Gunsmoke!

[White Queen]

Caroline

Caroline giggles as she suddenly feels Ringo´s finger running across the exposed flesh of her breasts. That of course was of no liking to Lily which after giving Ringo a drop dead stare headed to the back of the saloon. Caroline turns back to Ringo.

" You know you should have not done that... she is your wife after all, you should be taking care of her instead of flirting around with every girl that crosses your way... ".

Caroline stands up and follows Lily... She stands next to her, turns to the bar and notices Ringo is still seated... a little surprised maybe by Carolines reaction...

" Im sorry about that Lily... I know it bothered you... maybe you two should talk things over... after all hes back in town, god knows only why ".

 

[Dillon]

Doc reckoned that this might have been THE day in Dodge he might never be able to accurately re-tell without persons believing him. As the sun dropped low into the horizon and the rich colors of sunset began to emerge his mind began to wander from Ringo to the barber to Miss Kitty...on and on...

Alright alright... a man can only be in only so many places, where to go??

Somehow his boots had landed him at the stable and his hand held within it a cube of sugar. Strange how the boots had found their way here, but an evening ride seemed an attractive one and the stars burned bright.

I'm coming to fetch ya Dillon, it's going to be you and me again friend

Doc saddled up and rode out of town hoping for some peace, some quiet time, and to find a friend....though the flames of passion burned, ignited by Caroline, he felt this was his place and time....

 

[ariosto]

For a 'portly man', Dillon was fast as a snake!
He grabbed the bandita by her leather bound ankle and rolled under her!
Down she went!
Out from under in a flash and the Lawman was sitting on the back of her shapely thighs, one hand molded to the round cuve of her bottom and the other holding a derringer against her neck.

"Worms turned...ain't it Thelma?"

She twisted her face around and regarded him from fire flashin' eyes.

"Get offa me you fat buffalo chip! Your breakin' my legs."

Dillon grinned,
My but she did have a way with words.

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily walked to the Faro table and reached down to get the Faro box, counting and shuffling the cards, loading the box without thinking. She ran a straight game, her only income from the Long Branch being a percentage of the house take. She wasn’t one of the girls that sold her body to the cowhands for their pleasure. The only man she had been with since Ringo left was the deputy and that was all too infrequent.

Caroline walked up and stood beside her, " I’m sorry about that Lily... I know it bothered you... maybe you two should talk things over... after all he’s back in town, God knows only why ".

“That’s what worries me Caroline, not knowing why he’s back. He takes off and is gone so long, then shows back up like nothing happened and he can just pick up where he left off. I don’t know what he’s been up to these past months, but you can bet it was no good and I don’t want to get involved in his shady dealin’s. With all that’s happened in town today I have to wonder if it was just bad timing that he rode in today or if he had something to do with the robbery and shootings.”

She looks over at Ringo still sitting at the bar watching them, and feels the flutter of memories sweep across her. “I didn’t mean to burden you with my feelings Caroline, you have enough on your plate.”

She looks around the saloon and sees Jason standing at the opposite end of the bar from Ringo, “We need to keep an eye on that one too, he’s another that just showed up out of nowhere today.”

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Come on Nell..let's go find your Pa."
The two were an unlikely pair walking down Front street.
The tall, black clad gambler and the preachers daughter.
They made an even more unlikely pair when they stepped up on the porch and brushed by several of 'Pearl's Girl's' to knock at the whore house door.

"Hey handsome, you bringin' us fresh meat?"
A tall striking redhead slipped off the rail she was perching on and gave Nell a squeeze on her derriere.
"Stick with me, I'll break you in real slow honey."

Nell spun around, her face red as a beet.
He laughed and caught her hand as it was about to strike.
"I don't think that would be good for your health Miss Bothwaite.
Melba Urmann, is about as mean as that outlaw sister of hers."

"Buck...why Buck Crabbe! When did they let you out you bad, bad boy."

In the door stood the voluptuous form of Madam Pearl herself, trying to stuff her ample bosom back into her dress and just beyond they could make out the Parson himself hopping on one foot as he tried to pull his long johns back on.

 

[BigDawg69]

Chester watched as Buck pulled Nell away to go and find her father. He swung around to see someone helping a lovely lady slowly to her feet, and off of the wagon in front of the Hotel. Being a cheritable lawman, Chester approached and offered his aid in the manner. He managed to get up next to the woman a slide a strong arm around her waist, hoisting her into the air.

“Clear out people, this woman needs air!” Chester spoke loudly, clearing the crowd a bit.

“That woman is the new school marm Chester.” Kitty spoke to him while holding the hand of a young girl. “And this here’s her daughter.”

Chester almost dropped the new teacher as his guilty eyes darted around the street. “Whar’s her husband then?”

“My husband is not with us, dear.” Came the soft sweet voice from the lady who delicately balanced in Chester’s firm grasp.

Chester’s head shot around to her and his breath escaped from a gaping mouth. Her voice was soft like the song of a bird, and the words she spoke were like none he’d ever heard.

“If you would be so kind as to release me, I believe I am able to stand on my own now. Thank you.” She said as she looked almost frightened up at the strong deputy.

Chester eased her onto her feet and presented a only slightly grubby hand to her. “Name’s Chester, ma’am. I’m the deputy here in Dodge City.” He said proudly to her and smiled.

She shook his hand delicately, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Chester. I am Susan Shirley, I will be the new school teacher for Dodge City.” She smiled up at him.

Chester stood as tall as he could manage. His eyes caught a glance from Kitty. She shot him a look that pierced his pride and dropped his shoulders. “Aint the Marshall out dealin’ with your problem by hisself right now?” She spurted at him.

“I reckon he can handle hisself just fine.” Chester said and then paused for a moment. “’Sides Doc just rode out that way.” He motioned to the dust cloud left by Doc’s old mare. “Reckon it’s mah duty to see to it this fine lady and her girl get all settled here in Dodge.” He winked over at Susan.

 

[Morwen]

Thelma

ooc: hey, don't make me chica talk

"Aw hell how I done be so stupid," she said. "I should've shot you dead." She spat the dirt off her lips, giving him the evil eye. "Well go on then, if you's going to shoot me, shoot me already. I reckon I don't care no more, ain't no use. Or take me back to your hoosegaw and hang me, ain't make no difference nohow."

As she was talking she kept her eyes on him, looking as pitiful and just about as sorry as she could, while her one free hand, that being the right one, which wasn't pinned under her body, snaked out through the dirt and quietly felt around for one of her guns that fell in the dirt.

 

[Dillon]

The heat and humidity of the day had given way to a clear starry evening, and Doc's mind was clearing also. He already felt regret at leaving the scene at the train station and did not look forward to seeing Miss Kitty even though he was out to assist her man. And then he heard it, the muffled sound of voices...had to be Matt...and perhaps the woman with the forty-fours...

Damn the moonlight....what the hell am I saying I love the moonlight....oh hell....

Doc dismounted his mare and grabbed the shotgun, a present from Matt, and started creeping up to the sounds. Just at the top of the ridge he saw them, Matt on top of her and her spitting out some nonsense.



Where the sam hell is Chester and why the hell am I out here instead of back at the Long Branch...guess it's time to fire this honey for the first time...

BOOM!!!!

Even from the distance Doc could feel the intensity of the look between Matt and the woman, and he could also see her feeling around in the dirt for something.

BOOM!!

"Woman I would remind you that though I hold a shotgun and am half blind. I would squeeze this trigger in your general direction because I have seen the Marshall escape from worse!!"



This is what sober is like?? There's no way this is gonna work.

Now standing and hoping he presented an intimidating figure (he knew otherwise but, hey, why not?) he gripped the wood and steel also hoping he wouldn't need to fire another shot. Matt's homemade shells provided a kick that Doc was sure had left a mark....

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

As he watched Lily head for the Faro tables and saw Caroline follow her Ringo cursed himself. He surely hadn't played his cards right this time Maybe it was time to get out of Dodge. He'd come here for several reasons one of them being Lily, another to watch Caroline dance and the third he had run out of money and Thelma had promised to share some of her loot from the bank job as soon as things cooled down a bit. When he seen Doc head out after the marshal he hadn't worried much. That old drunk, couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, if'n he were inside it. But now he was getting a mite nervous it was after sundown and anything might happen out there. He reached for his bottle and finding it empty and nothing on the bar left of his last twenty dollar gold piece , he shrugged his shoulders.

"Might as well do it now". Hitching up his pants and putting on his holey hat he headed out the door.

Once in the saddle he was feeling a mite better, glad to be moving again. He headed for the old abandoned shack where he was supposed Thelma might be cooling her heals.He thought about the creek near by and thought he might take a swim as he had missed his bath this afternoon.

Booom! Booom! He heard the shotgun blasts ahead of him just over the rise.

"That damn fool Doc he muttered he might just accidently hurt some one with his foolishness."

He spurred his horse to a gallop as he approached the shack.

 

[soliloquy]

Nell was astonished to see her father in such a state and turned quickly away from him. The only problem with this solution is that it ran her right into Buck's broad chest. She gasped and his hands wrapped around her to pull her closer.

She lingered a moment too long, and then pushed away from him, her face flushing with both anger and embarrassment.

"You let go of me, Buck Crabb. I won't have you handlin' me like some two bit whore!"

That was a mistake. Both Ms. Urmann and Madame Pearl looked ready to unleash on her.

Nell was never one to take back even the most inflamatory of remarks. She began to stomp away, hearing her father call after her.

"Nell, honey, this isn't..."

"What it looks like?" Nell spun like a twister and stamped her feet like a jolt of thunder. "I think it looks like my pa is at a whorehouse tarnishin' our family name, and his position!"

Buck had crept closer to her, as if to comfort her. SHe flinched, though he had not lain a hand on her.

She felt like weeping, wailing. But she only brimmed with fury.

"Pa, how could you?!"

 

[ariosto]

"Oh Hell NO! Doc...put that scatter gun away! You'll kill us all!"
Dillon staggered to his feet and looked up at the medical man silouetted like a palsied rooster against the setting sun.

"Just come on down here and give me a hand with this little baggage...I...
YEEEOW!"

Thelma had sunk her teeth into his ankle and Matt went down. By the time Adams got there, neither the marshal nor his prisoner could be made out in the cloud of blinding dust kicked up by their frantic struggle.

With a sigh Doc raised the enormous shotgun to the sky and fired.

BLAAAM!

The dust cleared as both parties skittered away from the lethal discahrge and Doc sat down hard with a somewhat dislocated shoulder.

Dillon looked at the wild eyed vixen crouched and ready to pounce. He wiped the sweat from his forehead...

"Fuck it Thelma...just give em back half and we'll split the rest."

"Three ways!"
Put in Doc Adams who'd uncorcked a bottle of rye.
"Let's drink to it."

 

[Morwen]

Thelma

Thelma stood staring at the two gun-toting, possibly drunken men, and slowly it penetrated her slightly thick skull that this was just about the best offer she was going to get. No noose, no hoosegow, just handing over a little bit of drinking money to this pair of scoundrels. She plopped down in the dirt next to the Doc, tacitly accepting the shakedown, and waiting for him to pass the rye.

"Half? Shee-it," she drawled, emptying out her apron. A couple gold coins and the balance in silver skittered into the dust, catching the evening's last rays. "I done only got like twenty dollars, see? That ain't 'nuff for a funeral." She played with the chin strap on her stolen bonnet, batting her eyes at them. "How's about I give you boys five dollars each, 'en you look the other way after 'en we rides into town?" she purred.

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Blammm! another blast from Docs shotgun caused Ringos horse to stop short causing him to be thrown clear of his saddle and landing in a heap between the three figures already there. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight in the dim evening light.

"Thelma what in tarnation did you do to your hair an wher'ed you git that dress, why its two sizes to small fer you, not that I mind of course sure shows of your fine titties."

" Doc, youre drunker that a polecat I believe, here give me a swig of that rye.

" Matt is this anyway to treat a lady where's yer manners. All we need now to complete this damn charade is Chester by god."

"Keep yer money Thelma" he adds trying to be nanchalant, knowing she's probably hid most of her loot any how.

"Doc, ya always got a deck of cards How 'bout we cut fer it? High card takes all."

 

[ariosto]

Dillon looked askance at the ragged five dollar bills Thelma pulled from her amply filled shirt. Beads of perspiration ran down the swelling curves of tanned flesh that the Marshal had a hard time tearing his eyes from.
"I b'leive you can do better than that! More than a hundred dollars in double eagles was took an that five ain't gonna do it!"
He paused.
"Unless..."

Thelma cocked an eyebrow and shifted a little closer.
"Unless what Marshal?"

Dillon looked at Adams and winked.
"Unless we take our share out of your pretty hide.
Who knows...you might like it.
Ain't that right Doc?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Ain't it a shame,"
Buck said as he guided her off Miss Pearl's porch and away from the hootin', cat callin, 'scarlet women ensconced on it.
"Ain't it a shame, that a man of the cloth, that's probably sat on your natural impulses all your life, turns out to have a barrel full of sins himself."

"Don't you talk about my Pa like that Buck Crabbe!"
She turned on him, her pert young bosom scarce inches away from his hard manly chest.

"What did you mean...about 'natural impulses'?"

He grinned and took her arm.
"Come on Gal, forget all that stuff the Parson drummed into your pretty little head. I got some fine Big City whiskey in my room.
Let's have some fun!"

 

[Morwen]

Thelma

"Ringo!" Thelma sang out, happy to see a friendly outlaw face in the midst of this here hanging posse. She went over to him, wrapped an arm around his neck, draped herself behind him, whispering in his ear. Sweet nothings and the like.

She laughed when he made the crack about her dress, and played with his ear a little, pushing his outlaw hat out of the way. He liked that quite a bit, so she kept on playing with him, one hand playing down around his belt, toying with him, fiddling around down there, loosening the gunbelt, and unbuttoning the holsters. Pearl-handled revolvers glittered in the sun.

And then the marshall went and said something about a hundred dollars and taking it out of her hide. Hinted at some deviant crime of his own he was thinking about. "What's that boss?" she said to the lawman, whipping one of Ringo's six-shooters out of the unbuttoned holster and pointing it right at the Marshall. Cocking back the firing pin. "You say y'all is happy with your bribe? Yeah, that's what ah thought you said. Now you pick up your two bits and shet up."

She had an arm around Ringo's neck and his body in front of her, if the Sheriff or the Doc was going to make a sudden move, it wasn't her that was going die first.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...crossposted!


Dillon helped Doc to his feet and stood staring at the two grinning outlaws for a full minute.

"Fuck it...You two deserve each other. Just don't discharge your firearms inside the city limits or you'll hang for it.
Come on Doc, let's go."

It took a few minutes to round up the horses since they'd all hightailed off at the shotguns first discharge.
Matt had found his down in the Arroyo, nibbling the sparse grass.
"Come on Sweet Beaver let's go home."

As he turned the corner of the old sod house an arrow gouged a hunk of meat out of his left shoulder.
*Dammit! This just ain't my day*

"Injuns Matt...everwhere!"
Doc's voice was drowned out by the crescendo of gunfire from the now beleagured palefaces inside the ruined squatters cabin.

"Get in here Marshal!"
It was Thelma's voice.
"Them's 'Bull Who Lasts Forever', rapin and murderin' Comanchero's!"

 

[soliloquy]

Nell was being nearly dragged through the dusty streets by Buck. She should have said no, pulled away. She thought about it. But there was a certain amount of spite in Nell, and she knew her father wouldn't approve of her drinking whiskey, let alone all alone in a room with a man.

Nell stumbled along behind him and before she knew it they were crossing the threshhold of his room.

It was musty and dissheveled. Just like she would have envisioned it, if she had.

She blushed at the sight of the rumpled bed, and chose to ignore it for a while.

He poured the whiskey as he chattered on. The man shore could talk.

She sipped her whiskey, cringing at the taste. Deciding better of the sipping, she gulped it down, and he refilled it.

It was burning her lungs. Her head was feeling light and fuzzy.

She heard herself giggling.

What in the world was she doing?

 

[Dillon]

I do swear the Marshall is as hopped up on ardenaline as I almost was a little touch of the rye...and now indians....this is the last time I come out to save his hide...

Arrows flying Doc just sat down with the reins of his horse in his hand.

There is no way we're getting out of this and I just happen to hold the bottle....damnit!!

Precious juice lost to the earth, the bottle was empty. Thelma was calling for Matt and all hell was breaking loose.

This is some pretty poetry here...some very pretty poetry

Doc stood up and jumped into the saddle, but didn't spur the mare. Sitting there in the saddle he hoped maybe the horse would carry him back to Dodge in shape enough to perform surgery on himself.

I'll just stick around long as I can, maybe see what happens...

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Ringo felt Thelma behind him her fingers playing with his ear like he liked, her hard nipples rubbing agains his back. She always got hot when there was danger in the air and as her hand moved towards his waist he moaned ifn't you're looking for a gun honey grab the one in the middle thats the best one. He moved to give her better access to his hardening cock.

Oh shit that wasn't what she was after, he should'a known better.

Dillon and doc knew they'd been had again but before they could light out of there alll hell broke loose.

"Comancheros "

Ccomoncheros hell Ringo snorted as he pulled the saddlebags off docs horse and ducked inside with the others.

He gragbbed a bottle of rye and pulled the cork with his teeth. Comoncheros indeed, he started laughing, just as Bull Who Last Forever burst through the door.

"You got fire water, I got squaws It's party time."

Behind the chief stood three of the finest looking indian maids Ringo had ever seen, their faces gleaming in anticpation.

"How? my paleface brothers, how you like my squaws? He motioned for them to step forward into the lantern light. First ones, Morning Star Last ones Evening Star and middle ones,In Between. He laughed. Now it's time to drink whiskey and smoke peace pipe. and maybe get laid, Ok

Sorry about the arrows guys sometimes Chief gets carried away thinking it's old times again.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Buck's room was as stuffy and hot as a cheap boarding house room could be on a late summer afternoon in Dodge City.
The open window was more like a door to a blast furnace than a portal for cool breezes.
Nell was hot as a firecracker after she'd tossed back the whisky but it was from a lot more than the oven like temperatures.

"There! That'll show Pa...I can sin too by gosh!"
She slammed the empty glass down on the old chipped table and stared wide eyed at Buck.

"What are you doing!"

The gambler tossed his shirt on the bed and sat down to pull off his boots. She'd never seen a grown man's chest before, other than her pa's old bony one. Buck's was so broad...so...

"Gettin' comfortable Nell. Sun'll be down in an hour or so but in the meantime, no use sufferin'."
He looked at her and grinned.
"Damn shame a gal can't be like a man...about gettin' comfortable an all, aint it?"

He picked up the bottle.
"Here have anoither drink."

 

[StarXChyld]

Susan Shirley

She awoke just as the wagon pulled in front of Miss Kitty’s. Jessica was clapping her hands and already scampering down to the dusty street below. "Mother woke up! Mother woke up!"

Susan sat up and looked around, slowly rising to her feet with the assistance of some kind stranger. "I’m fine. I’m fine. Thank you very much."

Before she could get her bearings, she felt someone whisking her off her feet and twirling her around in the street of Dodge City. A little startled and a trifle perturbed at being handled without permission, she stared up at the perpetrator as he cleared the crowd that had gathered around the wagon.

"Clear out people, this woman needs air!" Chester spoke loudly, clearing the crowd a bit. He was right about that! The overpowering scent of cheap perfume was wafting up her wrinkled nose, making her stomach queasy.

"That woman is the new school marm Chester." A well-dressed woman with obvious authority announced as she held unto Jessica’s hand. "And this here’s her daughter."

She felt him stumbled slightly and she clutched tightly at his shirt with her tiny fists, hoping he wouldn’t drop her in the dust. As he spun her around in a complete circle, he called back at the woman, "Whar’s her husband then?"

Trying not to cringe at his horrible use of grammar, Susan spoke softly, "My husband is not with us, dear." She smiled up at him with sparkling gray-blue eyes as he finally made eye contact with her. "If you would be so kind as to release me, I believe I am able to stand on my own now. Thank you."

The man set her gently on her feet and smiled proudly, extending his hand. "Name’s Chester, ma’am. I’m the deputy here in Dodge City."

Suddenly, Susan was sure that the awful scent was coming from him and she stepped back slightly, trying to get a breath of fresh air. She shook his hand as graciously as she could, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Chester. I am Susan Shirley, I will be the new school teacher for Dodge City."

The well-dressed lady in front of the hotel cleared her throat and yelled out at Chester, "Aint the Marshall out dealin’ with your problem by hisself right now?" Susan could see the obvious affection this woman had for the deputy even though she was trying to reprimand him.

"I reckon he can handle hisself just fine." Chester retorted and then paused for a moment. "’Sides Doc just rode out that way." He motioned to the dust cloud left by Doc’s old mare. "Reckon it’s mah duty to see to it this fine lady and her girl get all settled here in Dodge." He winked over at Susan.

Her brows knitted together as Chester winked at her. She knew the meaning of that wink only too well. How many men in Boston had thought a lonely widow would be an easy mark? More than she cared to count! She had no intention of becoming easy pickings for any man interested in a little romp in the hay. She was a lady and she was looking for a husband, until then she was quite capable of taking care of herself. She stepped back as Chester reached for her arm, "Please. I am to see Marshall Dillon. I was told he would be the one to help Jessica and me settle in. Could you please direct me to him?"

Susan couldn’t help but notice the smirk on the woman’s face behind Chester. It only helped to validate her fears about Chester and she nodded a silent "thank you" to the well-dressed lady as she reached for Jessica's hand. Somehow, she knew in that instant that they were going to become very good friends.


Edited for grammar. . .Sorry! hehehe

 

[Dillon]

Well my my if that wasn't a quick indian attack, looks like a ruse to me...if it is Matt is going to be pissed.

Doc was still just sitting in his saddle, flat sober now, and wondering what in the hell had just happened. Slowly he made out the landscape in the light of a quarter moon and saw the Marshall at his horse, loading up anything he could. Doc headed slowly in his direction, more wary of Matt than of the indians or Thelma or Ringo.

"Matt I'm thinking this play might better be continued another day." He whispered.

Matt didn't flinch, he most likey had Doc spotted before Doc knew where he was himself. Doc knew Matt was ticked, so he continued, "Pawn takes knight, let's get back to town."

Matt looked up at Doc with eyes Doc had never seen before.


He's got something for Thelma, and he's gonna go get her...oh shit.

"Alright, then tell me what you want to do because otherwise I'm getting back to Dodge."

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

The Big chief was in his glory with a bottle of Rye in one hand his pipe in the other IN Between is in the middle of course impaled on his large cock. Smoke was curling around his head. The marshal in order to remain politcally correct wasn't inhaling and Doc was trying to decide if getting a little head would be ok for a man of his stature as it wasn't greally sex now was it. Ringo equally excited reached ebehind him discovering that Thelma had forgotten to include bloomers in her disguise and promptly began to insert his fingers in her honeypot. To his dismay she slapped him soundly

"you know I don't play that game Ringo I got other persuasions In fact I've gotten a little tired of this male chalvenistic attitude and i'm geting out of Dodge fast."

"aw honey ,Ringo crooned I was just havin' a little fun, His eyes brightened "If'n I help you get out of here maybe you can share some of that loot with me? Thelma patted his cheek in the dark "Sure enough I always had a sweet spot in my heart for you even though you're a man .

They snuck out quietly. no one seemed to even miss them and after they split the loot, Ringo pulled his holey hat from his head and handed it to Thelma Keep this for a suvenour Thelma. some mighty fine shootin 'you did back in Dodge.

"Owweeee" Thelma shouted as she rode off into the west throwing that silly bonnet in the air and doning Ringos hat. Ringo stuffed his loot in his saddlebags and headed back to town, Maybe he'd get there in time for Carolines last dance.

 

[ariosto]

Dillon and Doc got back to town considerably behind Ringo thanks to Adam's traveling mostly on 'shanks mare' so he could paw through the sparse foliage for 'medicinal' herbs.
"Here's some Matt!"
Doc yanked the withered hemp plant from the roadside and stuffed it in his saddlebag.
"Great for an upset stomach."

It was nearly dark when they tied up in front of the LongBranch and entered the saloon.
Everyone in town was there it seemed including an attractive and genteel woman with a little girl sitting at a table by the door and drinking sasparilla.

"Matt! Your back!"
Kitty was grinning ear to ear.
"Ringo's been telling us about your 'adventure.'

Ringo raised his glass to the lawman from the bar and smiled.
"Welcome back Marshal, you run into any more wild injuns?"

The glowering lawman felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to face the Lady at the table.
"You must be Marshal Dillon.
I've been waiting for you. I'm the new school teacher and I need a place to stay."