Gunsmoke!

[Lady_Kit]

Stepping boldly in front of Don Diego, Kitty places both hands on her hips and glares at the drunk and dirty ranch hand who seems bent on causing trouble.

I've warned you before about comin into my place dirty and smellin like cheap whiskey and a horse barn Cowboy. If you don't leave now, and get yourself cleaned up and presentable, you'll never set foot in the Long Branch again! I'll not have my girls pawed at by men with no manners who start a brawl everytime they come in.

Kittys' burst of temper were legendary, not so much for their ferocity, but for the cosequences to her appearance. Poised as she was and emphasizing each sentence with a stamp of her foot drew the eyes of her combatant squarely to the creamy mounds above her bodice. Even strong men were quickly mersmerized by the sight. The ranch hand was no exception.

"Miz Kitty...ya cain't mean it!! I didn't mean nuthin by it...I waz just funnin him...I didn't mean no harm..."

The prospect of permanent ejection from Kitty and her girls was usually enough treat to straighten things out, and this was no exception.The cowboy seemed sincere and looked at Don Diego as if hoping for support.

"I'm sorry I ran inta ya Mister....No hard feelins?"

Don Diego, it turned out was not only handsome and genteel, he was also wise. He gave a curt nod.

"Think nothing of it, my friend. No harm done."

Well, thats just fine, then. Now, you go on over to the bath house and get yourself cleaned up, then when you get back I'll have one of the girls bring you over a nice glass of good whiskey.

Kittys beaming smile and the prospect of a free drink and female company were all the incentive the cowboy needed and he quickly turned and left.

The people gathered nearest let out a collective sigh.

Sam, a round of the good stuff, if you please. Don Diego, thank you. It's not every man who will see that there is some more strenght in avoiding the fight than winning it.

I'm sure you would have won, but I'm glad we didn't have to witness it. Blood makes such a mess of the bar you know.

Now, about your young lady. I belive that Doc is right, you'll find her at Pearls place at the end of the street. Better drink up before you go, if she's there I doubt you'll like what you find.

 

[casper3110]

Genie

“Genie, where are you girl?”
I heard Lily calling me, so I came out from the back of the store.

“Well that was a quick return, I thought you had a busy morning with ‘sugar’ planned.” I couldn't stop the grin from slowly creeping on my lips.

We talked as we headed out the door. I was dying to know what was going on outside, just down the street.

“Things didn’t go my way at all today, guess who showed up?”

“Who?”

“Ringo”

"Ringo? What did that sorry excuse for a human want now? Isn't it enough that you are still married to that cowpie?"

"Well, I was gettin' all ready for 'sugar' to show when Ringo came in the door, like he owned me! I gave him a piece of my mind!"

"Was that before or after you gave him a little more?" I asked, knowing how long it had been for Lily.

"The shots rang out before anything could happen, dammit!"

"I am sorry Lily, really I am! I know how it is."

"How long has it been now, Genie?" Lily asked, concern on her face.

"'Bout 6 months now. This is the longest he has been gone. I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't have Matt look into it."

At that moment, Chester tripped and fell on the body laying in the middle of the street. Not able to help myself, I started to giggle. Looked over at Lily to see if she caught what just happened, only to find that she was winking at him.

"Have something you want to tell me, Lily?"

"Later, Ringo is coming this way, and I don't really want to talk to him!"

We turn and head back into the store. I was itching to ask her more about the meaning of that wink, but held my tongue until I was behind the counter.

"So what was that all about?" I asked.

"Excuse my ladies, don't mean to interrupt"

I looked up to see a stranger dressed in black. Nothing strange about that. Black is popular around these parts. Damn, but didn't my heart start to race, and just from him loooking at me. I couldn't help but stare. It isn't often that a man could get me all worked up by just looking at me.

"Hey stranger, never seen you around these parts" I said, finding my voice again.

"I'm a bit of a wanderer but if all the women here are as beautiful as you two I think I will stay, The name is Jason Satir.

"I'm Genie I own the place and this is my friend Lily." I said "What can I do for you?" I tried hard not to blush at the beautiful woman comment.

"Oh just looking for some fun around here and need some supplies. Could you help me? I understand if your busy." He said and started to twirl his pistol.

Watching him twirl that gun was making me a little nervous.

"I can help you. Just tell me what you need, and if you wouldn't mind, putting that gun away. There is no need for that in here."

"Sorry ma'am."

"If I don't have what you need here, I can order it for you, but it might well be a while before it come in."

Staring at him again I could feel my heart pound and was certain he knew what I was thinking. That there was a room upstairs with a nice bed that hadn't been used in a long time.

I looked over at Lily and silently urged her to say something.

"So where are you from Mr. Satir?" Lily finally asked.

I sent her my thanks with a small smile.

 

[Morwen]

Thelma Urman

Thelma pulled the reins back when they reached the little crick. About the only shady green spot in this desolate plain, it was pretty well marked. But no one else were about. "Looks downright peaceable," she said to her horse.

She hopped off Louise and tied the swift black mare to the old cottonwillow. Allowed the horse to graze and water, while Thelma contemplated on what she had done. "I done well, in one respect," she told Louise. "We were flat broker than a riverboat gambler, that was for sure, and that there robbery done gone off without a hitch. Hoo yeah." She sat on the edge of the bank and reloaded her pair of six-shooters.

Then she opened the Wells Fargo back and peeked in at all the gold and silver coins packed in there. Yup, no question about that. "Problem is," she continued, although the horse was busy eating the fresh green grass. "Problem is, done half the town gone and seen us do it." She sat down at the edge of the brook, unlacing her boots and dipping her feet in the cold waters of the stream. "That weren't no good, Louise," she told the horse. "Being seen."

She shoved about twenty dollars worth of gold and silver into her pockets, the waded out into the middle of the creek, near a big deadfall snag, and hid the rest of the money, a couple hundred dollars, where it weren't likely to be found. Looked around real careful like at the hills to make sure no one was watching first. No one was.

Then she got herself back up on the bank. Now what? What she wanted to do was go down to Miss Kitty's Saloon and gamble and drink the night away, but figured she'd be recognized right off the mark. "Well durn! What good is the filthy lucre if you can't spend it?"

Then she got another one of her crazy ideas. Why, she'd just go back into town in disguise! She fished a can of boot-black out of her saddlebag, and began to run it through her hair. "Tain't no one looking for a black-haired girl," she said, running the greasy stuff and handfuls of water through her already-dirty locks. "Now we just gots to find a ranch house to steal some fancy Sunday dress from. Ain't no one 'cognize us then.

"Then hon, we's off to Sodom and Gomorrah." She laughed, slapping her kneed, imagining all the fun she'd have at Miss Kitty's place. Poker, whiskey, them burlesque shows. Miss Kitty herself. And oh yeah, there was that new girl Caroline the town were raving about.

Her horse turned its head and gazed at her balefully. "Yeah all right ye old busybody, I'll stud ye up too," Thelma snapped, retaking the saddle. They rode off in the direction of some isolated ranch houses.

Louise was a fairly traditional horse. She liked the stallions. It was a constant source of tension between the two.

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily

Lily and Genie stood talking on the sidewalk in front of the General Store and watched the activity down the street. Matt and Chester were huddled over the still body of Vernon the barber, apparently trying to determine his need for the undertaker by kicking him. A husky voice rang out, “Thelma, Dillon….It was Thelma Urman.” Matt and Chester both spun around at the sound of the voice, but unfortunately Chester’s feet became tangled in the dead man’s clothes and he fell on top of him. He stood, brushing himself off and looked toward the store in embarrassment. Genie giggled and looked at Lily just as she threw a wink at Chester.

"Have something you want to tell me, Lily?"

"Later, Ringo is coming this way, and I don't really want to talk to him!"

They ducked back in the store and Lily was about to tell Genie about her ‘sugar’ when a young stranger strode in, spurs ringing with each step. He introduced himself as Jason Satir. He was a handsome devil and charming, but with an underlying element of danger. Lily could feel the tension between Genie and Jason. She was looking him over like a Texas cattleman checking out a prize bull.

He wore his guns holstered low on his hips which marked him as a gunfighter, but twirling his Colt like a performer in Wild Bill’s show displayed his inexperience or maybe his nervousness around Genie. Lily chuckled to herself when Genie told him to put it away.

Hearing Genie’s unspoken plea Lily asked “So, where you from Mr. Satir?”
Lily saw a black hat pass by the window in the storefront. It had holes shot straight though it. Ringo.
Gesturing toward the window with her eyes, “Genie, I have to go and get ready for work at the Long Branch. Would you please tell anyone that comes lookin’ for me that I already left? Mr. Satir, it’s nice to meet you.”

Lily was concerned about leaving Genie alone with Jason, but knew that Matt and Chester were right close by and that Ringo, scoundrel that he was, wouldn’t let any harm come to her although Lily wouldn’t put it past the old goat to make a pass at her.

She turned and ran up the back stairs to her room.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Kitty

Strolling up to Caroline, Kitty slips an arm around the young girls waist, and leans close to whisper in her ear.

We may have ccompany later. That money Thelma carried off this afternoon will burn a hole straight through her britches and she's bound to end up here. Spread the word to watch for her. Like as not, she's gonna end up dead one day, but I don't want it to happen here. Tell the girls, we'll help her if we can.

Caroline gives a nod, and begins to move around the room. Alerting the other girls to watch for Thelma.

I hope she has sense enough to head for Mexico instead of coming back here. Course if she had any sense at all, she'd find another line of work, or at least learn to cover her face and her tits.... Kitty smiles slightly, thinking of the outlaw beauty...

Yep, just can't miss those tits.

Giving a sigh, she turns back to the bar and motions for Sam to pour another shot; just to dull the urges.

 

[BigDawg69]

Chester strolled as non-chantly as he could manage into the Long Branch. He arrived just in time to see Kitty dress down a particularly dirty ranch hand and send him packing.

With a goofy grin Chester made his way up to the bar and Doc Adams. Oblivious to the stares and watchful eyes of many of the more questionable patrons that dotted the saloon.

"Mornin' ma'am." Chester spoke to Miss Kitty's bossom straight away. She giggled at him and winked as she slipped her arm around the lovely Caroline and moved away.

"Doc, Marshall reckons the barber is dead. I reckon he's passed to the spirit world too." Chester stepped closer, pulled back in a grimace to the strong smell of liquor pouring from the Doc, and leaned in close. "Marshall also reckons we need more iron on our side hanging around. Jason Satir just rode into town and with Ringo and Thelma about them's not so good odds."

Doc rolled his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. he held out his hand flat and perfectly steady. Chester stepped back and looked at the Doc's hand and breathed a bit of relief.

"Better switch that whiskey to coffee, Sam." Chester said as he turned to leave. "Doc we'll need you to pronounce the barber officially dead."

Chester walked back out to the street in time to see Ringo and Marshall standing on the porch in front of the General Store. He couldn't tell, but it almost looked as if they weren't really talking but more looking through the windows at the inside. That's when movement in one of the second story windows caught his eye.

Chester looked up and his jaw dropped. He saw the perfect form of Lily as she dropped her dress and prepared for a bath. Captured by the sight, he began to slowly walk toward the General Store. He paused only slightly when he got within ear shot of the Marshall and Ringo.

"Reckon I should go and see what Lily and Genie saw, take their statements." Chester blurted.

Ringo eyes narrowed at the young man but a snort revealed he little believed that clumsy deputy could ever be "sugar." Matt turned to Chester with a puzzled look.

"You don't know how to read or write no good, Chester." Dillon questioned.

"Yeah but both Lily and Genie do. I'll just have 'em write it down and bring you the notes. You can read 'em." Chester didn't even look at the two men as he started round the corner of the building toward the back steps. "It was Thelma, and she'll be back." Chester mumbled as he ventured out of sight.

He quickly made his way to the back stairs and climbed them as stealthily as he could manage. He got to the door of Lily's room and paused for a moment. he could hear her pouring water into a basin on the inside. Images of her scantily clad body filled his brain and he lost himself in a dream for just a moment. He let his head fall forward and thump on the door. he jerked his head straight up and looked around.

"I sure hope that's you." A sweet and coy voice called from insided.

"Me?" Chester's voice cracked as he responded.

The door swung open to a very tantalizing Lily standing dressed only in her garter and corset. A huge smile adourned her lovely face. "SUGAR!"

Chester stepped through the door, which she slipped closed behind him, as he picked her up in a full on bear hug. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss that stole her breath.

 

[soliloquy]

Nell Bothwaite sat in front of her vanity mirror counting the strokes of her brush through her golden locks.

"Eighty nine, ninety, ninety-one..." and onward to the requisite one hundred. Setting down the brush, she arranged her locks atop her head, and then stood for the full effect. Nell was the picture of prim and proper with her figure de-emphasizing dress and pinafore. Her curls were fastened to her head neatly and her cheeks were flushed just slightly.

Her blue eyes glistened as she ran her hands down the front of her muslin dress. What hid beneath no man had touched nor seen. At twenty, Nell was an old maid in many people's eyes. She had had her fair share of offers, but in her mind the only use for having a man was to change her last name from the awful Bothwaite.

If the truth were to be told, Nell would have admitted that marriage and the benefits of said union scared her. She had once let a boy kiss her, but when his tongue sneaked between her lips causing a tingle at the juncture of her thighs, she had pushed him away, and he had tumbled into the creek after biting his own tongue. Nell had laughed, and since then, few men had dared to come near her, though she knew that they all talked as if they had been the one to break the ice queen.

As she applied a bit of color to her lips, she saw Mrs. Green slip in the door from the mirror. She turned to see the horrified expression on her face.

"What is it?" Nell's voice was impatient and reeked of haughtiness.

"Your father, Miss Nell, he's been...shot!"

"Pa? Shot?" Nell's eyes widened and she found it hard to take a breath.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Nell, but I think he's been shot dead...by a woman!"

The world went black as, with a swoon and a cry, Nell's form crumpled to the floor.

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Quickening his step as he saw Miss Genie and Lily disappear into the general store with a tall stranger dressed in a long black coat, Ringo nervously edged his hand towards his gunbelt.

Through the window he saw that the stranger was more interested in the womenfolk than starting trouble, seemed like he just wants to show off a little, twirling his guns and actin’ arrogant.

He stepped inside just as he saw Lily sneak out the back way. He
sighed, what’s she up to now, Then he remembered. that earlier she was lookin’ for this sugar fella’ and suspected that that's where she's headed now, for the rendezvous they had planned before he came on the scene this morning. He couldn’t be blaming her much thinking it probably was just for the money that she was givin’ her self to another man That was her way, being a passionate woman and all that was what he loved about her, her genuine lust and joy when making love, He smile thinking how she was getting satisfied as well as gettin’ paid and,. well, that cant be all that bad.

Still he was a little put out and he grumbled to MissGenie. “What in tarnation is that woman up to anyway”. Genie seemed preoccupied with the stranger and Ringo feeling left out approached the man.
“Hope your intentions ain’t improper, Miss Genie is a fine upstanding lady in our community and I wouldn’t like to see her reputation tarnished by the likes of some one like you.

“I got nothin’ against outlaws, happen to be one myself but don't like cowboys who intentions aren’t honorable. He looked at Miss Genie. “Hope this dude ain’t bothering you Miss Genie cause if he is I’ll run him right out of here this minute

 

[ariosto]

He knew damned good and well there'd be no posse forming today. Chester was sniffing up Lily's skirts like a bloodhound after a bitch in heat...nothin unusual there.
Ringo seemed not to realize what was happening or else didn't care. He was tryin' to make some time with Miss Genie.

What the hell, when in doubt have a drink or....
Another idea came to mind.

Saddling up the big bay he'd bought from Moss Grimach and sliding his winchester into the saddle holster, Dillon mounted up and rode west out of town in the direction Thelma had taken.
About a mile out was an abandoned homestead where he'd find cover and wait.
He knew enough about the bold bandita to know she'd be coming back to Dodge to spend that money...and he'd be ready for her.

 

[StarXChyld]

Susan Shirley, the schoolmarm

The train rocked her gently back and forth as it sped through the night towards Dodge City. Susan glanced at her 8 year old daughter, asleep on the seat in front of her and smiled softly. This move might be the best thing for Jessica since losing her daddy. The doctors back East had made the suggestion soon after Mr. Shirley's untimely demise but it took hand-written job offer from the U.S. Secretary of Education for Susan to finally make the move. Mr. MacMichael's letter had stated in brief that Dodge City had finally grown to the point of needing a schoolmarm and had the funds to build a new schoolhouse as well as offer a generous salary to someone as bold as her to venture into the new frontier. What Susan didn't know was that Mr. MacMichael had sent the very same letter to every teacher on the Eastern Seaboard. . .It wouldn't have mattered much, Susan was feeling very bold these days.

Being widowed at 27 was difficult enough for any woman but for a woman with an enormous "appetite" as hers, it was nearly impossible within the very conservative confines of Boston Proper. Every smile that flitted over her lips was met with either a wicked leer of the townsmen or a disapproving scowl from their wives. Boston seemed to be experiencing a shortage of eligible bachelors from which she might choose and the urges she was experiencing were slowly driving down her otherwise high standards. Perhaps Dodge City might be the answer, with it's booming economy and wealth of virile young men, she might find a suitable husband. Someone who would love her, cherish her and more than occasionally ravish her. Plus, her darling Jessica needed a new father. She sighed blissfully as she allowed herself to imagine such a man.

Slipping off into a gentle sleep as the train carried her farther and farther from home and towards her new life, Susan could not even begin to imagine the new life waiting for her in Dodge City.

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[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily

Lily went to the window in her room and looked down into the street. Matt & Ringo were standing on the sidewalk outside the store. They seemed to be talking about young Jason as they were facing the store looking through the plate glass, but their voices were low and she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
From the corner of her eye she saw the tall handsome form of Chester coming out of the Long Branch and heading up the street toward the store. She stepped closer to the window and dropped her dress from her shoulders. Chester looked up and saw her framed in the gently blowing curtains. His mouth fell open and she knew she had his attention. He resumed his slow walk toward the store, pausing only for a moment to exchange words with Matt. She heard him tell Matt that he was going to get her statement and reached up to pull the curtains across the window, knowing he was on his way up to her room. She thought no interruptions this time, Matt you just keep that ole horn toad busy for a bit.

Lily quickly stripped down to her corset and garter. She pulled out the pins holding her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders. I hope you got in some time for a good meal sugar, you’re going to need the energy. She hears a ‘thump’ on her door.

"I sure hope that's you." Lily says softly, her wicked smile evident in her voice.

"Me?" Chester's voice cracked as he responded.

Lily reached the door, swinging it open wide, “Sugar!” He stepped through and she pushed the door shut behind him.

She was immediately swept up in a bear hug, her body squeezed tight against his hard frame as his mouth found hers and kissed her soundly taking the breath from her body. He carried her to the edge of the bed and they fell together to the feather mattress, springs squeaking in protest. With her fingers fumbling in their hurried attempt to unbutton his shirt she says, “I don’t know how much time we have, I’m afraid we have to hurry.” His shirt unfastened, he quickly shrugs it from his shoulders. Lily runs her fingernails lightly down his chest stopping at the top of his gun belt. Chester sits up and unbuckles the belt and hanging it over the bed post.
His fingers tangle themselves in the laces of her corset, tugging at the ties, his breath hot against the softness of her full breasts as he tries to release her from her bonds.
“Just leave it be sugar” Lily said as she reached for the buttons of his trousers. “It’s been too long, I want you now!” With a moan Chester buries his face between her breasts, his hands sliding to cup her firm round bottom in his big hands. Lily throws a leg over his, puts her hands firmly on his backside and grinds her hips against him feeling his excitement. Her hands push between their bodies, unbuttoning his britches and freeing his huge erection from the cloth only to be recaptured by her stroking fingers.
Chester jumps up by the bed and reaches down to pull off his boot. He hops on one foot while pulling with both hands on the boot of the other. His member bounces with each attempt to keep his balance.
Trying to keep from giggling at the sight of his huge erection bobbing in her face Lily grabs hold of the top of his pants and pulls them to his knees. “Oh sugar, just leave the boots on!” She lies back on the bed, her legs open wide and motions for him.

 

[Dillon]

Try to sit and enjoy a touch of...conversation...damn if there aint gonna be some trouble.

Alright I'm going I'm going....damn I do more pronouncing the deceased than repairing the living here lately. And just when Caroline was bringing some life from myself too....

There was a crowd around the barber, like flies to horse apples Doc thought. The weather was always a topic of conversation for others, Doc never talked about it, partly 'cause weather never seemed to exist at times like this.

"Get the heck outta the way, ya'll I got some business here!"

Doc stood over the shell of the man who had cut his hair, lying in the dirt, and kneeled down to provide the show. The man was clearly dead but still the crowd always loved the famous pulse check. Fingers at the lifeless carotid artery at the neck, head drops... and then the words...

"He's dead! Somebody go fetch the coroner!"

Doc stood up, as mesmerized by the dead as he was earlier by the perfume of a beautiful lady. Time stood still in the pause for Doc.

Damn if those wounds aren't from a forty-four, nobody carries those on a hip...least nobody around here. I better get around and get some of the info on this, Dillon and Kitty might need to know

Whisky on his his breath and the perfume of a woman on his mind Doc began his search...and the search would begin with that preacher....

OOC...Left town for the weekend ya'll!!! Accept my apologies for the tardiness!!

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Randall 'Buck' Crabb

OOC...Two Doc's crossposting!
Dillon your on pardner...sorry for the mix up.
But Turk is begging for a part so..................


IC...
He'd watched her ever since the train pulled out of Wichita.
A high steppin fancy lady. The kind Buck hadn't see often and in the past two years in prison, not at all.
He'd stolen enough from the dry goods store to outfit himself with his customary black, though he sorely missed the shine of mexican silver that had once been his trademark both as a gambler and as one of the fastest guns in the west.

Dodge City was coming up and it looked like the woman and her daughter were about to leave the train.
He had a ticket to California, but hell Dodge might suit afterall.
He had a score to settle with the Marshal there anyway.

The train huffed and chugged to a stop at the siding where a dozen townsmen were waiting for it.

Buck stood up, he was tall anyway and the prison diet had made him lean and trim. He was the same handsome blackhaired hombre that had taken and discarded the hearts of numerous belles from Abilene to Virginia City.
He poured on the charm...

"Pardon me maam, I'll be happy to carry your luggage from the train for you...and might I say that's the prettiest little girl I've ever seen!...Kind of like her mama."

He smiled and held out his hand.

"Randall Crabb, at your service."

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

hoooooooooooooooooo

Ringo glanced out the window and ssaw Doc n' Kitty heading for the train station Must be someone important comin in on the Sant Fe. Matt rode out of town a while ago n' the undertaker finally got the barbers corpse of the street.

Ringo was gettin thirsty agin and Genie wasn't paying no never mind to him, making eyes at that young stranger instead.


He cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Miss Genie ifn it aint too much bother n' you get time check in back for a new hat for me, just like this on only with only one hole. extra large you know, big head, big feet, big.... he chuckled at his joke and headed out the door to the LongBranch.

A bunch of folks were heading for the train but he wasn't interested knowing that Miss caroline was gonna be dancin soon and n; he aint seen her show for quite a spell.

Inside he finds her sittin' at the bar looking a bit miffed.

Whats wrong Miss Carrie? Doc run off n let you He gave her hard quick kiss.He knew she likeed the nickname he used to call her before he married Lily . He grined. remembering the days him and Carrie used to go skinny dipping in the creek west of town out near that abandoned farm. He started getting excited just thinkin' about seeing her naked in the water her fine breasts bobbing like mellons just under the surface. ooh eee they sure was nice .
"Sam, get this lady a drink before she goes on stage . He knew she always danced better with a couple of drinks inside her lushious body."

Sam poured her a drink and Ringo grabbed the bottle flipping a twenty dolllar gold piece on the bar Set em up Sam, till this is gone 'n' give that piano player something for his efforts. He raised the bottle in the air "Heres to ol' times, Carrie remember the ol' swimmin' hole. He winked and gave her another smootch "thats for ol' times too honey"

 

[BigDawg69]

Lily fell back on the bed, opening the gateway to the moist heaven for Proudfoot. He instantly ceased his stumbling as he was mesmerized by the beauty that lay before him. His eyes slowly traced up from Lily's tight mound over her heaving breasts to the coy smile that spread across her face. His hardened manhood seemed to follow his eyes in a slow upward movement.

With amazing, if not uncharacteristic, grace, Chester moved slowly between her legs. His eyes looked longingly into Lily's as their mouths closed upon each other in a long slow kiss.

Chester could feel the heat and wetness from Lily's exposed sex brush with tip of his manhood as his hips drew closer to hers. Her slippery lips parted around his head and opened for him in a passionate embrace. She broke the kiss to gasp as he slid slowly inside her.

Passion and lust took over as Chester filled Lily. Their moans echoed through the small room as his thrusts met in prefect timeing with her own. Her velvet wetness tightened around him as he drove deep within her, arching her back and sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. It did not take long before she shuddered in exstacy as Chester pumped in and out of her.

"I don't want this to ever end!" Lily cried out into Chester's ear.

"I'll last as long as I can ma'am!" Came Chester's boyish reply.

Lily could not help but giggle slightly. Chester rotated his hips slightly changing his angle and sending a whole new set of sensations bolting through her body.

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily wrapped her legs around the gyrating hips of the young deputy, pulling him tight into her body.

She cries out, “Harder sugar, give me all you got. God I needed this!” and digs her heels into his backside as he rides her harder and faster, lifting her from the bed with every thrust. The springs of the old bed scream in rhythm with the frenzied assault.

“Oh yes! Right there, Oh God……I’m nearly there” she manages to squeeze out from between clenched teeth.

With a final hard, penetrating thrust Chester buries himself in her sending a shockwave through her body that causes her to come with a scream.

The bed beneath them collapses with a loud crash to the floor.

Lily just lies there, her legs still firmly wrapped around him, his seed running down her thighs. He pushes himself up to rest on his forearms and looks down at her. She begins to chuckle softly and looks up into his face. She feels the muscles in his belly clench as he begins to laugh with her….

 

[CaptainAnarchy]

And they were alone...

I put my pistol into his holster not wanting to update the ladies. The awkward silence showed that I infact didn't want supplies but that I saw two beautiful women and thought what the hell.

"So where ya from" Lily questioned I thought to myself and got a more serious look on my face

"To be honest, don't know mam. I was born on the trail and have been on it ever since. I've been alone ever since some in'gins killed my parents. So I never heard my history but that don't matter much to me. I make it on my own."

Lily then left trying to obviously get away from something. I had feared it was me. The way I twirled my gun showed my nervousness and the way my guns were by my hips showed I was always ready for a fight. I knew damn well I was wanted dead or alive for the killing I did. But I hate indians, if they had done to other people's family like they did to mine they would have done the same thing as me. I feared the Sheriff didn't notice me in town and didn't assume I was the one who shot that barber. I hadn't got into any trouble beside a few gun fights but I hadn't kill anyone since. I then decided I better break the silence before Genie thought something odd of me.

"Looks like I scared her off, I do that sometimes" I said half smiling.

"Oh don't mind her. She is trying to avoid a bad boyfriend. Your not half as scary as you think" she replied looking dead into my cold blue eyes.

No woman had ever been so brave around me. Most of them thought I was some kind of animal who shot first and thought later. This turned me on and the 9 inch cock in my leathers began to tingle again.

"So how about you any men in your life?" I inquired. We both knew what I wanted, I just hoped she wanted the same.

Just then I heard a loud commotion coming from the Saloon.

"That place always like that?" I leaned against a piece of wood keeping the roof up over the porch of the store lighting up a cigarette.

 

[Morwen]

Thelma

Thelma and her mare rode towards town cautiously. Thelma'd picked up a nice white Sunday dress off an untended clothesline on a nearby ranchero, and had it hiked up about her hips so she could ride the western saddle. Her hair was all blacked out and glistening from the cheap dye job she'd given it. And a nice Sunday bonnet shadowed her features, making her harder to recognize. But she reckoned she best keep her boots on, you never know. And her pistols where tucked away in the untied saddlebags, easy to reach.

Near about town was a little abandoned shack where gamblers were known to sleep off a drunk, or outlaws tied their horses up before sneaking back into town. That was her plan. She slipped off Louise and calmed the horse, giving her a reassuring little pat and a sugar cube. But she could tell by the way her horse was acting they weren't alone, another animal was around, probably a horse, one that had Louise jerking her ears back and sniffing the wind.

Keeping the horse between herself and the shack in the draw below, she flipped open the saddlebags and took out her pair of Colt 45s, and a box of extra cartridges. Clicked off the safeties and dropped behind a rock, facing the abandoned shack. Waited for her horse to trot off down to the creek on its own. That's when she spied the Marshall's big bay watering down by the water too.

Damn. Should never have come back to Dodge. Never. Should've rode off for Deadwood or Silverado or Frisco. Damn. Damn. Damn.

She had no choice now. She fired off a couple rounds towards the abandoned shack to let him know she was here. Damn damn damn. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Now her only hope was that he was alone.

 

[ariosto]

"Thelma, give up your surrounded!"

Yeah, it's the oldest ploy in the book, Matt thought but he was desperate.
He'd brought the winchester but hadn't brought the bullets for it!
He was reduced to his 'Navy' 44 and six shots.
Four actually he'd just sent two in the general direction the cottonwood tree where he figured she was firing from.

"You hear Thelma?...I promise you a fair..."
BLAMBLAMBLAM....BLAMBLAM!!....BLAM!!

She obviously wasn't concerned about how many bullets SHE had.
They were to far from Dodge for anyone to hear, even if anyone would pay attention to just another firefight.

A flash of color!
He fired!
Did he get her?

Dillon stuck his head over the window sill.
BLAM...BLAM...BLAM!
Wooden splinters peppered his face, dust filled his eyes...

SHIT!

"I'm hit!...I'm hurt real bad...."
(Comeon now Dillon sound pitiful.)

"Please Ma'am, I'm a....goner...just...asip...of water...for I ....go."
He smiled to himself,
Pretty damned good he thought.
If I get outta this I might take up acting.

 

[afternooner]

Mrs green

'Land o' goshens, I think she feinted clean away."

Mrs green ran for the smelling salts.

"Here honey".

She passed them under Poor Nells nose.

"Where am I?"

Nell came to and looked suspiciously around fraid some one was gonna take advantage of her probably some worthless man. Mrs Green smilled"

you ok honey thought you was a goner for sure."

Nell rose unsteadily and then regaining her composure demanded to know more about the shooting.

Mrs green hesitantly told her the rest of the story hoping not to disturb the poor girl any further.

Well, it seems they only have one body, Vernon the barber, your pa's not considered on of the dead. someone seen him in the saloon but with all the commotion in town nobodys sure. Some folks say he's in the alley preaching to the drunks laying in the gutter and the mongrel dgs and stray cats. pardon my directness miss Nell but seems like they's the only ones who listen anymore think your pa's a bit tetched if you know whatI mean"

"Think I might just go and check things out fer myself, Nell said indidgnantly, seems like something mighty strange going on here. and I aim to get to the bottom of it."

Mrs green called after her as she headed for the Long branch." you be carefull my dear theres a heap of outaws in town too, one of em's Ringo. You know what a low down scondrel he is. Pity his poor wife putting up with his evil ways. some say he'll chase anything wearing a skirt"

she felt a little excited about thinking about all that and passed the smelling salts under her own nose. She decided to lay down a bit and get herself together before going back to her cooking.
God it was awfull hot in the kitchen today.

 

[BigDawg69]

Chester rolled over belly laughing along with Lily. She rolled onto her side, laying her pretty head on Chester's chest and running her soft hands over his broad chest. She cooed as he let his long fingers gently brush through her long hair.

"We'll have to do this when we have more time, sugar." Lily sighed as she started to sit up.

Chester just lay there eyes watching Lily's perfectly rounded backside as she stood and walked to the mirror. His pants still crumpled around his knees and boots hanging off the edge of her white linened bed.

"Chester, there was a shootin' this morning. Remember?" Lily stated brushing her hair in the mirror. "And if I think I saw correctly it was someone you know." She turned and winked at him.

Chester sat-up in bed. "Posse" was the single word he muttered as the stood or rather attempted to stand. His feet tangled in his pants and the bed covers tossed his large frame forward as he tried to pull his pants up.

Chester pitched forward, he managed to get his pants up to abuot mid thigh before throwing his arms forward to break his fall. His left hand grabbed the leaning bed post and swung his body around. His right hand reached out and grabbed the lace doily atop her dresser and pulled it, the oil lamp and a couple bottles of perfume down on top of him as he careened to the floor in a loud thump.

Lily turned on her small stool and looked down at Chester as he fought with the lace, his pants and the perfume now seeping all over him. She could not help but to giggle. Chester slowed a bit and managed to stand up and get his pants up.

Lily moved over to Chester and put his shirt over his shoulders. She drew a slender finger across his bare chest as she stepped around him and pulled a sponge from her bath. She seductively sponged the perfume from his chest as she eyed him.

"You'll be the sweetest smellin' law man in the west." She whispered in his ear. "No go get your bandit."

She smacked him on his ass as he walked to the door buttoning his shirt. She followed him out on the landing and watched as he descended the stairs. She turned back into the room and saw his guns hanging from the bedpost. Lily grabbed the guns and moved quickly back to the landing.

"Chester!" She called out to him. "That perfume is strong, but not enough to bring down a ruthless shooter!"

Chester turned and caught his gun belt as she slung it down to him. He waved back to her and winked as he walked around the corner and out toward the street.

 

[White Queen]

Caroline

Kitty whispers to me about Thelma, the girl responsible of the shooting will rpobably come by later... Caroline immediately goes around the room, alerting other girls to keep their eyes opened for the beautiful outlaw... Caroline had only seen her once... this Thelma, but that was enough never forget about her, how often you saw such a gorgeous outlaw woman...

After talking to all the girls, Caroline goes back to the bar and sits down.. thats when she hears an all too familiar voice behind her...

" Whats wrong Miss Carrie? Doc run off n let you ? ", It was Ringo, she had meet him... before he got married, back in the days her father was still alive, before he got shot. Ringo gives her a quick hard kiss, grins at her and takes a seat beside her.

He orders a drink for both of them, "Heres to ol' times, Carrie remember the ol' swimmin' hole. He winked and gave her another smootch "thats for ol' times too honey"

Caroline smiles at him... "Of course I remember it Ringo, seems like long time ago... ", Caroline takes a sip of her drink , " So what are you doing again in Dodge? come to take care of your wife? ", Caroline laughs and takes another drink...

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

"Come to see you dance Miss Carrie, you're about the best this side of St Louis, at least as far as I'm concerned. Ringo took another swallow from the bottle feeling rather proud, sitting next to this honey haired, green eyed, young beauty. He had all but forgotten about Lily who seemed to be avoiding him anyway.

He slouched back comfortable with the Marshal gone and his deputy too. Then he remembered he hadn't seen Chester head for the train with the others in fact the last time he'd seen him he was heading for the long branch.

" Wheres Chester?" he said more loudly than he expected even himself to say.

The piano players hands were suspended in mid air as a hush went over the crowd. it seemed like everyone knew but no one was saying.

He took another swig "Ne'r mind, I just came to see Miss caroline dance" He winked at her and pinched her bottom. Now go on girl, show us your stuff."

 

[Dillon]

Occasoinally being of two minds Doc decided to hell with the preacher, especially as the rumble of the train could be heard as it approached Dodge. He had heard the new schoolmarm was out of Boston and this excited him. It had been some time since he had allowed his mind to recall the scenes of Boston, and sure as hell nobody around here had ever been there. Playing chess with Matt was about the most eriudite activity enjoyed and another educated mind in Dodge intruiged Doc also. Still on his mind though was Caroline, her beautiful figure and intoxicating perfume.

Maybe I'll just stop real quick into the Long branch to keep Caroline's interest fresh, and a quick sip of some whisky...yes just a quick stop...and then to welcome our new schoolmarm!

 

[casper3110]

"So how about you any men in your life?"

Such a loaded question. What would he say if I told him about my husband? Not that he's been around much. And a girl has needs!

Just then a loud THUD! was heard upstairs. Then the sound of laughter. Well, I guess "sugar" showed up after all. Lily is a lucky woman. I'll Just have to get the details from her later. Maybe I'll have some details of my own to share...

"So what's the answer to my question? What about any men in your life??"

"My husband owns this store. He's away on business. The last time I saw him round 6 months ago."

"6 months, that's an awful long time for a beautiful young woman to be alone."

I knew where this conversation was headed. I wanted it so much. But, I couldn't just close up the store. It was the middle of the afternoon. What would the rest of the town think?

"6 months is a very long time. But I am a married woman. Best I can offer you is a homecooked meal. From the looks of it, you could use one. Why don't you come back here around 7. Use the back stairs. I'll have something hot waiting for you when you get here."

"A homecooked meal would be mighty nice, ma'am" He said with a wink.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work." I bowed my head so that he couldn't see the blush making it's way to my cheeks. This was all so new to me. I only hope I was making the right decision. But the way my heart was pounding, it couldn't be wrong.

Now if only I could talk to Lily before she left for the Saloon...