A descendant of Spanish bloodlines, like mestenos, wild mustang offspring, DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO has the same spirit flowing from her mane of long, dark hair. She owns The Judas, the horse who rounds up the wild mustangs. A quarter of a mile from Cuero, there’s a wild rosebush. One red rose blooms. That is Dominga Rio. Some say that one red rose is a firecracker. When the mood hits her, she fires off an anvil ignited by gunpowder. It proves you can attract a lot of attention with a hot Spanish attitude and strong lesbian instincts.
Her Spanish ancestors didn’t have a cannon to fire off to defend the Texas Mission compound from the Apaches might they attack, so they stocked up on an arsenal of gunpowder and anvils.
In a gnarly fork, high up in the mulberry tree at her hacienda, there lives a serpent that never sleeps. That serpent would be the Texas media, more commonly known as THE RAIDER, a disreputable weekly gossip tabloid. They’re going to get Dominga Rio one way or the other, she’s somewhat of a celebrity.
The Shadow Wolves, American Indians with U.S. Customs have leased the Judas to track illegal immigrants and smugglers on Tohono O’odham Reservation land in Arizona. Whether the Judas is rounding up wild mustangs, tracking illegal immigrants, flushing out smugglers of illegal Cuban cigars in a rivalry of tabloid media and cockfighting, or commissioned by the Tick Riders to round up tick-infested cattle on the banks of the Rio Grande from Laredo to Del Rio, Dominga Rio isn’t far behind.
The Texas media thinks Dominga Rio of Cuero spends too much time on the road in her white 1966 Cadillac hearse following The Judas and his handler. Adventure, not wealth or vanity is what brings Dominga Rio out.
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Sage Sweetwater has published four lesbian pulp fiction dime-store novels with AuthorHouse, THE BUCKSKIN SKIRT OAR TRAVELER and FROM THE CONVENT TO THE RAWHIDE: THE SAGA OF SADIE CADE AND VI MONTANA. Sage released BLUE CORN WOMAN in December 2007 and DOMINGA RIO OF CUERO in March 2009, adapted to screen to be a motion picture. Her FOUR CORNERS SERIES stories are the flagship of STONE CREEK WOMAN, a medicine camp in Colorado's Western frontier. Stone Creek Woman leads other women across Colorado's western frontier to get themselves back into the primal element of life in an undiluted, natural environment.
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“La reata!” Dominga hollered to Gitana. Dominga swung the lariat in the direction of the duster whirling across the field. Someone with a venturesome spirit was coming on horseback.
“Jáquima!” Gitana hollered, swinging the hackamore. “How many of them are there?”
Sixty one horsemen—like those depicted in Western films of the past years!
Springs flow freely from the hacienda property, to feed cold, clearwater streams. Shaded with trees and plentiful water, this property was where the Indians blazed trails, followed by the Spanish padres, soldiers, pioneer settlers, cattleman, cowboys, and outlaws.
Standing in her well-washed Levi’s, Dominga closed her mouth. She was as tight-lipped as the whereabouts of the site where gunpowder was secretly manufactured for the Confederate armies. “They’re sure as hell not here for hominy making,” Dominga tells Gitana. “Holy Shit! Hanny Caulder, I hope they’re not the husbands of Bridgewater!” Dominga said, casting a fearful eye.
“Salaam Alaikum, Rio,” Gitana said.
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The Judas picked up the spores of these horsemen just like he spotted the tick crawling inside Chief Abiaka’s moccasin hanging in the crotch of that tree. The Judas stamped his foot for Chief Abiaka to warn him to shake his moccasin that morning. The Judas isn’t stamping his foot now. His instincts tell him these horsemen are not a curse, but a blessing. First impressions are always right. Always.