Setting Old West (a year later)

[poohlive]

Ooc: Well, if we get to fill in the detail's then we sure as hell better make it interesting...



Dan cursed as he saw the man at the bar draw his gun. He went for the revolver, but it was almost as if he was moving in slow motion. The bullet came out of the man's gun, then his bullet came out, just barely after it.
Both men went down.
Dan ran over to the marshal. He was dead. That was Dan'd first imporession. He looked at his chest, no still breathing but barely. The bullet had gotten him in the leg, he could see the blood spilling to the floor. He would have to get that out as soon as possible.
A woman screamed
Dan turned around, his gun in hand. The outlaw, bleeding profusely from his shoulder, stared back at him in fear and defiance. He had Virginia under one arm, his gun pointed at her head. Dan almost dropped the gun when he saw it. His toes went numb.
"All right, everybody just stay calm and no one gets hurt. I'm leaving out this front door, and I'm taking this knocked up bitch with me (his words not mine...). Put down the gun..."
Dan held it up, aiming at the man's head. He knew he was a perfect shot, and he knew that the longer he waited the less likely it was that Virginia and her baby would make it out alive. Still, that look on the man's face meant business.
He shook his head. What arrogant asshole would actually kidnap a pregnant woman just to escape. A desperate one, thats who.
Slowly, he put the gun down on the floor. His eyes never left the two. The outlaw nodded, smiling as he saw the gun leave Dan's hand.
"That's good. Now, step away. We don't want you to go being a hero or anything, do we?"
He stepped back, raising his hands, "Just don't hurt the girl."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," he snapped back, walking over to the front door. Dan felt helpless, he had to do something, but he didn't know what. Dan breathed in deeply, feeling the hatred rise up inside him.
The outlaw was at the door, "The next person that steps out this door gets a bullet in the chest. Just stay put, and everything will go smoothly."

Ooc: obviously I left it open so Sam could save the day and the girl (whatever)

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Sam

As I stepped out of our room onto the corridor, I withdrew the pistol and box of bullets I'd tucked inside my waistcoat. I was thankful that Sheila had distracted Virginia enough that she hadn't seen me take the gun from one of our bags. She didn't need to be worrying about me in her condition.

Striding down the landing, I started loading the pistol. By the time the second round slid into its chamber I'd reached the top of the stairs down to the barroom. I started down the stairs before pausing, glancing down the hall to the door that lead to the back stairs. Old well honed instincts kicked in - if there was trouble downstairs, my unexpected arrival from the front of the saloon might give us a necessary advantage.

I continued loading as I headed down the hall and descended the back stairs, my pace slowed so as to be able to concentrate on readying the weapon. It seemed to take an agonisingly long time to reach the bottom of the stairs and unlock the back door. Looking around warily for signs of trouble I stepped out, slotting the sixth and final round home and snapping the weapon shut.

As I started down the alley towards the main street, a shot suddenly rang out, seemingly from inside the saloon. I cocked the hammer of my pistol and hurried forward, only to find my path blocked by two panicking townsfolk who came running the opposite direction. "Out of my way, quick!" I shouted, cursing the delay. They hesitated and so I shoved one of them aside, a well dressed middle-aged man, and stormed past, ignoring the looks of shock and indignation from he and his female companion.

I arrived quickly at the end of the alley, stopping at the corner of the saloon and cautiously peering around the corner. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as I started moving towards the entrance to the bar, another two shots rang out...or was it three? They came so close together that even my trained ear couldn't be sure. I gripped my pistol and crept forward, until I froze at the sound of a heart-wrenchingly familiar scream from inside the bar. No...it couldn't possibly be...she was upstairs...

My heart started pounding fiercely in my chest and sweat poured from my brow as I stood there, unable to move for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear voices from inside, but my reeling mind wouldn't process the words.

Suddenly a rough looking figure appeared at the entrance, partially concealed by the doorway and with his back to the street. "The next person that steps out this door gets a bullet in the chest," he said coldly. "Just stay put, and everything will go smoothly."

I raised my pistol, aiming it at his head and carefully retreating back towards the corner, hugging the wall of the saloon in the hope that he wouldn't see me and panic fire. But as he stepped back out onto the wooden board walk I was the one who nearly panicked as my worst fears were confirmed. He had Virginia, one arm around her throat and a pistol pointed against her head. His attention was focused inside the barroom and he hadn't seen me, yet. But Virginia, struggling in his grasp, suddenly saw me out of the corner of her eye, her fear clearly evident in her gaze.

Suddenly my mind was filled with long buried images, a flashback to a year ago when that bastard Cole almost took Virginia away from me forever. It couldn't be happening again...

I watched as he backed off further until they reached his horse, tied up outside the saloon. He reached back and untied the horse, still keeping the barrel of the gun pointed firmly against Virginia's head. Once his steed was finally freed, he suddenly shoved Virginia roughly to the floor through the saloon entrance and raised his pistol.

"Sweet dreams Marshall..." he sneered as he aimed through the doorway, but before he could fire, my reflexes kicked in and I squeezed the trigger, sending a .45 slug hurtling towards him. The bullet caught him across the front of his throat, the impact sending him spinning to the ground, his unfired weapon sailing several yards into the street. He lay there gurgling as his blood, along with his life, poured from his mouth and neck.

Ignoring his death throes, I rushed frantically to my fallen wife.

 

[intriguess]

ginnie sure does move fast for a pregnant woman....

and that's all i'll say

 

[intriguess]

sheila

How Ginnie made it downstairs before me I'll never know. She must have gone down the backway or something, for what I wish I knew. I wanted to kill the bastard myself but I didn't have a clear shot. Once the bastard was done I first attended to the leg wound. He passed out and a local lady arranged to have him stay at her place. I gave her a few instructions and headed to Ginnie. She was tense and all I could think of was the baby.

I didn't want to try for the stairs because it looked like the tension had done what time would have eventually. Her water was broke and I told Sam to keep her calm. I had Dan get me as many clean towels as possible and a cup of ice chips. He looked at me as if I had one too many wholes in my head but I already had things under control.

She was early, and after the life she'd had I just prayed for no more complications. I managed to keep her focused as she nearly crippled Sam's hand. Muttering something about how he can have the next child. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and kept her going. She was close, I could see the head. I let her now and she almost relaxed knowing it was nearly over.

"The first one is always the longest and hardest." Day was nearly over as sun's last rays bathed the room in erie light. "Just one more good long push," I encouraged and suddenly there he was, mewling, gasing for air. I took a nice soft towel and wiped him off and clamped the umbilical cord off with a neat knot. I asked for a knife and I was sure Sam was going to faint. I cut the umbilical cord and gave the swaddling somewhat quiet baby to his mother.

"Congratulations, you have a son. He's hungry and if you feel up to it I encourage nursing as soon as possible. Make sure he gets securely latched on and when you want to swithc nipples just slide your finger between your breast and his mouth to break the suction." I ramble off the instructions and set about washing my hands and such.

(leaving room in case Sam wishes to faint, and he should help mother nad baby up to room once they are able while Dan and I clean things up)

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Virginia

All I could think of was my baby. I'd felt some contractions, but tried to convince Sam they were nothing. Apparently they were something.

When the now-dead bank robber finally threw me to the floor, I felt the most horrendous searing pain in my middle. I screamed and Sam came at a dead run.
"Sam!!" I said between clenched teeth, "the baby!"

His face went as pale as a sheet and he tried to help me to my feet, but another contraction had me screaming and Sam completely flustered. Sheila took charge quickly. She was so competent. The pain was horrible, but she took away my fear.

I held Sam's hand while he held me semi-upright against his chest. During every contraction, I squeezed...HARD!!
"If...you...ever...touch me again..." I panted out, "I...will kill...you!!"
Sam looked utterly stricken.

I tried to watch what was happening, but the pain was incredible and I felt the strongest urge to push. I closed my eyes tight and pushed for all I was worth.
Suddenly I felt a great release and I heard Sheila say in a soft whisper, "Congratulations, you have a son."

I opened my eyes to see Sam gazing down at our baby. Our son! I laid back against his chest with tears pouring from my eyes.
"Sam!!" I said in an awed voice, "it's a boy!!"

"He's hungry and if you feel up to it I encourage nursing as soon as possible. Make sure he gets securely latched on and when you want to swithc nipples just slide your finger between your breast and his mouth to break the suction." Sheila said more, but I didn't hear, I was too wrapped up in my baby.

After a while, Sam gathered me up in his arms and carried me to our room, while Sheila followed behind carrying our baby.
There, I laid on the bed and brough our son to my full breast to suckle.

"Sam?" I said, once we were alone and quiet.
"Yes, Ginie?"
"What are we gonna call him?"

 

[poohlive]

Dan let the mop hit the dusty floor. It splashed down, sending water in all directions. He sighed heavily, cleaning up the blood stain left by the previous incident. Two large blood marks were on the floor, followed by a series of little droplets going from one side of the room all the way to the door. He decided to wash the entire floor, being as he already had everything out. Just a small set up of moving the barstools, and chairs and tables. He could work under all the rest.
Soon the wooden floorboards looked as new as ever. If one looked at them just right, they could even smell the pine. It was a job well done, no traces of blood, dust, mold or dirt. As good as new.
Just in time too, several customers for the ladies came in. He quickly put things away, and got help getting everything back in it's place.
Dan moved to the back of the bar, getting drink orders, dinner orders, and any other orders the gentlemen might have. He lost himself in his work again, trying to forget what happened earlier today, hoping that maybe it could just let go of him for a minute.
He kept working well into the night.

 

[intriguess]

Sheila

I carried the small squirming child up after his parents writing down my instructions in case they were needed later. I left as soon as she started nursing. Letting sam and her get some private bonding time with their son. I was tired I saw Dan mopping the floor and headed to our bed.

I was so tired I feel asleep with my just my shift on, too tired to completely undress.

(i suggest the name Fortune.....*grin* Fortune Hanson or Forrest would be close)

 

[Teri]

U.S.Marshal
The next time I opened my eyes it was dark. My head was wrapped in bandages and pounded like a drum. The only light was from a lamp filtering in from the other roon. I threw the blanket off and looked down at myself. I was naked except for a bandage from my waist half way down my left thigh. I pushed myself up and slid my legs off the bed and tried to standup. As I put weight on my feet my head started spinning and my left leg gave out. I fell against the bedside table with a crash.
"And just what do you think you're doing!" Molly said. She was standing in the door backlit by the lamp in the other room. I could see her long legs outlined through the material of her nightgown. My eyes followed them from her ankles to where they came together at her belly. It looked like she was naked under her nightgown. My cock gave a little twitch at the sight. God she's beautiful. I thought.
"What are you trying to do? Start the bleeding again?" "I'm trying to use the bucket." I muttered. "Well here let me help ypu." "Help me?" "Yes help you. How do you think you've been going the last three days? "Three days?" "Yes three days. Are you hard of hearing? Must you repeat every thing I say?" Then she got her shoulder under my arm and helped me walk to the bucket. "Only now you can hold it yourself." She chuckled. With Molly's help and a great deal of embarrassment I managed to go in the bucket.
As she helped my back to bed with my arm over her shoulder my fingers brushed her breast. I cupped her breast and squeezed lightly and felt the nipple stiffen under my hand. When we got to the bedside table I leaned against it on the cheek that didn't hurt. And slid my hands down her back to her ass and pulled her against me and kissed her. It was a short kiss but when we broke we were both breathing hard. She gasped. "Oh no, your not ready for this." Then she felt my hardening cock pushing between her legs through her nightgown. She reached down gave it a squeeze. "My my. This part of you seems to be ready. But the rest of you is not. So there'll be none of that now." She helped me back in bed and as I lay down I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her again. This time it was longer and my stiff cock against her pussy through her nightgown. A small moan escaped her, then she pushed herself up. Breathlessly said. "enough of that you'll hurt yourself. We'll have time for that when your well." Then she walked some what unsteadily out of the room. Did she really say that we'd have for that later? Or was I dreaming?

Molly
Crash! I jumped up from the chair I'd beeen dosing in ran to my bed room where Tom was. I stood in the door, it was dark but there was enough light from the lamp behind me to see him clearly. He was leaning, almost falling against the table by the bed. I looked at him for a minute. He has broad shoulders that taper down to a thin waist and the narrow hips of someone that spends a lot of time in the saddle. My God he's a fine looking man, I thought. "And just what are you trying to do open your wounds again?" "I need to use the bucket." He said. "Oh" I said. "Let me help. After he did his business. I was helping him back to bed his fingers brushed my breast then he squeezed it, it felt nice and I felt my nipple get hard as he rubbed it. When we got to the bed he leaned against the table again and his hands slid down ma back to my ass. He pulled me against him and kissed me. It had been such a long time since I'd been kissed like that my knees almost buckled. I could feel his cock pushing betweet my legs. "Oh no" I said. "None of that." When I pushed him down on the bed he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me again. It was so good to be kissed like that. I could feel the heat from his hard cock as he pushed it against my pussy, I thought he was going to push my nightgown right up inside of me. "No no you'll hurt your self. "We'll have time for that when your wounds are healed." Then I pushed my self up and got out of there as fast as I could, before I changed my mind.
Oh my God I thought, did I really say that? I felt between my legs I was dripping wet . I slid two fingers in and out of myself and rubbed my clit til I came once and then again. I pray he heals fast. It's been so so long.
Over a year since my Michael died.

[Edited by Teri on 01-07-2001 at 08:31 PM]

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Sam

"What are we gonna call him?"

We'd talked about it of course, but we'd expected to have another three weeks to decide. It was hard to think right now, as my mind was just totally flooded with relief that my wife and son were safe and well.

I sat on the bed beside Virginia and held her hand, finally feeling calm as I gazed lovingly at my family.

"My momma always hoped that if I ever had a son I'd name him after my father."

Virginia smiled, her whole face lighting up with a radiance that melted my heart every time. She squeezed my hand gently.

"And, well...we owe a lot to this place, this town. So what do you think of Jonathan Fortune Hanson?"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Virginia

IC: Jonathan Fortune Hanson. I rolled the name around on my tongue for a few minutes before looking up at Sam with happy, but tired eyes.
"I love it," I said sleepily. "Sam....what happened down there? Who was that man?" Yawn... "Will you find out what happened to that man who got shot?"
Even as I said those words, I leaned my head on Sam's arm. Our son, through with his first meal, lay sleeping against my breast. I kept talking, but my brain disengaged and a stream of utter nonsense drifted off my tongue until Sam put his finger on my lips to still them.
It only took a second, and a kiss on my head from Sam, for me to fall fast asleep.


OOC: Sorry it's short, but I have about a million and one things screaming for my attention! I'm sure I'm recalling properly that giving birth takes a lot out of a woman....feel free to go on

 

[Teri]

Molly walked into the room carrying a tray that she put on the bedside table. “Good morning Tom Kelly. How are you this morning? “I hope you’re hungry.” “Good morning
Molly, mmm that smells good, I’m starving,” he said. She helped him sit up and he could smell the clean soap smell and the underlying scent a woman as she fluffed the pillow
behind his back. He thought of the other night when she had been laying on top of him. He felt himself getting hard. Molly noticed the tent starting to form in the blanket “After you eat I’ll come back and change your bandages,” she mumbled as she hurried from the room.
MY god I’m acting like a school girl, you’d think I’ve never seen a man before. She hurried from the room.
When Molly came to changes Tom was sitting on the side of the bed wrapped in a blanket, the tray was on the table. “Well we must feel better this morning ,” she said.
“The headache and the dizziness is gone, he said but my leg is still a little tender,” he said.
“Let me look at your head,” she said as she took the bandage off. She was wearing a gingham skirt and a white blouse that buttoned to her throat. Molly pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down in front of him, so she could she take the bandage off his head. when she sat and looked at him, she felt a flutter in her chest. And for a minute lost herself in his deep blue
eyes.
Tom took her face in his hands and pulled her to him and kissed her. when the kiss broke she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Softly at first then more urgently.
His tongue brushed her lips, she opened them and their tongues met. He rained small kisses down her neck, from her ear to he throat. he cupped her breast and felt the nipple stiffen through the material of her blouse. Tom unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. He held a breast in each hand they had a sprinkling of freckles across the tops, small pink nipples standing out. Their not much more that a hand full but lord are
they beautiful. Tom thought.
Molly stood and let the blouse slide down her arms and to the floor. she took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to her breasts. he sucked one breast in his mouth and nibbled gently on the nipple while he squeezed the other breast and rolled his thumb over
the other nipple. He started to lean back and pull her down with him on the bed. “Wait,” she said. And stepped back and unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Then she pulled her underwear down and let them fall with the skirt. Molly stepped out of the pile of her clothes and stood trembling in front of Tom. Tom is the first man to see melike this since Michael. she was thinking.
Tom had never seen a more desireable woman in his life. his eyes followed her body down from the coppery curls on her head to the same coppery curls between her legs to
her slim ankles. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her legs. She is so beautiful.
He reached out for her and she came into his arms and they rolled together on the bed.


[Edited by Teri on 01-09-2001 at 12:48 PM]

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Sam

As Virginia and the baby rested peacefully, I quietly crept out of the room and slowly closed the door behind me, careful not to disturb them.

As I walked along the landing towards the stairs, I thought about the Marshall that had been shot - who's life I had probably saved. His presence troubled me. What if he recognised me - recognised the man I had once been, back before I found Virginia. I was a different person now than I had been back then, but would that make any difference?

I headed down to the bar and found Dan tending the bar. He acknowledged me with a nod as he continued serving.

"How's the Marshall doing?" I asked.

"Okay I think," he replied, "Molly's looking after him."

I nodded and stood silently in thought for a while, idly studying the bar's patrons.

"Dan," I said, attracting his attention once again. "What do you think about what Ginnie said at dinner? About me becoming sheriff."

OOC: Teri, I know you're on the next morning. We'll catch up by the time Molly and the Marshall are done

 

[Teri]

Molly and Tom

Tom shrugged the blanket off his shoulders, he was naked, except for the bandage that
was now only a patch at the top of his left leg. He reached for her and she came into his arms and together they rolled onto the bed. He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her
just looking at her body. “My god, Molly O’Brian, you are a beautiful woman,” he whispered as his eyes roamed her body. Molly pulled him down and their lips met hungrily. Their tongues entwined like snakes during a mating dance.

His hand roamed over her body, his fingers tracing lightly over her breasts down across her belly. He slid two fingers in her “nnnnnnnnggg oh yesyesss Molly moaned. His mouth
found a nipple and sucked it in licking and nibbling lightly, first one then the other. His
mouth and tongue moved down her body. Kissing, licking, nibbling, across her ribs and chest to her belly. “Molly Molly Molly I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he
breathed.
His tongue darted in and out of her navel, a snake tasting the air for prey. His mouth and tongue left a wet trail down her belly to her thighs and to her knee he kissed and licked the inside of her thighs back up til his mouth was buried in coppery curls. His lips found her clit and he sucked on it like a little nipple. “Oh ohhhhh no, what are you doing Thomas Kelly? No one has ever done, Oh, oh god Thomas Kelly, no, Yessssss oh ooooooooh yessss. Molly tangled her fingers in his hair and thrust her body up to meet his scalding
tongue and sucking mouth. Her whole body shuddered as she came again and again.
Some time later they lay in each others arms. “My god Tom I have never felt anything like that in my life. No one has ever done that to me before,” she whispered against his
chest. He asked, “Didn’t you like it?” “Oh, yes yes It was incredible,
“But now I want you inside of me.” Then she rolled over and straddled him and reaching down she guided him as she lowered herself on him. “Mmmmm that’s nice she said.”
“Mmmmmm yes,” he said as he watched his cock slid in and out of her as she rode him. Tom thrust up to meet he he felt his climax building nnnnnmmmm he thrust faster. “No,
not yet not yet,” she moaned as she moved faster and faster. She moaned deep in her throat, “nnnnnnnnnngggggggg yessss now now yesssssnnnnnnnnnnggg” They came
together in a shuddering climax. Molly lay on his chest, and they slept with him still in her.

 

[intriguess]

sheila

i awoke half dress dan beside me. I snuggled up to him feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath. i didn't want to wake up to feel the pressures of day and toil upon us. It had been several days since shooting. Ginnie and baby John were doing fine, he was having no trouble draining her breasts and gaining weight.

Teri was being nursed back to health and staying away from Sam so far. But I had feeling Sam wanted to talk to Dan about a job and I hoped so. The less Dan had to do the more time he had for me. I felt him moving and opened my eyes.

"let's stay in bed," I whisper sliding my shift down off my creamy shoulder letting the fabric slowly fall down catching on my hardening nipples, his finger ran between my full breasts tugging it down.

"how can I resist?" was his words as his eyes met mine.

 

[cheekyminx]

Elizabeth Radcliff

HI I hope you dont mind me joining in!

OOC Elizabeth Radcliff, better known as Beth is around 5'6, 18 years old, brown eyes, and dark brown hair past her shoulders. Her curves, as they say, are all in the right spots.

IC OUCH...damnit. Im awake thanks to the coach hitting my head. Rubbing my head, I looked out onto the vast plains. 'Its dry, not farming land like where I come from' I thought.
Wincing, shutting out memories. Focusing on a new life, somewhere ahead.
A few hours later the stage rumbled into Fortune. Stopping in front of the saloon. "Well Beth, this is as good a place as any" mumbling to myself and nearly falling down in the dirt.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the saloon to ask for a room.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Am I at the bar or in bed? I keep getting confused. Well, let me try to sort it out.


Dan let his fingers trail down her smooth skin. He couldn't help but adore that body. Perfection was the only word that had come close.
It was already late in the morning, nearly ten. He wanted Sheila again, maybe even two or three more times, but things needed to be done.
"I'm sorry, I do have to go."
Sam had asked him about being sherrif, and Dan said he would think about it. He wasn't sure about giving up the sherrif, all of his other duties were simply chores for money, but the sherrif... that was the only job he truly enjoyed doing just for the love of doing it.
He supposed he couldn't keep going with all these things though, sooner or later he would have to give something up.
Dan sighed, putting on his morning clothes, the bar needed tending, the breakfast needed to be made, horses fed, mail read, and all of it before noon.
He kissed Sheila, still in bed, her eyes pleading with him. If he could stay with her, he would, really he would, but things needed to get done.

 

[intriguess]

Sheila

I sighed as he dressed, watching him pull a shirt over his body. I wanted more time with him, heck all the time in world wouldn't be enough. I waited until he was gone to get dressed. I slipped out seeing him talking to Sam, and headed over to my shop. I found some yarn and started knitting watching my simple store.

 

[Teri]

Tom Kelly (U.S. Marshal)

When I woke up I was alone in the bed. Molly had washed and folded my clothes and left them on the chair by the bed. As I took them off the chair, I remembered Molly sitting there early this morning, I wished she was here now. as I put them on I could hear her in the kitchen. The sun was high, I thought it must be close to noon. With my hat in my hand and my gunbelt over my shoulder I went down stairs following the sounds and smell of cooking. I entered the kitchen.
Molly was standing at the big cast-iron stove. "Sit your self down, there's coffee in the pot, help your self. I thought you were going to sleep all day,"she said. I hung my gunbelt over the back of the chair and sat. She brought two plates with steak and potatos, put one in front of me sat down across from me with the other. "After you wore me out, I'm suprised I didn't," I answered. She blushed a deep red. "My god Tom, no one has ever done that to me before." "Come here and I'll do it again,"I said. "Be gone with you now," she said, "I have work to do."
"Yes, and I have to check on my horse then talk to the sheriff, I told her." She said, your horse is in the barn out back well fed and frisky, you should take him for a run before he kicks my barn down. And Dan is most likely at the saloon." I stood and strapped on my gun. "I'll do that after I talk to the sheriff," I said, "and see if my roon is still there." "You'll do no such thing, whatever for," she asked. "Well," I said I can't stay here now that I'm healed. People will talk." "People are already talking. and I don't care. You'll come back here Tom Kelly. Do you hear me?" "Yes I hear you Molly." I lifted her up out of the chair and kissed her lips then her ear. She put her arms around my neck. I pulled her hips against me, she made a little sound in her throat and returned the pressure. Then she said,Oh no Tom go now, if you don't go now I'll never get anything done." I kissed her again, a long lingering kiss. Then I went out the door heading for the saloon.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Virginia

I slept soundly. The drapes were drawn against the afternoon sun (it is daytime, isn't it?) and baby Jon was starting to wriggle and cry. I looked toward the door, willing Sam to appear.

Okay, it didn't work. I giggled at my impetuousity and leaned over to pick up the baby. "Well, little man," I whispered, "it's just you and me. Are you hungry again?"
I lowered the front of my dress to release one milk-filled breast. Jon's tiny mouth latched on quickly and he suckled hungrily. His tiny fist pressed into my flesh, making me think of his father...

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Sam

OOC: this'll be a little before Ginnie's post, just for it to make sense

IC: I quietly looked in on Virginia and baby Jon for the umpteenth time since I'd got up, gazing happily at them as they slept peacefully.

Closing the door carefully, I crept along the landing and down the stairs to the barroom, hoping not to wake Virginia. She needed all the sleep she could get while the baby would allow it.

It was a little after mid day, and the saloon was only occupied by a handful of regulars. I was about to head to the kitchen to prepare a late breakfast for Virginia, when I saw an unfamiliar young woman enter the saloon, loaded down with luggage. Must have come in on the noon stage, I surmised.

I looked around, but there was no sign of Dan, so after a moment's thought I approached the woman.

"Howdy ma'am," I said with a smile, "you must be new in town."

"Yes I am," she replied, "I'm looking for a place to stay."

"Well, Dan's probably got a couple of spare rooms upstairs he'd be willing to rent, or you could try the boarding house down the street."

"I'm Sam by the way," I said, offering my hand, "Sam Hanson. Welcome to Fortune."

 

[cheekyminx]

Beth

IC: I looked around the saloon. I liked it. It had a nice atmosphere. I smiled to myself. There were a few patrons in the saloon.
"Howdy Ma'am, you must be new in town" he said and offered me his hand.
Smiling back at him, taking his hand, I introduced myself. "Hello, Im Elizabeth Radcliff, but please call me Beth. It looks like you have a nice little town here. I will wait for Dan. Thankyou."
Smiling again at Sam.
Sitting down, just surveying my new surroundings. Feeling a little peace, which I hadnt felt for a while.

 

[poohlive]

He pushed hard. The strain on his back was near unbearable. A barrel of beer stubbornly stayed put in it's place. He pushed again, harder this time, feeling his back bend and complain. He wouldn't allow it however, his kept pushing.
A popping sound was heard. Dan flew onto the gruond, landing roughly. The barrel broke open, and nearly 5 pounds of beer came sprawling on him.
Dan breathed in deeply .What was he doing?
He looked around. No one was usually in the back alley, but he made sure that his embarrasment wasn't seen.
What was he doing?
He was trying to do it all, that's what he was doing. He knew he was a suttborn person, that was his nature. Things kept changing, but he always was the same.
A sigh escaped his lips, thats what kept happening. He pushed himself, thinking everything was all right. HE kept doing it harder and harder until...
Until he was lying face up on the ground with a hurt back in a puddle of beer.
He took out a kercheif to wipe himself, but realized that it was as wet as his face.
Dan laughed heartily. It wasn't funny, and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He laughed right down to his toes, letting it all out. He laughed and laughed until he cried.
Then, just to spite he laughed some more.
Dan finally got up, leaning far back. His back would hurt for a few more days, but he could handle it, he could always handle it.
First he needed to change though.
Inside he saw Sam with a new customer. Putting on his best smile, and forgetting for a minute of his beer bath, he walked over to them.
"Good morning miss, my name is Dan," he gave her one of his warmest smiles. She looked extremely attractive, and young as well. Two good qualities all women should have. (ouch, I was going for nice with that sentence, did I totally blow it? Damn men, never know how to give a compliment)
He looked over at Sam, "Could you meet me in the sherrif's office for lunch. There are a few things we need to discuss."
Turning back to the lovely lady, he bowed gently,"is there anything I can do to make your stay in Fortune more pleasent?"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Virginia

Jon fell asleep at my breast...I wonder if that sight will always make me want to cry?

I laid the sleeping Jon on the bed and swung my feet over the side. It's about time I tried to move around, or I'm liable to be in this bed forever. Thinking about the many fond hours Sam and I had spent in this very bed, I smiled. Well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all!

OOC: Just waiting for you to get back upstairs, sweetheart.

 

[Teri]

Tom Kelly U.S.Marshal

Walking to the saloon trying to work the stiffness out of my leg. There was no pain, Dan and Sheila had done a good job of doctoring. Passing the general storeI remembered I needed tobacco, I went in and walked up to the counter where Mr. Cord was stacking rolls of cloth.
“Well, good after-noon marshal. How are you? I saw Dan and Sam carry you out of the saloon after Dan dug out the bullet and patched you up. Do you know that they just lay
you up on the bar to work on you?” “No I didn’t know that,” I said. “Well they did just that. And when they were carrying you, there was Molly O’Brian telling them to be
careful, and not to handle you so rough. As it was, with that head wound there was some doubt if you’d make it through the night.” ”Yeah,” I said, “That looked a lot worse than it was. Head wounds tend to bleed alot. Molly er....Mrs. O’Brian took good care of me, she’s a good nurse.” “She is a fine woman, Marshal,” he said.
“Mr. cord I need some tobacco and fixins.” Sure thing Marshal, here you go.” He handed me a sack of tobacco and papers and paid him then tucked them in my shirt pocket.
As I turned to go He said, “by the way marshal, while you were sleeping so to speak Sam and Virginia’s baby was born. “You don’t say, thats good what is it,” I asked. “A fine baby boy,” he said. “Well that’s just great,” I said, do you have anything for a baby?” “I just got some Indian blankets in. They are really beautiful and some were made for a papoose,” he told me. “Ok,” I said, “I’ll take two one for the baby and one for the mother,
I told him. He wrapped them up, I paid him and tucked them under my arm and walked down to the saloon.
I entered the saloon, stepped to the side out of the door. My eyes swept the room, there were a few customers. Dan and Sam were talking to a pretty young woman sitting at
a table. I walked to the table, ”after-noon mame,” I said, tipping my hat. Dan, Sam it seems I owe the two of you my life. All I can say is thanks, and hope there is never an
occasion where have to do the same for you,” I said. “Any time Marshal,” Dan said. Sam just nodded. I shook their hands and said, “thanks again.” As I was shaking Sam’s hand a light seemed to flash in the back of my mind. I looked in his eyes and wondered if his name was always Sam Hanson.
“Oh, by the way Sam, I understand that congratulations are in order,” I said. Sam’s face light up with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “I guess they are Marshal,” he said, “he’s a beautiful baby boy.” “That’s great Sam,” I said, “here is something I picked up Mr. Cord’s store for your wife and the baby.” “You didn’t have to do that Marshal, he said.” “Yeah,” well you didn’t have to shoot that hombre either.
There’s a hundred dollar reward for Jon Harvy. it’s your’s. I’ll telegraph for a bank draft, it should on the stage in about a week. Do you know who his partner was? did he have any identification on him,” I asked. “No we don’t know who he was. We just put unknown outlaw, on his marker and buried him beside Harvy, Sam said. “Ok,” I said, “I
have to look in on my horse. Dan do you have my gear?” “Yeah it’s still in your room,” he said. “I won’t be needing the room, I told him, Mrs. O’Brian is letting me stay in the room behind the kitchen at her place.” “Alright I’ll have one of the girls get it for you.” A few minutes later the girl handed me my rifle and saddle bags. “Here you are Marshal,” she said. “Thank you,” I told her. Then I left to take care of my horse.


OCC what is Sheila’s real name?
And was Sam Hanson always Sam Hanson

[Edited by Teri on 01-16-2001 at 10:54 AM]

 

[intriguess]

Sheila

I fretted over the new arrivals even as I worked out the baby booties. I shrugged and headed to bar for lunch. I caught sight of the US Marshall and hair on back of neck tingled. I snuck into kitchen and got something for the absent Virginia. I slide up the stairs unnoticed I thought by the men below.


OOC original name, Maxine Dubois