FreeCatFights

the time  1870's...the place: cattyville  somewhere in the southwestern   usa
a crossroads between yesterday and tomarrow. a place where people come looking for a better future. a place where people leave with broken dreams
if they can leave at all.
a place different than other towns of the era,in cattyville it's the ladies that
have the influence and power. but much like other towns of the time a place
filled with conflicts... and the ladies of cattyville know  how to solve their conflicts.so come and stay a while   all are welcome  ...

part-1....iv'e been riding for almost a week now..misty and i decided to split up
3 days after the bank job in barksdale..in hopes of dividing and losing the posse
with plans to meet up in cattyville for some fun and to plan our next hit.
it's been 3 days since  and iv'e not seen signs of anyone still on my trail.
i sit on my  golden palomino  gambler .on the hillside over looking  the town.
stroking his white mane i lean fowards and whisper in his ear  we ve made it boy.
i hope misty has. that she is already here,or will join us soon.. shes a bitch
but i'd rather have her on my side then against me.a little worry ment creeps into my mind maybe it would have been better to stay togeather...pffft  what
am i thinking  no one can catch her unless she wanted them to she is fine.
i raise up in my saddle  wearing my buckskin  shirt and matching pants.my boots
strong in my stirrups..pushing my hat backwards  down my back the string riding upunder my chin..a light wind blows through my long dark hair.

i prod gambler with my feet.lets go boy as we move slowly towards the town.
we pass the church on the outskirts.asong drifting out through the open windows.voices in unison singing"we will come rejoicing bringing in the sheeves"
sunday i guess..we move slowly down main street now.nothing much going on.

looking left then right i see the "hb mercantile on the left" next to it hu mangs laundry. and then a little further down the cattyville cafe.a little further down
is what draws my most attention.the town bank..with stormblot the propeiter
further down and on the coner is what appears to be the blacksmith shop.
looking to the right i see the the wire shop.a place called the pariah bitches
the hotel i guess. next to that big devil saloon.around the coner i see the sheriffs office.the town hall and something that makes my blood run cold.
a u.s. mashals office something i did'ent expect. and down on the far coner  going out of town a large building called the silk stockings club..probably the town brothel.
i bring gambler to the hitching post in front of the hotel hope they have some rooms open.i slide from my saddle.and notice the sheriff a  a blonde girl the watching me our eyes meet as she crosses the dusty street towards me
a slight wind blows causing a dust devil to blow down the street.i stop and watch as the sherif comes closer.

busty tiffany's turn here}

"Misty. Lexi. Hmmm, now these two sure look like a pair of troublesome varmints.."   

The large WANTED poster in my gloved hands reveals the photographs of two very lovely women, with some bold text beneath their pictures promising one handsome reward to anyone who captures them. Alive, that is. The poster was dropped onto my desk this mornin', byway of Barksdale, which is a good two or three days worth of travel from ol' Cattyville. The good folks over at Barksdale can usually handle their own, so it's bit surprising when they let a pair of outlaws slip thru their borders. Then again, these two aren't just any regular sort of outlaws. They're two of the most notorious bitches around these parts, or so they say. Been hearin' a lot about these two harlots recently, and how they take what they want, do whatever they like, and that nobody can stop em' or catch em'. Well, that's nice and all, but not real original. I've been dealin' with outlaws like these brats for a long time now, bad women and men who all have that nasty reputation followin' em around like the scent of maneuver on your horses' hooves. And they all end up sharin' the same fate, hogtied in my jail cell.

My rapt green eyes studies the pictures for a moment longer..Lexibabe and her lil' pal Mistycats. As dangerous as they seem, they sure are a pair of lookers..lovely ladies for sure, but their damn fine looks ain't foolin' me. They may not look so bad, but I can spot a devious minx a mile away, and these two have that look about em' that just screams that they're gonna be a handful. Nothin' I can't handle, I reckon.

With a sigh I toss the piece of paper onto my desk, my hand reaching for my cowgirl hat, putting it on as I rise to my feet and saunter over to my office window which overlooks Main street. It's turned out to be an awfully quiet, sort of a lazy kinda day, so I kept my wavy, voluminous platinum hair down so it hangs to my shapely waist behind my shoulders. The Marshal hasn't returned yet, I figure she'll be outta town til the end of the week. That damn woman's been on my case about how I need a deputy, and if I don't pick one soon she'll pick one for me. Well, at least I don't have to worry about her for the next couple of days. Those troublesome brats over at the Silk Stocking Club have been behavin' themselves, thank goodness. The bank and saloon's been running smoothly as well, no trouble brewin' there. Tho I did hear something about a drifter who's checked into the hotel very recently. That new girl over at the blacksmith's now comes to mind. Now she's a sweet lil' thing, but there's something about her that I can't put my finger on.. Don't know what to make of it, really, maybe I oughta pay that girl a visit today, get to know her. Been getting reports of Indians sighted along our town borders, too. Maybe I oughta ride out to Jo's ranch and see if she's seen anything unusual. Tho, I don't know if she'll give me the time of day. That there's another girl with trouble written all over her. Her and I, we get along just fine, and then there are days, plenty of days, when we don't.

A part of me kinda hopes that she won't play nicely, in fact that part of me wants something, anything, to start kickin' up a storm today. It's been far too quiet in a regularly 'busy' town like this and while upholdin' the law is of the utmost importance, ya can't blame lil' ol' me for wantin' a bit of excitement.

I turn back to my desk and grab two coiled up lassos, attaching them to the belt slung low on my shapely hips so they hang alongside my holstered silver six-shooters. The sunlight streaming in thru the window bounces off the shiny sheriff star pinned over the right lapel of my undone vest. A white corset and matching skirt hug my firm breasts and smooth hips, while black fishnets run up my strong, toned legs and white cowgirl boots adorn my feet. White gloves, my holsters and a pink bandanna knotted around my neck complete my attire. The old floorboards creak beneath my boots as I move to the door of the office, stepping out into the hot sunlight. Scanning the mostly empty, dusty street, I wander on over to my horse when something catches my eye. A howling breeze pushes by me and kicks up some dust, and I squint my eyes and stare across the road. Someone's rode into town, someone who looks real familiar.. My eyes widen, a smirk lights up my face.

"Well, I'll be.."

I watch the trim girl in a buckskin shirt and pants slide off her golden horse in one smooth motion, watching her carefully as she turns to notice me. There's a fair bit of distance between us but there's no doubt as to who this newcomer is. I lick my lips and make my way toward her, a look of confidence etched onto my face, never taking my eyes off of this dark-haired lady. She stands her ground, waiting for me to get close.. And I get real close, enough so that when I stop walking I'm standing about a foot or two across from her. My right hand moves subtly over to the handle of my six-shooter, my left hand visibly caressing the coiled up lasso on my left hip. My eyes locked dead onto hers.

"Howdy, ma'am. I'm Sheriff Tiffany, an' it's a real pleasure to meet ya.. I reckon I haven't seen ya around these parts..tell me somethin', sugar. Did ya enjoy your stay over at Barksdale?"

.i'm exhausted as i  step off gambler..all i want to do is take a bath. have a meal
find a room  and sleep for about 3 days..i see the sheriff shifting her attention to me..i hope  that she does'ent recognize me.. i try to act as if i dident notice her..hitching gambler to the post..good boy  as i rub the large  spatch of  hair
humming "i come from ala-bammey,with a banjo on my knee" he lowers his head loving it.
i hear the footsteps  but the voice startles me.. i jump slightly.. turning to see
the sheriff  just inches from me.. my heart races. steady don't panic} i tell myself..the sheriff her  bright green eyes looking me over..i can tell there is some slight recognitation...for her.. i have to admit so far as sheriffs go. she is a looker..long blonde hair the body of a goddess..and the look that she could handle anything that comes her way.
barksdale? nu..no.. sheriff  can't say that i have... in fact  i hav'ent been to
that cow hole of a town in  ohhh... months... iv'e just  came from  waxcross.
i've been on the trail  for almost a week now, just looking for a good meal anda few days rest sheriff.
we stand silently looking each other over..i really don't want any trouble just yet.the silence is broken by a loud crash and a shriek,then another shriek.more crashing sounds,and laughter coming from the saloon.we both turn and look.
the sheriff with a look on conscernation on her face mutters something
starts for the saloon at a fast pace.
taking a deep breath glad her attention is taken away from me.i watch as she stops at the saloon entrance then walks in.this sheriff is going to be a problem.
i mutter to myself "misty where are you".i turn and walk to the hotel hope they have a room.
busty tiffany turn here}..

I let the girl's words fade into silence, slowly folding my arms below my ample chest as I eye her carefully. I don't believe her story at first..she just looks too much like the lady in that Wanted poster for me to ignore..but a bit of doubt pokes at my suspicions, as I mentally review the way she reacted to my presence. She seems a lil..jumpy, nervous almost..like she's hidin' something, or maybe lying thru her stinkin' teeth..or maybe she really was on the trail for the past week, maybe this lil' lady isn't the 'Lexibabe' that looted that bank over in Barksdale. Just some weary traveler from Waxcross lookin' for a good meal and a warm bed. I reckon anyone would act a tad bit jumpy if the first person that greeted em' after a long ride was a Sheriff accusin' them of being to a place they haven't been to.

"..Hmm, well my apologies, ma'am. Folks have been wanderin' on over from Barksdale lately, figured you were one of em'."

We stand in silence for a moment more, my eyes still hard and trained on hers. I'm not totally convinced that she ISN'T the infamous Lexibabe. It's probably best if I take her back to my office, get another look at that poster. Then abruptly, a loud noise shatters the silence between us, followed by a few shrieks and laughter and sounds of stuff breaking. My eyes quickly turn to the saloon where all the commotion is comin' from.

"What in the world.." I mutter to myself as I turn toward the building, not wanting to deal with what's brewing in that saloon just now as I have potentially one of the most infamous bank robbers standing right in front of me. But those shrieks didn't sound so good, and whatever fighting is going on in there should get broken up. With a sigh, I stride toward the saloon, the look on my face non too pleased. Before I move into the local waterin' hole I cut the newcomer one quick glance, taking note that she's heading off toward the hotel. I'll be seein' ya real soon, darlin'..I think to myself as I push thru the swinging doors of the saloon.

"Well now, ain't this somethin'."

My voice carries across the darken, somewhat crowded bar. There's a table with several chairs that have been tossed over and lay sprawled on the floor, along with shattered glass and pools of spilled liquor. The patrons of the saloon are all riled up, some lookin' mighty upset, others still laughing merrily. My voice gathers everyone's attention and there's a strained silence that immediately kicks in. All eyes dart toward me as I scan the room, hands on my shapely hips, lips pursed into a frown and my narrowed eyes barely visible beneath the tip of my hat. I can hear the hushed whispers and spot the worried glances as I saunter into the bar, the heels of my boots clicking loudly on the worn floorboards.

I was expectin' to find a bunch of rowdy Silk Stocking Girls causing trouble as usual as they always kick up a ruckus here. But so far all I see are a bunch of regulars..then, I blink when I spot a very pretty blonde standing by the mess of tables and chairs. I reckon that's the new town blacksmith, Cindy. Wonder what she's doing here, shouldn't the kid be off layin' iron? Then, my eyes are drawn past her, to another woman, over by the bar on the other side of the scattered chairs and toppled over table. She's one alluring, exotic lookin' lady, and another newcomer whom I haven't ever seen before around these parts..looks like a tough filly, a tall one too, and real easy on the eyes.. Could she be the one who's been throwin' furniture around? These two ladies immediately stand out from the rest of the small crowd, and I figured they were the ones who started this ruckus. I let out a sigh and glance at the both of them, lookin' none too pleased.

"Now now, children. Ya'll mind explainin' yourselves? What's all this ruckus about?"

(Over to ya'll, Cindy or Paula :) )

It's been a long rough ride from Barksdale after the bank job for me. Not having seen my partner Lexi since we split up. Hoping she hasn't had the trouble following her that I have. I sit astride my black stallion Bullet as I near the top of the hill overlooking Cattyville. My mind drifting back to what happened on the ride here, a pity really what had to happen to the lowly sheriff that was chasing me. A small smirk coming across my lips as I still remember her screams of pain and agony. To be honest, I enjoyed what I did to her, and she deserved every single bit of it for trying to catch me. I finally top the hill as I pull on the reigns, making Bullet slow to a stand. Looking over the dusty town where I am supposed to meet Lexi, seeing the sign "Cattyville" hanging from a couple of loose boards, a few holes in it showing this town isn't the friendliest around. I lean over and stroke Bullet's head, purring at him, "I bet you're ready for a drink boy. Come to think of it, I am too."

I make my way slowly down to the town, feeling the wind blowing across my body as I do. Riding atop Bullet and looking over, seeing Gambler hitched up outside the hotel and smiling, knowing my partner is here safely. I dismount Bullet and tie him up to the hitching post. Watching as he bends his head to get a much needed drink after the long ride. My eyes scan the town, seeing there's not much to it, and it will surely be a pushover for when Lexi and myself decide to wreak havoc on it. I hear the music coming out of the saloon and that's exactly where I'm heading. My throat dry, itchy, scratchy from the dust blowing around on my ride here. I slowly stride across the dirt road, my black cowboy boots making small prints in the dust. My body clad in a pair of jeans so tight they appear painted on, along with a white button up shirt, black cowboy hat, and a black trench coat.

I push the swinging doors to the saloon open and everyone turns to look. My eyes cut around the room like daggers, scanning quickly for any signs of trouble as everyone appears to stare at me. Maybe the recognize me, maybe they don't, either way, I strut into the place like I own it. My hips shifting with the fluidity of a snake. Just then I look up, seeing a familiar face, one that I'm sure doesn't like seeing me. Cindy. Her eyes lock with mine and I notice all the color run from her face. I just smirk, remembering what I did to her in the back alley Gabonville. The cries, yelps, moans, all coming from her lips. She looks away, and it's good for her that she did, because I'm in no mood to be messed with, just like any other day. I reach the bar and order a whiskey from the bartender. Noticing she is cute, shapely, and probably alot of fun. I down the shot with ease, feeling it sooth my throat in just the way I like it.

I notice some chatter now in the saloon, hearing a few rumbles and I hear someone speak up, "I think that's her. I think that's Misty." I sneer as I turn around, noticing that whoever said it doesn't have the guts to say it when I'm looking. A bold lass stands up, clearly showing the signs of someone who thinks she should be respected around here. Around her hip is a gun and I notice a couple of notches in her belt, clearly the signs of the business she has done before. My eyes lock on hers, pulling back my trench coat to reveal my six shooter resting on my hip. My hand moving over my holster, middle finger twitching as I see her hand moving slowly towards hers. I hiss with venom in my voice, "Sugar I'm not looking for trouble. But if you're even thinking about skinning that heater on your hip, you'll be visiting the undertaker sooner rather than later." The look in my eyes tells her I mean it, and she promptly sits back down. I turn back to the bar, ordering another shot as my eyes look over at Cindy. Noticing she's not looking at me at all, obviously not wanting another run in with me.

(Over to Lexi)

i stand in front of the hotel ,and take another look back,as the sheriff  pushes through the swinging doors.ummm yessss that sheriff is going to be a problem
i think to myself..maybe a worthy adversary finally.my upper lip curls up in a smirk. humming to myself "ohh sus- anna-ohh don't you cry or me,i come from ala-bammey with a banjo on my knee.
walking through the door,i take a quick look around.across the room is the large front desk.across the back wall is a large shelf containig the room keys and slots for messages.across the top of the shelf is a large sign reading "welcome to pariah bitches"strange name i think to myself i continue to look around,the lobby is empty except for the two women behind the big desk.
i scan the room quickly its nice  two chairs and a table on each side of the room
in front of each window. a small couch against the wall to the right.a bookcase
against the wall to the left. nice i think not like most of the flea traps i v'e had to stay in.probably the newest building in town.
i stride up to the large service desk..mostly empty except for the large sign in book and a bell.umm excuse me  i'd like a room.the girl turns and looks at me.a large heavey set girl with blonde hair.pretty.but with a look that says she's not one to mess with.why yes we have rooms she begins,"don't forget about thegirls of the  B.JAY, they will be in this weekend" she apparantely had been working on the books she walks to the desk a medium sized girl with short dark hair with the look that she  had been on some peyote highs,well heel iv'e been on some of those myself.
just one room ? she ask..no.i have a friend coming to town,i'd like to reserve one for her to.that will be impossible we only have one room left but it has a double bed the peyote dark hair girl says.that will be fine i answer
.how long will you be staying the blonde girl ask?ohh i'm not sure maybe a week
and id like to take a bath also.that will be an extra dollar the dark hair girl says.
thats fine..so what is this BIG.JAY.
its the biggest  ranch in the area the blonde girl says.and joann  runs it  she inherited it from her father..maybe you have heard of her shes also a famouss rodeo star around here.
you don't mean THE JOANN? ohh you've heard of her ask the brunette girl?
umm no,never heard of her.or the BIG.JAY.i take the key and start for the stairs.
and what is your name miss? the brunette girl ask.i stop and look back  some call me LEXIBABE.i walk up the stairs to the room open the door and walk in
my eyes adjust to the light of the room it is nice to large beds and a wash basina wardrobe cabinet..couple of chairs and a closet.
i drop my bag on the floor.and flop on one of the beds it feels comfortableafter a few minutes i walk back to the lobby.then i'm guided back to the wash room
after a long and relaxing hot bath i change into some clean clothes.i whitebutton up cotton blouse and jeans and boots. i stand and look at myself in the mirror a smile crosses my face.putting on my buckskin jacket and hat
i decide to go out and look around a little more and have some dinner.
i walk out of the hotel and see bullett misty's horse hitched next to mine
i stop and rub his neck  hi boy glad to see you.i look around but dont see misty.then i look at the saloon the only place she would be.. what the hell i need a drink to, i walk across the street to the saloon .stoping at the swinging doors i look in,the sheriff has  left   good  i think to myself looking down he side walk i see two tall dark haire girls one seems upset the taller one seems to be trying to calm her down.they look up,,we nod ,then i turn walking into the  saloon,walking to the bar..i'll have a  sassphrilla barkeep.a what he ask with a chuckle>..you heard me i answer  my brown eyes  burnin a hole into him yes  mam/
i turn and look over the bar i see misty standing near a table  seems she is talking with a blonde girl  i kind of recognize..taking my drink i walk up behind her..hi babes glad you made it.lets  set over here we have some things to talk over.

paula and amber enter here..

i notice misty talking to another blonde girl setting at one of the back tables.
i finish my drink ,i walk up behind misty as i come closer i can tell that she is;ent having  just a pleasant conversation with this girl. the other blonde looks familar but i can't remeber her name.
hi  misty.she jumps startled at t he sound  of my voice.glad to see that you made it here we need to talk.finding an empty table in the far coner  we set.
glad to see you babes i was kind of worried,about spliting up..we chat misty telling me of her encounter with the sheriff of barksdale  on the way here and how she disposed of the bitch..a cruel smile on my face wish i could have seen that.
speaking of bitches  the sheriff here looks like the queen of all bitches. had a brief encounter with her when i first arrived  i think she recognized me..she is going to be trouble but nothing we can't handle  babes ,misty smiles  and nods
in agreement.
i got us a room over at the hotel,you can go over an d freshen up  when your ready.then we can take a walk around town  looking at  targets.the hotel itself could be a ripe target.a couple of peoyote using looking gals run it plus they are expecting a full house  some  bitch that runs a big ranch and some of her girls will be coming into town. sounds like plenty of money coming in.
the merchantile, telegraph office and the brothel look like good targets to
but the bank is the one i want most of all it's the largest one in the territory.
looking around the one i notice the two brunette girls standing close togeather
are watching us. the taller girl obviously a saloon girl seems to be fascinated bwithme. the shorter of the two just has that umm sneaky  look you can usually spot a gambler and con-girl.from a mile and this girl wore it like a crown of gold.
the taller girl walks over uninvited taking a seat asking  anything she can get for us.feeling the girls press against me her hand rubbing down my arm and down across my lower back and hip. looking her over she is quiet beautiful
and it's not unpleasant.i glance at misty as she glowers at the girl, lol i love it when misty is jealous.but i know what this girls is up to her and the gambler are probably working togeather.
suddenly the swinging doors of the saloon bang open.a  tall blonde girl bust in.
she stands looking around the room  like she owns the place and that we are all her pony girls. she looks like the kind of girl that always  given what she wanted  the kind  i jut loved to take down.although i have to admit she is stunning.
the saloon girl's body tenses as she leansagainst me, all of her attention is focused on the blonde girl i can hear a hisss escape  her lips.i smile over at misty her eyes are sparkling  things maybe about to get interesting.

misty,cindy,or paula  can take it from here

"Hmm.." I look Cindy over a bit more closely. The new blacksmith is one of the prettiest gals I've laid my eyes on, that much is for sure. But there's a lot more to this blonde beauty that rattles me a bit..there's this look in her eyes that makes me believe she's seen her fair share of problems in the past. She seems like a good kid, what kinda troubles could she have possibly run into? "Awright sugar, if ya say there ain't gonna be any trouble here, then I oughta be on my way."

I nod at Cindy and leave her to her drink, then I  give the saloon a sweeping glance before turning on my heel to leave. Loud piano music follows me out as I push thru the swinging doors and step out of the saloon, walking onto the dusty street again. I look over at the hotel, still keen on checkin' out this newcomer who rode in on that golden palomino, but first I need to patrol the rest of the town.

I walk past my office/jailhouse and cross by ol' Town Hall, then after that I pass by the Marshal's office, ending up on the outskirts. Alls quiet and calm with no trouble in sight. My eyes glance over to the outlying hills surrounding the town, and I can just barely make out Jo's ranch settled in the distance. That's when a lewd whistle abruptly catches my attention, and I roll my eyes as I turn to the large building sitting right on the Cattyville border. A small group of alluring young ladies of the night are lined up along the front of the ol' Silk Stocking Club. The wolfish whistle came from one of the girls, barely dressed in soft, pink silk with a devilish grin fixed on those luscious, glossy lips.

"Well, well, hello there, Sheriff," the girl calls out as she leans over the wooden rail of the building's front deck, her lovely 'assets' threatening to spill out of that scandalous dress of hers. "Finally decided to come see me, honey?"

"Hush up, kiddo. I got no business with ya," I snap at her while the other girls giggle. "I'm just finishin' up my patrol, is all."

"Awww.." The girl mockingly pouts, grinning wickedly a second later. "All work and no play for our good ol' Sheriff.. Well honey, my offer still stands. Only for you.."

She winks at me and slowly licks her delicious rosy red lips, and suddenly my mind fills with thoughts of what she could do with that mouth... "Right," I hiss, shaking my head in annoyance as the Silk girls giggle some more. I'm about ready to leave, when I stop in my tracks, and turn to them again. "..have ya'll ever heard of two outlaws by the names of 'Lexibabe' and 'Mistycats?"

The giggling stops, and the Silky in pink perks up a bit from her perch behind the rail. "Now there's a pair of stone-cold foxes! Heard they robbed Barksdale blind just a few days ago, and did some real nasty things over in Gabonville.."

"Blackwater too," another Silky chimes in, "and Natasha's told me these rumors about how they nailed the banks over at Hawksfield and Putana...oohh, I even heard how they kidnapped a Sheriff from Buxom, or did they nab her from Bitchvi--"

"Awright, awright," I interrupt quickly, waving my gloved hand in the air. "So ya heard about them. Ya'll just be on the lookout, ya hear? I got a warnin' that they may be ridin' into town, if they haven't already.."

(Anyone can take it from here)

Our tribe, the Indian Misfits, have been roaming the prairie following the buffalo. We are called the Misfits because most of the men have been killed by those white devils. So the tribe is a bunch of women who don't fit into a big tribe. I am the de facto leader of the tribe, being the tallest and strongest Most of the other women are short and squat.

Several moons ago we camped out to rest for a few days. During that time our pintos disappeared including my pinto, "Runs-faster-than-the-wind." Not like them to just run off as they never have before. Most likely someone stole them. No good going to the sheriff. The local sheriff is a big, blonde, tough bitch who doesn't hanker to Indians. She probably doesn't hanker to anyone and likes any excuse to tie them up and drag them to here back room in the jail. At least that is the word among us Indians.

We scouted around looking for the horses. The most likely place is a big ranch near here. We suspected that they are the most likely culprits but it is difficult to get close. We need to be very stealthy to check it out. The ranch used to be run by a crusty old bitch who treated every one like they were rattlesnakes. Her ranch brand used to show a coil rattlesnake with the words "Don't tread on me!" underneath. I did get close enough one time to see the brand over the front arch had changed. It now said "Big J". But I also say a lot of ranch hands with six shooters and some with rifles patrolling the digs.

Decide to sneak into town and see what I can find out. It is a long, dusty walk but no problem for an Indian lass. I sneak into town behind the buildings. These white settlements are so silly. Big tall false fronts facing the dirt street that runs through the town. But in the back they are square ugly buildings. Like many of the women who frequent these towns – false fronts that stick out unnaturally. But unlike the buildings they usually have big rears.  

I sit awhile and listen, getting the lay of the land. There is lots of noise coming from the saloon. That's fine with me. Let them all get drunk. Be easy pickings if I have cause to do some picking. The street quiets down and empties. I stealthily move into the street.

My biggest need is for horses. There are several horses tied up to hitching posts. Clearly standing out withers about the rest are a golden palomino, a black stallion, and a wite mustang. I quietly unleash all the horses leaving the palomino, stallion, and mustang until the end. We Indians are partial to pintos and mustangs but the palomino looks like the biggest and fastest. I unhook the saddle from the palomino and let it drop to the ground. That is just no way to treat a horse. You have to ride a horse so you can feel it between your legs. Allows you to guide the horse with your legs. I also remove the halter and bit out of its mouth. You don't need that if you know how to control a horse with your legs and hands. Also it is not unpleasant, especially if you have been in a tribe with few men.  I hop on the palomino. Lean forward and rub it's neck, whisper soothing sounds into its ear. Then I grab the reins of the other horses and begin to lead them out of town as quietly as possible. Mind you, that isn't too quiet as these devils like to shod their horses with iron shoes that make a lot of noise on the hard pan dirt.

(Anyone can take it from here although I believe the big, fat, stupid sheriff has just come out of the saloon.)

I slowly come trotting into town...looking at the sign cattyville. I look around as I make my way over to the Big Devil Saloon. slowly getting off my horse and tying up my horse I  walk towards the saloon  and enter. I am wearing brown leather pants with a matching briwn leather shirt. my two six shooters holster on each hip. I make my way to the bar noticing a rather pretty barkeeep.

" Could I have a whiskey please?" I give the barkeep a smile. I place a gold coin on the bar.

Excuse me,but you wouldn't know of a goos place to stay would you? I been  on the road for days and need a good nights rest."

I slowly scan the  saloon and then look back at the barkeep and wink.

" Seems rather quiet in here today."

I am moving as quietly as I can but those horseshoes are just too noisy. Maybe it would have been better to walk them out but that would be too slow, too much chance of getting spotted. I move past the saloon where the noise helps to cover my escape. The sheriff has disappeared. I think into that brothel. Shows the kind of taste she has.

Just when I think I am home free a blonde girl comes out of the saloon. She isn't so big and certainly very slender. But her arms ripple with muscles unexpected for such a slender and gorgeous woman. I am about ready to set the horses into a gallop before she sends the alarm. Instead she winks at me and doesn't give me away. I hear her say I am heading towards where the sun sets. So I head towards where it rises.

I am far enough away that I can set the horses to a gallop. I am worried about the hoof prints those iron shoes will leave. Another reason we Indians don't shod our horses, they trail is less distinctive. Not to mention we don't have the facilities to make them. Not so easy to carry an anvil around when you are roaming the prairies in search of buffalo.   

Some lightning flashes in the distance and the thunder booms.  Counting I know it is about a mile away. It will be here soon. Hope the rain is enough to wash my trail away. I need to get these horses back to camp. Then get ready to ride out on the palomino to find Rus-faster-than-the-wind.

(Perhaps someone whose horse I have taken might respond. Other than that my action is sort of independent to what others are doing (thanks Cindy.)  And when it starts pouring I expect to see some of you sluts fighting in the mud.)

I am just finishing up my business and plans with Lexi and decide it's now time to take her up on the offer to go get cleaned up. After riding on the trail for a few days, I need it. I stand up slowly and look around the saloon. Everyone's eyes seem to be on me, and I figure some of them know who I am more than likely. How could they not with what Lexi and I have done over the past year. I peel my long trench coat back over my six shooter, just as a reminder to anyone here that might get cute, that I'm not to be messed with. I strut through the saloon, my hips swaying back and forth slowly, before making my way out of it. I start to walk back to the hotel, when I notice mine and Lexi's horse is gone. I immediately see red, then look down in the dirt, seeing the distinct tracks of our horses making their way out of town, hearing everyone coming out of the saloon with my shriek of madness.

I make my way over to the blacksmith, knowing full well we have a long and nasty history together, but there is some things that both of us see eye to eye on. And one of those is stealing horses. Without much encouragement, Cindy agrees to let me borrow a horse, sadly not what I'm used to, but beggars can't be choosers at this stage. Cindy tells me that I will have to do something for her down the line sometime, and I just agree to it, too mad at someone stealing my horse to even think what that could be. I saddle up and stop by the saloon, calling Lexi out and telling her where I'm going and not to be getting into anything before I get back. She asks to come help me, and I just tell her no. I've dealt with worse than horse thieves in my day, and this will be no different.

I kick my spurs into the horse and take off, riding it as fast as it can go as I see and smell the rain is coming. My eyes are trained on the horse prints in the dirt. Seeing that it has picked up to a gallop now, but whoever took them isn't riding as fast as I am. My thighs squeeze around the powerful beast under me and I keep digging my spurs in. It's not too long before the rain starts and I find the camp where our horses are tied up. I tie Cindy's horse up far away from the camp, so I'm not detected. I wait a bit in the bushes, looking around and finally spotting the indian lass in the camp. I wait awhile longer, watching her every move, seeing that she is alone and decide it's time to get our horses back.

I slowly stride up to where the horses are tied up, and lock eyes with the indian girl. The look on her face says it all. She knows who I am, and it's clear she's a bit afraid. Who wouldn't be. I'm the fastest gun in the west, but I can also take care of things with my hands if needed. I see her start to approach me, and I put my hand over my six shooter in case she's got that in mind. My body on edge, waiting to see what this indian girl has to say for herself.

feeling  the bar keep's  boy leaning into me her hands rubin down my body is soothing...i'm feeling  ummm oogy  i think there is something in this sasapiralla
the bitch  spiked it..at the moment  i feeling good ummm but i'll deal with this girl later.

a tall blonde walks in i give her a quick  glance  she has an uppity appearance
probably one of the girls from the brothel..she orders her drink  and sets at the coner table..
the barkeep leaves to go get the girls drink she seems reluctent to do so,as if she has issues with this girl..ohh well anyway   i turn to misty once again her attention is on the cute blonde she was talking with when i came in.. what the...? i give her a slight bump with my elbow  we have to talk overe our plans  on the bank.
the thunder booms in the distance...the chatter picks up taking my attention away from  misty... the big tough looking blonde  is looking for help on her ranch
for a cattle drive...then i hear laughter   the blonde in the coner  blurted out a comment..the  big blonde strides to her table . things are getting interesting
nothing better than  blonde girls in a fight.

i notice another blonde walks in .looks as if she has been on the trail for a while
i narrow my eyes.i recognize her.ohh shit it's kelli.one of the meanest girls in the territory.i got into a scrape with her once she may be small but she fights like a wildcat and she is quick with the gun.she gets her drink and knocks it down quick then turns and walks out.hmm i may talk with this girl about joining  misty and me i'd rather have her on our side.

someone says the  horses everyone  goes to the  door i do't really care  but i walk to the door to see what all the commotion is about.my eyes widen  my mouth ffalls open stuned.a dark hair girl on gambler riding out of town.
my.horse i stammer out.she's stealing my horse.i walk into the dusty street my eyes followering the fleeing thief.someone says it was the injun girl
then i turn and see my saddle lying in the dust,my custome made saddle i  paid 20.00$ for and she just drops it in the sand  my blood  boiling lookin around
where is that bow legged sheriff?
i can't take it kicking at the street but my toe slams into the hard  dirt
FRIG...!!! i yelpfalling against the hitching post. this is embarrassing the bank robbers having their horses stolen.misty has found another horse she is going after the  thief,i want to go but misty convinces me to stay.grrr thats ok.i know misty willdeal with this injun bitch when she catches up to her.
i limp to the  merchantile as misty  rides away.looking around  .the store is filled  with any items you can need.i walk through the store stoping to look at the  new hats  and buckskin  shirts my eyes scaning the store. i see the counter and the large cash register looking to the left i see a small safe against the coner i smile the kind of safe ive opened before.
walking to the counter for a better look i see the candy jarsmmm i have a definite sweet tooth.taking my time i pick out a bag of peppermints, and some cocolates and a handfull off licorice.
then i hear someone say  ohh look it's calamity jane i turn and see another blonde girl kind o cute shes dressed in a school girl out fit she has blue eyes  and a superior  smirk on her face her hair in pig tails.ohh look its the pig farmer of cattyville i answer.we glare at each other if she wants a fight  i'll be all to glad to give it to her.me and you will meet sometime later.ohh yes we will she answers
i walk out of the merchantile..past the telegraph office    run by boche  i
the signon the window says.my stomach growls walking down to the cafe..i sit at at a coner table.an older heavyset lady takes my order.scaning the room i notice the gambler  sitting at the far table our eyes lock.there is just something about her i don't like  i can sense it i'm going to have trouble with this  girl.
{paula,misty brook or kelli  can be neext}

I  slowly walk out of the saloon noticing  someone from my past..I give her a smile as I walk out the saloon. I stand outside of the saloon and notice the hotel. I untoe my horse and walk it over to the hotel. after tying it up I enter the hotel and move to the main desk. I ring the bell.noticing the clerk come to the desk.

" I am looking for a room for the night and a hot bath."

the clerk gives me a key to room 14. I  head up the stairs and move to the corner room. I open it and  head in...dropping my bag. Thinking to myself ..now for a hot bath. I make my way to the backroom of the hotel where the clerk is putting some buckets of hot water in a large tub. I undress and slide into the water....mmmmmmm leaning my head back aaginst the side of the tub as I  try to relax some after a long ride.

"Buncha' ingrates.."

I just finished warning the Silk fillies about them infamous outlaws, and instead of thanking me, those brats play it off as a joke, sending me off with catcalls while blowing me kisses. I storm off in a fit, annoyed by their lewd behavior, but not at all surprised by them, either. When those girls aren't tryin' to get me into bed, they're bound and determined to make my life a living hell.

"Well, would ya look at that.."

A blast of thunder booms overhead but I swiftly ignore the piercing sound along with the flash of lightning that bursts thru the darkening skies. I'm about ten feet away from the Silk clubhouse when I see it. Stopping dead in my tracks, I tilt the tip of my hat up and stare off into the distance as a trio of mighty fine horses break off a dusky trail that curves outta town, and gallop off into the vast open desert. I recognize one of the horses, a palomino that looked a helluva lot like the one that brunette stranger rode into town..I also spot a beautiful white mustang that I know for certain was tied up in front of the saloon. A black stallion also races alongside the impressive pair. I look a little closer and realize there's only one rider to those horses, and while there's a bit of distance between us I can make out that this rider is definitely a female, a dark-haired Indian whose hair whips about wildly in the wind.

"Looks like we got ourselves a lil' horse thief."

Another flash of lightning illuminates the sky, and I narrow my eyes at the Native as she makes off with the horses, riding into the wilderness and leaving a big trail in her wake. I smirk and adjust my hat, turning swiftly on my heel.

"Well she ain't gettin' away with this, that's for damn sure!"

Being right on the edge of town places me way too far off from my office to get to my own horse, and I'm wasting time just standing here while that Indian is making off with those horses..when I get an idea that makes me grin wickedly.

I sprint back to the Silk clubhouse, welcomed by a rowdy chorus of hollers and whistles from those obnoxious girls. But those teasing whistles and catcalls turn to frantic and angry shouts as I head straight to the hitching post beside the brothel, and quickly untie one of their horses. I leap onto the saddle and in moments I take off, the girls chasing after me and coughing in the dust storm that the horse kicks up as it gallops away.

"What the hell are ya doing!? Get back here Sheriff! You're gonna be sorry!!" The Silkies' cries and screams fade into the distance as I race after the little horse thief. I get another surprise just as I'm about to take off into a gallop after the thief. Another rider comes racing outta town, in hot pursuit of the Indian girl. This filly looks like a bat flyin' straight outta hell, and she looks like she's goin' after the thief as well. She took off real fast, makin' me believe she didn't see me at all. I give my 'burrowed' horse a kick and take off a moment later, hanging back far enough so that she doesn't notice me tailin' her..


The blacken skies loom overhead and rolling thunder rumbles in the distance as I finally come upon something other then baron wilderness. The blonde girl followed the Indian to a small camp that's way off from Cattyville. The girl still hasn't noticed I've been following her, and I intend to keep it that way for now. I stay as inconspicuous as possible, riding on over to some tall, dense bushes to my right. I slide off my horse and tie her to a withered tree, then stay low and quiet as I watch the camp closely. It takes only a few moments for me to spot the Indian. I tug at my pistols when suddenly, the blonde rider chasin' after the thief walks into view. My eyes widen when I get a closer look at her face..

"Misty..!" I gasp as I recognize the blonde outlaw's face from the poster. Is that really her? When did she slip into town..It's gotta be her..and boy, she looks none too pleased. Her hand's on her six shooter, a mean expression written on her otherwise gorgeous face. I glance over at the Indian girl. The lil thief looks a bit pensive, but she's not backing down either. Did one of those horses belong to Misty? Looks like it..Well, this could get ugly. I tilt my hat back and step out of the bushes, making my entrance as loud and obvious as possible. I approach the women confidently, one hand on my six-shooter, another on my lasso.

"Well, howdy ladies," I say loudly, sauntering toward them, keeping my eyes trained on Misty first, then slowly guiding them over to the dark-haired Indian, then back to the icy blonde. "Now, ain't this somethin'. We got a thief tryin' to make off with three mighty fine horses, and a lil' bank robber who oughta be rottin' away hogtied in a jail cell. My, jail cell. This sure is one helluva storm that's brewing, don't ya'll think?"

I am standing my ground when I watch the Indian girl coming towards me. No doubt she knows why I'm here and what I'm here to do. My eyes don't leave hers, my fingers tapping at my six shooter on my side, then moving my hand away as I see she is not carrying a weapon. Just as she gets close I hear a rustle and look over, seeing a busty blonde walk out with a star on her chest. Thinking to myself, must be the sheriff from Cattyville. I watch as she closes in on myself and the indian girl, seeing her hand on her lasso and one on her six shooter. I promptly move my hand back to my gun, letting her know that I'm not here for trouble, but will be more than willing to give it to her if she is looking.

I listen closely as the sheriff talks, saying what she has to say and I smirk back at her. "First and foremost, sheriff," Gazing at the star on her impressive chest, then looking back into her eyes, "The only business you have here is dealing with a horse thief. As far as you talking about some bank robbery, I don't have the slightest clue as to what you're talking about. So for now, let's just keep this peaceful." Looking over at the indian girl, seeing her watch us both back and forth. "I came here to get my horses back. The gold palomino and the black stallion. You coming along saved this little girl here a heap of trouble. I'll gladly walk away with the horses and leave her to you to do as you see fit. Just don't go accusing me of anything like you did earlier, or you'll find yourself with an angry woman on your hands."

Her eyes cut into mine, seeing that she probably is right about who I am, but without the poster in her hands she can't be sure. I nod to her, and she does to me as well. I'm not wanting to cause trouble, at least not now. Not after discussing the plans with Lexi to lay low and stay out of trouble until the time is right. I move away from the Indian girl, keeping my back to the horses as I back up, not trusting either of these 2 until I see the sheriff turn her attention to the Indian girl.

(Brooke or Tiff, you're up for the next part of our saga)

I knew I should have only taken the three horses. As it was I got greedy and tried to bring too many. Slowed me down so that blonde witch caught up to me on an old gray mare. Also should have scattered all the other horses I could take so no one could ride out. But I just didn't have time. As it was I was spotted leaving.

Even the sheriff caught up with us. And they both have guns. They are having a bit of a stare down, neither one trusting the other and both itching to draw. Sheriff says something about the blonde being a bank robber. I am in a predicament just the same.

Just then an cloud opens up and torrential rain and hail start pelting us. With those two blondes occupied with each other and with the hard rain for cover I disappear as only an Indian can. Cover of rain and darkness is a blessing. I leave the horses for now. Those three horses were great looking but as we Indians say "You can't judge a horse by its mane. Maybe they weren't so fast if that old gray mare could outrun them.  I'll just have to figure how to get my horse back.

I get some distance from the two and grab a couple of horse blankets. Then circle back be careful to stay hidden in the brush. It is dark but flashes of lighting light the place up like the sun was out every now and then. Stay in the shadows hoping the rain doesn't let up while I figure out how to execute my plan.

(Tiff or Misty next for this storyline.)

The blonde rider has my full attention as she speaks, her lips forming a smirk that unnerves me. She speaks with a calm, cool tone, lookin' real relaxed and confident, making her out to be even more dangerous then she appears. This one's a real ice queen, I reckon, and one that shouldn't be taken lightly. She tosses a bit of doubt into my accusation, claiming she ain't the bank robber that I'm on the prowl for. That's gotta be a load of bull but the way she's actin'.. The look she's givin' me.. She bares a strong resemblance to the girl in that poster back in my office, but she's not behavin' like how a nefarious outlaw would. The bandits and outlaws I deal with who's faces are plastered over them wanted posters are just like how their photos would depict em': mean, nasty, no-good lowlifes. This girl looks too pretty to be an outlaw, tough though she may be, with one mighty big attitude for sure, but she ain't actin' like she would rob a bank, too smooth to be a good-for-nothin' thug..

My eyes stay trained on her like a hawk on its prey, and I'm about ready to swoop in and get at her the minute her hand flinches and whips out that dangerous lookin' pistol in her holster. But the moment she utters the word 'peaceful' and reveals how those horses are hers, I ease up, just a tiny bit, and my fingers move slowly away from the handle of my own six-shooter. She claims she's not the bank robber that I accuse her of being..but I ain't totally convinced. The fact that she's not lookin' for trouble  eases my nerves, though it doesn't quell my suspicion. Thunder rumbles in the distance as we exchange nods, silently agreeing to keep the peace, and cautiously I turn my eyes toward the lil' horse thief..who gone off and disappeared!

"Dang it!" I curse to myself, "how'd that lil' varmint vanish like that?"

I shake my head in disbelief, slightly amazed at how that Indian managed to slip away so easily, when a couple drops of cool rain begin to splatter over me. I give the surrounding area a quick once-over, frowning as I know I won't be able to find that thief in this rain. Gonna have to let the Indian go, for now at least. I quickly turn back to the blonde, who's back is to the horses, her eyes still trained right on me. I'm starting to doubt that she is Misty, but at the same time I ain't entirely sure that she isn't. She looks ready to get going at any moment now, and I'm about to let her..when my eyes look over her shoulder, thru the rain, to that palomino waiting in the wings..the same horse that brunette stranger rode in on this evening..the same brunette who looked a helluva lot like the 'Lexibabe' in the poster..I narrow my eyes, and move toward this blonde filly with my hand visibly clutching my coiled up lasso.

"Not the slightest clue, huh? Well, seems to me that I may have mistaken ya for someone else, darlin'..but, let me get this straight. That fine lookin' palomino over there, ya said he belongs to ya? Funny, there's a girl that just checked into town this evenin' who's horse looked just like that one.."

I take another step forward as my fingers tighten around my lasso, the rain spitting down onto us while my steel green eyes remain locked onto yours.

"Ya wouldn't happen to know her, would ya? Cute lil' thing, long dark hair, real friendly..I'm thinkin', you two are friends.. Maybe even.. partners? Hmm..how about ya come with me to my office, sugar? There's something I need to sort out.."

(Over to either one of ya'll, Misty or Brook!)

I keep my blue eyes locked on this buxom sheriff who seems to be a little rattled that the indian girl has disappeared. I'm a little upset over it as well, wanting to teach her a lesson for doing this, but that's a small fish to fry compared to what Lexi and I have planned. Filing the thought away in the back of my head. Knowing when Lexi and I make our getaway, that I'll make sure we just happen to ride back by here. Teach her a little lesson that I'm sure she's well overdue for. I see the sheriff start to make her way over towards me just as I'm grabbing the reigns to the horses. Her hand coiled over her lasso, no doubt thinking she is going to need it for something. I just smirk a bit, knowing full well if she even tries it, we'll be going at it right here in the mud.

I listen to her voice as it spurts out, talking about the horses and the fact that Lexi was on one earlier. My hand slowly strokes my black stallions ears, hearing him rumble just a bit at my familiar touch. My lips curl back over my teeth as I lock eyes with the sheriff. "You see sheriff, this black stallion here is mine. His name is bullet, and I've had him for a couple of years. As far as the other horses, they were tied up next to mine at the hotel. I'm sure whoever owns them would be glad to have them back in their possession. I'm just getting back what is mine, and returning the other 2 where I found them. No crime in that is there?"

I can see the sheriff is still watching me, studying my face, wondering if I'm the girl she's been looking for. One of the outlaws the entire west seems to be looking for. My eyes scan her body, seeing she would clearly be a worthy adversary if she indeed wanted to dance in the mud, but she doesn't make her move. My body is tensed, ready for action if need be when I smirk back at her. "Seems to me you should be more worried about catching this horse thief that took these 3 prized beauties. From what I understand that's the worst offense someone could commit in Cattyville. And judging by the name on your badge, that's the town you're sworn to protect. Don't concern yourself with me, I'm just doing a good deed and getting my horse back. Nothing more."

The look on her face says 1000 different things. I can tell she's trying to decide what to do as she takes a step towards me. I turn to face her, my shirt now clinging to me tightly as the rain falls. My boots leaving footprints in the mud. My eyes don't waver, staring her down with looks that could kill. My mind racing now, wondering what's on her mind, what's she's going to do, and I'm prepared for anything. 

(over to brook or tiff for our part!)

Just peeked in seeing that stunning MIstycats posted ...  Have not read all posts.. Just thought of her in her sexy cowgirl outfit..

Know Lexibabe would look great jean skirt, and boots.. Not to mention Sheriff BustyTiffany .. rounding up bad girls and tying them up..  Rattlesnake gulch looking to be. One very hot, and sexy little western town here!!

Storm

i'm standing in the store  bag of candy in my hand,piece of peppermint in my mouth. staring down the blonde girl  in pigtails,i've never seen her at least i don't think so.but it seems she has a problem with me..well anytime she wants to try and solve that problem she won't have to ask twice..
the candy has a soothing affect calming be me down. stealing another quick glance at the safe then back at  miss.pigtails  i smile "ta ta" waving at the girl
and walking out the door.
i see my saddle,my pretty $20.00 saddle i left on the sidewalk.,then the image of it lying in the dust where the injun bitch droped it makes my blood boil again.unwraping a piece of chocolate  picking up  the saddle  i walk down the sidewalk towards the bank.  with a strong feeling to hit something,no shoot something,no to hit something,shoot something,hit something. hell i may hit and shoot something.
i hope misty catches up to that injun bitch and gives her a serious beating. no
i hope she scalps the squaw,or drags her back here for me to scalp.
i look up notice some guy coming out of the bank and locking up i assume it's the banker  stormbolt?,stormdolt? something funny sounding.
coming closer to each other he's sure a dapper looking dandy,as he tips his hat and says something. huh? what? what did you call me mister?looking surprised
he starts to stutter something out. no one talks to me like that,droping my saddle on the sidewalk i reach grabing the collar of his jacket jerking him closer lifting my right knee.once,twice three quick times into his  crotch.his eyes boggle out of his head and spittle spurts from his lips as he drops to  his knees.
looking down at him no one talks to me like that.picking up my saddle i walk past the bank back to the hotel..beginning to feel better
walking into the hotel lobby i notice cindy heading towards the back for a bath i guess.bitch certainly needs one.we glare at each other a moment.then i walk up the stairs to my room hmmm a deliciously evil thought pops into my mind.
after a few minutes in my room,i walk back to the lobby,lightening flashes through the windows.stoping at the desk i ask for some towels to take back to cindy.i see she sitting in the tub her back resting against the side.laying the towels down.i creep up from behind she must have heard me as she begins to turn tangling my fingers in her hair i shove her head under ther water.
holding her under as she splashes about  the bitch is a little stronger than she looks.i pull her up,i have a proposition for you if you care to listen?FUUCKYU she begins,wrong answer bitch,shoving her  head under again.pulling her back up,i'll kill you bit__ she sputters,wrong answer darling shoving her head under  again.holding her down a litle longer this time her fighting slows,pulling her up again. now do you want to listen i ask?,or di i drown your ass this time?
she nods her head  i'll listen she sputters. good,good cause i haave a plan for this dump of town and you can be part of it.if your interested. smiling tossing her a towel.[[[cindy's turn or anyones}

I disappear into the night but I am not through with these two. I still need a horse to go and find the pintos stolen from us Indians. Runs-faster-that-the-wind is not used to being away from me, nor me her. I'll bet she isn't doing too well with our separation.  Probably skittish about the treatment by the white devils.

I have a plan. I first circle back to my teepee to get a tomahawk and an Indian blanket. I know the two bitches will a narrow gulch between two steep sides, about eight feet high. I also figure they will be preoccupied with each other. Neither trusts the other and both will be wary  about getting shot in the back, as well they should.

I wait on top of one of the cliffs. Rain is pelting down on me and I am getting soaked. No problem as I am used to being out in the elements. And the rain helps my cover. I hear them approaching at last. Siide by side which is exactly what I was hoping for. I give a loud Geronimo type yell and leap off the cliff. I hit the blonde on the head with the tomahawk to knock her out. I bowl into the sheriff knocking her off her horse. We both land in the mud. Before she knows what has happened I throw the blanket over her and wrap her up in it. I use her own lasso to truss her up in the blanket. She is completely covered from the top of her head to her soles.

Throw her over the old gray mare. Leave the other three prime horses for the blonde when she waits up. She wants the horses more than she wants me I figure. I haul the sheriff off because she will be more likely to pursue me. The Territorial law goes after Indians who steal horse but are blind when it comes to someone stealing the horses of Indians. I'll take her to a new camp and either convince her that she should help me locate our hoses or I'll have fun trying to convince her. Not sure what I will do with her but I will think of something along the way.    
(Misty or Tiffany for our story line. Anyone else for the other story lines.)

"NNGHH!"

One minute I'm havin' one helluva staredown with this icy blonde, about ready to mix it up with this lil' blonde varmint. The next, I'm laying sprawled on the wet ground, dazed, hurtin' a lil, and utterly confused! I don't know what hit me, but whatever came hollerin' thru the darkness and rain struck me hard enough to send me off my feet and into the ground. Before I can even scramble to my hands and knees something heavy is tossed over my head, covering my entire body completely! I feel my lasso jerked free from my belt as well, swiftly stolen from me as I struggle with the thick blanket that was tossed over my head, face and body. Now even more shocked by the turn of events, I frantically get to my knees, only to have the blanket close in all around me! I gasp, as someone is wrapping me up in this darn blanket, and I feel my own lasso being wound up around me, pinning the blanket against my body! My arms are pinned down to my sides and my legs are pinned together as the lasso wraps all around my concealed figure..I can't even call out as the blanket presses against my face and mouth! In my panicked state I feel hands gripping me and tossing me over the saddle of a horse, and in moments I'm whisked off into the rainy night!

I figure whoever had captured me has been ridin' for about a good hour. With the heavy blanket covering my head and face, along with the rest of my trussed up body, I can't even keep track of where we're going. I only occasionally squirm and struggle over the saddle of the horse I'm bent over, unable to even call out for help even if I wanted to. I've been in a tensed, bewildered and downright angry mood for the past hour as well as I try and figure out who it was who got the drop on me. Maybe that blonde had a friend waitin' in the wings, maybe she was in fact Mistycats and her and Lexibabe got the drop on me and were takin' me to their hideout! I think a lil harder, remembering even in the mix of events that led up to my capture that the blonde also got knocked down into the dirt..It was only for a brief moment, but right before this damn blanket was thrown over my head I saw the blonde laying by her horse. It couldn't be her who captured me..which must mean it was that damn horse Indian horse thief! It had to be her, she slipped into the night only to come back and catch me..but why?

That question burns to my very core and repeats itself over and over in my head when suddenly the horse stops, and I hear some talking around me. A moment later, and hands grab at me, grabbing at the thick blanket, lasso and the rest of my body. I jerk about and squirm as I'm taken off the horse and carried for a few feet. My squirming is frantic and wild as I'm brought into an enclosed space, then I'm dumped unceremoniously onto the floor, my groans muffled by the blanket. I'm still squirming and kicking my legs out as the hands begin to unwrap me from the blanket and lasso..then, just as the blanket is cleared from my face, I explode into action, reaching out blindly, frantically to grab at my captors or kick my boots at any of them.

My captors are ready, unfortunately, and the moment I rush at them they quickly grab my wrists and ankles, preventing me from really lashing out. I struggle furiously with them as they try and keep me on the ground, and at the same time I realize there's four of them and they're all women. Each of them are a bit smaller then me as well, probably not as strong as I am, either, but they're all just as rough and wild and there's four of them which means I'm in a heap of trouble if I don't act fast enough! I struggle mightily against them, and for a spell the five of us struggle wildly on the dusty floor, me wrestling against four fillies who's only concern is to restrain me! They grab and hold me, but I squirm free and shove them away. They grab my legs and arms but I turn and twist so they can't hold me longer then for a few moments. I roll around on the ground with some of them, and they pile on top of me angrily. Pushing one away by kicking my leg out, tossing another right over thrashing body, pushing myself up onto my knees in a frantic scramble. I make it to my feet even as the other two pull at my arms, but then one leaps onto my back, and another grabs at my hair flowing down my back from under my cowgirl hat and I let out a scream. A hand clamps over my mouth and I moan in dismay as I'm dragged onto the floor again, brought down to my knees. Arms wrap around me, pulling my own arms back and pinning my hands behind me. I squirm and struggle but there's just too many of them..they clutch my limbs back behind me and keep me firmly on my knees, making sure I can barely squirm, when they grab my lasso and other thick ropes and begin to truss me up!  I moan into one of the girl's hands as they tie my wrists together tightly, encircling a rope around my waist and bind my tied hands to that rope as well. My thick, shapely thighs are bound together as well as my ankles and calves. More rope is wrapped around me, wound firmly around my throat, shoulders and above and below my firm breasts. As they tie me up, my mind suddenly fills with memories of my few visits to the Silk Stocking Girls clubhouse, memories of those brats doing almost the same thing that these women have just accomplished: ganging up on me, wrestling me down and tying me up tight. Of course, then they would haul me off to one of their 'playrooms'.. It's at that moment that I take in my surroundings. I notice that I've been taken into some kind of large tent. I then take finally look more closely at my captors: they're all Indians, all dressed similarly in their Native garbs with their flowing dark hair done up in single braids. I struggle against them again, which only encourages the girls tying me to tighten their knots. The one Indian gripping my hair and handgagging me finally releases my mouth, and after a brief moment I start to curse out angrily.

"Let me GO! Are ya'll crazy!? I'm a damn Sheriff, a lady of the law! Ya'll can't do this to me! Ya'll in some deep shit ya hear--MMPHHH!!"

My loud screams are cut off abruptly as one of the Indians takes my own bandanna knotted about my neck and covers my mouth with it, gagging me effectively as they tie the ends of it behind my head! In a rage I shake my head and try and yell out anyway, but the gag muffles my screams. After they've finished binding me, one of the girls slips her nimble hands around my waist..and finds my six-shooters holstered up at my hips. She pulls the guns out easily, examining them thoughtfully before putting them away out of my view. The four girls then turn me around on my knees, to face the entrance of the tent. I've been thoroughly subdued, roughed up, wrestled down, and bound and gagged so firmly that I can barely move. My heart races in my chest as the thought of being captured and taken prisoner sinks in. I wonder in my panicked state of mind what exactly do these Indian bitches want with me.. that's when the door to the tent pulls back, and my eyes narrow...

(Over to ya, Brook)

I keep my eyes trained on the sexy sheriff, waiting for her to make her move, my body almost daring her and then the next thing I know, I wake up laying in the mud with my head hurting terribly. I look up at the ominous sky, clouds black as night and it takes me a moment to realize where I am again, and who I am actually. Shaking my head and finally getting my bearings back, noticing the 3 horses I came after are still here with me, but no trace of anything or anyone else. Thinking to myself, it must have been the indian girl, that's the only conclusion I can come to. I scan the area, no sight of her or the sheriff anywhere. I shrug my shoulders, then slowly climb on bullet, taking the reigns of the other 2 horses and easing back to town. The rain beating down the whole way, but it doesn't matter. I'm already drenched to the bone, and I'm ready to get a bath and a fresh pair of jeans and shirt on my body.

Finally arriving back in Cattyville, noticing the saloon is still kicking with the music and laughter of several women coming out of it. I hitch the horses back up to the post in front of the hotel, then walk inside. Finding out which room Lexi has gotten us, and heading up, expecting to see her there, but she's not. No telling where she's run off to, but I know she can handle herself.

I walk back down to the desk, asking for a bath and putting my money down on the counter. I'm told someone is occupying it, but that doesn't matter to an outlaw like me. They can either share, or get out, as I'm in no mood to deal with anybody's lip right now. Taking a towel and heading back to the bath area.

(Anyone can take it here. My plot with Tiff has been stopped for the moment, so anyone else wanting to get involved with me is fine.)

kelli,brook,or any of the druken girls in the saloon,or maybe cindy

I let some of the younger squaws subdue the sheriff and have a little fun with her. I am just outside the camp watching and listening to see if the blonde bitch has followed us. Doesn't look like she is coming so I stroll back to the big tent where they have dragged the sheriff. She put up more of a fight than a pride of mountain lions. It had almost been a mistake letting the smaller, younger girls take her on even though they had her outnumbered. She looks like she has lots of baby fat on her that fills our out nicely but she is strong as an ox I fear.  If we go one on one it could be interesting.

I pull back the flap and walk in only to be greeted by a pair of glaring eyes looking daggers through slits. Not sure with the giggling of the other women but I could swear the sheriff is snarling and growling through her gag.

Not sure why I decided to haul the blonde sheriff back here. It was a spur of the moment decision. My plan had been to scalp them both and keep the horses. Two blonde scalps would be a real trophy. But somewhere it the back of my mind it told me it was better to leave the blonde outlaw (which is so obvious) to cause havoc in town. I am sure she would stir up trouble and keep them all busy. Otherwise they might form a posse and come looking for me and our Indian camp.

Besides the outlaw was too damn sexy to just kill. And so was the sheriff. Her big body was more my type and some lust ran through my loins. Clouded my thinking. Never been with a blonde like her before. And those magnificent breasts. Most of female Indians are rather small in that area. All except me. Think I must have some Spanish blood or other white blood in me.

I walk up to the sheriff but leave the gag in her mouth for now. So nice to see you put up such a good fight. I like them feisty so I can tame them. I grab her hair and bend her head back so I can stare down into her eyes.  "And you will be tamed before the evening is over. On that you can count. I am going to do things to you that you have never even dreamed ot."

"And I am not a horse thief. I was just taking some horses to replace the ones stolen from me. I would have returned them after I got mine back. I am not greedy like your kind is. But you wouldn't help and Indian get her horses back, would you." I take the gag out of your mouth so you can speak. "Would you? And are you going to behave? How much you do will determine just how much I loosen your restrains. Act up and I will bind you with wet rawhide and then leave you out in the sun for it to constrict. Now what will it be?"

(Over to Tiffany for this part of the story.)

I'm utterly helpless in the hands of these damn Indians. I take some satisfaction in knowing that it took a sneak attack and a whole lot of em' to capture and subdue me, but that doesn't make me feel less tense about the situation I'm in: trussed up and gagged so tightly I can barely move, forced to look right into my captor's dark eyes as she grips my hair back behind my head. I'm in some real deep trouble but this ain't the first time I've been tied up and placed in danger. I glare back at the Native and listen intently to her words, my eyes narrowing as she promises to 'tame' me, all the while claimin' she ain't a horse thief and that she wants me to help her. That, along with a threat of some painful-sounding torture, and this lil girl's sayin' quite a mouthful. The moment my own bandanna is removed from my lips I spurt out:

"What'll it be?"

I lower my face and spit a wad of saliva at your feet. Then I turn my eyes back up at you, fiercely glaring, straining a bit in my ropes.

"Tame me?? Well, now isn't that cute. Sorry sugar, but that just AIN'T gonna happen! Nobody's ever tamed Sheriff Tiffany before, and I'm fixin' on keepin' it that way! Untie me this instant, darlin', and save yourself a heap of trouble!"


(Over to ya Brook!)

Picking up kelli's clothes and pistols walking to and sitting on thechair. My eyes never leaving the petite blonde as she steps from the wash tub..her eyes shoot daggers at me.the tension is thickbetweenn us. Smiling at her so do you want to hear my plan?or do you want more convincing? I'll listen'is her short reply.good.cause we will need your help.
Hearing misty's voice in the lobby.Itoss kelli a towel.good get dried off and dressed. Misty is back we can make our plans tonight.taking her pistols.ill give these back to you then.

Walking back to the lobby Isee misty at the desk..my mouth drops open she looks like she has been drug throughh the brush.
Walking up to her.misty are you ok?what happened? Did you catch the injun?did you get our horses back? She nods her head and begins telling me the story .she is soaked to the bone water driping from her hair.Ihear her words but they sound far away
I'm transfixed on her.she looks sexier than ever my eyes follow her senious lips.my eyes sweeping over her body.her rain soaked shirt plastered against her body .Irun my tongue over my lips.my mind drifting to that night we spent hold up in that cave.

Lexi.com..are you alright?.lexi... her words shake me from my transe.ummm yeah .I'm fine..msty smiles..sometimes Iwonder about you. I blush a bit smiling back.running my hannd through her hair feeling the bump on her head...grrrr..another thing the squaw will answer for
She wants to take a bath and rest...Itell her about recruiting kelli suggest that she chat with her to.Iwatch as she walks to the wash room my mind drifts again.get controll Itell myself. Iwalk to the door looking out the window.thhe rain has stoped
I walk out up to gambler stroking his muzzle. Good thing the injun bitch dident hurt you.ill settle with her later.

But in a strange twist the injun did us a huge favor capturing the sheriff..with the marshalls.out of town.chassing.all over the territory after a pair of bank robbers.   Lol.  This town is ours for the taking..giving gambler a kiss.  We're going to bust this town wide open.boy..


Misty..kelli.  or cindy from here             

I am infuriated and insulted that this blonde trash who calls herself a sheriff spits at my feet. " grab her hair, pull her head back and slap her with my open palms as hard as I can. "Good thing for you that spittle only landed at my feet." I draw back my fist to knock some of your teeth out and then decide against it. Better to inflict some pain on you before I knock you out. I grab your long, thick hair in both hands. Winding thick strands around each set of fingers I jerk your head around as hard as I can. Love the sound of your shrieks even though I know you are trying not to scream. I stop yanking your head about. Regrip your hair in my hands and pull as hair as I can in opposite directions. The locks of hair I have are too thick to pull out but I know the pain must be immense. Especially as you are screaming involuntarily at the top of your lungs. So humiliating for someone who thinks they are as tough a you to scream so loudly from some hairpulling.

I let go your hair. Step back and grab the front of your shirt. Rip hard popping all the buttons and pulling it completely open. Grab your bra and pull in down below your tits. Those big tits flop out, dangling and bouncing both from being freed and from your efforts to struggle within your bonds.  I proceed to abuse your boobs. Pinching, squeezing, kneading, twisting, punching the most magnificent breasts I have even seen. Do this both toy your whole tits and to your nipples.

Damn, those tits are so mesmerizing that I am getting turned on both from the tactile feel of them and my their bouncing and flouncing. I stop my torture. Kneel down in front of you. Open my mouth and take as much as I can in my mouth. More than a handful and more than a mouthful it is. I chew on your breast but without breaking the skin. I run my tongue all over it and then concentrate on your nipple which has grown more erect and harder. I flick my tongue over the tip of the nipple and then run it around it in circles.

(Back to your Tiffany)

I turn around as I'm standing at the desk, seeing my partner Lexi standing there and looking at me in shock at what I look like. I can't help but watch her eyes drink me in as a small smile comes across my face. I stand there talking to her, telling about my episode with the sheriff and the indian, letting her know I'm fine and that I will meet up with her after I clean up. I watch her walk out and my eyes scan her body, loving that little sway in her walk she puts in it as she struts out.

Just as I'm turning to get head off into my bath, I hear Cindy speaking up. Asking me a bunch of questions and then I take another look at her, noticing a bright shiny new star on her chest. "Cindy, the best thing for you to do is just calm down. You know me from a long ways back. You know if I'm standing here talking to you, I didn't do anything to the sheriff. Now if you want to collect on you letting me use that horse, I'll be in the bath. But leave the star out here." Flicking the tip of her badge and smirking, then strutting to the bath.

I walk in and strip my wet clothes off, feeling them just peel off me like a second skin. I take a moment to look over my naked body, smiling a bit, knowing the devious plans that's about to hit this small town. I slowly lower my body into the warm bath, feeling the hard ride here and brief encounters with the sheriff and indian start to slip away. I'm just closing my eyes to soak in the tub when I hear the door start to open.

(over to you cindy!)

After a long enjoyable hot bath with Cindy, and discussing some business as well as pleasure, I finally make my way up to the room Lexi has gotten us to change my clothes. I figure it's time to see what's going on in this town and check it out. Make sure everything will go as planned. I change into a fresh pair of wranglers, always loving the feel of them against me and how they show every curve I have, and a black button up shirt. Finishing my outfit with a black cowboy hat, black boots, and of course, my trusty six shooter over my hip.

I stride back outside the hotel, looking around and not seeing much going on except for the saloon. Figuring that's a good of a place as any to observe. I walk back inside, looking at the poker table and seeing the women starting up a game. Slinking up to the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey, and make sure the bottle is left. 

(over to anyone who wants it)

My screams of pain and humiliation fill the large tent as your hands grasp my flowing, thick hair and pull, tug and yank it in every direction. My scalp is stinging, burning hotly from all your pulling, and while I struggle not to, I blurt out a few loud cries of agony. After several tense moments of this ya finally let go of my tresses, and I groan in dismay, head slumping forward and gasping for breath. My hair is tangled mess now from all the yanking, but I'm a lil relieved that ya weren't able to yank out handfuls of my tresses as I'm sure ya were intending to do. I glare at ya vengefully, hissing at ya with my eyes narrowed, struggling mightily in my bonds all the while. The young Indians holding me on my knees for ya take note of my renewed struggles, and each of them grip me even tighter. I'm about to unleash a volley of curses at ya when your hands find their way to my corset--and tear it apart! I let out a gasp as ya yank down my bra, and immediately my face burns red from embarrassment as my firm, round breasts are bared to everyone within the tent!

"What are ya--stop! NO! Ohh ya'll gonna pay for this!!"

I'm stuck between feeling incredibly embarrassed and utterly infuriated, but through my rage and humiliation I notice that you and your friends seem to fixated on my naked, exquisite breasts. I realize I'm making my breasts even more desirable as they bounce about on my chest from all my heavy breathing and struggling in my tight ropes. Then and there I figure it's not just a fixation, but a burnin' desire for me that's swelterin' in your eyes as ya stare at me. I gain a tiny bit of satisfaction from such admiration but then your hard fists pound into my naked breasts, and I let out a howling scream of pain!

"NNGHH! UGHH! NGHH!!"

I try and suppress the grunts and cries of pain that follow with each shot to my unprotected mounds, but I can't help it. You smash your knuckles into my breasts, causing me to jolt and jerk about on my knees, but then ya make it even more humiliating when ya begin to squeeze them, scratch em', grab and twist them..not to mention when ya grab my nipples and pinch them! I glare intensely at ya and hiss like a caged animal as your soft hands slowly begin fondle them, feeling so angry that you're handling my breasts in such a lewd manner. My breasts aren't for ya to play with, I want to shriek out at ya, but instead my voice comes out in a whimpering moan in reaction to your alluring touch..I'm about to curse at ya again when one of your girls covers my mouth with her hand, gagging me into silence.

Then, I grunt in surprise when ya lean forward and open your pretty mouth, planting it over my breast! My eyes widen, but then shut slowly as ya begin to suckle on my breast, chewing on it, licking at my nipple..ya can feel my nipples getting harder the more ya work over my breasts with your wonderful mouth..I let out a muffled moan into the hand covering my mouth, as ya fondle my breasts with your lips, quivering in pleasure as I can feel your tongue dragging over my stiff nipple..

"MMmmMMMmpphhhh..."

(Forgot to add, Over to ya Brook, or anyone else for that matter!)

I like to examine and size up my captives completely. The sheriff has been  well bound by my  tribe. She squirms and wiggles and the ropes loosed just a tiny bit but not enough to be concerned about. She  strong looking and has proven herself to be so by the fight she put up against several Apache women warriors. Devoid of her lasso, six shooters, and a hidden knife she doesn't look so though.

I have exposed her breasts and they are a magnificent pair. Even larger than mine I think humbly. And not saggy or droopy as such large boobs generally are. Tactile to the touch but firm enough for some pleasant kneading. She also appears to be very responsive as her tits grow and firm up even though she is trussed up.

I move off her and start my examination. First there is that long, silky, thick, blonde hair. Not the stringy hair most blondes have. I grab ahold and yank hard. Tiffany yelps but I can see the hair is strong and undamaged. I grab two handfuls and pull them hard apart so I can see down to her scalp. A scalp I may later claim for a prize? The hair gets a shade or two darker but is still blonde all the way to the scalp. I have found from pulling out the hair of other insolent blondes that often the roots are dark, even black. But not this one.

I squeeze and pinch her biceps and triceps. As I expected they are very firm with strong biceps. No flabby underarms of many invading women who are soft. Her forearms are equally impressive. Still her arms are round and solid with a very feminine shape. A quick look of her broad shoulders and shoulder blade area revels she is strong and solid there also.

I remove her white constraining device around her waist and belly. I spread my first finger and thumb wide and encircle them around her waist. My thumbs tough and my fingers almost meet behind her back. A small waist but not the smallest I have seen. The front bulges slightly. Perhaps it is her clothing which gathers there. Or maybe a little extra fat there or perhaps just strong muscles that bulge out. I grab her hair and pull her head back so she can't see what I am doing. Then drive my knuckles hard into her stomach. She is unprepared for it and doesn't firm up to lessen the blow. My knuckles drive in deep and she gasps. I conclude she has strong muscles there but is also a little on the soft side. Maybe from sitting too much behind her sheriff's desk?

Her hips are wide that makes her smallish waist appear even smaller. Nice round womanly hips that speak of good child bearing. Maybe instead of scalping her I will make her a tribe member and she could bear us many strong warriors, female and male.

That makes me curious about her rear. Is that also large and soft from sitting too much? I stand her up and spin her around to face away from me. I grab the bottom of her white skirt and lift it up all the way to the waist band. Her ass is still covered by some white flimsy garment. So I grab the top of it and yank it down so it hangs on her tights. Magnificent thighs but the way but more about those later. Her ass is of nice size. Maybe a little large to go with her hips. It is not so wide but juts out provocatively. I punch and knead it to find it is firm and yet somehow feminine soft as the same time. So sagging her. Looks like bouncing on a horse has kept her ass in great shape. Her rear is too inviting and I stop my examination briefly. I bend her down over the big log she was sitting on. Take the palm of my hand and smack her hard on each cheek several times. Each spank draws a little cry from her. The blood flows to her cheeks and they become quite red with a handprint here and there. Such a nice ass to spank. I shall have to do this often.

I yank that white garment down from her thighs all the way to the boots. Stand the sheriff up again and spin her slowly so I can examine every inch of her thighs and calves. They are solid and firm, not too large and not too small. Not of that cottage cheese look of so many of these prairie women. Nice and smooth but they would be better if I got out my sharp knife and scraped off some of the fine blond stubble starting to grow. Obviously she removes this leg hair from time to time. Her calves are well developed and strong also. Bet those legs could squeeze and collapse one's ribcage.

For someone who flaunts her body so much, the sheriff appears to be a little embarrassed by having her breast, ass, and legs exposed so much. Is it embarrassment or more like humiliation from being treated like so. Well we shall see how embarrassed she gets when her most private parts are revealed. I bend her backwards over the log. Kick her feet apart so her thighs spread. Grab the bottom of her skirt again which fell down when I stood her up. Start to lift it slowly higher and higher... .

(Over to you Tiffany. Hope I described you adequately. Also over to anyone else for the other subplots going on.)

After ordering a drink, I notice the barmaid quickly hop to her feet and come over to get the drink. My eyes soak in her body, seeing how she obviously gets her tips around here. Her breasts jiggle and shake like there's an earthquake going on with each step she takes. She brings me a shot glass and the bottle of whiskey, and I just smile at her, then push the bottle back. Telling her to bring me the good stuff, not that rot gut whiskey she just put on the bar. I can't help but notice how she blushes when I order her around a bit, maybe deep down inside liking it. She walks back by me and I reach out, slapping her on the ass which causes her to yelp before she returns to her seat at the poker table.

My eyes scan each and every woman sitting at the table. Noticing how every single one of them could be trouble in their own right. Then my eyes meet the blonde that is looking at me with a look that says she's up to no good as she asks me to join them at the table. I just smirk a bit. "Poker really isn't my game. However if you get put out of the game, or just get bored, you can come see me and chat. I'll be over at the table in the corner." Turning and grabbing the bottle and shot glass, walking to the table and I can feel her eyes staring at my ass as I sway it back and forth, before sitting down and looking back at her, intrigued as to what her story is. 

(over to anyone in the saloon, or anyone who has business with me)

standing on the sidewalk,just i front of the large front glass of the hotel..hearing someone coming down the sie walk i look up,it's the cute blonde
that misty was talking to in the saloon,cindy her name i think.i'm surprised that someone her size walks so heavily footed.from the sound i had thought a horse had broken loose and was walking down the sidewalk. but i have to admit she is  sexy i can see why she had drawn misty's attention. then i notice the deputy badge pined on her lapel.we smile and nod at each other as she passes by ,then enters the hotel. this could be a complication,and just when it looked like things had broken  my {oops] our way.i watch through the big window as she approaches misty,watch a they chat.. watch as they walk towards the wash room...smiling    misty can handle any complications.
i place my saddle back on gambler.that squaw is damnedlucky she did no harm to gambler. as i unhitch him and misty's horse bullitt and lead them to the stables.walking down the street my eyes scan every building,everystreet,
i stop in front of the bank looking it over. from the out side it looks like every other bank in this godforsaken territory. just like  the last 3 banks we had taken in barksdale,simonville,and tussles. should be noo problemo,.

i stable gambler and bullitt,working over a plan in my mind,we'll have to strike fast.i'll go over things with misty,hope kelli wants to be a part of it.how much of a problem will the deputy be,how many people will be in town,will the sheriff escape and return,dozens of  questions and possible troubles roll through my mind.i don't hear the person enter the  liverly.my body freezes as i hear the words."wellll so lucky catching you here" i spin around in time to see the gunslinger kelli,in time to see her fist  coming at my face. uugh my head rocks back as her  punch slams into my right eye,,oofph i grunt catching another fist in my stomach.i stumble backwards losing my balance falling on my ass.

i look up s she stands over me a nasty smirk on her lips,her left hand  on the butt of her pistol."no one does to me,what you did in the wash room bitch, and gets away with it noooo one" i can only nod my head understanding."good,your lucky i don't finish you off now her hand sliding down her pistol,but i want to hear more of this plan of yours."i'll meet you in the saloon in 20 minutes"
again i can only nod."good she says,smirking and turning to leave"

catching my breath  i pick myself up,dusting myself off,complications,they are always complications,the gunslingers words echo in n my ears.uh-huh i say to myselfand no one does this torme  bitch and gets away with it. me and the gunslinger will settle up later.

i walk into the saloon my eye throbing and beginning to swell,i see misty at the bar knocking down anothet whiskey.i start to walk  towards the bar,but because of my eye i miss the step down  stumbling and careening into a table.

hearing the snickers i look around "it's ok i'm good> then i walk over to the bar
misty  looks me over a look of concern, i tell her of the incident at the stable,and her pretty face clouds over in sudden anger,she wants to settle up with the gunslinger ,i explain that can wait for now.

i hear a few more  chuckles and notice the four tramps at the table looks like they are getting ready for a game. the tall snoody looking blonde  shes pretty
but i can tell that she is trying to pretend to be something  that she is'ent,probably a preachers daughter,or a school teach,living out her fantasy of playing a  madame.
then there is the saloon girl the one who had fondled me earlier. a tall dark haired beauty .but she is striped  fully naked already..she must be a lousy card player or just vey horny.probably a lot of both.if i had more time in this  dust bowl i may take time to find out how much of the first.

then the next blonde a tall muscular looking gal, i notice her butt hanging over the sides of the chair.i can see what the hotel maids meant when they said her had a BIG SPREAD."snark" but  the tough look and the garb  she wears can't disguise her beauty.
the n there is the other brunette the gambler tall beautiful dark hair dark skined.an air of mystery. a quick llook into her eyes  says she is so much more than just a gambler something a little more dangerous i kind of feel sorry for the other three.

ya'll see something funny over here? sliding my hand down  to my holster.
their attention returns to the card game.no i did'ent think so.i slap the bar  barkeep.the young boy behind the bar comes over.  i'll have  a saspahrillar
a what  he ask looking puzzled. glaring at him you heard me or are you making fun of my accent.no mam he stammers. good  and none of that funny stuff like last time.  yes mam he answers.
i watch the four gals as they  begin their card game i can sense the hostility between them from here.this might get good .taking my drink iwalk over to misty's table.just as i get settled  down and take a sip,the swinging doors opens and closes  the gunslinger steps in looking around. yep things may get interesting.

kelli,cindy,or any one really from here.

I enter the saloon and look around at all the action going on. I spot Lexi and move over to her. " I will listen to your plan, but I am not promising anything til I have time to think about it." I tell the bartender to give me a whiskey. I shoot it down.

looking over at Lexi "We do have other business. Maybe I should just put a bullet in that pretty head of yours and call it a day. Then again, that wouldn't be any fun. So where are all the others you are including in your plan?"

I look over at the poker game and notice a rather beautiful Brunette, my eyes are glued on her as she deals the cards. I smile  and then look back over at Lexi.

"So where are all these people your including in your plan?"

I stand up and walk over behind the beautiful Brunette.

"Excuse me, did I overhear someone call you Paula?"

I look around the table to see what type of players we have here.

"Nobody here looks to tough to me, but if you need any help with the rift raft Paula..I am right over at this table over there. Good luck to all."

I smile as I walk back over and sit down.



tag to anyone who wants

The sheriff is so hot and sexy and my examination of her perfect body has me all hot and bothered. I can't get enough of her body with her all bound up like that. My hormones get the better of my common sense.  I slug her a couple of times to knock her nearly unconscious. Then I slowly undo the ties that bind her. Stretch her out flat on her back and mount her. She is dazed and hardly knows what is going on. I sit on her stomach and fondle her breasts, my own nipples growing with my excitement.

I undo my upper garment so my  own breasts are exposed. Sliding down her body I place myself body to body on her. I spread my legs to keep her from rolling us open if she does become fully alert. I start rubbing my tits all over hers. My firm nipples bend and tease hers as I rub them across her nipples and from top to bottom and back.  I grab her hair in both hands and pull, not so much as to cause pain but rather to all a little bit of roughness to my advances. I open my mouth wide and cover hers with mine as I slowly insert my tongue into her mouth.

 sitting at the table  with misty sipping my drink,my eye throbs
then on  cue the gunslinger  kelli walks  through the swing doors.
she stops looking at me  her lips curled in a smirk.
she walks with the arrogant swagger of a seasoned gunfighter
she's good and she knows it..only a fool would dare challenge her
to a gunfight. she stops between me and misty  and in a quiet voice
" so whats the plan?" then the gambler attracts her attention ,they
seem to know each other..without another word the gunslinger walks  to the table of the card playing tramps..standing beside the gambler. rubbing my eye,  watching her ..my plan? to kick your ass for this.i mutter}

misty looks at me concerned..you  better leave that bitch alone
she's crazy..."i can handle her"   she is the fastest gun in the territory  sugar..your good   but i don't want to lose my partner
let it go ."yeah well i was'ent thinking of a  gun fight, i owe her for this  my eye."


yeah well you can't beat me in a fight like i said leave the bitch alone.i glare at misty. is that so.seems the last time we got into a fight you were left bruised and battered.misty  looks at me hard
don't push it sugar.

i notice that the saloon has gone silent,i look around and notice  everyone looking at us.especially the  5 tramps at the table
the gambler her eyes burning a hole into me a smile on her lips.
something about her i just don't like.

i look back at misty and smile  leaning closer and brush my lips over hers.pulling back from her a .ohh i'm not going to push it babes. not just yet anyway..we have business  here to do.

then the  blonde girl with the pigtails walks into the saloon looking around..any one know where deputy cindy is going? she just lit out of town  on her horse.like the devil was  after her.

the girl continues..the marshals are gone, sheriff tiffany has disappeared and now cindy.there is no law here.none at all.a murmur goes through the saloon.. i look at misty  everything else the past few minutes has been forgotten.we lock eyes and smile.

can be anyone's turn here}

Wowwwww VERY COOL!!!  You have some gal all the way from Philly. Riding into Rattlesnake making herself known!!   ;)

Riding quickly down through town, firing a six shooter a few times...   Lexi is here.. Misty is here ... Phillybaby here.. So many impressive and lovely ladies...
LET'S HEAR YA MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!  WAAAAHooooooo!!

A smile, as I ride out of town, before LexiBabe can go nuts on me again ....  she is pretty .. loco  Hmmmm pretty loco?? He he
Not to mention any of those sexy ladies of the law around these parts!!

Anyways just wanted to maybe add some life here... BACK to the lovely ladies N Lexibabe!!

My face is a solid shade of red as I'm being practically woman-handled by this sexy Indian bitch. Both anger and embarrassment well up within me as her fondling hands grope every inch of me, pulling at my flowing hair, turning me around and spinning me about effortlessly, inspecting my bound and helpless body as if I'm a new toy ready to played with. Then, the bitch spanks me, and that really riles me up! I barely feel the sting of her palm on my firm, round ass as instead I'm drowning in a sea of humiliation and anger and think of nothing else but to get this girl back! I strain in my tight bounds but the ropes seemingly get tighter every time I move. I finally sigh and resign to my fate, groaning inwardly as her touch slowly becomes less probing and more, sensuous. I shiver and let out a yelp as she bends me back over the log I was kneeling on, and I squirm in fiery resistance as she begins to lift my tight skirt up my strong thighs..

I can see the heat in her eyes, the mounting lust sweltering vividly within her as she stares at me. There's a hunger in her and she wants to devour me whole. She then abruptly slugs me a few times, catching me off guard and easily pounding me into a stunned state, and I moan in both pain and  frustration as I cannot defend myself. My world is spinning about and threatening to fall into darkness, but I manage to hang onto consciousness. But then, just like with the sudden punches she startles me once more by untying my bonds. I let out a soft sigh of relief when she unravels the last rope that binds me. I'm a little too dazed to act upon my freedom, so instead I lay there quietly, slowly regaining my bearings. A soft sigh escapes my lips when I feel her mount me, and I can just taste her lust that's growing inside her. I glance down at her as she leans over me, gasping a lil when I see her expose her firm tits to me. Another moan escapes my mouth as she begins to rub her stiff nipples over mine, and my moans only grow louder as she rubs those wonderful breasts of hers over my own mounds. They feel so good against my body..a warm, tingling sensation crawls over me as I lay there beneath my sexy Native captor..she pulls on my hair roughly, and conquers my lips with her mouth. I gasp into her rough kiss, a groaning into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue and excitedly suckling on it. For the moment, I forget about my peril, the humiliation ya put me thru and even the harsh punches ya inflicted on me. Instead, I lose myself to your kiss, kissing back aggressively, quietly admitting to myself how much I've enjoyed the rough treatment and being taken advantage of by such a sexy captor. As I return your heated kiss, I become more awake and alert..I know escape my first priority, and even as our lustful kiss lingers on, I have to get outta this situation..it's then that I notice we're alone in the tent, your companions deciding to leave us so you can act freely on your passions..

I press my lips firmly into yours with another moan, then as ya sigh in response ya feel my right hand grab the back of your head, yanking on your hair! I pull back on your head, breaking our heavy kiss, grunting as your fingers in my hair tighten. I ignore the burn in my scalp to instead pull as far back on your dark hair as I can, then I arch my lower back, plant my boots into the ground, and thrust my hips upward! My waist rises beneath your crotch and lifts up, and abruptly, sharply, I turn to my right, rolling sideways to buck ya off of me! I watch ya roll over the dirt and move frantically up to your knees. I scramble to my knees as well, and quickly grab my lasso which was discarded on the ground after ya untied me from it. Snatching it up, I whip it at ya as ya turn to face, watching it wrap around your upper body. It wraps firmly around your shoulders, just under those lovely bare tits, and around your arms and waist, pinning your arms to the sides!

"That oughta hold ya, ya lil varmint.." I hiss, smirking when I see ya can't escape for now.

As ya kneel there, struggling, tangled up and helpless, I get up onto my feet and look about the enclosed space of the tent. I bend over and grab my corset, taking a few moments to put it back on while ya struggle to escape my lasso. I then toss on my vest and reach down for my hat, placing it over the wild mess of my hair that's flowing from the top of my head. I reach over to my panties and pull them back up my shapely, fishnet clad legs. Fix up my tight skirt as well. I'm about to look for my six-shooters and my other lasso when--

"MMPHH!"

A hand suddenly clamps down over my mouth from behind, while an arm wraps around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides! I gasp when I feel a pair of firm breasts push into my back as I struggle against the hand and arm, and quickly see another small, trim and feminine body rush up in front of me. Damn bitches, I think in a panic, must have snuck back into the tent! I struggle against the girl holding me from behind but she has a firm grip on me. The one in front of me grabs my hands roughly and starts to wrap one of the ropes that were discarded on the ground around my wrists! She ties them together tightly in front of me, and quickly wraps another rope around my upper arms, shoulders and just below my breasts. I moan into the girl's palm, wiggling my hips and struggling. No, I can't be captured again.. I won't!

I watch as the little bitch bends over to grab another rope to tie my legs together--and then my right knee snaps upward and slams right into her forehead! She lets out a cry and her whole body snaps up and falls backward! I hear the girl holding me from behind gasp in shock, and I quickly stomp my root foot down hard into her foot! She lets out a squeal and I twist out of her grip, turning to my left in a sharp, forceful turn. She releases me completely, but charges at me a moment later with rage in her eyes as I turn to face her. Just at the last moment, I bend forward, feeling her tummy press against my left shoulder. I hear her let out a scream as I straighten up, lifting her over my shoulder and practically flipping her over me in the process! She lands in a heap, right on top of BOTH of ya, still tangled up in my lasso, and her little friend who's moaning in a daze. I look over at the three of ya as ya'll lay there in a pile, and I let out a laugh and move over to opening of the tent. I pause at the doorway, turning back, pucker my lips and blow ya'll a kiss before I disappear, running out of the tent and into the dry, hot night.

My hands are still bound together firmly and I've left my guns and lasso back in that tent, but at least I'm free. I stay low to the ground, careful as to not alert any of the other Natives of my presence. We made a bit of a ruckus back inside the tent but it looks like the majority of the camp is over by the large fire about ten feet or so away. They probably didn't even hear the commotion inside there. Better for me..I spot a pair of horses tied up to a tree, and sneak on over to them. Manage to untie one and mount him, which proved to be a bit tricky given how my arms are bound together. Moments later, even with my tied hands I ride on out of the camp, disappearing into the night, heading back to my town..

(Very very very sorry for my absence! RL was whippin' my rear real good lately, and only now I've managed to get back into the mix of things :-* )

showdown at rattlesnake gulch  part-2.
place.cattyville...scene.. the dark and musty  big devil saloon

table in the middle of the room. four tramps. the gambler, the cowgirl,the saloon girl , and the school marm..are beginning a game of poker.
the tension between the four is heavy. drawing the attention of the gunfighter.

at a coner table the two most notorious vicious and hottest outlaws lexibabe,
and mistycats talk over their plans.

behind the bar a pimply faced boy.no more than 19  oogling the girls in the room.
when  a blonde girl in pig tails the owner of the town brothel bust in.shouting
that deputy cindy was seen leavingtown and that there was no law in cattyville.


meanwhile  miles outside of town sheriff tiffany has fought her  way free,from the group of renegade indians.that leaves a host of questions.

with no law in town while the  outlaws misty and lexi take advantage? and clean out the town?
will the gunslinger join  with lexi and misty..or with the  dark mysterious gambler?

what of the tension  between the cowgirl,the saloon girl and the school marm?
will they become heroes or villans.

can sheriff tiffany  finish her escape and return to save cattyville?
or will the  sexy lustful indian princess make tiffany her slave?

and will deputy cindy return?

{it's open for any one to take over here}

Xhowdown at rattlesnake gulch. Part 2

Place..american southwest.  1870'*s

Scene. Dusty cow town named cattyville.a few typical businesses of the day scattered along.main st
.to tne left.the cattyville freight office.a.large impressive building.that has most of the activity during the week

Across the.side street.  The gunsmith shop..then the assayers office

Located next to rylies.wwestern gear...appears to be closed

Next in line is the sheriffs office

Then.  Luren and nutmegs general mercantile

Then the second side street just around the coner the blacksmith shop

On the coner the life blood of any western town. The territory bank..stormbolt prop

On the right side of main street.  The cattyville telegraph co
Then the territory newspaper

Next is the town barber.  Then the town restraun

On the coner the largest building in town.the cattyville hotel

Around the coner the doctors and denistry office.a.few empty buildings



Then the town brothel..the silk stockings room     

Across from thd hotel the towns social center.  The bigt devil saloon

Further down is the town stables

The town is quiet today. Most of the activity in the saloon

A large dank place filled with a sweaty dusty whiskey smell

At the far table four tramps.the local rancher.the saloon girl

The school marm..and a mysterious darkhaired stranger

Oddly enough the game has drawn the attention of the vicious blonde gunfightedr

In the center of the room...the notorious outlaws..misty and lexi..talking over their plans

Out side the sky darkens..thunder booms in the distance


Miles outside of town the sheriff has fallen captive to a small band of renegade indians



Anyone can begin here...after completing your post..please indidcate who's turn will be next 

Three days ago in Denver.

Sarah was having an argument with her mother and her father. Sarah was set for an arranged marriage with a rich man in Denver. This man was very rich that he had money for ten lifetimes and still have enough not to work in the eleventh. Sarah found a problem with it. She did not love the man. Love was very important to the shy small girl.

Father: If you leave for Cattyville then you are cut off. We will never take you back even if you fail which I suspect you will.

Mother never spoke up against her husband. Sarah was sure that mother disagreed with him cutting me off as well as me leaving. Sarah knew though that she did not want to end up like her mother. Sarah wanted to put her foot down right now about leaving. Sarah was determined to take the next stagecoach South.

Sarah: Cut me off if you must, father. I will succeed in CattyVille. People will come from all over to stay in my hotel. I will make my Hotel the best in the South.

Sarah looked into the face of her father. He seemed relatively unimpressed by owning a small hotel in a town ruled by gun slingers and other vagrants. There was more money to be made in Denver and he knew that. He could not get it through his daughter's skull and into her brain.

Father: Do not come crying to me when you fail. Good Day.

Sarah watched as he took my Mother by the hand and they went inside. Sarah wanted to speak to her Mother once before she left but that is now impossible to do. Sarah waved at her mother as she was taken inside. The door closes closing the scene for that particular scene. Sarah took her bags and was taken to the stagecoach going South.

Present Time........

The thunder closing in on the stagecoach as it makes it way to the town of Cattyville. The sound of roaring thunder can be heard all over the valley. Sarah was alone in the stagecoach coming to Cattyville. Sarah felt uneasy for most of the ride down to Cattyville. There was always the chance of outlaws hitting the coach or Indians.

As we bumped along the dusty trails and the vast territory, I could feel civilization receeding behind me. Slipping away with each turn of the wagon wheels. My mother taught me that different customs, language or colour of skin were not causes for prejudice or hostility. But as I saw real Indians for the first time, I could not reason with the knots in my stomach.

Driver: Almost there darling.

The driver spoke with the town in view. The dusty trails now behind them Sarah could now relax as the town got bigger and bigger into view. Sarah knew there was a sheriff in town but not so sure about the deputy. This would be one of the first places Sarah would have to stop to let them know she was in town. The new hotel owner.

Driver: CattyVille.

The sounds of the horses slowing down and the feeling that the wheels have stopped have given Sarah the impression that they are at the destination. Sarah waits for the door to be opened which it is a moment later by the courteous driver. The driver takes Sarah by the hand and helps her down. Sarah picks up her dress a little with her other hand not to trip on it. Once down on firm footing Sarah releases the long dress to let it drop back down.

Driver: Are you sure you will be okay miss?

Sarah: Thank you kind sir. I am the new hotel owner here. I will be okay.

Sarah not wanting to admit it but she was a little nervous being here now that she was actually here. Sarah having knots in her stomach was a sure sign of that. Sarah was by herself for the first time ever. Sarah no longer had her mother to watch over her.

Sarah watched as her three bags were unloaded from the top of the stage coach. Sarah watched as the men placed them on the nearby wooden planks which of Sarah is now standing on. Sarah's violet dress with a violet hat standing out in the town where everyone was dressed very ruggedly. Sarah had arrived.

All Sarah had to do now was find where the hotel was located. Sarah knew what it looked like but where in town was it exactly.

TO BE CONTINUED BY ANYONE?

I watch as i see the new girl get off the stage.  As the circuit judge of this territory, I often feel its my job to just observe and to try and sniff out trouble at times before it starts.  I had heard rumors that the new owner of the old hotel was arriving on the stage today and i wanted to see just WHO was crazy enough to take on THAT job in THIS territory.  It better be a woman with a strong constitution..... as this part of the country aint for the faint of heart.  With the lack of law around here, we've seen store owners, sheriffs, deputies and the like come and go....and yes....even hotel owners......I smile wryly and shake my head a few times.....my left hand holding the shot glass of strong whiskey...bringing it up to my full lips.....and carefully sipping the nasty elixir.   Yeah...its kinda early for drinking this rot gut........but maybe it takes this stuff to be a circuit judge....and to just stomach myself maybe....maybe just to stomach myself....

Lord knows this backwater town could use a hotel, we're growing and betting bigger.  This town may actually have a "future".......but what kinda future?.......Unfortunately its seems to be in a bad way.  You say its sure funny for a 'judge" to be talking like this?  Especially a judge the 'likes of me".  I hear what the people say about me....she takes bribes....they call me "Hanging Michelle"....and much worse!  But what am I to do?  This town is hard and life isn't easy for common folk.  I often wish I had taken another path but I can't do it alone.  A good sheriff would sure be nice but that doesn't seem to ever last here in Rattlesnake Gulch.  So...I just go my own way.......and I let them talk...I'm gonna be me and that probably isn't changing soon........smiling as my large dark eyes widen, watching her get off the stage gingerly.....

I let my right hand drop down to my waist....the fingers of my hand dragging along the handle of my pearl handled Colt, always at my side as you never walked the streets of Rattlesnake unarmed....unless you didn't want to "walk" again that is!  I watched the girl get off the stage and I wondered....was she another bright eyed and bushy tailed Easterner with "big ideas but low on courage"...."high on a bad case of the dumb ass"....?  Cause what it takes here in Rattlesnake is courage....and its in damn fucking short supply.....

Oh if she stays she'll be coming to me....asking the "Judge" for help...and why I don't bring some "real law and order" to this town.  I fiddle some more with my pistol as I lean back in my chair against the wall.....my long black dust covered trench coat dangling down along side of my rickety old chair......unfurling down to the old dirt covered wooden sidewalk....my boots up on the horse rail in front of the courthouse....my long legs crossed.....watching the people coming and going....a twig in my month and my black cowboy hat down almost over my eyes......but not enough I don't see what's going on in this town......and wondering......

Is this the one?   Is this where and when I make my move?   And what will my move finally be?   I smile as i watch her get down out of the stage......watch her move as I sniff back the dust brought in by the stage as it stings my flared nostrils........."Maybe she is the one"......I whisper......"Oh well"......."They don't call me Hanging Michelle for nothing"....."There's gotta be a poker game somewhere in this town"....time to go to work :)

That was a close one.. I think to myself as I ride along the dusty trail leading up to ol' Cattyville, which sits at a comfortable distance ahead of me. Not as close as the time those stage coach robbin' thieves trussed me up to the railroad tracks after falling into their trap outside of town. I can remember every lil detail of that hot, sweltering afternoon.. So close to getting crushed by that big, black train, barreling down the tracks at me at full speed, squirming and wiggling to undo that last knot that would ensure my freedom with only seconds to spare.. Gawd, just thinking about that sends a shiver down my back, and a lil tingling spark between my legs.. Being held captive by those Indians sure wasn't as bad as the time that brothel owning hussy kidnapped me and kept me prisoner for a couple of days..I didn't think a prissy lil thing like her would have the gall to go after a Sheriff, but I guess I misjudged her. Oh, she was a real bitch. Real degrading being her 'special attraction', I shudder to think about the things she made me do for her, her girls, and a very select group of clients..well, not exactly shudder..but being her captive allowed me to find out everything about her lil smuggling operations, which I shut down, which led to me running the bitch and her gang outta town.

The spat with those Indians sure was a close one though. I mean, no one knows I was captured by em', no one except that fine piece of ass Misty, but I wasn't counting on an outlaw to lead my cavalry. No, I was out here by my lonesome, at the mercy of some mean, but admittedly sexy Natives, and it's got me thinking. I can handle my own, gotten outta countless scraps by myself, not needing any cavalry, not wanting any either. But maybe it's time this ol' gal accepted some help..finally get around to finding me a deputy. Not that I REALLY needed it, but I definitely would have welcomed some help back there. Ah, I'll think about that later. No one knew where I went off to but word sure would have spread that the town was missing a Sheriff.

I ride into the outskirts of town, and as I do so I breathe a sigh of relief. The relief is short-lived, as I'm reminded I'm still partially tied up. I glance down at the ropes that bind my wrists together, and the thicker cords that wrap around my shoulders and under my large breasts. Really need to get these off of me. I manage to steer my horse over to the Silk Stocking Girl building to my right, too tired to really consider the building I'm parking myself beside. I slip off the saddle smoothly and take a seat on the porch, bringing my bound hands up to my mouth, my teeth biting down on the tight knot. I chew on it, gnawing it to loosen the ropes and free myself..

(Open to anyone else!)

I.look over at the card game between the four tramps witth some amusement
Then the glimmer of a plan.how to bust this town wide open occurs to me.these four tramps will play a big part of it

I slide in closer to misty so no one can overhear.exchanging ideas our plan begins to take shape

Leaving misty Iwalk over to the card game.to the.blonde.cowgirl.and whisper in her ear
To keep her eyes on the gambler and gunslinger..there working as a team

Then Iturn and walk through the swinging doors..meeting a tall.well dressed woman
Someone Ihad not seen in town yet

We stop exchanging.looks..she had a dainty.lady like aire of superioty about her..but her eyes were hard and cold.
An uneasy feeling grips me.I'm not sure why
I give a nod walking past out to the dusty street.the wind begins to pick up

I turn and look back as she enters the saloon..she will be trouble

Crossing the street Istop in front of the general store and notice a passanger getting off the stage
I can only smile. Another green horn...probably spoiled looks like the thpe girl
Use to getting her way....the perfect victim

Walking across to the restraunt Inotice movement to the side of the building
I stop narrowing my eyes then smile.it is only a bunny rabbitt
Feeding on a few scraps..don't let the cook catch you little bunny

The little rabbitt lifts its head..its jaws chewing on some left over
Its small dark eyes looking directly into mine

Plain as day it speaks..the sheriff is back....beware the hanging judge

My mouth drops open.  What...I close and open my eyes
The little rabbitt has turned its attention back to the scrap pile

I stare a moment. What do they put in that rot gut in the saloon
It had to be someone Ilook around no one else is near

Just my imagination..nothing more.Iturn walking into the restraunt for dinner

Sarah..ashley..michelle karly or anyone can be next         

Heavens to Geronimo, I am frustrated that the Sheriff escaped from me and my band of Indian women. Should have scalped the bitch when I had the chance. Her long blonde hair and smooth scalp would have made a nice trophy.

I tried to follow her but lost her. And me supposed to be so good at tracking. Now I am sneaking into town. I still want that blonde scalp or maybe some other one. I ride my unshod horse into town, keeping in the shadows and walking her slowly so her shoeless hooves don't make much sound.

I stay off the road and a good thing, too, as the stage from Denver rumbles by. I follow it into town unseen. Then slide off my horse. Staying in the shadows I observe everything.

A rather short, wisp of a woman gets off the stage. Looks rather frail for this rough town and the territories. But she has long hair. Not sure of the color because of the failing light. Looks reddish, dark brown. Would be a nice trophy next to that long b blonde one once I get it.

You ma wonder why I am after some scalps. Normally I am a peace loving Indian Princess but lately I have been done wrong. That cowgirl stealing my horses, the sheriff shooting at me, and some gunslingers ripping up our tents when we were out hunting. Time to put some fear into these bitches.

Oh yes, there is the circuit judge. Another one on my list. I watch her watch the frail woman destage. She is a tall woman, not slender nor chubby but perfectly sized body for her height. You would think a judge would be on the soft side from a sedentary life. But not this one. She looks athletic and strong.  IThe only thing I really know about her is that she has had several of my tribe strung up for the slightest crimes. A hanging judge if there ever was one and never one to give a fair hearing to an Indian.

I am hiding beside the local brothel. One run and staffed by the silliest and softest women I have very seen. Don't see how those ugly bitches could charge much for their services.

I look up and see the Mayor also watching the circuit judge watching the woman from the stagechoach.
Another piece of work from what I have heard. But a perfect fit for a town of ruffians and classless women. Used her position to grab the biggest mansion in town. She is fairly short also, not as short as the stagecoach lady and a little on the fleshy side. She doesn't have the look of someone raised in the territories but rather a refined classy look. I hear her mutter something but can't quite understand her accent.

I leave the side of the brothel and sneak into the jail while the sheriff is not there. Grab a pair of handcuffs and leg retrains from a couple of desk drawers. Back out and I think of sneaking into the mayor's office and/or the hotel but decide that can wait.

I hear laughter and other noises from the saloon. Seems like it is busy tonight. Better check it out so I  can know who is around.

On my way over to the saloon I see a cute bunny rabbit hopping around. Hmmm, the fur would make a nice hat I think. But the little bunny hops away before I can grab it.

(Over to anyone who still has a scalp)

sitting in the corner of the saloon drinking my whiskey and watching the card game going on. I look around and checkout the surroundings. A six shooter holstered on each hip. Hearing some noise outside thinking the stagecoach has arrived. What could this plan be..... going to rob a bank....or maybe a stagecoach? They must be crazy if they think I will put my ass on the line for that. I will listen to their offer and then decide if I want to...go with it...put a bullet in all their pretty heads....or just walk away. Taking my last shot I slowly get up and make my way to the bar. The sound of my spurs heard with each step.

" Barkeep.... where is a girl go to get a good hot bath in this town?"

The bartender points the way.  I make my way out of the saloon and towards the hotel. I look over at the stagecoach  as I walk by trying to notice the  travelers exiting it. Making it to the hotel I walk up to the front desk and ask for a bath and a room. I head for the bathroom and  notice the hot steaming water. I undress and get ready for the hot bath........


(over to anyone)

I sit in the corner of the saloon watching and studying everyone here. Some play their cards close to their vest, not wanting to show too much. Some just flat out show who they are. My eyes are fixated on this gunslinger, seeing her so calm and cool. It's clear she's a outlaw at heart, and I bet I can convince her to join Lexi and myself on our plans for this town. I watch as she walks out of the saloon, and I'm just about to get up and follow her when I see the new mayor walk in. I study her closely, and something tells me that she's not completely on the up and up. Call it intuition or just being smart, I know there's something about her that's not right. I keep to myself as I watch her, then hear her statement, thinking to myself that maybe I can make some extra money, and get rid of any problems before our plans come to fruition.

As the mayor departs, I decide to take her up on the offer, and stand to walk out of the saloon. Just as I'm making my way past the table, Jo has stood up as well. For a brief moment we lock eyes, and there's tension. I think I know her from the past, maybe from another town, maybe from another brothel, but can't place her. I nod at her and she does the same to me, then I make my way out of the saloon, the wooden swinging doors flapping as I exit.

I make my way over to the mayors office, not dumb enough to follow her into the sheriff's, as that's just inviting trouble. I strut across the dusty road and make my way into her office, seeing that's it's not locked up and just go inside. I walk around to her desk and sit down in the chair, comfy, putting my black boots up on the desk and await her return to talk about her proposal.

I watch as the new hotel owner steps off the stage and I watch as our local town Mayor moves towards the saloon.. I see the look in her eye and the contempt...in spite of the fact that I am the Judge and I could shut her down and jail her!  I slowly get up from my chair and reach down and pick up my double barreled shot gun I carry with me on the streets.  Old habits die hard I guess.....and young judges should die even harder :)  I am not alive today for because I took chances.  I pull down on the stock and open the barrel and reach in the pocket of my full length black trench coat and pull out two cartridges and carefully slide them in both barrels...snapping the shotgun closed with a loud CLACK!  I'm ready for my walk now I think.....

I see the mayor walk out of her her office and begin making the trip over to the saloon.  I think about going over and paying her a visit and maybe buying her a drink.  At some point she and I are going to have to join together if this backwater piece of shit town is ever going to be ANYTHING!  Maybe someday she'll quit believing all the stories being passed around about me and wake up and smell the coffee....time will tell I guess.  Lord knows I've backed the her play more than a few times when it got right down to it.  Me and my shotgun have backed her that is.....and I will again if it ever comes to that.  We need to clean out the nest of snakes and make this a decent town.  Strange words coming from me?  Maybe people don't really know me at all...all they know is what they hear...what they THINK they see...what they think they know.....Maybe the mayor knows where my heart really is......we'll see......

I walk down the street...tipping my hat to any and all who don't turn their nose up at me.....and I get to hear the occasional mutterings of "Fuck You Judge" after people walk past far enough.  All I can really do is smile.....it doesn't bother me....this job isn't going to make one popular and lord knows I'm not anyone's favorite....well....maybe I am to a couple around these parts.....LOL.   If that saloon girl would quit playing hard to get I'd show her what a REAL judge can do......I bet I can get a give her a score of  "10"!    I look up and see the Sheriff riding in and wonder what that dumb bitch has been doing....besides NOTHING!  Jesus the town WHORE would probably make a better sheriff.....LOL.  Then I see the sheriff appears to have gotten herself in a mess again so I walk over.....

"Hey Sheriff?"   "You seem a little 'tied up at the moment"..."Need any help?"  I try and hide my laughter as I walk over and pull the straps holding her hands tied together apart......tossing it aside.......God only knows what mess she just got out of.....probably playing footsie with the town whore and it went a little far and she got her ass tied up........hmmmm......does sound like some fun though......maybe later......  I walk on across the street and tip my hat to the Sheriff as I walk away.....striding over to the saloon.  I suddenly notice two very very familiar horses tied up out front of the saloon and a sly smile comes over my lips and the wheels begin to turn in my head......clicking both barrels of the shotgun......old habits die hard.......old judges die even harder as long as they're careful :)  I am about to walk through the swinging doors into the saloon when I suddenly stop.....

I look back over my shoulder and see Misty walk into the Mayor's office.....and whisper to myself...."I think I'll go have me a little fun".........

I walk over to the Mayors office....cradling my shotgun....walk thru the door.....and smile as I lock eyes with that scumbag slut Misty......

Misty......one of the two filthiest scumbag skunk sluts to ever darken the streets of Rattlesnake Gultch.......Lexi and Misty!........What a pair!.....I wonder where her shit head partner Lexi is?....Probably getting liquored up to help her courage some......Lexi never was much for courage.......Misty is the one who had the guts in the gang......not long on brains....but at least she had some nerve!   All I can do at first is whisper....."Fuck"...then I decide....."What the fuck".....and I plop down take a seat at the Mayor's desk!......and drop my shotgun on the with a loud WHAM!   Lifting my long legs up and dropping them on the edge of the desk.  Grinning......flashing my brightest smile......

"Now...where's that poker game?"   "Isn't this where the poker game is gonna be today?"

'Why hello Misty!"..."Long time no see!"....."I thought you and Lexi were in prison?"...or was it that whore house in Tombstone?"....."Yeah!"...."Tombstone!"....."Aint that the town that had the bank robbery they never solved?"......"YET!".....

My dark eyes narrow a bit as I reach in the pocket of my long black trench coat and pull out a plug of chewing tobacco and slide it between my full lips and under my cheek....

"Maybe I get you all mixed up with the other SCUM in the territory"   "EXCUSE ME Misty for my bad manners!"   "I mean you are a "Lady" after all"    "And I do use that term "Lady" ....loosely"   "You all know about LOOSE though...don't ya?"  I stare over at Misty again....smiling......and I lock eyes with her.....not blinking for what seems like an eternity........

"Why Misty"...."Last time I saw you was over in Dodge City"   "Weren't you fucking Doc Holliday then?"   "Ya know Misty....Doc said you gave him about the worst blow-job he's had in a long time!"   "But then again....the good Doctor and I have been friends a long time"

"And your pal Lexi".....I heard she got run out Sante Fe for cheating at poker?"   "WOW!"   "Course...I guess that ain't as bad as when they ran ya outta Wichita for giving the clap to the sheriff!"....LOL!...."Gawd that sure was funny!"  "Shit he's still pissed!"

"Hey!...you up for a little poker?"   "Come on...I bet you would love a nice...friendly...little game!"   Hell!.....We're both armed so neither one of us would ever even think about cheating the other...AM I RIGHT?"

"I mean is there anything that beats a NICE FRIENDLY little game of five card stud between FRIENDS?"   "Am I right?"  'Hey I'm the Judge...I'm always right!"   "Right?"

I feel my large dark eyes dart back and forth between the her eyes and the door...wondering if Lexi is gonna come busting through that door with guns blazing......watching Misty's eyes....and her hands....knowing with my shotgun on the desk and my hand on the stock of it.....and my other hand on the handle of my Colt pistol at my side....she may be slow.....but she won't do anything stupid.....right now anyways......plus....I got nothing on her...so maybe I'll just have a little fun for the moment.  And I wonder why folks don't like me much...hehehe :)

Then I forget who I'm dealing with.....I almost wish she would make a move so I could end this all right now......but she has half a brain......Lexi has trained her well....but those two aren't THAT smart and I KNOW they are up to something.....and I aim to find out just what!

"Hey Misty.....Drinks are on me!"  "What'll ya have?"  "I bet the Mayor has a bottle in this office somewhere"

The food in the restraunt was suspringsly good..and they had sweet tea.something I've not had.since Ileft (some may say fled)
The south....Idrop the payment on the table walking out to the sidewalk. The.sky is clearing.and the warm afternoon sun beams
Across the side of my face.

I notice the newest stranger in town..yep.she is a total green horn victim.plastered on her face
Ill have to make my presence known to her.a kind of welcome to the town just before Ileave this stink hole

I notice misty walking into the mayors office....what. the. I've heard of this mayors reputation
How she uses any tactics possable to get her way...smiling Irealize that misty has special plans.for
Her honor.

Then a movement catches my eyes between the buildings..an injun girl.  Staying hidden in the shadows survaying.the town
What is she up to.maybe planing an attack on the town.ohhh tthis is to perfect.

I cross the street and follow her.move for move staying just far enough back so she doesent see me
Finally Iget a good enough view to see that it is the same squaw that stole gambler the knocked misty on the head

Grr...that bitch..the thought of that fat ass squaw on my horse makes my bllod boil
I owe her for that and what she did to misty...Ifollow her to the back side of the stables

I can use her and her band of renegades in my plans.but for now Iwant revenge
I bust from my cover and rush her...she turns the look of surprise on her face is funny..just before Islam my body into her

Brook.  .and or anyone else next               

My reconnaissance of the town was going well. That is until the outlaw sees me. Getting careless I think to myself. She is the one whose horse I had to borrow to get out of town last time I was here. Don't know why she is pissed. I let the horse go and she should have found it by now if she is as good as she thinks she is. That is unless that rancher grabbed the horse for herself. Wouldn't put it past her. Must admit it was a beautiful horse, one of the best I've seen. But horses with shoes are too noisy for an Indian maiden. Besides it was used to a saddle and reins. My horse is superior because I can control it with slight pressure from my thighs.

Enjoyed conking her partner on the head. These two are known for their nasty exploits even among the Indian tribes. We have a particular hate for them as they have more than once tried to frame Indians for the most dastardly deeds.

As if she could think she could follow me and I would not know it! I lead her deeper into the shadows. I've been waiting to give her a larger dose of what I gave her partner.  I am all set to turn around and jump her only to have a shocked look cover my countenance.  "Ooaapphhhhh...." her body slams into me. Down we go as we crash to the ground in a cloud of dust. I garb her hair and start scrambling: twisting, kicking, turning, bucking, rolling ....doing what I can to try and get on top of her. Shocked that I let her get so close without knowing it. I really must be slipping. Got too comfortable and careless dealing with that sheriff. Not really the sheriff's fault as she was used to having the side of the crocked law on her side. But this outlaw is different, she has to live by her wits.

The cloud of dust kicks up even more as we roll back and forth on the ground, ripping hair and throwing punches.

(Over to you Lexi, you sneaky bitch!)

I'm kicked back in the mayor's chair, waiting on her when I hear the door open, and my eyes look up, expecting the mayor but only seeing Michelle walk in. The judge of this small town. No doubt she's noticed I'm in town, and has come to try and get me to slip up. I watch as she plops her arrogant self down across me and spouts off at the mouth about several things. Going on and on with stuff that I just let slide. I just shake my head when she offers the small game. "Another time Michelle. I have business to tend to." Getting up and tipping my hat to her, then walking out, leaving her to wonder just what I'm up to.

I stride back out onto the streets, seeing a lonely tumbleweed roll down the dirt road. I take a deep breath, inhaling the air as my breasts heave just slightly. My eyes scan the town, figuring I will take a small stroll through it and see if there's any store or shack that's not locked up. Wanting to find where the best places are with the best loot. I take a few steps down the sidewalk, my boots clapping on the wooden planks as my black trench coat flies behind me in the air. 

(over to anyone)

Watching Misty get up and leave in a huff was just what I had planned......and just what i expected from the stupid slut.  Besides..as I said....Lexi has the brains of that outfit......Misty has a nice pair of tits but not much else other than being more dangerous physically :)  I slowly take my long legs and boots off the mayors desk....drop them to the floor...my spurs jingling.....getting slowly to my feet...I cradle my shotgun and decide.......

"What the fuck..maybe there's a poker game over at the saloon!"

I walk out of the mayor's office and tip my hat to a few passer's by as I cross the dust laden street and begin making my way over to the saloon.  Taking a deep breath....I cock the two barrels of my shotgun again....and walk up to the two swinging doors...

I glance up and down the street on either side of the saloon entrance..... when I suddenly notice Misty walking around the corner of the Mayor's office building and I quickly get an idea that REALLY FUCKING APPEALS TO ME RIGHT NOW!........and I suddenly decide to follow her....my anger with her rudeness growing by the second!    I say to myself....."I think its time to settle a few things between myself and Miss SKANK!"   I walk faster ...carrying my shotgun now in my left hand as I increase the pace of my step to catch up to her.  My prayers are answered as Misty hears the sound of my boots on the wood side walk and then on the ground and the jingling of my spurs.  She begins to turn around to face me just as I reach her.....

I quickly toss the shotgun to the ground that I was holding with my left hand.....rapidly curling the fingers of my right hand into a tight fist as I rush up behind her.  I grit my teeth and quickly draw back my right arm and drive it hard at her jaw as our eyes meet!.....my bare knuckles whistling at her head!!......feeling my knuckles CRACKING HER JAW with a loud SMACK AND THUD!!!  I feel the tingling and the numbness quickly shoot momentarily up my hand and forearm as my hard knuckles impact her hard chin and jaw!!    Grimacing as my large dark eye widen......watching my hard right fist hit her solid!......Her head twisting to the side as I quickly step back and begin removing my long black trench coat...pulling it over my broad shoulders and down first my left arm.....then down my right!....tossing it aside to the ground as I reach up with my left hand and take off my black hat and toss it on top of my coat....My long dark brown hair...tied back in a tight pony tail falls down my back along my spine....I reach down and unbuckle my gun belt and poll it from around my slim waist and toss it over on top of my dusty coat and hat.....I then begin rolling up the sleeves of my denim shirt...exposing my upper arms and small hard biceps and sinewy forearms.......and I slowly raise both of my arms up in front of my chest and cock them at the elbows...curling both of my hands into tight fists and holding them just out in front of my pert breasts which are now straining the denim material of my tight shirt.   My quickly hardening nipples already poking into and leaving an imprint on my shirt that leaves no doubt just how excited I am getting at the prospect of BEATING HER FUCKING ASS!!!    I begin snarling at her....hoping she's not so stunned she'll back off from me....

"What do you say we settle a few things right now you fucking cxnt!"

"I'm sick of your God Damn DISRESPECTING ATTITUDE TOWARDS ME and I think I need to TEACH YOU SOME MANNERS!"   "So lets settle this the only way you and I know how to you MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!...WITH OUR FISTS!"   "Maybe this time we won't be interrupted like the last time I was kicking your BONEY ASS and you got saved by that DIP-SHIT MAYOR breaking us up!!!"

"PUT EM UP cxnt!"  "I am gonna beat you to within an inch of YOUR WORTHLESS CROOKED LIFE!!!"   "AND I AM SO GONNA ENJOY THIS!"

I raise my fists up and assume my stance and pray she takes me up on my offer coz I am in such a mood and I haven't been this PISSED in a long time!!.....and I OWE THIS BITCH BIG TIME!!!!

*Looks at the two of them...and just shakes my head.....smiling a little as I bend over and pick up my hat...placing it on my head and adjusting it...then picking up my gun belt and sliding it around my slim waist....buckling it....*

*I then pick up my black trench coat in my right hand and my shotgun in my left...and shrug my shoulders...shaking my head again.....and begin walking back around to the front of the building and slide the shotgun under the saddle of my black stallion...Scooter...*   *I climb up in the saddle....and lean over....whispering in Scooter's ear....."I bet if we hurry we can make that noon stage in Tombstone that goes to Dodge City and then catch that train back east"...."Let's move boy!"....."Its time to blow this town!"......"You'll like New York!"...*

*With that...I dig my spurs into Scooter's sides and we take off for Tombstone in a cloud of dust!!.....*

I slam into the squaw..and we go down.  In.the grass...punching slaping pulling hair.we fight and roll back and forth.
  She is stronger and quicker than Iantiicapated...she isent the typical half starved injun seen around towns
Fighting on even terms both taking and giving...we seperate.

Breathing hhard catching my breath...Ilook you over..Ismile

Not knowing if she can understand me.

Hey...ther no reason for us to keep fighting....we can be allies

The sound of gunfire rips through the air..

Looking toward the sound......misty.imurmur...then begin running to the sound

Brook..misty or anyone.next       

The gorgeous brunette outlaws pauses in our fight. She smiles and says we could become allies. She isn't sure if I understand her. I understand her very well. Sometimes I pretend not to understand their guttural language or only a little bit when it serves my purposes.

Having her as an ally could be beneficial. Of course she is an outlaw and not to be trusted. But a due diligence alliance would be useful. Before I can grunt "ugh" to indicate my agreement shots ring out. She takes off to where the shots are coming from.

We Indians stay away from shots. So I duck back into the shadows where I find my pinto, Scout. I leap up onto him bareback, ready to dart off if I have to.  Then I see the circuit judge mount her horse and ride off. Curious about what she is up to I head out of town in the same direction she is going, staying behind the buildings to keep out of sight.

I start following her from a distance using my Indian wiles to stay out of her sight. 

(A response from Michelle would be nice. Also Lexi if she think it appropriate. Or anyone else for that matter.)

I am galloping towards what I hope is a new life back East.....riding Scooter hard to Tombstone when I look back over my shoulder and see a rider far behind......I pull back hard on the reins and pull my horse up......turn him..and look back...squinting through the dust.....

I see an Indian making hard for me.....and my first instincts take over......my shotgun is no good at this distance....so I pull my Sharps 50 Caliber Buffalo Rifle from under my saddle that my father gave me.....I pull a large cartridge from my saddle bag...pull back the lever and the hammer on the rifle.....insert the cartridge and shut and drop the clamp.,...and pull up the site......I bring the stock to my shoulder as he taught me.....and I take aim.....

Then I stop for some reason.....I remember my father's words......"Always consider someone a friend...until proven an enemy"....I suppose that holds for Indians too :)  I feel my eyes begin to water up thinking about my late father and I blink back the tears a few times as i lower the stock of the rifle to my thigh.....and hold Scooter still......I could have blown that Indian out of the saddle.....but I simply couldn't.....Lord knows maybe I would have a few years ago.......I just can't.......Why?

"Hang with me boy....lets see what this Indian wants.....Oh...by the way....if I lose my scalp....run like hell!"

I pat Scooter on the neck a few times...rubbing his soft red hair.....he has been with me so long....since I came out from New York so many years ago...and I bought him as a pony.....and raised him.......all the years...he has been with me...thick or thin...full or flush....

"Hold steady boy....its just an Indian....just an Indian?....Jesus!...."

"Holy fuck Scooter....its a girl....and she's hot too......Ahem!...."

I think to myself....jesus Judge!.......stay calm and watch it!!!

I am trying to follow the judge but she is riding like the wind. Going to kill that horse if she keeps it up I think to myself. I had to ride all out myself to keep up with her. Prevents my using my normal tactics to follow unobserved.

She spots me. Stops her horse and turns to face me. I see her reach for a long iron hung by the side of her saddle. She loads it and points it at me. A long shot but no sense in taking chances. I lean over the side of my horse, putting the horse between her rifle and me. "Sorry, Scout, but I can't take the chance."

I peer from under his neck. See her put the rifle back down. I sit up on my horse. Start approaching her slowly ever ready to bolt and gallop away should she raise that gun again. I control Scout with my thighs. Allows me to raise my hands and show her I bare no weapons. But I am not stupid. My knife is in quick reach should she try something when I get close.

As I get near I raise one hand in the white man's idea of how us Indians greet. I even utter "How", not a question of course but what they think we use for a greeting. The idiots never bothered to learn out language. If they did they would know we have many words for saying hello to indicate complete friendliness and trust to a guarded greeting that says "try anything and I will skin you alive."

Not sure what she is up to but this is the second time one of these foreigners (you are all foreigners to us Indians) seems to want to perhaps form an alliance. As I said before it couldn't hurt, just don't turn your back on them as they are much more two-faced than any Indian would dream of being.

I get close and say to her in broken English as she most likely expects, "How... Why... you...stop... Lost?.... Need directions... what you want?

Hope.. you... not... leaving...You...look...to...be...reasonable...maybe...give...Injuns...fairness... could...help...ta...reduce...tensions...between...white...devils...and...Injuns...

forgetting about the injun  I rush to te sound of the gunfire....hoping that misty is ok...of course she is ,he can tak care of herself...my mind tells me....I notice the growin crowd gatherering around...at first I don't see misty..oh nooo my heart skips a beat...coming closer  isee her  in the forming circle..  shes  ok...but whats going on?

looking around I see the new green horn approaching the crowd..obviously  curious about whats going on..i tip my hat to her
walking up beside  misty..i notice  the rancher squaring off with some frumpy looking  bitch..i nudge misty wih my arm
whats going on?  then I hear someone  say  the mayor is  going to fight.

I notice the inju girl riding out of town fast...I hope she understood....and will lead her band  of renegades in a raid on this dust bowl.

hearing this mayor   ...I chime in..i got $50.00 aying the rancher  puts her down {although I really don't intend  to}
this is our chance I whisper to misty  to start taking this town...we move away from the growing crowd  down the sidewalk to the mayors office....

over to misty....and  anyone else

I stand back as I watch the Mayor and the farm hand start to square off. Not just 5 minutes ago I was the one starting to square off against the judge, and I thought the Mayor had a great idea about letting folks watch us and bet, but I guess she didn't. I look over and see Lexi walking up beside me, putting out $50.00 on the farm hand. I speak up saying I'll put $50.00 on the mayor, making sure to keep things even. I smile over at Lexi and we begin to slide off down the sidewalk together as the crowd grows around the 2 bitches squaring off.

I look over at the bank and it's clear that nobody is in there. A little smile comes across my lips as I look at Lexi. "Why don't we start over there? Doesn't seem to be anybody in it, and it's a good chance to case it, or just rob it now if you want?"

(Over to Lexi or anyone who thinks they can stop us ;)  )

Sarah has seen a lot happen the time she has been standing on the wooden planks of one of the closed buildings. If Sarah had some more money on her she could invest in that building. Sarah has to get her hotel up and running first and work on that before investments in other businesses can be made. Sarah can use her business side of her mind that she got from her father to own this town and most of the buildings around. All she needs to do is get her hotel to fund it.

Sarah has seen a lot of things happen while she has been standing there in her long flowing violet dress. People have been looking at her as they walk past with there guns showing. People have been using the spittoon at the end of the walk way to spit into. There has been gun fire which has made Sarah jump. There has been a couple of what look like furry jumping animals that were little been jumping around. Now there is fighting in the streets.

Sarah has no idea what is going on as she watches two girls go at it. Sarah looks at the two girls fighting each other and they look like they can handle themselves. Sarah would be in trouble if she was attacked like that. Sarah's dress would get all dirty and dusty. Sarah deciding to retreat and to look at the hotel. Most of those girls could eat Sarah up in a moment. Her hotel might be the safest for now. Sarah picking up her luggage and walks to the hotel down the dusty road.

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An old building with the sign Hotel sits behind an old stagecoach. This old building will be Sarah's new home. It looks like a run down hotel and it will need some work. Sarah will need to put some elbow grease in. Sarah knew she would have to put some time and effort into this old hotel to get it up and running. This hotel is going to be the jewel in the crown of CattyVille.

Sarah walks into the hotel to the front desk. Sitting behind the desk is an elderly woman.

Sarah: I am the new hotel owner.

Woman: I know who you are. You are late. I am leaving this town. You can have this trash of a town.

Sarah watching as the old woman gets up and leaves. Her boots clanging as she steps onto the wooden planks and turns and leaves out of sight. Sarah walking behind the desk to look at the dusty book. There is one name in there and she is still in the room.

Sarah: Time to introduce myself.

Sarah dusting off her long flowing violet dress as much as she can. Sarah heading up too room 1 where the guest is currently staying.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Sarah standing there with an innocent smile as she waits for the customer to answer.

(To be continued by Kelli or any other other angles happening.)

As I listen to the Indian girl talk in what has to be the worst broken English I have ever heard.....I blink a few times......get down off my horse.....walk up to the front of it...look in Scooters big dark eyes.....and just bust out laughing!!!!!    LOLOL!!!

I try and compose myself....clearing my throat a few times......finally telling the Indian....

"Feel free to speak normally......I speak pretty damn good English actually.......LOL"

"I have a feeling you speak pretty good English too......SO...I suspect we'll communicate just fine"

"And no....I'm not lost.....I'm headed to Tombstone actually"   "Now I assume you felt the need to catch up with me for some reason.....so spit it out!......I don't have all day"

"As for being reasonable....a lot of folks in these parts would debate that....although I hope over the years maybe I've grown to be able to listen better than when I was younger.....and be a bit more fair...as judges go that is"

"Soooo.....If I can do anything to help you Indians....I guess I owe it to you......I know you all haven't always gotten a fair shake in this territory.....Lord knows I know a thing or two about not getting a fair shake"

*I take my Sharps Rifle...the "Long Gun"....as the Indians call it.....and slowly  slide it under my saddle in plain view of her.......I take off my gun belt and hang it over my saddle....holding my hands up to her to show I have no weapons and I hope to come in peace...and if this fails I am one fucking dead woman"

"So.....Lets talk...shall we?"  "I don't have a lot of time....although I do have a whole life still ahead of me :)..."

Its about now I would really like to pull that bottle of good whiskey I have in my saddlebag out and take a really big swig.....could offer her a drink?   Jesus Michelle...another just brilliant idea!   Giving whiskey to an Indian?  But hey..this aint no ordinary looking Indian....

"Tombstone, eh?  Seems as a circuit judge that is reasonable. As I said you were hightailing it so much I figured you were aiming to get out of Dodge, so to speak. Now Rattlesnake Gulch ain't no Dodge and I could see why you might want to get out of Rattlesnake Gulch. Still it isn't so bad for a town of foreign devils. "

I wait until she pulls out her bottle. Take a health swig, wipe the top with my sleeve and hand it back to her. "Good stuff, being a judge must pay pretty well."

"Anyway there's something I need to talk to someone about. That sheriff and mayor are worse than useless. Don't trust them any further than I could throw that boulder over there. Now, you going to get out that bottle of hooch you've got stashed away so we can have a friendly discussion?"

"Seems like I had an encounter with the outlaw, the sexy one, not the blonde. She hinted I should get my band of Indian maidens, ride into town whooping it up and causing all sorts of trouble. It would be lots of fun to scare those whores and sluts but we also might get shot. Couldn't figure out why she wanted us to do that. Then seeing you leaving it came to me. What with only the sluttiest sheriff west of the Big River and the dishonorable Mayor to protect the town, well who knows what might happen. The way I see it she wanted us to cause a ruckus and a disturbance. While we were whooping it up I figured she and her partner would rob the bank or some other place. And who do you think would get blamed? We Indians are who. Nothing wrong with getting some vengeance on that trash but I don't like being used."

"So what do you think? Am I being crazy or paranoid? You seen the be the only white person around I could confide in and get some advice. Now you can spit the scene if you want but don't see how you could live with yourself as a judge if you did that."

(Back to you Michelle)

I listened to the beautiful Indian...who's English by the way was better than most in Rattlesnake...I let her have her say.......I listened as she spoke while I walked over to my horse...opened the saddle bag and pulled my last bottle of whiskey out...went back and pulled the cork.....brought the bottle to my lips and took a long swig...then handed it to her.....wiping my parched dry lips with the sleeve of my dusty shirt....feeling the soothing liquid flow down my throat......

I smiled and handed her the bottle......"Here....we both are gonna need this by the time this day and night are over I bet!"

I looked out over the prairie...a prairie I had helped tame in my own small way.  I had surely done some good along the way.....my leaving wouldn't help me in my fight against my demons....I bet that would be what my father would tell me if he were here...

I thought about going back East.....going home..and wondering if I still could.  I was last there 5 years ago when my father died.  I had a chance to see him before he passed away......he was my life for so long.....in spite of things I had done....in spite of leaving....and going West.....he told me he was so proud of me.....and he loved me.  I wished so much he was here right now to help me make my decision....he always had that way of making me see things so much clearer...the tears began welling up in my eyes again.....I struggled to blink them back when the Indian girl's voice snapped me out of it...

I looked into the Indian's eyes.....for the longest time......and for the first time in a long time.....someone seemed to make some sense to me.  Of course.......why didn't I see it?   God Damn it!!!!   FUCKKK!!!

Those motherfucking scumbags!   The whole thing......its been a set-up....a scam!!   And the whole TOWN WAS GOING TO PLAY THE PART OF THE FOOLS!!!  And the Indian and I looked at one another after I quit cussing a blue streak....and we both knew  WE BOTH KNEW!!!!......oh yeah.......we both sure knew!

"I think you're right.....Hell I know your right!....with Lexi and Misty right there....that fucking crooked mayor out to only pad her pockets!"........

"Getting me out of the way.......knowing with my temper and mood I was about to leave....I had made little secret of my intentions for months...hastening my decision!"......

I looked at her.....and repeated her words......"Live with myself"......."Live with myself".....God that wasn't always easy in this life...but recently I felt there had been hope.......I walked over and pulled my gun belt off my saddle and strapped it around my small waist.....adjusted it and pulled the buckle tight....and took a deep breath.....I turned and looked at the Indian and I felt a smile coming over my lips....

"I have a proposition for you.....it might be risky.... very risky as a matter of fact........and Lord knows you got no reason to help me......I'm heading back and I'm going to stop that bank robbery we both know is gonna happen"

"You're right.....I can't live with myself.....and I'm the only one that can stop it"

"If you don't help me....I'll just go it alone and probably get my ass shot off.......and its such a nice ass you know......*chuckling*....

"I sure could use you and your braves help......we can do something right for a change.......something for the town.......show that we both BELONG!"   "Jesus I feel like Crockett, Bowie and Will Travis at the Alamo......but so be it......I swore to uphold the law......and by God I swore to my father!....and when its time its time and talking about it only makes it harder"

I walk up to the Indian girl and place both my hands on her shoulders......I finally feel that one large tear fall down my cheek from my right eye and the lump in my throat finally break free.......I smile...and I lean in and kiss her gently on the lips......then I pull back and say simply......"Thank You"..........

"If your game.....have your braves gather just outside the west end of town out of site.....say in 1 hour......just before nightfall.....tell them you'll send them a signal...I'll leave it up to you what kind of signal......a flaming arrow.....a shot from my Sharps rifle.....something distinctive......and when they get that signal to come into town like all Hell is breaking loose and to make more noise than a little bit......BUT HURT NO ONE!......OK?"   "That job will fall to you and me......and mainly me"  "I'm going back to town....and I'll hold up at the saloon in the far corner table where I usually hold court with a poker game.....you come into town.... to the saloon.....then we'll make our move"   "If its any sooner....you'll know....cause you'll hear the shooting......and I'll probably be dead....but I'll take some of em with me....I swear by all I hold sacred!"

I climb up on Scooter....adjust my hat on my head.....tossing my long dark brown pony tail back off my shoulder and down my spine....lean over my saddle and whisper in Scooter's ear...my long arms wrapped tightly around his neck....."We got one more battle to fight old boy!......I sure do need ya right now!.......one more time boy!.......just one more time!"

"God I wish Doc Holliday was here with me...he'd love this deal!....but I don't have time to send for him.....FUCK!"

I look over at the Indian one more time.....and I reach up and tip my hat......"In case we haven't been properly introduced....and I reckon you and I are gonna get more introduced by the end of this day......my name is Miles.......Judge Michelle Miles........I'd appreciate it if you'd just call me Michelle..."

I dig my spurs into his sides and Scooter bolts for town in a cloud of dust!!......I look back one more time at the Indian and raise my right hand..........then turn and grab the reins and ride like I never have.....the coat tails of my long black trench coat flying up in the wind and dust behind me....

me and misty move away from the   crowd  unnoticed...the mayor  and the cowgirl  are getting all the attention...perfect..just perfect.... most of the town are in the street watching the show
I would love to watch the fight..and if things  work out we will still get to...cant decide who I  would be for.the mayor reminds me t much of the carpet baggers  that  over ran my town back home after the war..on the other hand  there is something  just rotte about  the cow girl..i'd bet anything  except for gambler that is..that  she is just as crooked  and devious  as this mayor

me  and misty  walk along making our plans   the bank  is the  big   tomater.....but I want to bust this town  nd everything n it...we are like  two  young school girls   making our plans
I couldent ask for a better partner...we have had our moments..a few  bitchey fights omplete  with hairpulling and punching  and scratching.leaving both of us bruised.sore and sorry
but there is no onew I trust more  in this life style  we follow  no better partner

I see the  blonde  school  marm  {at least that's what she calls herself   I say  brothel girl} come  slinking out of the mayors office...now I wonder   what she was doing...misty tells me of the large  safe....ohhhh splendid    we  can't leave without  lightening the mayors  load  just a little   ..we both agree on that.. walking towards the bank to case it....I look  down at the far end of the town
goingout of town.... something going on at the brothel.....the sheriff seems to be rathered   tied up  so to speak with some of those girls.

along with a couple of  scruffy looking buffalo hunters....me and misty recognize them  and  giggle   its  red enforcer    and junkee....that will keep the sheriff busy  for quiet awhile
walking into the bank..we both  look around...nothing  any different from the layout of  any other bank... no moe difficult  to loot than any other bank.....throughout the territory
practically empty...just one fat  tub of lard teller behind the  window....and the banker   sitting behind his desk....the dandy  feller I passed on the street earlier..

the teller loks up  and ask  may  I help you  ladies......why  yes   you..can   I say....misty pull the window  shades  down  and lock the  door......pulling my revolver   I smile..why  yes...yes can can help us  more than ou.know....        misty...over to you babes

I finally arrive on the edge of town and I pull up hard on the reins of Scooter....leaning over my saddle and against his head....letting us both take a breather.  After having ate trail dust for an hour.....I reach into my saddle bag and pull out the whiskey bottle...and take a big long drink....I then swing my arm around and let Scooter lick the end of the bottle...watching him do that I laugh out loud.....

"You're such a good boy......you did your job...lets hope I do mine just as well"

Putting the cork back in the bottle and placing it back in my saddle bag......I pull my Henry Repeating Rifle from its sheath on the left side of my horse.  I pull the lever a few times to make sure I have a bullet in the chamber and reach into my saddle bag and take out some cartridges and fill the chamber....one by one sliding then inside the spring loaded flap until its full.  As my father told me years ago....you can never be fully armed .......so I'm ready......I'll give the Indian girl my Henry.....she's apt to cause more damage that way.......my sense is she can handle about anything though.  I'll go with my Colt sidearm...and the Sharps 50 Rifle.....I take a deep breath.....pull the Sharps out.....and lay the stock on my thigh.....the muzzle pointed up......and slowly ride into town.......heading for the bank......no sense in going to the saloon......its time to get this party started.....I slowly ride down the dusty street....my eyes darting from side to side as I suspect me coming back is already known as I think I saw lookouts outside of town who came riding back in when they saw me...

"Ok Lord.....I haven't asked you for much in my life"......"Maybe I don't deserve to be asking now.....but just let me know what I'm about to do is right"...."Because I think it is".....and I'm just hardheaded enough to get killed"....."Forgive me for those things I have done wrong...and those I have wronged"  
 
"Forgive me for what I am about to do"

When the older circuit judge was here last month he told me..."You know....you just might become a great and special person around here...if you wanted"

All I could do..was answer him as plainly as I could......"I think maybe all I have done lately is ask myself....What is it....I hold so dear...so precious...that I would give all I own....even my own life.....to preserve it?"   "I think I shall maybe call that thing...that idea........This Town....these people"  "Life is all about second chances....this town has been my second chance"

"Oh and judge.....I think I shall have to settle for who I am right now"

The old judge smiled at me...he had been a good friend and mentor so very long...

I cock the hammer on the Sharps 50.........my other hand delicately holding the reins to my horse....the bank just ahead......I ride so slowly now...my heart pounding.....squinting under the brim of my black dust covered hat......the tails of my long trench coat rubbing against my legs.......my boots and spurs.....

I stop in just to the side of the bank....slowly get off my horse.....swinging my long left leg up over Scooter.....and sliding off my saddle and off to his right side...my boots hitting the ground......I pull the Henry Rifle from the sheath on his left side.......carrying the Henry in my left hand...the Sharps in my right.....and walk towards the front of the bank.  I walk up to the front door.....lean the Henry down against the door......my left hand reaching for the knob and turning it.....realizing its locked.....the shades of the windows drawn....the bank should still be open?......

I take the Sharps Rifle in my right hand....and using its muzzle...and rap it against the bank door a few times!...

"YOO HOOO!!!!!"    "Oh Misty!......Lexi!.........Its Judge Miles!........I kinda know you're in there!"   "Come out and lets not have any trouble!"

I look skyward and shake my head.....cocking the Sharps 50....

"I never thought I'd be praying for an Indian"......

I follow Judge Miles into town at a little more leisurely pace. I know better than to ride my horse as hard as she does. But she will learn when sometime she calls on her horse and it can't respond.

I m not sure whether to trust the judge or not. I listened to her carefully and watched her face. She seemed sincere but us Indians have been double crossed by many sincere sounding white invaders. Broken promises and treaties abound. And even if they are sincere it doesn't mean we won't get screwed in the end. This could be a set up to lure us into town and then wipe us out, get rid of us from the territory once and for all.

Still she seems sincere than that tear looked real. Besides this could be our best chance to get on the side of the 'good people' of Rattlesnake Gulch if there are any. So I decide to take her up on her offer. In she was honest than we would be leaving her hung out to dry if we didn't support her.

Besides I had to hand signal to the several Indian squaws who have been shadowing me all the time. Anyone who thinks I would approach someone with as many guns as the Judge has is a fool. Hand signs are useful because you can communicate from a distance but not make any noise. I see the leader of these Indian warriors signal back. They really are warriors and not just squaws. With the men always going on long hunts we need to be able to protect ourselves from other tribes and from the almost always evil white intruders.

I get to town just as Judge Miles calls out to Misty and Lexi. She hands me her Henry Repeating Rifle. Finest piece of hardware I have even held. Decide that shows her trust in me. I signal to my tribe hiding just outside of town. I can't trust they won't hurt anyone, especially if they see someone trying to harm me. And I can't guarantee they won't carry off some of the Silkies from the brothel for a little fun and games later.

"We are ready when you are" I whisper to the Judge, my finger itching on the trigger.

(Michelle, Lexi or Misty for this post)

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump a mile!!!     I almost shit a brick..and its the Indian girl!....I doubt I have smiled that broadly since I came out west!....a huge smile comes over my face as I reach down.....pick up the Henry...and give it to her.......

"Here....use this......I bet you probably can!....hell...keep it!"    I hand the girl the Henry...not wanting to look at her face when I do...knowing she'll see the fear that is truly inside of me right now....I'm glad someone is backing my play......I hate dying all alone....

I finally turn and look into her eyes......she is more beautiful every time I see her......as she smiles back....I start to think of other things and I shake my head a few times and try and re-focus...

"Signal your braves!!!!..........and lets get on either side of the door"......"I'm gonna blast it open with my Sharps if they don't come out.....If they come out shooting dive for cover to either side!"   "I have no idea how they'll react to all the noise!"   "I'm gonna fire one shot with the Sharps to get them nervous!"

"You try and take out Lexi...however you can!"   "Misty is all mine....one way or another only one of us....she or I...come out of this"

I aim the Sharps 50 up in the air and cut loose with a loud blast!!!     "BAMMM!!!!!"

(and yes...for those wondering...the Sharps 50 is the same rifle used in the movie and my favorite "Western"....."Quigley Down Under"......Michelle says....check it out)

I quickly pull the spent cartridge and insert another cartridge in the rifle after I lift the hammer...closing the chamber....cocking it.....waiting......looking back at at the Indian girl one more time......I can't help but feel a sly grin comes over my mouth as I shake my head....my mouth so dry......I whisper..."God its a long way from New York!".......my heart pounding in my chest.....

I'm surprised the Indian girl hasn't asked me why I'm carrying a single shot Sharps rifle...when I had a Henry repeater and a six gun on my hip.  Its simple really.....never had much use for a six-gun.....was always good with a rifle.......very very good.   Now I am not saying I can't use a six-gun....just don't have much use for em.

I signal my warriors and they come galloping into town. Hell, even if I hadn't signaled them the loud blast from Judge Miles gun would have brought them in.

The warriors whoop and holler. The few that have guns fire them into the air. The noise is a real racket. People on the streets scramble up onto the wooden sidewalks. Many disappear into various buildings. I see them peeking out from behind the curtains. I am somewhat apprehensive as some of these cizizens might start shooting at my warriors.

I cover the Judge's back not knowing what to expect from those vicious outlaws inside the bank.

(Over to Misty or Lexi. Remember Lexi this is what you were expecting un Indians to do. )

Well, ain't this a fine mess ya got yourself into..

I only rode into town a few moments ago and already I'm knee deep in trouble. And I do mean that in a real figurative sense, as two rough-lookin' Buffalo hunters have me down on my knees on the porch of the Silk Stocking Girls brothel, both of em' clutching my hands firmly behind my back. I had just gotten free of my bonds when these gruff, burly hunters burst outta the Silks' clubhouse, grabbing me roughly and holding me down before I could even react. Now, I'm facing about half a dozen Silks, all none too pleased as they sneer down at me, with their leader, a real pretty bitch in pink, leaning down over me with her lacy gloved hand clutching a handful of my hair, her gorgeous, yet heavily done-up face just inches away from mine. Her eyes narrow dangerously at me as she hisses "I don't care if you're the Sheriff of this two-bit town, NOBODY steals from the Silks!"

She glances down at my hip, and quickly snatches up my lasso from my belt. In a teasing manner she rubs it against my face, a slow, cruel smile forming on her lips. She leans all the way in and hisses into my ear, "and its about time we taught ya a lesson anyway, ya old SLUT! Get this TRAMP upstairs and tie her up!"

I feel the Silk's tongue slither into my ear and I cringe, and with that she plants an insolent, wet kiss on my forehead. She releases my hair, then scoops up my hat and tosses my lasso over to one of the hunters. That hunter lets go of my right arm so he can catch my lasso, while the other hunter hoists me up onto my feet. Bad mistake.

The moment my boots touch the floorboards, I spin toward the hunter still grasping my arm, lifting my knee up and slamming it right into his belly! I let him double over my leg, gasping for air, while the other Silks all gasp in shock. I smile serenely at my would-be captors, slipping my arm free from the burly Buffalo hunter.

"Firstly kiddo," I say in a real calm voice, "I'm no a slut."

The other Hunter comes charging in at me with a loud yell, and I turn to him and plow my fist into his jaw! His head snaps back from my jab, stopping him dead in his tracks, and I quickly send an uppercut into his belly that doubles him over. I hear a grunt from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to watch Hunter #1 charge at me. I simply step outta his path at the last second, watching him collide right into his buddy! He crashes into the doubled over hunter and they both go toppling down the steps of the porch, rolling into the dirt, tossing a wave of dust all around em'. More gasps erupt from the shocked Silks, as their thugs lay in a disposed heap on the ground. I dust my palms and look back at the Silks. They all look a lil timid as they stare me down, unsure of whether to attack me or not. Individually I know I can take em' on, as a group that'd prove to be a real problem. These gals know how to fight dirty, and when they gang up on ya more times than not you'll find yourself hogtied when they're down with ya. But none of em' seem to be willing to make a move, so I don't get too worked up about getting jumped by em'. I focus on the lead Silk, who has a look on her face that's somewhere between annoyed and frightened. The calm, serene smile on my lips remain as strong as ever as I step right to her, snatching my hat outta her hands.

"Secondly, I didn't intend on stealing your horse. Merely burrowed her, that's all. I brought her back, didn't I? Now, I do reckon I took her rather abruptly. I was in a hurry afterall, but that shouldn't excuse my behavior. So, why don't ya take me NOT arresting ya and your two goons for attempted kidnapping as my way of apologizin' for that."

The Silk just continues to burn a hole through me with that steel glare. "I'm gonna get ya, Sheriff.."

My smile only deepens as I place my hat back on my head. "Countin' on it kiddo." I reply with a wink, puckering my lips to blow her kiss as I swiftly turn on my heel and walk down the porch. I snatch my lasso off of the downed Buffalo hunter as I pass by, sauntering away from the Silk clubhouse. Making my way into town, I scan the buildings and my eyes go wide as I hear the loud gunshot ring out through the town. I take a few steps forward and I let out a gasp as I recognize the Natives who captured me are now gathering around the front of the bank, while a dark-haired beauty stands at the front of the small crowd, brandishing a Sharps 50 Rifle. From where I'm standing, I can't get a good look of that girl, but something tells me she's a whole lot of trouble!

Damn it, what the hell's going on?! Are they gonna rob the bank..like hell they are! I reach for my pistols--then instantly curse myself when I realize I left em' back at the Indians' camp! Damn it! I quickly run over to one of the buildings close by and crouch behind a wooden rail. None of em seemed to notice me, and the rest of the town has run for cover..I start to formulate a plan to try and neutralize these gals when I hear one of em' talking. I arch my brow as I hear the names 'Misty' and 'Lexi' are spoken by the Sharps wielding lady, and instantly I put two and two together. The Outlaws are inside the bank, and these gals are lookin' to get at em'. This could get real messy real fast..I quickly move toward the bank, slipping into the alleyway and moving toward the bank's back entrance. Licking my lips, I pull on the doorknob, turn it slowly, and sigh in relief as it isn't locked. I quietly slide in, gripping my lasso as I enter the bank..

(Over to Lexi or Misty)

I tap on the bank door with the muzzle of my Sharps rifle again......."Oh Misty!......LexI!...."COME OUT NOW!!!!.....I'm not gonna ask again!!!"    "YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE OR I'M COMING IN!!!!!"

I look over at the Indian girl and see her hands gripping the Henry tightly...I hope not nervously......she is the only ally I have right now that I know of......our eyes meet and I smile..then I wink at her........Suddenly my eyes catch some movement across the street moving along the buildings in the shadows.....I squint trying to make it out.....

I nod at the Indian girl and she looks over and sees the shadowy figure too.......

"I'd know that shape anywhere!!"

I quickly bring the Sharps up to my shoulder and aim just in front of the figure and pull the trigger!......BAAAMMM!!!!.....a flame shoots from the muzzle of the rifle and a wooden bucket on the sidewalk just in front of the figure explodes in a hundred pieces!!!

"OH Mayor Kats?"  "I KNOW THAT'S YOU!!!.....SO MOVE ANOTHER INCH AND I PROMISE.....I WON'T MISS AGAIN!!   "I didn't that time....call it a warning shot"  "NOW WALK SLOWLY OVER HERE....HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"  I look over at the Indian girl and smile and wink as the Mayor dutifully walks across the street...hands on her head......as she reaches us.....I grab her by the shoulder and pull her down to her knees by me.....and point the muzzle of the Sharps at her chin...

"If you move a muscle to run.....Madame Mayor....I swear to MOTHERFUCKING GOD!...I am gonna make sure you will need to be fitted for a new hat size.....and it will be SIZE ZERO as I'm gonna blow your FUCKING HEAD OFF!"

"I should do it right now after how you've stolen from this town!.....but.....I'm in a good mood!"

I look over at the Indian girl and wink again.....then I get an idea.....

I take off my hat and long trench coat........and hand it to the Mayor....."Here Mayor!...Put these on!....that way if there any stupid fucking shooting by those two knuckleheads in there...you'll be the first to go!"  

I look at the Indian one last time....."I am tempted to send you around back to watch the back door....but at this point you may be more help to me if we go on the front"  "What do you think?"

I step back and pull a cartridge from my pocket...and slide it in the chamber of the Sharps...pulling the hammer back......I aim at the door knob....then I stop

"Hold on....I got one last great idea"........."Mayor....this is your ONE reprieve so GET IT RIGHT....I think I'll send you through that door.....you talk those outlaw clowns out of there,....and you MAY come out of this looking like a hero!"  "Oh fuck!...what if they won't open the door?"

I mutter to myself......"God Michelle....do you always have to come up with the downside of things?"

"I got it......Mayor!!.....you pound on that door and make them let you in!.....we'll stay back!.....we promise to hold our fire!"

I move my face right in front of the Mayors....my dark eyes widening.....the tip of my nose almost touching hers....

"Yes Mayor....I'm crazy!.......So you better think about every move you make and everything you say!"  "I know you think I'm a drunken slut!....but I'll tell you one thing....I'm a damn good Judge.....if we both live through this......you can call me "Judge Slut" from now on....not just..."The Slut"...."

I give the mayor my best grin and smile....

"You got anything to say for yourself right now Mayor?"

(over to the Mayor..... outlaw knuckleheads...a back door sheriff.....or an Indian.....cause I am about to blow a hole in the door)

at first the plan works splendidly..the teller  and the banker  corporate emptying the safe. we are going to walk out
no one  will be  the  wiser  no one  will get  hurt... but nothing ever  goes as  expected...

hearing  some ruckus  out side misty looks yout  the window  seeing the judge  and the injun...I rush to the window
my heart racing.peering out  frigggg..how did they figure it out so soon...I see  the  squaw..seems she as decided to throw in with the judge..i knew I should have left her beaten senseless when I had the chance.

I look  a misty  we have been in some  jams before  and always  escaped...getting into a gunfight is not  high on our list...the noise,,the smoke, the blood....gives me  an ooggey feeling ..we  exchange ideas  on  what  to do.

then wehear  the  whooping.shooting..looking out the windows  we  see the  Indians....what  the frigg is happening
anyway it gives us a little time...we barricade the locked  door .hearing  more gunfire I again look out the window

looks   as if the judge  is taking the mayor  captive...maybe she is making a power play wanting  control of the town........wemay can use that to our advantage  I don't know how  yet.

tings  settle  down  a bit  then  hear  the judges  bullfrog like  voice croak out her intentions...
we move  the teller  and the banker in front of the windows...

I give my answer back.....listen  bitch  the first one that tries to come through that door  will get  a one way pass to  boot hill.....we have some hostages  here  good upstanding citizens of cattyville  anything happens to them
it will be on your head judge.

I back away frome door  and the window  my revolver trained on the two  hostages  o they stay  at the windows
the back  door  knob rattles...damn..misty rushes towards it standing at the side...the door  slowly  opens...

misty..tiffany..michelle...anyone else

My tribe is doing a great job creating all sorts of havoc. Most people have taken cover.  The mayor has come over and is being treated rather nastily by the judge. My keen sense of smell tells me that the mayor has been up to something other than fighting. She does have some bruises on her face and what looks like a shiner. Even so she has a randy smell.

The judge seems to want the mayor take the most exposed position as she tries to either get the outlaws to come out or for us to go in. Not sure what but there seems to be some animosity between the politician and the jurist. Not sure how this will play out. I keep my finger on the trigger and my gun ready just in case.

The outlaws finally answer the judge back. Say they have hostages. She threatens to do them harm. Always thought this was stupid because if you shoot the hostages then you don't have any hostages. Says they are good upstanding citizens of Cattyville. From my point of view there aren't any good upstanding citizens of Cattyville. They can kill the hostages as far as I am concerned. But it isn't my call. The judge is running this show and I am her backup.

(Anyone can take it. Hope the rabbit isn't within gunshot range.)

I look out the window of the bank and see the judge holding the mayor at gunpoint. Looking over to Lexi and she looks at me, both of us knowing we're not getting out of here without a fight. "Hold a gun on the judge Lexi. We'll let the mayor in and see what she has to say. I trust her more than I trust that no good judge." Lexi nods to me and I know what the judge wants. She wants a fight, with me, to settle some old scores. Maybe the time has finally come for this all to come to a head. Who knows. For now, I want to hear what the Mayor has to say. I holler out the window, "Ok judge. We'll let the mayor in, but if you make one move, you'll be pushing up daisies sure as shooting. Lexi is a pretty good shot, so I wouldn't test her." I see the judge backing off, and I open the door, quickly pulling the mayor inside.

My heart is pounding, knowing this could go from bad to worse in a flash. I look over at the mayor, and I'm just about to ask her what she has to say, when I hear something in the back room. My mind races, was that door locked back there? Is somebody back there? I sigh and look at Lexi, who nods to me and I start to make my way into the back room to check out the disturbance. 

(over to anyone, more than likely busty tiff )

I shut the door behind me and turn my eyes to the mostly vacant backroom of the bank. Its dimly lit, with only a few boxes and supplies plainly littered about. The floorboards creek beneath my boots as I move deeper into the room, remaining alert and cautious with each step. I don't see either of the Outlaws in this room, they must be occupying the main floor. I do hear their voices, speaking loudly, perhaps to the gals outside the bank. I can sense the tension in the air, some bad blood is brewing between these ladies. I pull on my lasso, clutching it tightly in my hand, as I inch closer to the door that would lead me to the main floor. Licking my lips, I place one hand on the handle, turn, and push forward, and come face to face with--

"Misty!"

I gasp out abruptly, blocking the icy beauty from entering the back. My eyes bounce from the lovely blonde outlaw to her partner, Lexi, who's standing by the front window of the bank alongside a newcomer-- The MAYOR Karly?! What's she doing here?? My eyes immediately turn back to Misty, who stands there still stunned by my appearance, and I quickly step forward, closing any distance between us as I reach out with my free hand to grab her.

"Just knew y'all were up to no good! Plannin' on robbin' this here bank, is that right? Well, not if I can help it! Y'all under arrest now, ya reckon!"

(Over to Lexi or Misty or Karly!)

I jam the muzzle of my Sharps rifle in the mayors back and whisper.....

"I'm letting you keep your gun cause as I said.....I'm crazy and I'm kinda hoping you try something so I can ventilate you with my rifle"   "I'm REALLY TRYING to like you mayor but I'm feeling very contrary today and by the way....you drunken piece of shit!....that is YOUR SMELL! ...not mine!!....obviously rolling around with the whores again eh?"    "You better use that silver tongue of yours to do more than lick some whore's clit Mayor.....or there are gonna be some dead folks here.....and YOU'RE GONNA BE THE FIRST......I PROMISE!......and you know I keep my promises!"

I suddenly see the bank door cracking open and I back away to the side...lifting the Sharps up...my finger on the trigger...holding the rifle at my waist...... then I hear that skank Misty tell me Lexi has a gun on me.....Like the fuck that has never happened in my life!

"Fuck You Misty!....You forget! ....I've seen that bitch Lexi shoot!"    "She couldn't hit the side of a barn if she was in it!"   I let out with a loud laugh hoping I'll piss them off and they'll do something dumb but it looks like they might let the mayor in.....

I scream out!......."Oh and Misty?"   "Any hostage gets harmed....I'M COMING FOR YOU!!....AND I'M KILLING YOUR FAT ASS FIRST SO LEXI CAN WATCH!"  "I'M GONNA ENJOY HANGING YOU MISTY!"   "YA HEAR ME?"  I'M COMING FOR YOU TWO!!!!!   I'M BRINGING THE THUNDER!!.....AND HELL'S COMING WITH ME!!!

I see the Indian girl looking at me kinda weird...and I smile at her and wink.....hoping she'll realize what I'm doing and I'm not as nuts as I'm acting........or am I?

Next thing I know Misty grabs the mayor through the cracked door and pulls her inside quickly!......I could have shot her thru the door with this Sharps but I'm still an officer of the court......I need to take them alive......let them have a fair trial...then hang em!  Here...Tombstone...or Dodge City...makes no never mind to me...if they are guilty then they hang......

His Will Be Done!

Where is that God Damn sheriff?   Jesus Christ!!!   I'm the only law in this town today?

Suddenly I hear voices going back and forth in the bank and one of them is the Sheriff??   WHAT THE FUCK?  I quickly pull out my Colt revolver and check the chamber and the cylinder to be sure its fully loaded......and jam it back in my holster.....I then grab two - one hundred and ten grain metal cartridges...each with a five hundred and forty grain paper-patched bullet..... for the Sharps 50 lever action Buffalo Rifle.... and put them between the fingers of my left hand.....the Sharps in my right hand......

I look at the Indian......I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach......I realize the time has come.....

"I'm going in!....If you want to come with me...stick behind me and when I blast the door and kick it in...I'm going in to the left....you go to the right.....shoot if you have to......this is gonna get ugly now if the sheriff is trapped in there and starts shooting....I gotta go in!"

I look at the Indian girl a last time maybe....."You don't need to be a part of this...you really don't....but I'd feel better with you with me"

I reach down inside my shirt and pull out my necklace with the gold cross on it that hangs between my breasts.....I close my eyes and bring it up to my full lips and kiss it gently.......I then let it go......I remember my father and all he taught me......I know right is on my side for once......I just know it.....

I look at the Indian girl one more time.....I lower my eyes and look back up at her....then I nod....and aim my Sharps at the base of  doorknob.....I begin to squeeze the trigger......Fuck why did I ever leave New York?...

"I'M COMING IN IF I DON'T HEAR SOMETHING IN 3 SECONDS!!!...SO I'D FILL YER HANDS YOU BITCHES!"

I hear Michelle yell that she is going into the bank in 3 seconds. I note she said "I" and not "we". Not sure if she wants me to enter with her but I intend to. Also not sure if it is a good idea. Have no idea what kind of weapons they have in there. Maybe ones that could blast us right through the door the moment we hit the wooden sidewalk. I can be quite in my moccasins but I don't if those hard leathered boots and heels of the judge can not make a racket. Especially they way she likes to strut her stuff.

Just when the judge is done here comes that blonde witch rancher. I look at her askance and warily. But she has a cannon in her hand that looks like it could blast a whole in the door big enough for us to fit through. Decide her desire to protect her money is greater than our animosity.

So I hunker down getting ready to charge in when Michelle does. Waiting expectantly for some response from those insides. Keeping a vigilant eye on the  rancher with my peripheral vision.  Ready to ram the butt of my gun to the side of her ugly face if she tries something stupid.

(Next, anyone that wants to.)

Holy shit!   Our esteemed rancher has showed up armed to the teeth!  I about faint dead away....but a big smile comes over my face when I hear her say she's there to help with a little extra fire power.....God we could use it!!.....now I feel we've evened the score if not have an advantage....I take a big deep breath....

I look at the rancher and extend my right hand to her......"God its good to have one more at our little party"....."Its about to get real busy around here soon"  "Oh and by the way.....Mayor Dipshit and the sheriff are in there"......"I guess they got the drop on the sheriff....I'm not sure yet"

My God we sure got the fire power now....with my Sharps.....the Henry...and her Winchester.....the problem is...we still have hostages at risk and we have to think about them.....I was hoping me counting to three would cause Lexi and Misty to at least start talking and maybe we could all bullshit our way out of this mess......I'm guess I could count real real slow......LOL!!

At least now with the rancher here....we can cover the back if need be.....maybe even help the sheriff or get to her somehow.....maybe there's a vent up on the roof.......YESSSSS!!!.......I remember the banker put in one years ago in case of a fire or a robbery....he could go to the vault and escape after shutting the vault door.....

OH MY GOD!   What did I just say?  That means one of us is gonna need to get on the roof of the bank and go down that vent into the vault....and get the jump on those shitheads from behind.

HOLY SHIT!

I look at the rancher and the Indian...and explain to them about the vent....and my idea......

I whisper softly to them......"OK folks....so thats the skinny......one of us can get down that vent.....and get the jump on those fuckers from behind.....and at the same time the other two rush the door.....if we time it just right we may make them shit their diapers and they'll drop their guns"

"If not.....well...you both know the score"  "We'll have to kill them to save any hostage from being killed"

I take a deep breath......"I'd ask for volunteers....or draw straws.....but I'm gonna make this easy......I'll go down the vent......and get the drop on them...I HOPE...from behind"

"When I get in there....I'll scream out "NOW"...as loud as I can and that is when you two blow through that door lickety split!"  'By them...if they haven't dropped their guns.....you'll already hear my Sharps going off at one of them"  "You two will have to get the second one if I can't"

"There's a good chance one of em will get me......but its a chance I have to take"

"It's down to this ladies"

I look at the Indian and reach over and take her hand and squeeze it ......'It's been an honor to have you with me.....I hope we both make it through this......if I don't....I just want to say again.....Thank You"

"WAIT FOR MY SIGNAL"

I climb up on the roof carefully....walking softly.....having already removed my boots and spurs.....and open the vent up on the roof....and slowly begin climbing the ladder down into the vault.....I see some light.....but all I hear are the voices of the Mayor...sheriff....Lexi and Misty...

It sounds like no one is in the vault....my ruckus outside has kept them at the front of the bank.......I slowly make my way down the ladder to the vault floor.......holding the Sharps in my right hand.....3 spare cartridges in my left.....

I begin slowly moving to the vault door.........its now or never.....my heart almost stops.....then I move

Then I hear the biggest line of HORSESHIT I have ever heard in certainly any case that ever came before my court!!  Its that GOD DAMN MAYOR!!!   Guarding a safe deposit box???   I almost want to shoot HER!   I come through the door...finger on the trigger as I seek out one of the sexy outlaws to blow them away and.......

............my jaw DROPS!!!

I see the sheriff evidently holding court with a gun on Misty and Lexi in a pickle and about to surrender so I am my Sharps at her.....

DROP IT LEXI!!!........I'LL DO IT!!!!

Lucky for everyone the sheriff must have got the drop on the knuckleheads......Lexi just freezes.....I lower my rifle....

"Hey Sheriff!!...long time no fleece at poker!"  "And here I thought I was gonna have your back"
I walk over to the front door of the bank.....and open the door and motion the rancher and the Indian girl to come on in......."Coast is clear Ladies!"

I then turn and glare at our esteemed Mayor....... "Madame Mayor!.....you lying God Damn sonofabitch!"
"Sheriff..would you mind if I put a cap in Madame mayor's fat ASS!"  "Not that I have to ask as I am the Judge in these parts"

"Sheriff...your a smart cookie.....do you think these TWO REPROBAITS WERE HOLDING HOSTAGES in this bank AS PART OF "GUARDING" A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX?"    I turn again and aim the Sharps rifle at the Mayor's nose......."God....PLEASE say something SMART...I so wanna blow your head off!!"

I take a deep breath and lower the Sharps Buffalo Gun......"If I weren't a Judge.......God I'd......"

"Ya know Sheriff.....I bet if I told Misty and Lexi I would be lenient in my sentencing of them for attempted robbery if they would tell us who was with them on this job and helped them plan it.....I bet Lexi and Misty would sing like song birds........because they are facing a HANGING IF THEY DON'T!"

"What do ya think Madame Mayor?"...."Sound like sound "Justice" to you?"  "Hmmmmm?"

I look at Misty......smiling....."Not this time bitch!"......"But we'll meet up again!"......"Something tells me we'll settle our fucking business soon enough!"  "I can't fucking wait!"

"Sheriff..its gotten really crowded in this bank!"....."Lets let these people go home"....."And take these scaliwags down to the jail!"  

"When we get the fuckers locked up...DRINKS ARE ON THE MAYOR!!"

I look at the Indian girl and our eyes meet......."And that means you too ya know...you're way more than welcome to join us...and me...and I hope you do"

to my surprise  there is a knock at the  door......my mind  spins....trying to  thnk of an escape plan
opening the door.....i'm surprised to see that it is the mayor..wearing thejudge  clothes.what kind of trick is this
not wanting   to take a chance  we pen the door pulling her inside...


I spin her around...removing her  gun...alright bitch you have ten seconds to start talking...or your going to be taking back a rather  unpleasant message to your judge friend....only you wont be talking

to my surprise  she remains calm.explaining that in no way are her and the lunatic judge friends
she offers misty and myself  a plan...{she is a cool one..i like that} still  don't know if I can trust her

there is another  ruckus out side...looking back through the  window I see that the big blonde rancher
has nw joined  the judge  and the indian....damnnnn.....I look across the street seeing the  gunslinger
and the gambler looking on ...a idea  occurs..to me..

me and misty move to a coner   discussing our options   there are not many....we decide to take a chance
and trust  this mayor......   search a desk...finding a pad.ink well and pen.....I scribble a note

there is some noise in the back.....there trying to get in.....misty goes to the back...

I hand  the note to the  mayor...we ar going to trust  you....but  do as the note says...
or I swear  we will come back when we escape...and one way or another we will escape

the sound of  fighting comes from the back....I rush towards the back room...its the big sheriff

her and misty  are  struggling.......aiming my colt  pointed at her....hold it sheriff...cocking
the gun  the  sheriff   stops..

ok  now  lets go as we start moving to the front room.......with no  one to watch them the banker and teller removes the barricades.opening the door...


I aim my colt...but there is movement  from the safe  the judges rushes in...her rifle.aimed at us.....the cowgirl and injun rushes in their rifles raised

I  glance at misty.......and wink....droping my  colt..i raise  my hands  giving  up

ok... nancy earp.....we give.........

I move closer to the mayor  and whisper.....remember  what  I said....

misty..karly....kelli...paula..babs...and  anyone  fromhere

Before we leave the bank I give out a magpie call. It is a signal to the other Indian maidens to quit their 'attack' and settle down out of sight at the edge of town. They melt back into the background.

I follow the others towards the saloon. So nice to be included in a social event. Perhaps the mayor isn't as bad or devious as I though. I look into the judge's eyes and try to judge how the judge judges the mayor.

The mayor swings the door and steps aside to let us enter. The smell of sex emanates from her body.  She looks at me and I can see pure lust in her eyes. I finally know what I have to do. As the mayor enters I take ahold of her hair. Not hard but gently. I bend her back and plant a big, wet tongue-searching kiss on her.

I can feel her relax and give in to it completely. I raise her back up and give a whippoorwill call. Signal to my tribe to bring my horse to the front of the saloon, ready to ride. "Sorry, I thank you for the invite but I really need to be going. Our braves are expected home and they deserve a proper Indian-style welcome home."

I go out the door leaving the mayor stunned looking and a bit aroused. When I get outside I pull some documents from inside my clothing. Yep, it is the information about the mine. I know the mayor means well and wishes the town to prosper. But it is just what us Indians don't need.  A sudden gold fever that brings hordes of settlers into the territory. Camps everywhere; people everywhere; stealing whatever they can from us; shooting us on the pretext we were trying to steal their gold or jump their claims; no sir, we don't need no stinking mine here.

I tuck the documents away, mount my horse and off we go. Nice of the judge to let me keep her rifle. Don't know if she intended that or not but I just never got the chance to return it to her. If we are lucky we will be long gone to our secret camp before the mayor realizes she has been fleeced. (Yeah, I got a little of her fur too and she thought it was a friendly grope.)

<)over to Karly, Michelle, or anyone else.>   

Away from all the shooting and the Indians stands the hotel which currently stands Sarah and her unknown occupant of Room number one. Sarah has been knocking for the last few minutes to introduce herself but no answer has come from the door. Sarah has since given up on the occupant figuring this male or female is not in there or might be asleep. Sarah is now checking one of the vacant rooms.

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Sarah takes her time in looking around the now unused room. On the rug sits a pair of boots that someone has left behind. In the middle sits a sewing wheel. Sarah was taught to sew and cook by her mother. The sewing wheel could work out well. The rest of the room is pretty dreary, something that will have to be slowly worked on. Sarah walks out of that room and into the next. The next room is exactly the same except for no sewing wheel and no boots.

Sarah walks back into the main room where she started. It is another plain room that can use some elbow grease. A wooden counter sits out at the edge of the room with a single wooden chair behind the counter. Sarah having big plans for this hotel once it opens up and expansion into a restaurant. The hotel comes first.

Sarah about to sit down when she reads a note left by someone. Sarah reads the note about getting help and funds from the mayor. The students that could help in the rebuild of the hotel. Sarah will have to thank the mayor at a later date. For now it will be very beneficial for Sarah to meet this Babs. Sarah has to look good for when she meets this Babs. Time for a quick change.

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Sarah wearing her new dress steps out onto the wooden panels of the hotel. The old stagecoach sitting in front is something Sarah will look into. Sarah slowly turns her boots pointed into town. Sarah slowly begins walking along the wooden panels looking for Babs or anyone who could tell her where the schoolhouse is located.

(To be continued by anybody really.)

We ride out of town heading for some hidden spot. But not our regular hidden camp. We leave a trail that even the most inept tracker can follow. But I'm not sure that funny speaking English bitch can follow the most obvious trail.

Several of the squaws peel off to the side out of sight. They will form a rear guard should one or more sluts decide to follow us. Surprised at my war tactics? Don't be, I took some courses at the Fort.

We ride for a little over an hour but no one seems to be coming. So we double back just to make sure. Spy a fire from quite some distance away. Whoever has come out sure doesn't know much about staying hidden. Or perhaps they don't care and is not really following us. Must be they also can't stand a little cold as the fire is big enough to warm a whole tribe.

We ride towards the fire. Then dismount the last half mile or so and walk the horses towards the fire. We spread out and surround the fire. Can see it is the mayor. Makes sense as she must have realized I stole her mine documents.

We make little noises, taking turns around the circle. She is tense and starts at each little twig snap or rustling sound. We are enjoying watching her pull her guns out and cock them while her head swivels this way and that with each sound.

Finally I and a couple of other squaws step out enough that she can see the outline of our figures in the flickering fire light. We keep her distracted while other Indian maidens sneak up on her from behind. A couple of them douse the fire with water. The others grab her and pin her to the ground. It is darker with no fire but there is a three-quarters moon that gives us enough light.

"Come on, tie her up and throw her over a horse. We need to take her where no one will interfere. Don't bruise her as I have plans for her."

(While Kats is away the Indians will play. Don't you worry, Karly, we intend to have fun. Anyone else can post after this.)

Sarah was walking slowly along the wooden plans, raising her dress when she hit the dusty road so the bottom does not get dusty. Sarah was looking through the other buildings and looking to see why they are there. Sarah then bumped into Babs who is some sort of school Marm or possibly connected with the mayor.

Sarah: Very nice to meet you Babs. My name is Sarah. I am the new hotel owner as you know.

Sarah showing respect for her new friend curtsies in front of her. Sarah rising back up after the curtsy.

Sarah: My father bought me this dress in Denver Colorado. He bought me the dress for the prearranged marriage he had planned. My father does not support me in the venture. He has cut me from the family. My mother says nothing as he cut me.

Sarah looking down for a moment and taking a sigh and a moment to breathe. Sarah looks back up just in time to see a horse scurrying out of town. Sarah having no idea that it is the mayor who is leaving. Sarah just seeing a girl on the house. It could be anyone for she knows.

Sarah: I have limited funds to start my hotel up. I hope to get it started and to slowly get the hotel recognized with businessmen from all over. My mother taught me how to sew. I can make some money sewing.

Sarah not divulging that she eventually wants to try to buy the all the businesses in town or her plans to open a new restaurant just yet. The hotel will be her main goal.

Sarah: I have never been in a saloon before.

(Babs or anyone)

"In ya go, honey!" I say to Misty with a laugh, smacking her gorgeous round bottom as I push her into her cell within my jail. She's none too pleased by the spank, but her hands are tied behind her back, with another rope wrapped firmly around her shoulders to pin her arms to her sides, so she really isn't in any position to voice any disapproval. After the fiasco over at the bank, I trussed these two outlaws up and marched em' over to my jail. I now have two of the most wanted criminals in the wild west..wanted in more ways than just their crimes..

I smirk at the blonde outlaw as she glares daggers at me, puckering up my lips to blow her a kiss as I shut her cell door and lock it. I glance over in the cell beside hers, where I've left Lexi hogtied on top of her cell's cot. I lean down a bit, licking my lips as I look over the luscious, helpless vixen. "Comfy, Lexi? Want me to tighten those knots for ya, sugar?" Lexi doesn't look pleased at all by my playful taunting, and I simply wink at her and grin wickedly before I turn and make my way toward my desk.

"Y'all better hush up and get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be a real busy day, I reckon.." I let out a bit of a yawn outta nowhere, realizing how tired I've suddenly become. Well, I only just rode back into town a lil over an hour ago after that episode with the Indians afterall. Haven't had much time to really settle down and rest. With a sigh I take a seat on my chair and kick up my boots, laying them on the edge of the table. I lean back in my chair, glancing over at the bound and imprisoned outlaws before I glance up at the ceiling. "Hmm..ya know kids..A bit of R&R ain't such a bad idea after all.."

(Over to Misty, Lexi or anyone who wants to help these varmints!)

I walk through the saloon doors and stop and turn and my jaw drops!.........MUTHAFUCKA!!....

I see the indian girl lay a kiss on the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor.!!.....and it wasn't a peck on the cheek!...she damn near sucked the mayor's lungs out!......and we all know what strong lungs and how long winded the mayor is.......

AYE CARAMBA!!!

I smile and shake my head a little......and think of what might have been.......Oh well...I'll head down to the brothel later........mmmmmmm

I walk over at sit at my traditional table in the corner and sit so that I face the saloon doors......I learned from my good friend Wild Bill Hickock......"Never sit with your back facing the doors!"......Bill would always say....he was quite adamant about it.....always had those two pearl handled Navy Colts on his hips...loaded for bear.....that was good old Bill......God I miss him!!!....I need to take a trip to Deadwood soon and see him....we had some grand old times in the past and he has always been a great friend to me....

I lay my Sharps rifle on the table in front of me and watch the parade of citizens come into the saloon...and our swarthy Mayor holding court.....I reach in the pocket of my long black trench coat....which now smells of the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor  (my new name for her highness)
.......and pull out a fresh deck of cards.....and start cutting them and playing a little solitaire...

Its the quickest way to get a poker game going in this town is to sit at a table here in the local saloon..... and play solitaire....and look like you know NOTHING of what your doing......works every  God damn time......LOL

I get more suckers that way.....I so love poker.....I love playing the odds...taking the chances......

I have a reputation as a very good poker player.....and having the demeanor that other players just can't read.......I take my poker seriously....but not so much as to not enjoy it and have fun.....

........As long as I'm winning that is!!!.....AND IF YOU AINT CHEATIN...YOU AINT TRYIN!!

I think back and mull over the day....that started with me and Misty almost having a LONG overdue fight.......me almost headed back east to New York.....and home in Boston.....

Then to almost either getting my really nice tight ass shot off!...or shooting someone else's ass off!.....to helping the people of this town keep the money in their bank..their life savings in many cases.......

....to wondering what was going to happen next......I JUST KNOW.....that Misty and Lexi will get out of that piece of shit jail....it couldn't hold a flock of pigeons ...let alone those two.......my guess they will be loose by in the morning.....I also know I better watch my back.....I only made some enemies today.....or actually just "enhanced" some....

Next time that mayor won't step between Misty and I.....I do have that regret.....

At least our esteemed Sheriff acted like a Sheriff today.....I was very impressed with her how she handled things and really kept someone from getting killed.,...she came along at the right time..

I continue fiddling with my cards and watch the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor go over and have a serious looking suck-up type discussion with the gambler and the gunslinger....that can't be good news and I file away a mental note.....this can't be good at all......

I get up and decide to walk over to the bar and stand by the Mayor and have a drink...Joe the barkeep pouring my a shot of whiskey as I sip on it with my full dry lips.....I stand by the mayor at the bar just to get a sense of what is going on......she turns and sees me....smiling that fake smile and slaps me on the back.....I swear to God!.....some day.....

I see our local school marm Babs come in the saloon and with her is our new hotel owner......I walk over and tip my hat to both.....

"Hello Babs"...."Looking for recruits for school in here?"   "God knows half of em can't read or write so I wish you luck"

I extend my hand to the new hotel owner......and take it and shake it gently.....

"Its great to meet you!"......"I'm Judge Miles......Michelle Miles....call me Michelle.....I get tired of hearing "Judge"  I smile at her and wonder how a frail woman with such soft features will handle this territory.....but after I hear her speak.....I kinda think my fears are unfounded......this girl is gonna thrive out here I bet....

"Well Sarah....if a Judge can be of any help to you....on matters of the law or whatever.....please feel free to call on my any time......I am at your service"

"And by the way....don't believe all you hear about me"

"I turn and slam my hand on the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor's back and watch as she spits up her drink on the gunslinger.....and I chuckle and head back to my table.....saying in a loud voice.....

"WHO'S UP FOR A NICE FRIENDLY GAME OF POKER?"

with all the  fire power aimed at us....me and misty look at each other...there is a time to fight and a time to
hmmm...how should I say this...be taken.....for the moment.  and  live  to  to fight  another day....
cause we sure  will never surrender this easily  and we sure are never givng up...not in this town.not in this way
the  sheriff binds and cuffs us.....{you don't really think  you can hold us  do you sheriff}?

I edge closer to misty whispering in her ear...my plans  with the mayor,gambler,and  gunslinger.
we give an a defyng  glare to the bitch judge......then bothe  smile sweetly....
we both stop a moment  and glare  at the injun..and the rancher...worse mistake they ever made
both will regret it....

the sheriff parades us  across  the  street  to the jail....looking around at the gawkers...
i'm more determined than ever   to leave this  dust hole  in ruins.

inside the  jail  cells  the sheriff leaves us both  bound   lying on our bunks
whats the matter sheriff  you afraid to be left alone in here  with us...

I do agree with one thing she  said.....tomaarrow  is goning to be  quiet a day

I lay back on my bunk  closing my eyes.........humming...{ohhh suzanna,oh don't you cry for me...I come fromala-bamy  with a banjo on my knee}  giggling I fade off to sleep...

misty,karly...  or anyone...kelli or paula  to

I have been quiet since entering the saloon. I am a bit nervous about being in a place like this with professional gamblers and gunslingers. I have felt a lot of eyes on me ever since the school teacher and I entered this saloon. I am just really thankful that I have Babs by my side. She seems to know what she is doing in the saloon. I feel I will be safe around her until I return to the hotel.

The judge Michelle Miles seemed nice from when I met her just a few moments ago. She seemed to know a lot about this town which is a good thing. Being a girl who has never even thought about breaking a law, having a judge on your side is a good thing. I know I will try and meet the sheriff at some stage as well. It never hurts to have the law on your side.

Never hearing of the game poker before Babs introduced me to this new girl, I could be easily taken. Having limited funds to start my hotel I could try and play or learn. If I win then I could expand my hotel sooner but if I lose then I will be broke. I would need to learn the game before I stood any chance of winning anything. I could ask Babs to teach me.

I watch as Joann brings in a 15lb turkey and leaves the turkey on the counter with the drinks are served. I hear her talking about someone will have too cook the turkey with the stuffing. My mother cooked for my father every day and I watched and learned how to cook. It is what a city girl does for her husband. I stand up and walk over to the bar.

Me: I will cook it for you.

I feel the eyes of Joann and the barkeep go up and down as they look at me. I just stand there a little scared that I have done something wrong. It seems like ages before one of them speaks.

JoAnn: You know how to cook?

Me: Oh yes. My mother taught me in the city. I can make cranberry sauce and stuffing for the turkey and vegetables. You just have to show me to the kitchen.

I stand there as I feel there eyes go up and down me again. Will they trust a stranger to cook for them or will the barkeep a local cook?

(Jo or Babs or Michelle or anyone else)

I stand there and listen to Joann about learning how to play poker. Joann seems  to know what she is talking about which is good for me. I might have to take her up on her offer when I get a bit of more money. I know most of it will be tied in the hotel for sometime. I follow Joann out back as she carries the bird to the kitchen.

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I look at the stove in the corner as Joann puts the turkey on the table.

Joann: How long do you think it will take too cook?

Me: 15lbs means four hours of cooking. Everything will be cooked in four hours.

Joann: If you need any help, just call the Red or barkeep.

I watch as Joann leaves the kitchen and heads back down the way to the main part of the saloon. I hear noises come from the saloon as I work in the kitchen preparing the turkey and the cranberry sauce and the vegetables I found in the cupboard. I listen in to the sounds of the voices coming from the main part of the saloon. I cannot make out many words except full house and straight. I do not understand what they mean.

Four hours pass with me in the kitchen all the time working away over the hot stove. The turkey is cooked and the vegetables are ready and the corn bread and the cranberry sauce. I walk back in and look at the barkeep.

Me: It is ready.

(Continued by anyone. I am off to sleep.)

The school marm...Babs........ comes over and asks if she can sit down...maybe have a game or to.....I tip my hat and say.....

"Why hello Babs....sure....pull up a chair....get your money out.......and if ya got a gun just put the damn thing on the table!"

"Just kidding about the gun.......you don't have one on ya?...... do ya?"

I bust out with a laugh as she takes her seat and I start shuffling the deck....I then set the deck in the middle of the table and I ask her to cut it......she does and I pick the deck back up and deal us both 5 cards....

"You know...I just love poker...its kind of an analogy to life in many ways"

"As in life..one takes chances in poker...plays the odds.....sometimes you play the odds wrong and lose.....at least at poker all you lose is some money"

"In life...you sometimes lose everything...including that life!"

"Guess ya can lose it all in  poker to...if you're caught cheatin"

"Hey Babs!...lets talk odds...shall we?"

"For example....I'd be willing to bet you that by morning....Misty and Lexi will have busted out of that chicken-shit jail we have"

"What do ya say Babs?......I bet you $20 they are out by morning"

"Oh and Babs....I'll bet ya another $50 if they do break out.......either me or Misty is gonna be dead in a week.....or wish she was....I know if I EVER get my hands on that WHORE again...she'll wish she'd stayed in jail!"

"Want some of that bet too?"

I grin as I look at her across the table from the upper part of my eyes where my dark brown pupils have moved....peering at her over the cards I hold up in front of my face....I say to myself....."God Damn Michelle you've fucking done it again!.....a full fucking house!....

I say to myself..."God I'm good!!".......

"I'll go you one better Babs....if I lose that bet....I'll buy the school all knew books.....and even toss in a couple of new desks"

"You game?"

"Oh...and as for me running an honest game?"  "Why Babs!.....I am shocked!...as a duly appointed officer of the court...sworn to uphold the law to the best of my ability...I'm just stunned that you would EVER think I would run an less than an HONEST game?"

"I see your friend JoAnn over there and the new hotel owner Sarah....why don't ya ask em over and we'll get a big God Damn game going...the more the merrier!"

"Soooo....how many cards to you want?"  "And don't fucking say 5 either!"

The mayor tries to put up a struggle in vain. She is on the short side, a little over 10½  hands high. My hand spread is about half my foot length. But she is solid at around 13 rocks heavy. Someone once told me my rock is about 10 pounds in foreign devil measurements and not as heavy as the mayor's 'stones'. Most of my squaws are her high or shorter. I am tall for an Indian maiden. (think my father was a tall, while cowboy.) The mayor is feisty but no match for several Indian squaws, each of which is quite muscular anyway.

I ride next to the mayor with her draped over her horse, ASU (ass side up). Can't help but smack that bouncing, protruding butt.

We get to one of our camps after a roundabout route. (No mayor, not one of your round-a-bouts. "Put her on the ground with her back supported by that large log" I say to the squaws. "Untie her hands but watch her. See no reason she can't join in our feast."

While many of us were in town we left the best cook and her helpers back at the camp. We had gotten a large cache of food from various places. (You shouldn't leave your food stores unattended.) After all that riding and excitement we are all famished and ready for this feast.

"Eat all your vitals up" I command the mayor. "You are going to need your strength for what I have planned for you." I run my wet tongue over my lips, top and bottom.

(I'm back and ready for action. Thanks Karly for holding down the camp although I am sure you would rather being holding down the Trollop Fort.   Back to Karly or anyone else...Now why would you want to escape, Karly, when I have all sorts of delicious things in store for you... or not...)

a nod off to sleep.....but its not a restful sleep.....im walking  my hands bound....voices all around me but I see no faces....then with each step I take....faces become clear....people  I knew  from back home  some friends  some not...  "baby where have you been"   that voice...I turn  seeing her....mama?   her eyes  sad and tear filled
"what have you  done?,I've missed you so much baby" i'm all alone...... trying to go to her....mama i'm sorry

your not going anywhere  whore.....suddenly i'm in our little shack  back home.....I see her lying in the coner
mama   I cry.....she does'ent answer....a sharppain in my side  from a kick....tell us  where  them oney is hidden
you southern white trash....I look into the hatefull eyes   of lester squash.  the carpet baggerm ayor the Yankees
appointed in our town after  the war.....shes not only  white trash  but  breed white trash  half Cherokee
always thought she was better than any one.make her talk lester   .the other voice in the room  frank nayset
the local lowlife of the town before the war....my eyes widen  leste unhooks his belt...I struggle scrambling away
grabing a heavy iron skillet swinging it at lesters head the aweful sounds...the crack...the grunt from lester the thump as he hit the floor.....I scramble for his gun   seeing the fear in franks eyes..before I aim at him and pull the trigger...blam,blam....then aiming it at lester..emptyng the gun into him

hang the bitch...people  cheered laughing....again my hands are bound...looking back...my foot prints seem to stretch endlessly  behind me....scenes from my past drifted up and blew away as dust in the wind...fleeing from my home.being on my on..my first robbery..i took a whole 3 dollars....the fights I had...my first bank robbery
of being so happy to have pulled it off...meeting  misty....all our robberies we pulled off togeather
town after town  endless faces  all blowing away    dust .

then again  louder now....hang the bitch...i'm stoped at the gallows steps.....lets go...te sheriff prods me
for the first time in a long time  i'm terrified.....mama..i did'ent mean it....tears flow down my cheeks
looking around  feeling the rope around my neck....i'm sorry I 'm sorry.....no  don't

I jerk awake......ummmngh..I moan out.....its dark..my eyes adjust to the darkness...."you alright sugah"
misty ask from...the next cell....sugah?......my hans feeling my neck..finally I answer  nooo.i'm not
I fall to the floor  slowly  crawling to mistys  cell....misty crawls close to meet me

whispering.....misty  we're going to bust out of here  tonight.....be ready.....

I push to my feet........sheriff...sheriffff.....I have to go to the out house......sheriff you better come
or i'll pee all over this cell for you to clean.........SHERIFFFF..

mandy.or tiffany here

From the darken cells I hear a sound. It's abrupt, distinct and causes me to jolt in my seat when I hear it. It sounds like a body dropping onto the floor. I reckon of those gals likes to toss around some when they sleep.. It's then that I hear Lexi's strained voice, calling out to me in a semi-desperate plea. What's she going on about now?

I hear her threatening to pee all over her cell, and I roll my eyes in annoyance, sighing as I slide up onto my feet and make my way to her cell. I slowly uncoil my lasso as I move into the lock-up, my eyes scanning Misty's cell before they drift over Lexi's. "Hold your horses, sugar. I'm here.."

I study the dark-haired vixen, giving her a stern look before I unlock the door and step into her cell. "Now, before we go anywhere," I hiss, glaring into her eyes as I hold out my lasso, "I want ya to hold out your hands, put em' together.." I pull the lasso tautly, and move in close to Lexi to bind her wrists together..


(Over to Lexi or Misty!)

I watch the mayor wolf down the food like she hasn't eaten in several days. Must be they just don't have such good vitals where she comes from. They probably bowl everything or make pies with strange ingredients. Nothing so good as a bird smoked over a mesquite fire, turning on a spit for hours.

She seems sated from the food but still tense and nervous. Probably worried what a bunch of savages will do to a frail looking thing like her. Got to convince her we aren't savages but more civilized than the foreign devils that have invaded our land.

I sit down next to her. "I know you must be wondering what happened to your mine documents. Not to worry. I have them in a sage place.   You said you wanted to do good things for the town with the gold mind. I take you at your word."

"Problem is that what is good for the town is bad for the Indians. At least if you implement your plans as you stated earlier. Maybe we can work out a compromise. One that allows for you to work the mine but one that doesn't bring in lots of gold crazed prospectors to overrun the land. If you think about it all those varmints wouldn't be good for your town."

"Come into my tent and we can discuss this in private. Maybe find a good solution. Just don't try and attack and overpower me to find your documents. First you won't overpower me, although I might enjoy you trying. Secondly, you won't find the documents anyway."

"I have to make this look good for the other squaws." I stand you up, twist your arm behind your back and force you into the tent. I twist it hard enough for appearances but not so hard as to cause you great pain. Still firm enough that if you try anything I will wrench it to give you great pain.

(Your turn Karly)

I walk out of the hotel and make my way to the jail. I enter the jail to see the sheriff tying the hands of two prisoners.

" Hi Sheriff..... what did these two do? Must have been something real bad if your treating them this way."


I look around the jail and then back to the sheriff. placing a small cigar in my mouth and lighting it. I toss the burnt match to the floor.

" I just came to see if there are any bounties up. A girl has to make a living somehow."



over to Tiffany or the two sexy prisoners

"My full name is Flowing Brook that Runs Deep. Some know me as Babbling Brook but I don't like what that indicates. You can call me Henry."

I lay you down on a deep pile of soft buffalo hides and a top layer of softer deerskin. You look up at me from on your back. Your cheeks are a crimson color that I haven't seen before. In fact your whole body appears flushed. You say something about share our bed and get even redder. You purse your lips.

"My, my seems like you are in heat and it isn't because of the fire. But just wait a darn minute. You can't wear those clunky boots on my deerskin." I pull and tug on your boots and finally get them off. "And you are perspiring, must be too much clothing on in this tent. "I remove all your garments leaving you as  naked as the proverbial buc.  "I have a pair of moccasins I think you will find much more comfortable."

But before I put them on you I can't resist seeing the bare soles of your feet. I take a long eagle feather and flick it on the bottoms of your feet tickling you.  Then let the tip of the feather glide up your legs and inner thighs. Then flick the feather between your legs where the sun and the moon don't shine. At lest not in these parts.

"I'm so damned hot" I remove my clothing also. "Now about those negotiations..." I say as  I crawl on my hands and knees over you and then slide my full body down on hyours."

(Back to you Karly, if you can type.....}

(gawd, I don't remember O. Henry stories being this hot...sorry, carry on)

I hear the sheriff grumbling as she wakes up.....sheriffff..I can't wait much longer  hurrryyy....
I look over at misty and wink  she gives me a quizzical smile...when she takes me out babes
distract her yell,stomp yuour feet  anything   i'll jump her...she gives me a look of concern

the sheriff opens the big wooden door..fumbling with the keys...I admit I don't know if this will work
the sheriff  is bigger and stronger...i'll have just one chance....i'll have to use the surprise to make it work
the sheriff works the key in the lock.the tumblers seem very loud   I can hear  my own heart beat

taking a couple steps out as the sheriff starts to bound my wrist...suddenly the office door opens
from the street....someone walks in calling for the sheriff  sounds kind of like the gunslinger
I nod to misty  who calls out....the sheriff is caught off guard  with all the confusion
turning first to the outer office then back to misty

i'm able to lock my fingers raising my arms lunge into the sheriff slaming my fist to side of her pretty face
shoving my body into hers.trying to force her nto the heavy  wooden door.


to misty tiffany,or kelli

My heart is beating out of my chest. Knowing that if Lexi's plan doesn't work, then we're screwed in more ways than one. That sheriff will work us both over if we don't make this happen. I nod when I hear Lexi's instructions, and do as I'm told. Stomping my feet and yelling and I see my sexy partner spring to action, catching the sheriff with a hard right hook that stuns the blonde bombshell. I see the struggle start and I'm instantly worried. Lexi can fight and hold her own, but this is going to be tough. "Push her over here Lexi! Come on!" My gawd the struggle is epic, but finally the sheriff has her back close enough to my cell. I reach out and clasp a hand in her blonde hair, jerking back hard and pulling her back into the bars. I hold on for dear life as I see Lexi starting to close in. I growl in her ear through the bars, "You didn't think we'd just sit in here and rot did you sheriff?" 

(over to Lexi, Tiff, or Kelli)

"What in the world?"

My attention shoots to the newcomer calling out from the front of my office, then it turns quickly to Misty stomping and shouting in her cell. Then--

"NGHH!"

Before I know it, Lexi's fists just smash into my cheek, causing my face to snap to the side! I stagger back a few steps with a stinging cheek and a throbbing head, and while I'm hurting from the sudden, unexpected fist, a vengeful rage is already rushing through me! I lock my angry eyes on Lexi, but before I can even lunge at her the lil' outlaw barrels into me, crashing her body into mine and causing me to crash back into the wooden door behind me. I groan aloud when the back of my head smacks against the door, and the room suddenly feels like it's shifting beneath my boots. I shake my head warily, straining to recover from my dazed state to combat this vicious vixen. I manage to grab hold of her shoulders and shove her off of me, but she comes right back at me like a wildcat! We struggle wildly with each other, her hands tangled in my hair, only making the throbbing in my head worse. My hands sink into her dark hair as well as our bodies bump and crash roughly together, nothing but the thought of hurting and subduing the other woman burning brightly within our minds. I yank at her hair, she pulls hard on mine. I grab at her shirt, she tries and tears my skirt off. I yell and shout at her and she curses right into my face. I'm so lost in my anger and my need to contain this vixen that I forget about my placement in the room--my back's dangerously close to the cells, Misty's cell in particular.

Lexi gives me a hard shove that causes me to stumble back, right into her blonde partner's waiting hand, which reaches through the bars and grasps my flowing platinum hair! I let out a yelp as the gal just RIPS her hand back, causing my head to snap backward, which also causes the back of my skull to slam into the steel bars! I let out a wary moan as the throbbing between my ears intensifies, my head held back in place by Misty as she has two handfuls of my hair. I feel Misty's breath on my ear as she holds me in place, and a shiver runs down my spine as I listen to what she hisses. I reach up blindly behind my head with both my hands to grab at Misty's hands, only to spot Lexi closing in on me. I notice her hands are coming loose from the lasso as she quickly approaches, and there's a real hard look on her face as she eyes me in such a perilous state, the kinda look that screams 'y'all are mine now!' With a gasp, I kick out my leg abruptly, hoping my boot connects with the outlaw!

(Over to Lexi, Misty or Kelli!)

I really don't know how I got hornswoggled into cookin' this eve, but I have been tryin' my best at it.  It looks like I'm as good at it as I am at doin' some huntin' which ain't sayin' much seeins how I'm more a tinkerer at heart.  But out here in the frontier, they don't need much from a telegraph repairman when there's no telegraph around.  "Go west young man!" my sore and tired ass.  All that bein' said, I sure am glad I'm here at Rattlesnake Gulch which is more gulch than snake.  Well if you don't count the women here who all seem to have serious beefs with each other.  Of course, when i do think of the lovelies in town, I realize that there's that familiar smell of burnin' vittles. Damn. Looks like some of the lard's on fire.  No panic, just gotta make sure you don't toss any wat...  Sunuvabitch! That damn fool Junks done gone and spread the fire.
"Go fetch me some towels or rags, and not ones with grease on 'em! GO!" I start slapping at burning spots with my apron, gettin' most of it under control... By the time Junks has come back, it's managed. But damn, somebody's food is ruint.  I need to go find Miss Sarah (gawd she's a pretty one) and let her know.  I go to leave and Junks is giggling like a schoolgirl at me. I look down and my apron has holes from the fire so I figure that must be what he's laughin' at. I shake my head and walk into the saloon proper and feel a wave of cool air over me. That kitchen got damn hot. I don't really notice that some areas of my body are cooler than others as I look around for Miss Sarah. I look over and see one of the sexy women sittin' atop one of the others and talkin' to Miss Sarah.  I walk on over and ignore other giggles from the room as I reach the lady in question.

"Um Miss Sarah, we kinda need you in the kitchen."


(onto whomever in the saloon)

I sit at the table...peering at my cards.....munching on the thin brown nasty shit cigarette I have been chewing on for an hour.....my dark eyes looking back over my cards  and at the others at the table.......God what a collection of cheaters and reprobates!...

If our fucking school marm Babs asks for 5 cards again...I'm gonna pick up this Sharps rifle I swear to God and.......ooops.......be nice Michelle...you're a God Damn judge....not the crazy ass fucking lying shit Madame Fucking Mayor!..

Am I the only one not cheating in this game?  What's wrong with me?  Fuck its been such a long day....Maybe I should call it a evening and go relax...take a walk  Go down to the brothel....after all I did almost get my tall cute ass shot off today.  I drop my cards....and simply say...

"Fold!"......."Ladies and Gents!.....the Judge is going home!"

"I sure do appreciate you all replenishing the "Judge Michelle Miles Retirement and Future Gambling Fund".   I extend my long arms and reach out...swiping all my cash and winnings towards me and off the table into my wide brimmed black hat.....then I start looking at what's in the hat....

"Hey...who's bill of sale is this for a FUCKING HORSE?"  "George?"   I already have a God Damn horse!"  "I've seen your horse!...are you shitting me?"   "Jesus George!.....You OWE me!"   "God damn is there no dignity in cards any more!!!"

I place the hat firmly up on my dark brown hair clad head....my all too familiar signature pony tail flowing down my the back of my black trench coat.........I rise from my chair...pick up my Sharps rifle....tipping my hat to one and all......

"Oh Babs...you might bend down and pick up those fucking cards on the floor under your chair....they fell outta your sleeve while you were dealing during the last hand"

I look at her and just shake my head...smiling....."My God Babs!....What an example for the kids!......Let's at least teach em how to cheat at cards right!"  "MUTHAFUCKA"

I look over at Sarah and stop myself...."Sorry for the language ma'am.....not exactly legalese"  "Good night to you"

I tip my hat to Sarah and begin to walk out of the bar...stopping to leave a tip for Sam at the bar...

"Have a nice evening Judge"....I hear Sam yell as I wave going out....."You Too Sam"....I yell back as I wave back over my shoulder....

....then walking through the swinging doors.....as I begin my late night walk down the street slowly......stopping for a moment to reach into my pocket....take out a large cartridge...pulling the hammer back on the Sharps rifle....and sliding it in the chamber...pulling the hammer back one more time until it locks in place......

I haven't been the Judge this long not to know when to be careful.....this is Rattlesnake after all...I cradle the Sharps in my right arm  and slowly stride down the wooden side walk...the spurs clanging on my boots....

I stop and pet my horse Scooter on the forehead...placing an arm around my loyal and wonderful horses neck....and whispering...."You did good today boy......we still got it.....don't we?"  "Remember when we scouted for Custer and the 7th?"  "That loud mouth Sergeant Miles Keough?"  "God I miss those guys some days......they knew how to treat a lady....and what great card players!"

"What was that song they always sang when they drank?....Garry Owen?......I think that was it....I'll never forget that tune"

"Looks like we might be staying awhile boy.....New York aint goin anywhere"

I lean my face in and kiss Scooter's forehead....."Good night my friend"......"I love you"

I walk on down the street...I consider going down to the hotel...they got this new guy down there that can cook up a storm.....Red I think they call him.....makes a great steak and potatoes!.....cept the sumbitch grabbed my ass last time I was in there!.......Jesus!.......to be honest I didn't mind....a judge doesn't get her ass grabbed nearly enough!....

.....its pretty quiet tonight......I approach the sheriff's office......thinking maybe she'll be up and we can have a late night drink......and maybe...just maybe....I can look in on those fucking scumbags Lexi and Misty.....maybe poke em through the bars of their cells like circus animals with my Sharps.....just because I know it would piss em off!   Oh what the hell..they'd just as soon shoot me as look at me.....and I'm bound to get it in the back some day anyways....

I get just about to the Sheriffs office and I hear the voices.....and a chill shoots up my spin......I hear Lexi's voice...and I begin to back away as I bring the muzzle of the Sharps out in front of me......backing up a few more steps....

I am sitting there watching the judge leave after folding her latest hand. I have been watching so I understand that fold means to lay the cards down and a hand is 5 cards in your hand. I am getting a hold of this game slightly. I just have to figure out everything else.

I put my hands up to show my innocence as Jo accuses the school marm Babs of cheating. I jump from the sound as Babs head is slammed down on the table and Jo sits her ass on top. I hear Jo's warning about me not getting involved.

Me: I won't get involved.

I say knowing that Jo would beat me up in a second as she is used to this world while I am new. I watch as Jo sits on Babs head and teases her about enjoying it. I do not know if Babs is enjoying it or not but it looks like it does hurt a little to have someone sitting on the top of your head.

Me: Does it hurt Babs?

I do not get an answer as a man comes over to talk to me. I hear there is a fire in the kitchen where they were cooking. I do not know what they were cooking as all they had to do was wash the dishes after the turkey dinner. Is it possible to start a fire by washing dishes. They are men so anything is possible I guess.

Me: I have to leave for a moment. Excuse me.

I am taken into the kitchen to see the fire burning and spread throughout the kitchen.

Me: Go and grab some buckets or whatever you can find.

(Red or whoever wants to come out of the saloon)

This little sexpot is all hot and bothered already to say the least. Trouble with these women from that little island I heard about across the big pond. They are all in a hurry. Well not that much of a hurry. But they don't know the ways of the Indians. We like to proceed, savoring every moment and bringing the upmost about of sensation and pleasure along the trip. A journey not only begins with a single step but each step must be placed carefully least we leave some pleasure on the trail.

"Don't be in a hurry my little pet. Let us savour the moment. The moon is just rising about the eastern sky and we have all night. And maybe longer if we need it. "

"What can you do for me? I will guide you through that so we both gain the greatest pleasure. Trust me."

"But first we must discuss your papers and your mine. This could should not be over us and perhaps raining on our enjoyment. I don't want to stop you from making a profit from your holdings in the mine. I just don't want you to do it in a way than brings in hoards of prospectors".

"First you must file your claim discreetly in a town far from here. In a town where the exact location of the mine will be difficult to determine. Then you must work the mine slowly to not arouse attention to the gold. We Indians can even help you mine with just a small gratuity. Our needs aren't great but occasionally we have need for your wampum. Do you agree to this?"

"No need to answer now for we have a night of pleasure ahead. Your answer can wait until the sun breaks the dawn."

Your pressing your body on mine and slowly kissing me slowly down my body is stirring sensations I haven't felt in a long time. I turn my attention back to you. My body writhing and twisting under yours. My hair gripping the back of your hair and pulling it, adding a little roughness to our sexual encounter.  I began to move my body in ways that only we Indians know, my hands exploringparts of your body in ways that you have never experienced before. I believe we are what your kind refers to as randy.

(Karly, I suggest we meet Tuesday or Wednesday to complete our "negotiations". For a response here you can just assume we have done that. But I don't mind you also being descriptive in your post. In fact I would enjoy it.

As far as anyone else is concerned that may post what they may.)

Quote from: RedEnforcer on December 11, 2013, 05:42:39 AM
(gawd, I don't remember O. Henry stories being this hot...sorry, carry on)

Red, didn't you every wonder what the "O" meant in O. Henry?  ;)

I slam into the  sheriff  pushing her hard into the thick wooden door..i hear her groan  her back  and head
hitting hard.... but the sheriff is as tough as I thought she would be  when we first meet on the street
she shoves me away.i know I have to keep pressing  can't give her tme  to draw her  colt
I lunge  into her  again  fighting with every  once of being I have..throwing punches  .but my god
she an take it..firing punches  right back.

we move in a flurry in the  small space. hearing mistys  voice..i change tactics plowing into her. my hands in her hair.riping and pulling...her hands in mine..my scalp on fire...our bodies rub and bounce togeather
push her to the cell lexi...I hear misty call out....

forcing  the blonde backwards  ...I hear the sheriff shriek...then she is stumbles backwards easier.her body thing the bars hard...I see misty's hands working in her hair..then misty's right arms circling between the bars
around the sheriffs neck....the sheriff    releasing my hair  trying to pull at msty;s   arms...
I go  for  her  colt.....nugh.the sheriff huffs....kicking me in my right  leg...

owww.. droping to one knee.....misty  struggling to hold on.. her  and the sheriff cussing..
I push back to my feet.i lunge  into the  sheriff driving mmy left shoulder into her exposed  stomach.

the  sheriff  lets'  out  a low  gasp...again I go for her  colt...and  am able to free it  from the holster
taking a step back...I cock the weapon.....aiming it square   at the  blonde warrior

hold it sheriff......I don't want to shoot you...I will if I have to...

hearing the jingle  of spurs..i spin  around  aiming the  colt....it's  the  gunslinger
not  sure  what  is will happen next....the gunslinger raises her hands..we  glare at each other for what seems like forever.

the  gunslinger begins to slowly lower her arms.....take it  easy...I got the mayors  message..i'm here to help you
I nod  and smile....motioning to the keys  on the floor..the  gunslinger understands  and unlocks the cell  door.

misty release her hold on the  sheriff...and walks out of the  cell...the  gunslinger  draws her gun.directing the sheriff  to move  to the coner..she looks  terrified..she  should be.

all three of us  take turns  punishing her......then  we bind her ankles  and wrist...and gag  the sheriff
and lock her  in the very same  cell  she ad misty in....

how  does it feel to be bound  and on the oter side of the bars  sheriff?  and ohh by the way..i did'ent really
have to go to the outhouse.....her face  a mask of anger..her eyes filled with resolve. I doubt  this will be the last we see of her before we leave the  gulch.

all three  of us  walk into the outer office....finding misty's   colt..and holster....
and start making our plans  to punish   the town of cattyville.

then from out side  the door..the sounds of boots  on the sidewalk
a voice  calls..out...its the bullfrog  croak of the judge

she won't be expecting 3 of us.....taking cover  we wait.

misty,kelli,michelle..anyone  else from here

I begin to back up even more...the Sharps rifle leveled at the front door to the jail...I back all the way across the street and kneel down behind a horse trough...and level the Sharps at the door...and I start trying to make sense of it all...

I can go in there shooting....put em back in jail....and in 24 hours they'd be out again.
Even more importantly...I might get my ass shot off.....and that would upset me greatly!

I lift my rifle up a moment...and slowly walk back across the street....and I stop in front of the door and rap on it twice with the muzzle end of the Sharps

"Hey!...Sheriff!"..."Everything OK in there?"  "Need anything from me?"
"Hey..."How about a drink before I turn in?"..."I'm buyin!"...."Hell you know me...I never fuckin buy!"...."Maybe a quick hand of poker?"

If I don't get the answer I'm praying for...I think I'm hopping on my horse and heading back to New York City...

Its way too quiet all of a sudden in there....but I'll be damned if I go in blasting....I'm smart enough to know there are maybe 3 of em in there as someone had to have broke those scumbags free...and I have played to much poker to know 3 to 1 odds make you a loser....or even worse.....dead.....

I rap on the door one more time....

"Hey Sheriff?"   I then begin to slowly back up from the door.....one step at a time...my Sharps leveled at the door.....finger on the trigger.....continuing to back up one step at a time.....I say to myself...."Maybe I'll just fucking let em escape...all the better to shoot them on the outside than in the jail!"....

"I mean it'd look bad if I shot em in the damn jail!"  "People would just say I did it on purpose or murdered em"

Right?

"Aint it better to shoot their worthless asses in the street?"

"I'm just gonna keep backing away from there"

"I got some dynamite in my saddle bag and I'd blow the place to kingdom come if the Sheriff wasn't in there!"

backing away .......backing away.....the spurs jingling on my boot heels as I walk backwards slowly...my long black trench coat rustling against my long legs.....my heart pounding with anticipation......backing away..

"Nngh..mmpphh.."

My voice is muffled by the bandana that those bitches tied over my mouth, gagging me effectively and keeping me in relative silence. I roll onto my side and watch em' slowly filter outta into the outer office, disappearing behind the large wooden door, leaving me tightly bound and utterly helpless in the cell. They tied me up good..can't loosen these knots..no matter how much struggling I do! Don't panic, I tell myself after a bit of struggling. I'll just need to cut myself free..I'm just one hot mess right now, laying here tightly bound, my hair disheveled, body and face aching. My head's still spinning from the beating I took from all three gals, and boy did they leave their mark on me.. but what's more affected is my pride. As battered as I am, I'm more humiliated that those outlaws pulled one on me, and have left me here all trussed up. In my OWN jail cell! I'm just FUMING with anger over this, I can't just let em' get away with this!

I muster up my strength and wits and roll onto my back, my bound feet facing the cell door. I stare at the cell door closely, and raise my legs and pull my boots toward my chest. Lucky for me, they tossed me into the cell that has the trick door. Give it enough hard kicks in just the right spot and the lock will actually spring. I thrust my feet forward, my boots smashing into the bars--

It barely budges. I try again, harder. Same thing. I furrow my brow, and start smashing my boots into the barred door.

"NGH! UGH! NNGGHH!"

I thrust my boots into the heavy door one last time and I let out a muffled gasp as the cell door swings open. I thank my lucky stars that I kept holding off on repairing this door before I roll onto my stomach and kneel upright. It's pretty tough, but i manage to hop up onto my bound feet, then I hop on out of my cell. I gotta untie myself fast and go after those outlaws before they start up a ruckus. They're probably long gone by now, the office oughta be empty. Just gotta make my way to my desk and grab my knife. I hop to the door, reach for the handle, and push as hard as I can. The door's big and heavy, but with my weight pressed into it I manage to open it--unfortunately for me, I lose my balance, and go tumbling into the next room!

"NNGH! OMMPHH!"

I don't go crashing into the ground, instead I manage a few wavering hops before I collapse over a spare desk! I slump over it, bending over the edge of the table, groaning as my large breasts just smack into the table top. I shake my head and raise my head, and eyes go wide. The outlaws, those bitches are STILL in my office! They're crouched behind the front counter and my desk, brandishing their weapons, looking as if they're ready to ambush somebody from outside. Obviously, my less than graceful entrance startled em', and the three bitches turn their eyes to me. Dread and panic fills me as I strain in my bonds.

"MPHH!"

(Over to Lexi, Misty, Kelli or Michelle or anybody else!)

I know I could fire off a few rounds with this Sharps and wake up the whole town and I probably should......but I wonder if I am fighting a losing battle..they'll just break the fuck out in another day or two...then what?

Do I have to watch my back the rest of my life?  No one ever said being Judge around here would be easy but Jesus Christ!  This is getting outta control......I think I have an idea but I really hate it.....I really have two........

I stick two fingers of my right hand between my full lips and whistle out loudly ....and before I know it my horse Scooter comes galloping up!!......I give him a big hug around the neck and he snorts approvingly.....

"Thanks boy...I knew you'd come!"  

I pull a half a dozen sticks of dynamite outta my saddle bag and the Henry rifle I got from the Indian girl out from under the saddle and a box of shells and walk back to my spot behind the water trough across the street from the jail.....

I reach into my vest pocket and take out a dirty brown cigarette and a match.....I light the match on the edge of the trough and watch it glow in the moonlight....I raise the cigarette to my lips and the flaming end of the match to the tip of the cigarette...inhaling until the tip is a bright orange...

I grab one of the sticks of dynamite........and place the bright orange end of the cigarette close to the fuse on the dynamite...

I yell across the street......"Oh Lexi!....Misty!!....Whoever!!!!.......I got a surprise for yas!!!!"  As my father always used to say....why waste a good bullet when you got a few sticks of dynamite on hand?....Oh I aint gonna blow em up!!...just scare the shit out of them I hope!!...

"I'm counting to 3!!!...."If you don't come out I'm blowing the God Damn place up!!!"

1......2......3!!!!

I counted awful fast because I wanna have this fun with them reprobates!  I am not gonna blow their asses to KINGDOME COME!!.......YET!!.....But I do want them to piss their panties maybe!...

I light the fuse....hold it to the last moment and then toss it in the street just in front of the jail but not close enough to do much but blow out the glass in the windows and shake the place like a tornado!   I then DUCK behind the water trough quickly and pull my hat down over my ears!!!!!!

KAABOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!

I feel the ground shake and shift as I cover my ears to no avail!    Dirt and sand fly back and hit the trough I'm crouched behind!!.....ricocheting like pellets off the side of a barn!!......more dirt, sand and rock suddenly come cascading down from the sky above and down onto my hat and coat as I cover up!!...crouched tight against the side of the trough!  I finally look up over the trough as the explosion finally seems over....

I grab the Henry rifle and pull the level down ...cocking it.....laying the Henry across the trough next to the Sharps.....and reach under my trench coat and pull out my Colt six-shooter......yeah I know...you don't think I can use one....well......I can use one......I just ain't got much use for em...

I spin the chamber on the Colt...making sure its loaded....and shove it back in the leather holster strapped top my thigh

"That explosion should wake up the town"...I whisper to myself......."Let's see how Misty and Lexi like that!"

Yeah...I've made my decision and I'm making my play...let the cards fall where they may....

Hey while I'm waiting maybe someone will come running down from town and we can play some cards while the scumbags sweat and shake in that jail!

Would I really blow them up?  

*Smiles evily*

I raise my head above the trough and yell out......."Hey Girls!!"......"Did I tell ya this was Judge Miles??"

me  misty and kelli.make our plan..once out side are going to separate..each   are going to hit our targets
then we meet at rattlesnake gulch  just outside cattyville.

but then we hear.the sound of boots  scuffling on the side walk...a voice..it's the judge...we take cover
there is  a thumping against the door..again the voice calls out...then silence.

the  judge  is wiley and she has'ent lived this long being a territorial judgeand do stupid things
she is'ent going to rush in alone.risk getting shot.or worse risk beng captured by us
no..my guess is  he has taken cover  somewhere.waiting for us to walk out the front so she can pick us off
one at a time...or  she is gathering a few  to help  her.

well  we are not  doing either  .we're not walkin  out just to get ambushed.and we're sure as hell not
going to be traped  and captured  again.

kelli hs somedynamite that she planed to use to help bust us out...we are going tomake another exit  in back of the jail...the plan remains the same.   separate in the darkness and confusion...hit our targets and meet at the gulch.

we make a place to set the dynamite against the back wall...we  can hear the judge  faintly..something about  us surrendering.......lol...never............the sheriff should be safe in the next room.

we light the fuse and take cover...there is a  scuffle of noise in the office...seems somehow the sheriff has esaped her cell...  again the judge  calls out......there is a loud boom from across the  street/

then booom..our dynamite explodes....bits of  board and other debris fly through the air.

we call out to each other..all  are  alright...it works...the back wall of the jail is gone.a hole large enough to drive
a herd  through...we each  sramble  running out through the opening.
kelli ...going for her target.good luck  see you soon kelli.

me and misty hug.share a kiss..be careful babes...then  we separate in the darkness  each  going to our next taget.

there is a clammer n the street from the explosions...mass confusion.that will help our plan
to misty,,kelli,tiffany or michelle or any other tramp

I had just stood up from behind the water trough after throwing my stick of dynamite....holding the Sharps in my hands at the ready..... When I hear a second explosion behind the jail!!   I drop down to a knee.....and duck as I watch as dirt and wood debris fly up in the alley behind the jail...some coming over the jail and landing in the street and on me!!!......Then its quiet except for screaming towns people running all around!!.....

And I realize its over.....

The towns people are running all over the place like a fucking Chinese fire drill.....I just smile and shake my head.....no sense going over and looking....I know Misty and Lexi are gone....

I pick up the Henry rifle and walk over to Scooter...and slide it and the Sharps in their sheath under the saddle....I grabs Scooter's reins....and start walking he and I down towards the saloon......

I need a motherfucking drink and maybe some poker....or just some sleep....

Seeing the fire is unmanageable and that Junks has retreated. I grab Sarah and start to escape the saloon.  Just then, we are both knocked flat by a massive BOOM.  I struggle to get up an another BOOM sounds, making me twitch.  The good news is that the first explosion seems to have taken the spirit out of the firs and it's dying down.  I reach out for Sarah and haul her up over my shoulder to exit the saloon and as I'm rushing to the side of town away from the explosion, I end up bumping into a new arrival on horseback. "Sorry ma'am. Things are going kinda crazy right now."  I know I look rather suspicious, what carrying an unconscious woman like a sack of potatoes and the newcomer is eyeing me warily.  I'm not sure what to do to ease the tension.  I lower Sarah, who seems to be coming around and look up at the rider. "Ah'm not sure really what's going on in town, but I'm sure the Sherriff will handle things shortly. Do you think you could help me get Miss Sarah here to a safe place?"  Her horse decides I smell nice and starts really sniffing me, when i remember I had been cooking previous to this, so I must smell like some nice food. Mebbe that apple pie we were workin' on at the end.

I wake up in my tent. I can feel by the warmth and see by the brightness of the day that it must be near noon. A smile crosses my face and my loins ached as I remember last night. I had heard that those English "ladies" were like cold fish. Either than or randy as hell. This one turned out to be super randy and the very opposite of a cold fish.  She had a fantastic body and the sensuality to match.

I blush thinking back on some of the things we did. Things not usually talked about. I was hoping she was still here but she seems to have departed. But enough thoughts of that. As we Indians say "What goes on in the tent stays in the tent."

I also recall we worked out a compromise for the mine. She will work it but one of my Indian squaws rode off to a distant town to make the proper registrations.

I check. Yes I still have her documents. We seem to have a friendly and mutually trusting agreement but the documents are my insurance to ensure compliance. She showed me I can trust her by not running off with the documents.

It seems so dull here with the mayor gone. Wonder what is happening in town? I just might mosey on down there. Wonder if an Indian an learn to play poker (hee hee hee hee).

(Over to anyone)

The explosion rattled not only the kitchen but also my teeth. The sound of the explosion and the closeness of it knocking me into the man who I was helping with the fire. I then felt the bigger man picking me up and taking me out of the saloon into the street. The man taking me back to my hotel along the wooden planks. People were running in every direction after the explosion. This man seemed to be cool calm and collected. We arrive back at the hotel.

Red: All safe now.

Me: Thank you very much kind sir.

The guy putting me down on the chair behind the main table in the front room.

Me: Thank you very much kind sir for helping me back to my hotel.

I notice as the guy looks around the hotel main area.

Me: I plan on doing this hotel up to have it thrive again. I have been offered help from someone in doing so.

Red: Why would you want to do up this old dump? No one stays here.

Me: I have plans for this hotel. It will just not be a hotel. I have plans on opening up a restaurant when the hotel begins to thrive. There is already a kitchen in back. My mother learned me how to cook for my pre-arranged marriage I was going to be married too a guy.

I look the guy up and down as he checks out my hotel.

Me: I owe you something for getting me out of the explosion. I can offer you cooking lessons.

(Red or anyone)

the blast blows almost the  whole back wall to hell...the thought that this jail won't be useful again anytime soon
causes me to smile...me,misty,and kelli  rush  through the opening...taking  in some   of the fresh air
we quickly go over our plans..each with a target to take...this town will remember us for a longgggg time.

kelli heads out into the darkness...me and misty watch as she disappears...then we smile hug.our lips meet
pulling away....i'll see you and kelli tomarrow  .....be careful...I watch as she disappears

I stand watching her for a moment.then the chaos in the street jars me back into action
I turn and begin to  run looking for cover....bang..bang....the sound of rifle  fire in my direction
I drop to the ground taking cover...who was that...the judge?  my vision adjuting to the  dim light

wait no it was'ent the judge..looks like the  rancher...the bitch...we  will pay her back before this is over
thnking we should pay her ranch a little visit  .maybe she has a few horses to steal and sell to the indians
or maybe  a safe in that big old house...she drops her rifle  and heads back to the saloon

I take a moment then begin to run  to towards  my  target...

misty,kelli..michelle.tiffany..anyone else

I am sitting looking at the much bigger man in front of me. I just gave him an offer to help him with his cooking should he need it. I know he is a man and men do not belong in the kitchen, at least in the big city. I know I do not want to see any more fires so to be it is a good offer for him helping me.

Red: I will take it under consideration. I must go for now.

I watch as the big man slowly turns away from me. The bigger man's boots clicking together then he begins to walk. The doors pushing open as he parts them with his hands. The man then leaves my vision of sight leaving me fully alone in the hotel.

Me: Time to get stuck in to this hotel.

I talk to myself having no one left here to talk too. I hop out of the chair I am sitting in and walk to my room to get changed out of my dusty dress. My dress being dusty from the walk along the road.

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I wear my work clothes which is a copper dress complete with black boots. This hotel needs some elbow grease to be the best hotel to track some high class people with high class money to CattyVille. I need some money as well if I want to open up my restaurant.  I walk into the first room and take a look around.

Me: Time to make a list.

I get too work on what needs to be changed thinking that I am alone.

(Open for anyone to do anything with me.)

to all the trampy   outlaws....ranchers..school marms..gamblers..sheriffs...judges..mayors...injuns.and hotel owners....saloon girls...bunny rabbits..and various town folk....thanks for all of  your fun contributions

it has been a terrific beginning.....fantastic middle..all leading to some epic showdowns  for  an ending

part  ..three....the showdown begins  soon....it should be fun to read some of the twist and turns
as we make our  way  to the   final.....hope everyone had a  fun and terrific holiday season
and wishing all of you the very best   both  in  RL..and in our lives  as magnificent tramps :) :-*

I have been busy working inside my new hotel for the last day or so. It has been a very quiet day with nothing happening and no one stopping by since that big giant man left.

I have been very busy over the last day and a bit to clean my hotel from top to bottom sweeping, mopping, dusting and carrying and other bits and pieces. The beds have been stripped down with the old blankets now in a storage cupboard. The old mats have been put into the same storage cupboard with new mats ready to be ordered. Some of the towels were not fit for use so they have been tossed away. All the five rooms in the hotel have been stripped to the bare essentials. Now it is time to do some creative work.

I could buy the finest blankets, towels, sheets from a major city like Denver or Kansas City or somewhere close by. It would be simpler but it would cost more. Where as I am good at sewing so I can buy the rare materials myself and use the sewing wheel. I can make the bed sheets, blankets out of raw materials. I will buy the towels. Not having a lot of money to start with does hurt some but hopefully if I can clean the hotel up and get high priced people stopping by then I might be able to make some money.

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I step out of the hotel onto the wooden planks in a long flowing yellow dress.

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Remembering that there is a Well's Fargo in this town as I remember the signs, I begin walking slowly along the wooden planks. The freight place will know how much it will cost to ship in some raw materials including feathers. Got to have feathers for the pillows for the weary people to lay there heads down.

I begin walking slowly along looking for the Well's Fargo.

(Anyone can pick it up from here if they so wish. Open for anything.)

                                                                RATTLESNAKE GULCH TATTLER !!

                         NEWS FLASH!!!    LARGEST SILVER STRIKE EVER!!

IT is now confirmed..  The mines at Copperhead Canyon.. Just miles away from Rattlesnake gulch. Has recorded the largest strike of pure silver in the territory!!

Troops to be moved in, to help maintain order. The Railway of HIsss N Western to finish new rail line spur, direct to Rattlesnake gulch!
Saloon girls, outlaws, catfighters and desperadoes. As well as famous law officials and bounty hunters. To descend quickly on the town.
As soon the largest shipment of silver. Will be loaded on, and leaving by train.

Ladies N gents things are about to get even wilder, here at Rattlesnake Gulch.
BEST GRAB what you can while you can!!

Editor in chief... Storms Wrath

a silver mine..?maybe it's time to  to be an honest citizen..and stake a claim.

nah.that would be impossible   to many crooked citizens   around cattyville    with their hands in the mines

the judge
the mayor
for sure that blonde rancher
probably even that frumpy school marm
and that over zealous sheriff

the hotel owner is'ent as innocent as she acts

the gambler and the gunslinger are sure to dip their  paes in it also

ohhh even that band of renegades  probably have a slice of the pie

why should me and misty work  when we can just take what we want anytime,anyplace,anywhere ::)

I will make the rather bold statement that lexi and misty can't just take what they want.....any time...any place...

Because as the judge....I'd be obligated to stop them.....since I represent the law in Rattlesnake :)

They certainly are welcome to try though.......in fact I might even encourage them to :)

Its just the kinda judge that I am...its what makes the law fun...

And since all mining claims have to be approved by the judge of the territory.......which would be me....
I'd love to review any claims that come across my desk.....or that get in the range of my Sharps 50 rifle :)
Don't you just hate it when the Feds take over?

Anyway.....A Federal proclamation will be forthcoming warning claim jumpers and filers of illegal and bogus claims
Federal troops are also being brought in to maintain order

signed
Judge Miles

                                                            RATTLESNAKE GULCH TATTLER

NEWS FLASH UPDATE !!!
MISTY CATS POSSIBLY HELD in stagecoach robbery .... Possible mistaken identity!! "MISTY if your free and can see this. "Silver to arrive in rattlesnake gulch." Some local desperadoes cry out!!

Sheriff TIFFANY .. Is the beautiful busty sheriff ready for action? Unconfirmed sources say, they want to tangle with Tiffany!!

Gamblers JoAnn and BABS .. Just as fortunes in silver should begin to pour through our town. Has their card playing luck run out?

LEXIBABE ... This lovely outlaw looking to make her name legend here in the west. What will she do next?

CANDY123 ... Newer to the town and territory. Yet hoping to see more of this lovely lady here soon!!

Judge Miles ... MICHELLE looking to put ane end to lawlessness and sexy catfighting outlaws. Will they face her claws and gavel?

MANY struggles.. issues and battles to be decided..  As things heat up in Rattlesnake!!

I was walking down the town looking for the local general store and the telegraph office. It was time to find out how much it would be to import some fabric, sheets, towels and other items from the local big city. I don't have a lot of money so I would have to make some things with the spinning wheel.

*WHACK*

I fall flat down with my head hitting the wooden walkway. My dress now all dirty and dusty. I look up to see the school teacher carrying all sorts of towels, bed sheet and other various items in her arms. I dust myself off then stand up slowly.

Me: Whoops. Sorry.

I had no idea who was at fault. I am new to the town and I know I do not have of them gun things. I am sure this teacher has one or at least knows how to use one.

Babs: It was my fault. I couldn't see over the items.

Me: Where are you taking these items?

I wait for the answer too the question as I have too consider making a small offer for this or maybe making some sort of deal. I know I can cook and sew so I could throw that into the deal. That could be something I could offer.

Babs: I was on my way to the hotel too look for you.

Me: You were?

(TBC BY BABS or ??????)

well this has been a dead topic  for  several months....and many of the original  members and  are no longer active
if  there  are  some members that want  to continue their stories...or  some recent members  of the tramps  or any girls from other teams  wish to create   new roles for the storyline   post here...

Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm moving into Cattyville. I got pushed out of the last place I lived by husbands that didnt like thier wives getting beat up all the time. Hey dont Poke The Bear.
Anyway if any of you would like to say hello or come by for a glass of wine please drop me a line.
I'm Diane121 on fcf