Gunsmoke!

[White Queen]

Caroline

Caroline raises from bed... she had made up her mind the night before, she had enough money now to leave this town, look for a better opportunity and a better life. She rises early and walks down the stairs of the saloon.. the place was empty, she walks out the front door... never to return again to Dodge City...

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, first it was work, then I got a little sick, anyway hope everyone has fun. Bye!

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Darn tootin' it's cold in fact it's colder than a well diggers ass in January.... cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey and even colder than a catholic cowgirl on good friday, my friend.

Ringo got up, put his wet clothes back on stuck out his hand and gave the indian a map with the directions to Thelmas hidden loot. adding look back on page two or three of this thread for details. You're welcome to it. give it back to the towns people if you like, it was theirs to begin with . He mounted his horse and headed west in search of new adventure.


OO: was havin' lots of fun didn't want to leave but then cowpies happen. right

 

[ariosto]

OOC....Gunsmoke has lost a few hombre's and Gals but don't dispair!
Carry on buckaroos...
The Marshal's gone but not forgot and far as I know Buck Crabbe's still around...right Soli?

 

[soliloquy]

Nell gasped at the suggestion!

"Buck Crabbe! I ain't that kinda gal!"

He snickered and brought her head forward, just a whisper away from the slick head of his cock. Nell couldn't resist temptation, especially when temptation smelled so durned good! Her tongue darted out and tasted the salty sweet drop at the tip of his massive erection.

"Mmmm" she let the moan escape her lips. He pushed on her head some more as he growled.

Gasping, she opened her mouth, and the tip of his rod slid between her lips and teeth into her mouth. Tentatively, she sucked on it. His moan echoed in the small room, and Nell took that to mean that he liked it.

She began to suck harder, her tongue lapping between sucks. She might be goin' to hell for this, but she shore was enjoyin' it!

 

[Dillon]

Doc walked past the stables noticing his horse alone and agitated in her paddock.

Where's Matt's horse??

He headed to the Marshal's office for the usual two or three moves in their chess match. Maybe just one or two moves, got to have some hot food for Miss Shirley and her girl. He cracked the door to Matt's office not expecting him to be there. Matt had been shacking up with Miss Kitty lately and had begun keeping later hours...at night and then in the morning. He walked into the office and saw it shining in the morning sun, Matt's badge. There was a note to Chester but Doc didn't have to read a word to know what it said. He looked around at the space once so familiar, as he looked at it like he viewed the dead. The shell of his friend's office now void of life and strangely still.

Well hell Matt...you gotta go you gotta go...

Doc smiled inwardly at himself as he sat in "the" chair and reached, as Matt had so often before, for the secret bottle they had bootlegged off a train shipment, and poured himself and his now invisible friend a small glass of the creature. Single malt creature, and aged nicely. The warmth from the drink reminded him of the previous evenings' heat, and Miss Shirley.

Gonna be an interesting day for sure. Chester a marshall....yipes, and that's just the start.

Breakfast!! Doc carefully wrapped the bottle, put it back to rest and headed back out into a Dodge without Matt Dillon. It was a quiet morning with a tempest brewing.

Could be that this day tops it all...I wonder...

 

[StarXChyld]

The longer she stood in the dark and dusty room, the more her blood boiled. THIS was to be her schoolhouse?! She was shocked and sickened by the overwhelming stench of urine.

What had they done? Raised pigs in here?! Oh no, this will not do at all! The Marshal. I must see the Marshal immediately!

Susan swept Jess’s hand into her own and almost dragged the poor child back down Front Street, dropping her in front of Doc’s office. Patting her head tenderly, she instructed the child to stay put until her return. No sense having her daughter witness the havoc she was about to bestow on the Marshall’s head.

She waved sweetly at Jess and turned on her heel to head for Dillon’s office, her blue eyes blazing with intense fury. It was still fairly early and the streets were empty for the most part. Her heels clicked angrily over the old wooden stairs leading up to the Marshal’s office, echoing down the block.

She reached for the door handle and lunged forward slightly as the handle shrank away from her. Doc caught her in his stunned arms, smiling warmly down at her. "Good morning, Miss Shirley! Didn’t expect you to be up and about this early in the morn. . ."

Susan was in no mood for small talk, not even with the man she had laid so sweetly with the night before. Her tiny hands were clenched in fits of rage, and she struggled to make her way past Doc’s bulky form. "Where IS he?," she snarled under her sweet breath.

"Whooooooa, there now, Nelly. Who you goin’ gunnin’ after?" He chuckled softly as his beefy hands easily encircled her delicate wrists.

"Let go!" She glared up at him, her chin jutting upwards in defiance, her pink lips drawn in a tight pouting bow. "Where’s Marshal Dillon?!"

Doc studied her face carefully, not sure whether it was wise to laugh at the fragile spitfire before him. Still holding tight to her wrist, his gray eyes scanned the street for eavesdroppers and gently pulled her into Marshal’s office, shutting the door behind them.

"Marshal Dillon’s gone off, Miss Susan. I’m afraid he won’t be returning anytime soon. You’re going to have to take up your problem with Chest. . .er, I mean, Dup. . .I mean Marshal Proudfoot." Doc shook his own head in disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Chester would be running Dodge City.

Wrestling her wrist away from Doc and plopping herself unceremoniously in the first available chair, she crossed her arms over the lovely chest that Doc had so recently examined and turned her nose to the ceiling. "Then. . . I shall wait!"

Doc knew only too well about the wrath of a woman, scorned or otherwise. He was also well aware of the depths of passion Miss Shirley was capable of. He reached for the door, "I’ll go see if I can’t wrangle him up. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable . . .? And Miss Shirley?" His eyes locked with hers in a brief moment of acknowledgement, "Breathe. For God’s sake, breathe woman! I don’t want you faintin’ away again."

The embers of anger cooled just enough in her eyes to let Doc know he’d gotten through. Her whole face brightened in that moment as they both remembered their night together. She nodded obediently before locking her arms tighter over her chest and tapping her toe on the floor.

Doc shook his head in amusement and headed out the door in search of Chester. Yup, this was going to be quite a day.

 

[Dillon]

Well THAT was interesting. Guess she kind of likes you...well alrighty then.

Doc headed out in search for Chester and the search was going to begin at the Long Branch. He thought he saw the figure of the tantalizing Caroline laden with her belongings heading towards the train station.

Naaaaahhhh...no way. Couldn't be her.

As he paused for this moment in time another thought flew threw his mind.

Going to the Long Branch is just gonna start a bunch of nonsense and rumors. Best way to get Dodge out is with the bang of a gun. Chester my man you are coming to me and we are getting this all out proper...just have to break the law a little to do it...

Swinging open the doors to the Long Branch he made a beeline for Justice Judy, the shotgun underneath the counter. Unfortunately Doc had never tried this manuever (Miss Kitty had it down to a science) and pulled off a round in the process. Blowing a hole in the corner of the bar and the window facing the street.

Well that's gonna cost me, but I'll bet the good ladies and gents of the Long Branch are getting up.

Shotgun in hand he headed out to street and let another two rounds off.

Well this is one way to start a town meeting

 

[Turk-Rakker]

*Lil'Ol' Gal's got a flair for this, shore enough.*

Buck thought as he watched her pretty head bobbing up and down the straining length of his pistola. Her tiny mouth could barely get around the hefty girth, but her tongue knew what to do on the inside and it was damned amazing just how much of his ramrod she was sucking down her throat.

"Your doin' fine...don't stop..."
Buck managed to flip off his jeans as the parson's daughter attended to his carnal needs, which was a good trick considerin' he still had on his snakeskin boots.
But she did stop and looked at him with wide questioning eyes, her strawberry lips moist, her face flushed.
"Buck," she said,
"If I keep doin' this will you ahhh...."
She blushed crimson.
"Will I, ummmm...get with child?"

BUck looked at her a minute then roared with laughter and pushed her back on the bed. Before she could stammer a proteset he was straddling her slender body and popping the buttons off her sunflower yellow dress...
"Darlin, " He said,
"You don't have a thing to worry about. Didn't you know the moons got to be full for a gal to get pregnant."

She didn't know that but she did know that it felt mighty good when Buck pulled down her chemise and leaned forward to begin sucking her pert young breasts.

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily heard the sound of a shotgun being fired below her window and groaned, it was just too early for this! She pulled the sheet back over her head and hoped for a few more minutes of peace before she had to get out of bed. Yesterday had been one very long day and she just didn't feel like starting this one in the same manner. Well...no, come to think of it she had a very good morning yesterday and a good night as well.
She smiled to herself remembering her morning with her 'sugar'. His long body pressed against hers, his soft lips at her breast, his hard.......she reached between her legs and began to pleasure herself, lost in her thoughts.

 

[Nightbird]

Turtle

Turtle takes the paper from Ringo and rides his horse to the General Store.
When he gets to the store he looks in the window to see if anyone is there...


Nightbird

 

[Dillon]

Okay so maybe I am the only one in this town who still hears gunfire...

Doc shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself inwardly. Looking at the busted window at Miss Kitty's he sighed.

Talking to himself, "One night with a pretty lady and next thing you know you're off raising hellfire."

He threw Judy over his shoulder and continued the search for Chester...and maybe some breakfast along the way...