A New Life Out West

[RidePlayer]

Morgan kissed down her body worshipping her. Feeling her hands grip his shoulders she practically pushed him forward into her mound. He parted her folds with his fingers. Rubbing them slowly as his tongue began its dance. Carressing her labia before delving deeper into her parted lips. He listened to the noises Gretchen made guesing he was doing a good job. Continueing to play with her folds with his fingers he found her clit. Taking his tongue and circling the nub before latching on to suckle on it. Starting to taste her juices he moaned into her snatch. Loving her taste.

Morgan soon went back to work with his tongue now fucking her pussy with it. Tasting her insides. His fingers resumed the work his mouth had started Rubbing and pinching Gretchen's clit. He looked up to meet her eyes. Wanting to see the moment she let go.

 

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Nudged, not pushed. Nothing about Gretchen is forceful at this moment. That first lick allows him a taste of the wetness. Not proper wetness. One couldn't get excited about a man when you didn't know him at all in this manner. But a tongue which did its duty by slipping within?

That had her make a trembling sound, soft and sweet, nearly a cooing from those parted lips. As his fingers move onto her clit, those sweet sounds, almost a wordless begging succession of sounds from her. The widow had a light, sweet and fresh taste to her.

Morgan's suckling of her clit, just made those hips lift a little. Begging with that lift, and then he did just what she needed. The faster moving of his tongue, inside her slightly stretching somewhere that hadn't had proper use in a year. It was almost impossible to meet her eyes, with the slight arch of her back in that moment of orgasm. Gretchen's juices flowed from her slit freely to his tongue and lips. Thankfully, they were too far for anyone to be hearing those more lusty cries.

 

[RidePlayer]

Morgan licked at her juices like a man atranded in the texas wilds without water. He kissed the widows body lightly making his way back up to kiss her lips hungrily.

Looking in her eyes one last time. He took his cock 10 inches long as he gently began to part her lower lips with it. Once sheathed he waited not moving as she adjusted to him.

 

[Ravishing]

It took her a moment to adjust once he was within her. Those eyes stared into his own as she did. Lips parting then as she gave him a soft kiss, with the murmur of. "I think, I'm okay.." With those words she lifts a little into him testingly, seeing how moving against him felt. It was markedly different from the times with her deceased husband, in more ways than she expected. A stroke of fingers against his back then, and an encouraging look.

 

[RidePlayer]

Feeling her stroke his back he looked into her encouraging eyes.

Morgan began to drive his hips forward slowly at first but as the gasps and moans hit his ear he started to work his hips harder and faster.

His right hand gripped her hips using it for leverage as his left found her breast rocking gently with each thrust as he groped it.

His thumb pleasing her nipple as he pistoned in and out of her.

He groaned "gretchen!" his desire evident in his voice.

lifting her he hefted her into his lap his hands on her hips as he made her ride him from a sitting position.

His lips claiming hers in desire.

 

[Ravishing]

With that kiss, she found herself moving atop him. Quicker, rocking shifts of her hips in time to the rise and fall of her atop him. Those eyes closed as memories of other times with that deceased husband tickled her. It only had her bouncing quicker, faster, harder on him. Breasts perkily bouncing in time to the feel of his hips and thighs meeting hers. A gasp, as she broke that kiss, head back. Hair flowing sexily about her. At that moment she was carefree and lost to the orgasm which smacked into her, making her movements quicker to the thrumming pulse of inner muscles within, clenching about him inside her. A juicy liquid flowing over him then in that most intimate of places.


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Elsewhere, Marshall Wendall was riding up to Widow Jacob's Ranch. His dappled stallion flicked his tail about. While beside him Ivy Wendall rode her white stallion. Many a man had tried to tell him that was too much horse for his daughter. However, they'd been wrong. Ivy had broken the beast of his bad habits and tamed him much as she had her Father. "I know you're here on business, but a girl's got to have friends, and you know as much as I do, Emily needs someone other than her mother for a moment." In that Marshall couldn't disagree. "Beside's Daddy. It's time you grew a damned backbone about Masterson's grip on this town. We're good people, Father, we need to stand up to that bully." At 19, Ivy should have been long ago wed, and with her own little ones but as opinionated as his daughter was. No man to date, who'd tried to date her. Had come back a third time. Most saw her pale blonde curls, that porcelain skin that just seemed to refuse to tan up no matter how much sun she got. They saw an Angel and refused to believe the rumours. Ivy had a backbone.

The Marshall simply gave a vague non-committal grunt in answer to those words from the apple of his eye. "You know I'm right Daddy." A sigh, "Sweetheart, of course, your right. But there's a right way and a wrong way. You always seem to want to choose the hard road." Ivy flashed him a brilliantly winning smile. "Of course, Momma said I got that from you." Yes, once a time back Marshall had been a man of action. Right up until his wife died, he felt himself to blame for that incident.

Both horses came to a stop and Emelia looked up from the sewing she was doing sitting on the front porch of her and her husband's smaller house on the property. She called out to her husband, "Jose, you go find Mrs Jacobs. Marshell's here to see her." Marshall got off his horse about the same time her daughter did. The two tied the reins light to the posts and Ivy petted the mane of her beast in white. "Goodboy. Daddy, I'm gonna go for a bit of a walk, now before I go seek Emily."

He nodded to his daughter and resigned himself to standing under the porch of the main house.


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Perhaps just as those two were now staring into each other's eyes wondering a great many things which hadn't been saying. They'd hear quite distantly. "Mrs Jacobs?" Jose's voice carries from a long distance. It had Gretchen pale a little. Yes, no one rarely came this way, but if Jose needed her. He'd come a looking. He'd been there long enough to find her out this way a time or two. It had her hurry into re-dressing herself, swiping panties against herself and slipping them on, then her slip-on, her skirt about it buttoning it, then her blouse. Buttoning it and peering at the buttons to make sure she had them done the right way. She grabbed the blanket, packed the basket in a hurry and hid it near the tree there. She'd need to come back for that later. As she gave Morgan a quick look, a lingering look of someone almost saying goodbye in a way. Before she took off to end up somewhere else .. when Jose found her. Indeed when he did find her Morgan was safe. Very safe.

Barring the fact he'd all too soon be seeing a woman walking along his way. One with pale blonde curls, clad in a white blouse, a red skirt which came to about her ankles revealing red leather riding boots. She was perhaps the palest thing he'd seen in a long while. One didn't expect to see such hidden beauty out in the middle of nowhere, which is where Harland's Grove was. The middle of nowhere. Of course, he'd come here to hide.

Ivy lifted hands to her lips and called out. That voice was honeyed sweet, it fit her perfectly. "Evenin' to you, Ser." As she drew closer, there was a natural pale redness to those lips, lips which were full and slightly pouty because the bottom was slightly fuller than the top. Pale blue eyes watching him, and thick black lashes surrounding and outlining those eyes. A dainty nose that just fit perfect. "You that lovely fellow who showed them Masterson idiots something their momma should have?"

 

[RidePlayer]

When he felt Gretchen tense and her velvety walls squeeze his cock he groaned her name tensing as well his hips jerking as he came deep inside her.

Catching his breath he noted the look Gretchen gave him feeling he would miss this town whenever he did move on.

Getting dressed he heard Jose as Gretchen got dressed and left to meet Jose.

Deciding to make himself scarce so not to cause gossip or problem for Gretchen.

Heading out to the barn to check on the animals he heard a voice call out.

Turning he saw a pale beauty her skin catching the light like a angel but something in the blondes eyes told the cowboy she had more to her personality.

Hearing her words he chuckled and politely removed his hat "yeah I couldn't just stand by and watch them harrass my employer and her family like that."

He said "Tom Holt ma'am pleasure to meet you."

He returned his hat to his head stroking one of the horses heads as he said "to what do I ow this visit ma'am are you a guest of ranch owner?"

Not knowing she had arrived with the sheriff.

 

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Indeed. Marshell and Gretchen had met up on the front porch. "Mrs Jacobs." A tip of his cowboy hat to her.

Gretchen offers him a smile there. "Marshell. Do you want a cup of tea?" Sure, she could have made him wait out there, but she felt as if all eyes on her knew what she'd down out there with Morgan.

Marshell was surprised but hid it well. Given she'd turned down that money. He'd collected it after she'd gone, and he had it on him now. "Yes, Ma'am, I'd love some." And thus he followed her into the house. Watching as she went about putting the kettle on and stoking the stove.​

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Ivy offers him a smile then, she'd not stopped walking and thus as he'd entered the barn she followed him. Moving smoothly to him an offering of her hand. "Ivy Wendell. I came with my Father to check on y'all." Her hand indeed was soft where it didn't have light callouses. As if despite working hard she did her best to take care of herself.

"He's talking to Mrs Jacobs." Another smile those blue eyes watching him there as she found a brush and passed it to him. Thinking he'd come in to take care of the horses. "It was something good you did that day. Father told me that night, and I was glad they'd had someone to stand up for them."

The look on her face was genuine since Ivy meant it. "Thing's good enough for you here? I'm aware she's been through difficult times there. Now, my Father might be the Sheriff, but we've our own Ranch. We mostly are sought after for our horses. And my skill in helping tame them into the perfect animal for good folk to ride."​

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Marshell took off his hat finally and once he had that tea in hand. Withdrew a handkerchief folded about something she'd find familiar. "Now, don't you say no. You earned this, the moment they put hands on you and your daughter, Gretchen. Don't you turn this money down, you know quite well, Robert wouldn't he'd consider it fair."

Gretchen perhaps stiffened for a moment as thoughts of her Robert flooded into her mind. Would he still be proud of her after her actions this morning? Perhaps both a Yes and no. Yes, because it was time to move on, No, because of who she'd bedded.

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[RidePlayer]

He took the brush and said "thanks again Ms. Wendell I reckon your ranch must be very nice. The law needs a good horse and most of them seem to have one."

'Tom' forgetting himself for a moment as he brushed the horse.


"Yeah Mrs. Jacobs has been good to me" in more ways than one he thought to himself.

Looking at Ivy he said "you sure your husband would want you hanging around a ranch hand cowpoke like myself all alone?" The last thing he needed was someone accusing him of sneaking around with the Sherriff's daughter.

He already had to lay low till he got enough money to get out of here.

 

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"What husband?" Ivy comments. Holding that left hand up and showing clearly there was no ring there. "There hasn't been a man to date who could keep up with me. My Father included." She perhaps cheekily, flirtatiously, grins to him then.

"He's off ensuring that Mrs Jacob's isn't so foolhardy and accepts what he already tried to give her. She deserves it. Even an idiot could see that." Ivy certainly spoke her mind.

"So, it's Miss Wendell. Not Ms." Hands tucked to rest against those thighs under the red skirt then. "My Father, well, I think by now he's learned. I'll do as I wish and that my decision is final."

 

[RidePlayer]

Morgan chuckled "as pretty as a swan but as stubborn as mule a exciting combination."

He laughed at her last statement and said "im sure that if ypu ever brought home the wrong kind of man hed have some worfd then."

He grimaced "thos mastersons for example come to mind. Even with my stay temporary I hope my run ins with them are few and far between."

He flashed his charming grin one that morgan was a little naive to the effects it had.

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Marshel wendell sippes his tea and said "Mrs Jacobs....Gretchen we have known each pther since you moved to the grove.

 

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"Stubborn? Perhaps. But only when I know I am right." Ivy gave him the sweetest smile ever. "Wrong man? No. My Father would simply be fine if I stopped chasing men off." She leans into the gate of the next stall in the barn. "See. I know what interests me. So far. I haven't been on a date, or gone for a walk, or even had a milkshake with a man who interest's me. If I'm not interested. Really, interested. Why should I settle?"

"I do agree. They are a pain in the ass." She schooled her features into a sweet expression while she watched to see his reaction to her words. Most women did not swear so casual. Most weren't the daughter of the Sheriff. "So how, temporary?" As she said it Ivy aimed to brush her fingers to the back of his hand. She'd felt how that charming grin affected her, and she honestly liked it. A lot.

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Gretchen shook herself mentally out of her thoughts there and those eyes look back to Marshell then. "We have. Yes." She took her tea and motioned to the table there. Setting the cup down on the white lace table cloth she always spread over it and settled onto the ever-familiar chair. Her hands, calloused though they were, came to rest about that teacup. "I knew your wife far better Marshell, and I ..." She pauses then to actually meet his gaze a moment. "... know why it was hard, now. First hand." Oh, she got it. Now, anyway.

"I know Richard would sigh at me about not accepting it then and there. But, I was, just so mad, scared, worried." She'd felt all kinds of emotions that day, it was why she'd turned it down. She'd been unable to stomach the idea of touching something that had been in Matterson's possession. But. "I'm not too proud now." This was said much more quietly to him.

 

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Morgan chuckled and said "that makes sense I suppose but I'm sure your dad worries about who is gonna provide for you take care of you. I mean isnt that the reason any woman weds to have a stable home and future."

He smiled that charming smile again and said "besides i'd probably been wed by now myself but thats not for someone like me I lack the asperations of a home life all I wanna do is work somewhere long enough to buy a small cottage somewhere out of the way that I wont bother no one."

Hearing her curse he laughed and said "not sure till I make enough for a cottage and land deed I suppose or till Mrs. Jacobs gets tired of me." He felt her fingers brush his hand likeing the feel of her soft slightly calased hands while soft he could tell she worked.

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Marshell gently placed his hand on Gretchen's back and said "you know I will do my best to keep the Mastersons out of trouble they may own half the town but that doesn't make them above the law. They can't force you to sell your land no matter how much money they throw at you and I'll make sure they don't do anything shady. As far as his ...employees" his tone at the last word souring. "If they don't keep there noses clean hes gonna be finding himself short handed for the future."

When he handed his teacup back to be washed his fingers accidently brushed against hers for a moment. After handing her the cup he said "you know if you ever need to talk about Richard I'm all ears he was a good man and we both know where the other is coming from."

 

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"Who is going to provide for me?" Ivy lofts a brow up a little there. "I don't think you've realised. While my Father does the Sheriff's job in town. I'm out at our Ranch working the horses. Yes, we have people there. Men there. But they're all trained by me on how to do that exact kind of work. None of them is quite as good. That's just the plain truth. When people bring their horses, it's Ivy, they ask for." She smiles softer then, clearly happy that her work really meant something.

"What I need to find is a man who wants to stand beside me and work there with me. Who hopefully comes to love me, and is willing to have a couple of little ones. We're big enough Ranch wise, Father already built me my own house out on it. Just. Till everything falls into place. It's locked up." Clearly, she had been ... looking .. but none had struck her as the man who'd ... do well at it.

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At the touch of Marshell's hand to her back, Gretchen looks up. Head tilted back. Red hair spilling unbidden over those fingers. She listened to him with singular attention. As his fingers brushed her's for a moment, she could have almost sworn it felt nice. Which after her morning of throwing herself at Morgan, coaxes a blush to her cheeks. Once he spoke about Richard, Gretchen found herself standing then, which she realised a bit too late put her right into his personal space. But she endeavoured to meet those eyes of his. "Thank you, Marshell, I do think I may take you up on that. It would be nice." Those eyes of hers semi lower from him as she seems to strongly consider things. "A week's time, if you find yourself free at dinner time. I'll be making apple pies, with a spit roast. We can have ours in here and talk. The girls can be out with Emalie and Jose and such and chatter."

 

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Chuckles "sounds like your a woman with a good head on her shoulder thats always a nice trait." He hefted a haybarrel onto his sholder his muscles bulging and flexing with the movement.

He looked at her and said in sincerity "i'm sure you'll find a man who can appreciate both the beauty and the brains. Thats when you know hes a keeper." Turning to walk back towards the house with the haybarrel.

He paused for a moment and a part of him wondered what a permanent life in the grove would be like could he settle down have a family "no" he thought to himself I dont get a happy ending like that best I get is a life of isolation.

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When Gretchen stood he found himself looking her in the eyes. He blushed and said a bit flustered "that sounds lovely Gretchen I look forward to it I can bring some good whiskey I've been saving."

 

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Ivy began slowly walking with him. That was when she noticed Emily peering at him. A cock of her head then as she called out, "Hey Emily, been well?"

Startled, Emily seems to grow quickly flustered. Yes, she knew Ivy but given Ivy was that touch older she'd always seemed more like Ivy had already found her way. "I.. I'm okay. Thanks..." As Emily turned rushing off to go feed the chickens.

It had Ivy shaking her head a touch. "You think I'm going to find that here? No. I've seen everything Harlon's Grove has to offer. And I don't have the time to sit and wait for the coach every two months."

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Gretchen noticed that blush and such. It caused her own cheeks to warm just a smidge. It gave her a much more becoming look. "As do I." She aims to pick up then the handkerchief he'd put down with those notes and bills in it. And tucked it into her bodice.

A step back, even half of such had her behind encountering the table. Which told her just how close they'd been standing. "If you brought Ivy with you, maybe it'd be time to find her and return? I know she's busy at your home."

 

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Chuckled "it sounds like then you aint gonna get that house on your fathers ranch then. Maybe someday you'll make enough to venture out and meet the man that fits what you desire." Seeing emily he remembered how tense things were with her.

He sighed and said "well it was pleasure to meet you Miss hopefully I will see you around soon" Knowing he had to get back to work as he sat the hay barrell down.

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Marshell clicked his tongue thinking to himself 'when had widow Jacobs gotten so attractive.' Shaking the thoughts he said "I reckon I better before her and Emily find some way to get into trouble I swear Ivy is gonna be the death of me she needs to find someone to settle down with. I value her horse raising skills but I should be a grandfather by now." Chuckling to himself as he said "he tips his hat again and says "let me know when Gretchen and ill bring that whiskey for the dinner."

Walking out he saw Morgan as he said "Mr Holt I trust your keeping the Jacobs ranch out of trouble?" giving a skeptical eye to the cowboy.

Morgan said "of course sir just earing a honest living I didn't wanna start that stuff with the Mastersons men but I had my employer and her kin to worry about."

Marshell nodded liking the answer as he said "were heading out Ivy but sometime soon we should be coming back over for dinner and apple pie."

Morgan watched the two leave catching Gretchen's gaze he could feel something was differn't as he said "Ma'am" tipping his hat in respect as he got back to work. Retiring to his bunk after a long day.

 

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Gretchen smiled some. "She'll find someone, I know she will." Then she saw him to the door, "A week. Promise." Once Marshell passed through it, she shut the door behind him. Leaning against it. There was a meal to prepare yet. Thus she got into it, got it done and such. It was perhaps a simpler fare of spaghetti and meatballs with that sauce Emalia liked to make.

Emily got hers and ate it in the house with her Momma. The two Jacob's women talking quietly about Ranch stuff. Em, not letting on she'd seen Ivy chatting with Tom. (Change to Morgan if she 100% knows it).

Thus Morgan would be left to his own devices and the discovery he had $84 and change to his name. Just what did Morgan decide to do with things winding down so quick and the long hours of a night left that, he had to make his own decisions on things?

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Ivy as her Father called out to her, offered him a smile. "Sure thing. Sounds good." Indeed it did. Thus she swung up on the horse and left with him. While he went into town to his office first, and then perhaps home? Or perhaps this night a bunk in the office he had?

Ivy got her horse hidden and went the back way into the Saloon, up those back stairs and off to her room there. She took her time bathing, then dressing. Doing that little hint of makeup which was much more a hint of lipstick in a bright red to her lips, along with her signature outfit. A white lace babydoll dress with white panties, white stockings and strappy heels. She put her hair up in a twist style bun held with bobby pins, and her mask. It was white lace and covered the upper part of her face, showing just those blue eyes. With the subtle affliction, she gave her voice, none had worked out it was her yet.

Walking out onto the balcony there finally Ivy lingered against it, her hands light to it in those white gloves which trace up to her arms in bows. She was distracting and here she was known simply as Candy, short for Candace. It was actually her middle name so, technically she wasn't lying to these men!

 

[RidePlayer]

Morgan was restless thst evening. He got up riding into town to the saloon.

Approuching the bar he ordered a whiskey asking the bartender to leave the bottle.

He looked up seeing the ladies working the saloon. Though non had made him consider losing his money like pearl did.

His eyes caught a white attired woman on the balcony a lace mask obscuring every thing around her eyes except gorgeous blue.

 

[Ravishing]

Asking to leave the bottle might well be a slight money drain to him. As he looks up, there was a touch of a smile that came to those lips there. While her face might have been obscured, nothing else was. Indeed the barmen caught his look up to her. Thus he whispered to him, "Oh that's Candy, she's rarely round, but when she is she does tend to draw eyes rather fast." He mused a moment. "Although, she doesn't often take people up. Some of them have mused on who the heck she is. I've not yet heard a bad word about her though."

'Candy' for her part just leaned there looking over those below. Until at least she did spy 'Tom'. There was nothing of recognition on that masked face, but her lips did curl into a softer smile. Those teeth glimpsed showed no sign of being ill-kept, a good thing. Her form simply showed she well looked after herself. She'd been doing this for at least the last three years, here and there. As that form had blossomed into the full feminine form she had today some of those with different tastes had left her, but the rest of who seemed to like the look of her more than made up for it. Of course, she was only doing this to allow her to see those who might blow into town.

 

[RidePlayer]

Morgan listened Taking a sip from his glass. He sees Candy watch him and smile as he raises his glass and offers a smile. A silent invitation to join him as he asks the bartender for a second glass should she care to split his bottle. While he doughted anything more would come from talking to Candy especially from what the bartender said she might make for some conversational company like pearl had been in the past. for him from times."

 

[Ravishing]

There was a mime of her hand touching her chest in a -Who me?- Gesture. Then a lift of that hand to touch the back to her forehead in a swoon, gesture. Lowering the hand she moves along that balcony, those hips having a subtle sway side to side as she walks along, then down the steps. It proved eye-catching as many of those below seemed to -stop- what they were doing simply to .. stare.

Once down there was the casual rapport of heels to the wood while she walks to the bar, and settles her behind onto it. Crossing those legs casual like and one hand landing on her knee. The other aims to motion to the glass. Then lush red lips part, it's a more sultry lilt to that voice which alters it perhaps just enough he won't properly recognise it. That there-in was her game. To -keep- people from realising.

"Evenin' to ya." A wink, a smile, and a lean, certainly put those assets on display for his eyes to look over. "So, what brings you here, apart from that whiskey. Shame for you to have been drinking alone, company is so much better."

 

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Morgan watched as she descended down hearing her he thought she sounded familiar but her display and sultry tone threw him off if only for now.

He nodded and said "well ma'am I reckon it would be a honor to have such company from yourself. Pouring her a glass as he handed it to her Tom Holt Ma'am"

 

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If only for now worked enough. "If you really want an honour, and conversation that won't be passed about like rumours in a church bake sale." This was said right in soft against his ear. "We can talk, privately. Talk, and partake of that whiskey." She eased back just enough to lift the glass to those lips and sip from it, a subtle imprint of red to the glass rim.

 

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Morgan says "well miss I suppose enjoying whiskey and conversation with a beautiful woman in private is reasonable." He stood grabbing the bottle as he also offered his arm to 'Candy' He smiled charmingly and said "where shall we take this drink Ma'am?" Following her if she led him off.

Not noticing at first some of Mastersons men who recognized morgan from the confrontation in town earlier.