holding the woman's hips up to his thrusts.

Bart silently opened his pants, releasing his cock and relieving the
pressure.  He stroked his cock slowly.

Bret grunted, and thrust deep into the woman's cunt.  Bart saw his ass
tighten.  Bret held still deep inside her as he came, then dropped her
ass back to the bed and slid up beside her.  Bart tucked himself back
into his pants.

They lay there cuddling until Bart cleared his throat.

Bret sat up quickly.  "Bart!"

"I just came for my bag, but I stayed for the show," Bart grinned at
him.

Bret reached over, struck a match, and lit the bedside lamp.  The
woman -- girl, actually, now that Bart could see better -- was the one
he had met earlier.  She turned over on her side, demurely resting one
arm over her bare breasts.

"Crystal told me all about the plan," Bart said, picking up his
carpetbag.  "Looks good."

"Did you get your own room this time?" Bret asked.

Bart nodded.  "They gave me yours by mistake... that's how I met
Crystal.  But I've straightened that all out, now.  Well, I'll be
going..."

"Wait a minute," Crystal interjected.  "There seems to be some
pressure here that needs to be relieved."

"Pressure?" Bart asked.

Crystal pointed at the bulge in the front of Bart's pants.  "Just call
me the safety valve," she grinned.  "C'mere."

Bart stepped over to the side of the bed.  Crystal reached up and
unfastened Bart's pants, and his nearly-erect cock popped out.  She
knelt on the bed, and put her lips to the head of his cock.

"Holy shit," Bart moaned.  "You really know what you're doing."

Her tongue expertly moved over the head of Bart's cock, as she gently
sucked, bringing him to full erection.  As her mouth worked over his
cockhead, she began to stroke his shaft with one hand, using the other
to support herself and keep from falling off the edge of the bed.

Bret just sat there, admiring his point of view.  Crystal's ass was
spread wide, hovering just over her feet as she worked on Bart's cock.
Soon Bret realized that other parts of his body had noticed the
display as well, because he had come to another full erection.

He moved around behind Crystal, then using both hands, lifted her hips
slightly, slid his cock into position, and slipped it into her wet,
hot hole.

Crystal gasped a little as Bret entered her, but fell back into her
rhythm quickly.  She continued to work Bart's tool professionally as
Bret thrust into her cunt.

Bart grunted; his body stiffened, and his cock ejected globs of semen
into the back of Crystal's throat.  Bart backed up a little.  Crystal
kept a grip on his cock, stroking it gently while Bret pumped her from
behind.

Bret pushed in deeply, pulling her hips toward his as he hissed
through his teeth.

His balls released another flow of come deep into her pussy.  Bret
opened his eyes to see his brother grinning at him.

"You picked a good one," Bart winked.  "Even if she's a bit young."

...........................................................

The next morning, Bret straightened his string tie as he descended the
hotel stairs to the lobby.  His eyes narrowed as he spotted Don Keno
standing below him.

"It's morning, Crud," Keno hissed.

"Indeed it is, Stubby."  Maverick almost grinned.

Keno began to fume.  "Don't call me that," he growled.  "Nobody calls
me that."

"That's not what I heard," Maverick snapped.  "Now, how shall we
settle this?"

"Settle what?  You owe me money."

"Tell you what.  I'll play you one hand of poker.  If you win, you get
five hundred dollars.  If I win, you release all of the girls you have
in your 'stable', and leave town."

Keno thought a moment, the effort showing on his face.  He shrugged,
"Why not?"

"Meet me in the tavern next door.  Five minutes."  Maverick turned and
walked toward the door to the street.

"Don't be late," Keno growled after him.

Bart Maverick watched the goings on from the top of the stairs.  When
he saw Keno leave, he motioned for Crystal to follow him, and silently
descended the stairs, across the lobby, and out the side door.

...........................................................

Bret sat at the table, his back to the wall.  Keno pushed through the
doorway, and strode to the table.

Keno sat down, and pointed at the deck of cards on the table.  "Toss
those out," he commanded.  "I want new cards."

Bret nodded.  "I would, too.  Bartender!"

The shirt-sleeved man behind the bar turned.  It was Bart.  "Yes,
sir?"

"A new pack of cards, please."

Bart bent over behind the bar, then straightened up and tossed Bret a
wrapped card-pack.

He handed the new deck to Keno.  "You shuffle.  I'll deal."

Keno opened the pack, removed the deck, and began to shuffle.  It was
obvious to Maverick that he was trying to look unprofessional at it.

After several shakings and shufflings, Keno set the deck on the table.
Maverick picked up the deck.  "Five card draw."  He dealt out the
cards, and set the rest of the deck on the table.

He picked up his hand, glanced at it, and pulled out three cards, and
set them on the table.

Keno studied his cards, pulled out one, and said, "I'll just take
one."

"Good hand, Stubby?"  Maverick's eyes twinkled.

"Are you sure you don't want to raise the stakes?"  Keno's smile was
sickeningly sweet.

Bret narrowed his beady eyes.  "I think I've made myself clear."  He
dealt one card to Keno, and took three for himself.  His brow creased
into a scowl as he looked at the cards.

"Four kings," Keno said, triumphantly, laying his cards on the table.

He stood up, his hand extended.  "That will be five hundred dollars,
Mr. Maverick."

"Don't you even want to see my cards?"  Maverick smiled slyly.  He lay
his hand on the table.  "I believe four aces beats four kings."

"NO!" Keno shouted.  "I won't do it!"

"Are you welching on your wager?" Maverick chided.  "Sit down."

"Another hand.  Double the bet."  Keno almost pleaded.

"How can you double your wager?"  Maverick leaned back in his chair.
"Now, if you were to add some cash..."

"Okay.  If you win, I release my girls, and pay you five hundred, and
leave town.  If I win, you owe me a thousand."

"I'm a little short on time," Maverick said, pulling out his pocket
watch.  "How about we just draw for high card?"

Keno grabbed the deck, and shuffled it, his expertise at cards
showing.

He set the deck on the table.  Maverick cut the cards.

"Draw first," Bret ordered.

Keno blew on his fingers, then reached for the pack.  He picked up
about a third of the cards, and turned them upwards.  "King of clubs,"
he grinned.

Bret reached over and picked up the top card and flipped it over.
"Ace of spades."

Maverick rose, towering over the shorter man.  "I believe you have
some bags to pack.  And I have a horse race to see."

"Wait," Keno sputtered.  "The race...  One last bet."

"I'm listening," Maverick said, in a deliberately low tone.  "Although
I doubt you have much room to wager in."

"What else could I wager?  More money?"

Maverick shook his head.  His eyes narrowed.  "Have you ever heard of
the term 'gelding'?"

Keno's eyes widened.  "You mean...?"

"You bet," Maverick grinned.  "You win, you take two thousand dollars.
I win, and I get the girls' release, five hundred dollars, and two
balls."

Maverick leaned on the table.  "You just took a bet based on a
one-in-thirteen chance.  You've got better odds in this race.  I'll
pick a horse, and you pick a horse.  Whichever horse crosses the
finish line first wins -- no matter which horse wins the race."

Keno nodded nervously.  "Agreed."

"Now, shall we go to the track?"

"You go ahead," Keno shivered.  "I'll meet you there."

...........................................................

Maverick stood beside the wooden fence, looking out at the track.  A
large man with a cigar strode up and stood beside him.

"Afternoon, Col. Clark," Maverick smiled.

"Beautiful afternoon," Clark smiled.  "Did you check out my
Pari-mutuel machines?"

Maverick nodded.  He produced a couple of tickets from his pocket.
"Marvelous system," he said.
...........................................................

"Melloy!"  Keno shouted.

The big man spun.  "Hush!" he hissed.  "Keno, you're not supposed to
be back here."

"You gotta help me," Keno said, huffing and puffing.  "You gotta tell
me who's going to win this race."

Melloy smiled.  "You looking for a sure thing?"

Keno nodded.

"There ain't no such thing.  There isn't any gold mine in this race."

"But who's gonna win?" Keno whined.  "A lot is depending on this."

"Look.  I'm training a pretty fine horse.  But if I were a betting
man..."

"Yes?  Yes?"

"Go with Aristides.  Probably the best horse in this race.  Other than
mine, of course."

"Thanks.  You're a ballsaver."

"A what?"

"Never mind.  See you later."  Keno dashed off toward the clubhouse.

...........................................................

"Keno," Maverick squinted as the smaller man arrived.  "I thought you
were welching on our bet."

"Never."  Keno shook his head.

Maverick handed Keno a sheet of paper.  "Here are the entries for the
Derby.  You pick first."

Keno looked over the names.  As he read, something Melloy said rang in
his head.

"Gold Mine," he said, firmly.  "My horse is Gold Mine."

"Very well," Maverick said.  "Now, mine is..."  He closed his eyes,
and swirled his finger over the paper.  He plunged his finger down,
opened his eyes, and read the name.  "Aristides."

...........................................................

Crystal stood beside Bart.  "Show me the card thing again," she said.

"Oh, all right," Bart said.  He held the deck in his left hand, an ace
of clubs showing on the top.

He slid his right hand over the deck, and the card was changed into a
queen of spades.

He passed his hand over it again, and it became the ace of clubs
again.

"I still didn't see it,"  Crystal whined.

"It's all in the hands," Bart grinned.

He slid his hand over the deck, and flipped four cards into Crystal's
hand.  She looked at them.  Four aces.

"How'd you do..."

"Never ask a prestidigitator the secrets of his profession," Bart
smiled.  "But I will tell you one thing... Bret's better at it than I
am."

"I do know he's got good hands," Crystal laughed.  "There is one thing
I wanted to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Where'd you get that hat?"

...........................................................

Bret presented his ticket at the betting window.  The clerk looked at
it, and at a list posted on his side of the wall.

He tore the corner off the ticket, counted out some money, and pushed
it across the windowsill.

Bret glanced at the stack of cash, then pushed it back across the
sill.  "Put this all on Aristides in the Derby race."

The clerk nodded.  He made out a new ticket and handed it to Bret.
Then he turned and turned the knobs on the machine behind him,
adjusting the odds.

Maverick watched with interest until the clerk turned again to the
window.  "Anything else, sir?"

"No, thanks."  Bart turned and walked away from the window.

As he approached the paddock area, he looked up to see Bart and
Crystal walking toward him.  Bart looked like he had dressed up for
the occasion, but he was hatless.  Then Bret noticed that Crystal was
wearing Bart's hat, with the addition of a long scarf.

"Nice hat," Bret grinned.

"Bart was nice enough to loan his to me.  I wouldn't want my skin to
get too dark in this sunshine,"  Carol smiled.  "Is everything set
up?"

"Perfectly.  Shall we?"  He crooked his arm and Carol slipped her hand
into it.  She glanced over at Bart, and he echoed the action on her
other side.  The three of them strolled toward the paddock.

...........................................................

Don Keno glanced both ways.  Although the barn area of the track
seemed to be busy, there was nobody within sight of him.

He slipped into the barn, and walked down the aisleway between the
stalls, checking the names of the horses chalked over the stalls.

Finding one marked "Gold Mine", he checked inside.  The horse stood
alone in the stall.

Keno stepped up to the horse, and patted its shoulder.  The horse
snorted and turned his head toward the intruder.

"Easy, boy," Keno breathed, reaching into his jacket pocket.  He drew
out two cubes of sugar and a brownish pill.  Holding them in his
flattened palm, he extended his hand towards the horse's nose.

The horse deftly lifted the two sugar cubes off Keno's palm with his
lips, leaving the pill.  He chewed them thoughtfully.

"Here," Keno whispered, offering the pill again.

Almost reluctantly, the horse took the pill and chewed it.

"That should speed you up some," Keno whispered.  "It's almost pure
caffeine."
...........................................................

'Big Jim' watched from a darkened corner as Keno sneaked out of the
barn.  He stepped out of the shadows, and nodded at the two men who
were hiding in the stall across the aisle.

They too came forth from their hiding place.

"Let's get Gold Mine out here," Melloy said.

"How stupid is that guy?" one of them asked.  "He didn't even notice
that horse was a mare."

One of the men led the mare out of Gold Mine's stall, and the other
tugged at the lead to a handsome colt, pulling him from the shadows of
another stall.

"C'mon, Gold Mine," Melloy grinned, rubbing the colt's shoulder.
"Let's go win us a horse race."

...........................................................

The colts were being saddled in the paddock.  The two Mavericks and
Crystal watched as 'Big Jim' led Gold Mine around to the grooms.

Crystal waved; 'Big Jim' nodded discreetly.

The horses were saddled quickly; the jockeys -- all of which were
black, Bret noted -- mounted, and made their way to the starting line.

As they walked out onto the track, Bart began to whistle.

Bret glanced over at him, smiled, and began to hum along.

Crystal listened for a moment to the tune they were performing.  "I
know that song... start over."  She began to sing, in a high, clear
voice:

     The sun shines bright
     On My Old Kentucky Home,
     'Tis summer, the darkies are gay.
     The corntops ripe
     And the meadow's in the bloom,
     And the birds make music all the day.

Several people around the Mavericks began to join in the song.

     The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
     All merry, all happy and bright.
     Bye and bye hard times come a knocking at the door,
     Then My Old Kentucky Home, good night.
     
By the time they reached the final lines, nearly the whole crowd was
singing.

     Weep no more, my lady.
     Oh, weep no more today.
     We will sing one song for
     My Old Kentucky Home,
     For My Old Kentucky Home far away.

In his private box, Col. Clark pulled out a notebook and jotted down,
"Hire a band - Old Kentucky Home."

...........................................................

The horses were lined up behind a flagged rope.  When they were all in
place, the flag dropped.

...........................................................

Don Keno slipped through the crowd, heading away from the track.  He
was almost through the gate when he felt the heavy hand on his
shoulder.

"The race is over, Mr. Keno.  It's time to pay your debt."

Keno looked up to see the face of 'Big Jim' Melloy.

"Jim -- you gotta let me go.  I've got to get out of here."

"No can do, Mr. Keno."  Melloy grinned, his teeth showing.  "Besides,
I ought to do it just for what you tried to do to my horse."

"Your horse lost," Keno whined.  "He came in LAST!"

"Exactly," Melloy growled.  "Which is why you've got to pay the
fiddler."

Melloy grabbed Keno's collar, and pulled him toward the horse barns.

...........................................................

Bret Maverick stood over the seated Keno.  "Are you ready to pay your
debt?"

"Isn't there any other way to pay this off?  I mean -- do you have
to..." Keno wheedled.

Bret shook his head.  He looked up at Bart, who was standing behind
the seated man.  Bart put his hands on Keno's shoulders, holding him
in the chair.

"All ready, Mr. Maverick," Melloy said.  He stood with a knife in one
hand, a pan of water in the other.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Bret asked.

"Well..." Melloy smiled.  "I've never done it myself, but I've seen it
done lots of times.  On horses, at least."

Keno whimpered.  "Please...?"

Crystal stepped up behind Melloy.  "Just do it.  Don't mind all that
whining.  He never paid any attention to ours."

The knife blade gleamed as Melloy stepped up in front of Keno.

...........................................................

Bret and Crystal stood outside the barn.

"I'm sorry," Crystal said.  "I didn't think I'd faint like that."

"No problem.  I was feeling a little queasy myself."

Melloy stepped out of the barn, the pan in his hand.

"What do you want to do with these?" he asked.

"What do you ordinarily do?" Maverick asked in return.

Melloy smiled.  He reached into the pan and picked up the bloody orbs,
turned and tossed them up on the roof of the barn.

Bart walked out of the barn.  "I think he'll sleep a while," he said.

"Free," Crystal breathed.  "We're free at last.  I can't wait to tell
the girls!"

...........................................................

Bret and Bart stood at the wharf, watching the steamboats, before
boarding their soon-departing ride down-river.

Bret kept looking up the bank; finally he smiled.  "Here she comes,"
he said.

Crystal bounced down the walkway, simply dressed and no makeup.  She
ran up to Bret and Bart, kissing each of them on the cheek.

Bret handed her a key.  "It's paid up until Saturday."

"Thanks guys," she smiled.  "Are you sure you won't stay for our
little party?  There's twelve girls up there who want to thank you --
personally."

Bart shook his head.  "I've GOT to get back out west.  This Ohio
Valley weather is wrecking my sinuses."

"Mine, too," Bret agreed.  "Besides, you need to console 'Big Jim' --
he's the one who lost his job.  We came out winners."  He reached into
his jacket pocket.  "Speaking of which, here's a little cash to tide
you over."

"Thanks again," Crystal smiled.  "If you're ever in town again..."

"We'll look you up."  Bart smiled.  "I think our boat's about to
leave."

Crystal kissed them both again and watched as they picked up their
bags and walked across the gangplank onto the Avalon.  Two men pulled
lines that raised the gangplank and swung it onto the deck.

The big wheel in the rear of the steamboat began to turn slowly,
pushing away from the wharf.  Crystal waved as it began to roll down
the mighty Ohio.

...........................................................

Crystal met 'Big Jim' in the lobby of the Galt House.

"Are you ready to be properly thanked?" Crystal grinned.

There was a strange expression on Melloy's face.  "Actually... um..."

"What?" Crystal asked.  "What's wrong?"

"Well,..." Melloy looked a little perplexed.  "It's just that what you
said -- er, promised -- was 'all the pussy I could handle'."

"Yeah -- so?"

Melloy turned and took Crystal into his arms.  Looking down into her
face, he said, softly, "I think I'm holding all the pussy I can
handle."

"Oh."  Crystal blushed, but her eyes twinkled.  "Then kiss me.  You
can propose later."

He kissed her; her lips parted and their tongues met.  Melloy felt a
tingling sensation as she melted against him.

She broke the kiss after a long moment.  Breathless, she whispered,
"Let's take this inside.  The girls will still want to express their
thanks... but it might not be in the manner they quite expected."

...........................................................

                         the end
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NOTES:  While I've taken some liberties with some of the traditions of
the Kentucky Derby, most of the historical data here is real.  The
first Derby was run on Monday, May 17, 1875.  It was also the opening
day of the new track, which was then called the Jockey Club.  The
track formally became "Churchill Downs" some years later.

I used the words Stephen Foster wrote for "My Old Kentucky Home", 
the words that would have been sung in 1875.  One word has been
changed to 'people' in the currently-used version to be politically
correct.

Back in the days when Westerns ruled television this program was
indeed a maverick -- a western with a sense of humor.

In the first few episodes, it was a fairly straight series about a
cardsharp and his adventures on the frontier.  Then a bored
scriptwriter slipped in some stage directions for James Garner to look
at someone with "his beady little eyes."  Garner thought this was
great fun, and played the scene for laughs.  It worked.  Soon the
entire series took on a satirical orientation.

James Garner was Bret Maverick.  But the workload of getting enough
episodes filmed was too great, and he was soon joined by his brother
Bart Maverick, played by Jack Kelly.  They alternated as the lead
character, but were sometimes seen together as well.

In 1960, Garner walked out on the series and the studio, demanding a
better contract.  Warner Brothers replaced him on the series by
introducing another Maverick, dapper Beau Maverick, played by Roger
Moore, a Texan who moved to England after the Civil War.

Still another brother, Brent, was brought in during the final season
in 1961.  A court held that Garner could not be held to his contract,
and Garner never returned to the series.

The original series spawned a couple of reunion tv-movies in later
years, two other series "The New Maverick" and "Bret Maverick", and a
theatrical remake with Mel Gibson in Garner's role.  Garner himself
played a sheriff in the movie.


While I don't recall the series actually specifying the year, I have
-- for reasons that will become evident -- set the story in 1875,
about two years after the events chronicled in my "Have Gun Will
Travel" story.  Some of the characters from that story appear in this
one.

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