TEENAGE POW-WOW Everytime Winona Seventrees turned her back, she could feel the smouldering resentment of the "townies." Their hatred wasn't based solely on the fact that she was Indian, although that would have been sufficient. And it wasn't only because she had the courage to attend high school in town rather than remain on the reservation. No, her peers despised her most of all for refusing to adopt the fashion-code of the west. The male students swaggered around in their Clint Black costumes while the females pranced about in frizzy Reba hairdos and matching accessories. But Winona chose to be unpretentious and therefore unpopular in her plain bluejeans and flannel shirts. And unlike all those Indian kids before her, Winona was determined to buck the redneck high school social order and not be driven back to school on the reservation. The simple truth had nothing to do with the prevailing taste in dress. But rather, Winona's desire to attain a real education and an opportunity to prove herself outside the limits of an isolated Indian society. She didn't give a hang about what music the town kids listened to, and she ignored the catty remarks she heard about her straight black hair and lack of makeup. So, some of the townie girls in their stonewashed jeans and designer outfits decided to teach Winona a lesson. And that's when they came up with the idea to have Denise Wells "call Winona out." Denise was generally considered to be the roughest and toughest girl in Scofield high's senior class. She smoked Lucky Strikes in the parking lot between classes and could vertically crush a beer can in either hand. In the past, Denise had "whipped-ass" on a number of other social outcasts including a handful of wimpy male nerds. But even Denise hesitated at the suggestion of taking on Winona Seventrees. In fact, they had crossed paths before with neither girl actually inflicting any damage on the other. Early on, while still a sophomore, Winona encountered the corpulent dishwater blonde in the hallway between classes. Apparently, the bulky blonde was merely testing Winona as she threw herself in front of her. A brief shoving match ensued and Denise decided not to press the issue when Winona pushed as hard as she was shoved. When questioned as to why she hadn't simply decked the insolent Sioux, Denise mumbled something about how Winona wasn't worth risking possible expulsion. But the fear of being booted out of school had never mattered much to Denise in the past and so a rumor about Denise being afraid of Winona began to spread. That, and the townie conspiracy against Winona helped to fuel she showdown that would inevitably come. As far as Winona was concerned, Denise was simply another petty annoyance. Someone to be avoided, but certainly not to be feared. But the Indian girl had absolutely nothing to prove to Denise Wells or anyone else at Scofield High. Having been raised with three older brothers, Winona was secure in the knowledge that she could handle herself if necessary. And in her tenure at Scofield, she hadn't had one physical altercation as the townies recognized that this was one Indian girl who wouldn't backdown. Winona exuded a quiet confidence that combined with her natural muscularity and physical strength. And she routinely outperformed the other girls in gym class whether it was doing pushups or climbing a rope to the gym ceiling. She was both faster and stronger than the other girls, but made no effort to rub their faces in it. They could judge for themselves. And of course, that's why the other girls hadn't physically confronted her before. They must have realized that Winona was capable of handing them a pretty good beating. And even some of their cowboy boyfriends understood the inherent risks of antagonizing the Indian girl with the big arms and large, solid legs. Years of living on the reservation had physically hardened her. While her townie counterparts were shopping in the mall and watching TV, Winona was chopping wood in the forest and hauling water from an outside well. For recreation, she hunted deer and elk with her father or wrestled around with her brothers. And her brothers soon learned that Winona was definitely someone to be reckoned with as they frequently found themselves in one of her life- threatening scissor holds. In fact, her brothers reached the point where they would simply not wrestle with her. She had made believers out of them when her 25 inch thighs had actually cracked her oldest brothers ribs leaving him in the hospital for a week. And earlier, she had dislocated another brother's neck when her 15 inch bicep clamped down around his neck and she swung him to the ground in a headlock Winona attributed the tremendous power of her legs to years of bareback horse riding. As for her upper-body? Well, how many girls could carry a bull elk across their shoulders for ten miles? Well, Winona could. And that should explain why even someone with a reputation like Denise Wells was reluctant to challenge her one on one. Of course, Denise had a clear advantage in terms of size. And at 5- 9, she literally dwarfed Winona who barely stood 5-4. Denise also weighed at least 160 pounds in contrast to Winona's 130. But the key difference was quality. And Winona's 130 pounds were tightly distributed as opposed to Denise's rather flabby 160. And Denise must have been concerned that size alone would not determine the outcome of a fight, because when she came gunning for Winona, she brought some help. This help came in the form of Paula Douglas, another bad-girl with a reputation for meanness. Nearly as tall as Denise, Paula weighed about 150 pounds and eagerly agreed to back Denise up. Together, these teenage tough-girls must have figured that Winona wouldn't stand a chance. After all, they were pitting their combined 300 plus pounds against a single and much shorter girl. How could they lose? But still, neither Denise or Paula intended to take any unnecessary risks. And so they devised an ambush strategy to make certain that Winona would be ground into the dirt once and for all. The attack finally came while Winona was walking across the football field on her way to the bus stop. Paula was the first to rush out from behind the football bleachers where the two tough-girls were hiding. And the surprise attack seemed to be working without a hitch as Paula soon had the Indian girl's arms twisted behind her back in sort of double chickenwing. Winona struggled fiercely and had almost freed herself from Paula's grasp when she was suddenly punched in the stomach by Denise. Winona dropped to her knees as Denise grinned down at her. Then, while Paula held her arms, Denise alternated punches to Winona's head and belly. The tough-girls taunted Winona and then Denise began to slap Winona with stinging backhands. The slapping must have been a catalyst for the Indian girl's rebound as she leaped into the air, kicked both legs straight out and caught Denise squarely in the chest. Big Denise staggered backwards clutching at her throbbing chest. While almost simultaneously, the forward thrust of Winona's legs sent Paula toppling over onto her back. Suddenly, Paula found herself grappling with Winona as they rolled about on the grass of the football field. But Winona soon overpowered the bigger girl as she wrestled Paula onto her back, straddled her chest and then punched her sharply several times to the face. Paula's head bounced hard off the turf, the punches dazing her. And Winona wasted no time in moving up higher on Paula's chest, pinning her in a school-boy press. Then, Winona remembered Denise and glanced back over her shoulder. But all she could see was the distant figure of Denise streaking down the football field in obvious retreat. Turning back to the business at hand, Winona looked down into Paula's helpless face. Her mouth was bleeding, and she was bucking hard in an effort to dislodge Winona from her chest. But the tough-girl wasn't going anywhere as Winona playfully slapped at Paula's cheeks. "I'd rather be doing this to your friend, but I guess you'll have to do," Winona sighed. And she continued to slap at Paula's face just hard enough to humiliate her. Somehow, Paula succeeded in freeing one of her arms that had been trapped beneath Winona's knee. Then, tearing desperately at the Indian girl's hair, Paula made a fateful mistake. Her errant hand also managed to shear several buttons from Winona's shirt. But Winona only laughed as she calmly removed her flannel shirt and tossed it aside. Paula could only stare up in awe as she beheld Winona's bronzed and muscled torso. Her thick arms, broad shoulders and firm chest were accentuated by a white bra. "Look, I'll tell you what," Winona laughed. "I'll take off my shirt, if you'll take off yours. Besides, I'd like to see what you've got under there." And it took only a few seconds for Winona to strip Paula's shirt from her struggling body. "OOOPS, I didn't mean to ruin it," laughed Winona as she held Paula's shreaded shirt in the air. And then, Winona did something entirely unexpected as she freed her foe and quickly hopped back to her feet. "C'mon, get up. I'm ready for a fair fight now." But Paula didn't appear at all anxious to accept the challenge. "C'mon, get up. Or do I have to come back down there?" Finally, overcoming her fear, Paula rose to her feet and faced Winona who patiently waited with hands on hips. Now, in bras and bluejeans, they would fight on equal terms. But the big girl wouldn't remain standing long as Winona took her in a headlock. Paula whimpered and squirmed as Winona bore down on her neck before whipping her back to the ground. Not content to merely work the headlock, Winona wrestled Paula over onto her back. Moments later, Paula found herself spread-eagled as Winona applied a grapevine hold. The pressure of Winona's powerful legs threatened to rip Paula's knees from their sockets as the grapevine pinioned her legs far apart. But the worst part of Paula's plight was having her face hugged into Winona's chest to the point of suffocation. Paula pounded the grass with her palms as the white girl conceded not once, but several times over before Winona ended her suffering and released the hold. Clearly, the tough-girl had had enough as she lay motionless in the grass while Winona retrieved her shirt and wiped it over her sweat-soaked face and bra. Winona realized that this had been but a minor skirmish in what would soon be an all-out war with Denise. The instigator of the ambush had gotten away, but Winona was determined to track her down and punish her for the cowardly attack. Word of Paula's drubbing spread quickly through the halls of Scofield High. And Winona wondered why Denise remained curiously absent for almost an entire week. Finally, Denise returned to school on a Friday morning. Buzzing with anticipation, the entire school was firm in its belief that Denise would at long last humble the upstart Indian once and for all. But tough-girl Denise didn't seem terribly willing to settle the issue when Winona cornered her in the girl's locker room following last period gym. It well And it well could be that Denise would not have fought Winona at all had it not been for the verbal cajoling of some of the other girls who demanded that Denise stand and fight. Winona was indeed an intimidating sight in her blue gym shorts and bra, and she served warning to the others that she would brook no interference. The vocal group of girls soon dispersed as Winona made it clear that she and Denise would settle their differences without an audience. "THIS IS BETWEEN DENISE AND ME. BUT IF ANY OF YOU WANT OF PIECE OF ME LATER, THEN STICK AROUND." And Winona watched in amusement as the other girls scuttled quickly out of the locker room. Denise actually gulped in fear as she realized that there was no way out this confrontation. "So, what'll it be? Do we fight right here? Or do we take it out in the gym on the mats?" asked Winona as she folded her muscular forearms across her chest. "The gym's fine with me," Denise replied. "But it's gotta be a fair fight," she added quickly. Winona suddenly felt a laugh coming on as she thought about dirty-fighter Denise asking for a fair fight. "Fine with me. What're the rules?" "Well, no sissy stuff like slapping, pulling hair, biting, that sort of thing." "That's okay by me," said Winona as she gave Denise a warning look. "But you'd better follow your own rules. 'Cause if you break any of your own rules, I'll make you pay." The big dishwater blonde spat on the floor and glared at Winona with undisguised hatred. "Don't threaten me. Just 'cause you beatup Paula, don't think that means shit to me," she said with surprising confidence. "Okay, let's do it," said Winona calmly. Once on the mats, the stocky Indian began to work her psychology on Denise and went through a quick limbering routine that included much bicep-flexing. The tough-girl pretended not to notice as Winona pumped her massive biceps for her benefit. "Anytime you're ready," Winona said. And she waited rather annoyed as Denise took her time tying the laces on her gym shoes. Of course, Winona preferred fighting in bare feet as she felt it would allow her to outmaneuver her opponent. Then, as if to catch the Indian by surprise, Denise lowered her head and charged Winona like a bull. And sure enough, she tackled Winona around the waist as her 160 pounds came down on top of her. The force of the tackle actually knocked the wind from Winona's body as the big girl surprised Winona even more by securing a strong headlock. Wisely using her weight advantage, Denise planted her body across Winona's chest and forced the smaller girl to fight both her weight and the power of the headlock. Squeezing with everything she had, Denise leaned over and whispered into Winona's face. "How about it? You had enough?" But Winona only giggled at this premature question as she wriggled free of the headlock and jumped back to her feet. Once more, Denise came charging across the mat, but this time Winona was prepared. And she gracefully slid behind Denise, wrapped a powerful forearm around her neck and then leaped onto the big girl's back. Then, scissoring Denise's body, Winona squeezed and squeezed until the big girl slumped to the mat. Writhing on her back between Winona's rock-hard thighs, Denise felt another stab of pain as Winona's forearm forced her chin back. The painfulness of the bodyscissors and chinlock soon had Denise panting and moaning. Finally, sensing that the end was near, Denise somehow worked her head loose and managed to sink her teeth into Winona's arm. Shrieking in pain, Winona released the scissors and scrambled to her feet. But now, there was blood not only on Winona's arm, but in her eyes as well. Literally chasing Denise across the gym, Winona finally trapped her against the bleachers. Forgetting the rules of fair-play, Winona began banging away at the big girl's breasts. Denise cried out as punch after wicked punch sank wrist-deep into her bust. Then, covering her chest protectively with her arms, Denise left another target wide open, and Winona sent countless straight rights into her kisser followed by endless left hooks to the face. The onslaught was brutal as Denise's mouth turned into a mass of blood under Winona's barefisted barrage. The tough-girl's nose bled profusely and looked as though it had been badly broken. Realizing that Denise was nearly out on her feet, Winona prolonged the punishment by resuming the breast beating. PHLOMP, PHLOMP, PHLOMP, Winona began landing vicious uppercuts to the big girl's tits. Bruised and aching, the blonde's big tits came flopping out of her bra and Winona whacked away at them like miniature speedbags. SCHTK, SCHTK, SCHTK, her exposed tits became swollen like red balloons as Winona's punches raised ugly welts. Only the wall held Denise upright as the painfulness of the beating was simply too much even for the toughest girl in town. At last, Winona felt satisfied that she had more than evened her score with Denise Wells. Feeling a tinge of remorse for having beaten her foe so ruthlessly, Winona carried the unconscious tough-girl from the gym like a sleeping babe in arms. And she even called the paramedics.