Smokin Guns

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

“Hey my morning beauty” I spoke softly, enjoying the feel of her as she pressed herself against me and kissed me softly before pulling back with her sparkling eyes on me. “Too much time on the trail has made me a loner, I guess”

Her reminder of the night before and her own hips brushing mine made the second kiss even sweeter and I claimed her trim waist with my arm, wrapping it around her and gently lifting her, the action settling her full curves against my harder ones as I breathed in the perfume of her hair.

“Mona…You need to be careful around me” I cautioned, cupping the taut buttock with my free hand and playfully squeezing it. “Trouble has it’s way of following me wherever I go and when it’s not…It’s because I’m usually in the middle starting it”

It was true. I had watched more people die because of actions I started…many of them close friends and lovers…I didn’t want to lose any more, didn’t want to be the cause of grief to them or the families left behind to pick up the pieces.

I couldn’t help myself though as I bent my neck to kiss the fragrant neckline and feel her silky skin so fresh and warm under my tongue. A playful nibble and I looked at her, and then kissed her full and hard on the lips, letting all the pent up loneliness and emotions flow from me to her.

“Look don’t think I’ve gone soft” I growled gently to her and lowered her back to her feet. “But I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Something tells me I can trust you more than just in the bedroom and it isn’t often I have a friend…a flaw of the job that doesn’t let me make or keep a lot of them I guess?”

My hands nearly wrapped themselves around her waist and as she sighed the motion drew my eyes downward…to the creamy expanse revealed in the unfastened buttons of her blouse.

Damn…she was a woman….the thought kept pounding at me and I wondered what in the hell I was doing talking to her…when there were other things we could be doing. And as if she read my mind…she prompted.

“You think I rode out here to hear the lonely cowboy story, Dirk? Think I haven’t felt the same things you’re describing right now and want something to take them away?”

And then I knew…knew why she had made the ride out here and what she offered to me…and grinning like the idiot I was I kissed her again, scooping her small form up in my arms and striding towards the shade and cover of the trees and the blanket that still lay back there. And as I walked my lips did the talking to her, pressed against her lips, feeling her tongue respond to my own as her hands ran over and under the damp shirt on my chest.

“This is what I came out here for” She cooed in a husky voice that made my heart pound loud and hard, then squealed as I set her on the blanket, pressing the full length of my body against her softer one and silently promising myself we would both find it…

 

[Funloving62]

Mona

She stared up at him as his body towered over her. Hands roamed up over his brow brushing the strands back behind his ears , he was a rather handsome man to boot along with that bad boy image she seemed to always be drawn to. It was a shattering tenderness that swept though her, and she closed her eyes leaning up to meet him in complete surrender. He bend his head, brushing his mouth against her temple, his hand slowly sliding upwards to caress the fullness of her breast. His mouth trailed a hot heated path down to her cheek to hermouth, his tongue exploring every fold as his hand slipped inside the blouse cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardening nipple.

Mona made no move to protest, the pure sensation was sending her higher as she drew in a deep breath of pure delight. She felt no shame or guilt as her blouse slid from her shoulder and pooled at her waist freely hanging there. She reached up and slide her hand up under the shirt pulling it with her to lift it up and over his head running her finger's over the taunt Muscular shoulder that now held her in his very arms as he leaned over her, skillfully parting her lips with is tongue with a slight moan of surrender.Then she slipped her hands around his neck sliding into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, holding his mouth fiercely to hers as she welcomed his tongue and gave him hers. Wrapping his arms around her hips now he pulled her in close contact of his straining thighs, molding her body to the ridged length of his own. his other hand cupping the back of her head as he drove his tongue into her mouth again and again, forcing her to him back the sensual urgency he was to feeling at that very moment.

He groaned under that kiss his hand roaming her body ,her back her , bottomand then back up to lace though that mass of red curls gone wild around her. " Mona. " He whispered horsily before hungrily devouring her breast sucking in first one nipple to harden again his tongue, then the next his teeth did graze slightly as she breathed in her scent .She lifted her hips willingly to him molding herself to his engorged member feeling the full length of him pressed up against her .Out there in the wilds of this land the open space the shadows laying against the blankets, it all seemed to draw them in.

She felt him lift the hem of her skirt higher playing his fingers over that warmed flesh of her thigh finding her ready and willing for him , he moved undoing his own trousers as he slipped them down and against pushed his throbbing length against her folds sliding into her with one fierce thrust of his body into hers, as she matched every fierce thrust back against him. Over and over again till she was the first one to explode against his throbbing length he was holding back trying to gain his strength as she milked him deeply gripping hold of him as she slide wildy against him. Straining again himself as he rested up on his forearms ,waiting for her tremors to sub side as he gazed down into that beautiful shadowy face then he could hold back no longer he drove deep in one final plunge gasping her nameonce more " Mona." . His body jerked in convolutions again and again as he spilled into her holding her hips to his hips and his mouth to hers hearing the mixture of both their moans. It was then he heard her call out his name in a wispy deep throat tone." OH Yes.... Dirk Mmm... "

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

Several impressions burned themselves in my memories as we came together, each clashing with the next but like a kaleidoscope somehow fitting together in a brilliant discord of light, sound and colors.

Mona was a beauty. In the sunlight that filtered thru the brush and to her skin it revealed her, the hollows and curves of a mature woman,yet her body still youthful and resiliant like that of a much younger girl. Her body...so petite and small within my arms, almost like a doll as I cradled her to me and stole kiss after empassioned kiss, yet again in strong contrast came her own forceful passion back to me, intense and surprising, demanding more.

I bent my head to her and as her blouse parted before my rough hands I captured one hard nipple, then the other...sucking and teasing them until they were full.....engorged with blood and she moaned...Her hands going to the nape of my neck and seizing the hair, forcing me down again to taunt and tease the swollen nubs as her hips bucked against mine...demanding and at the same time...giving.

"Monaaaaaa" The word was torn from my throat as something so much stronger than lust tore at my heart and i raised my shaggy head to look at her, her eyes dark, embroiled with passion that gave me consent to continue with a gentle nod.

Hands...my hands so used to hurting...so used to roughness now became gentle as I lifted her hips and her skirt...not surprised this time at the absence of her underclothing...now beginning to understand the lengths this woman would go to ...to take and give what we both needed...

And as my own swollen length became free I moved towards that need, the heat of it guiding me to join us like lovers that had come together a hundred times....the heat of the desert oasis around us nothing compared to the heat within us...and we were joined...

My flat hard muscles punished her softer ones then, the sand beneath the blanket giving to that punishment...molding to us as I drove into her and heard the satisfied coo's and moans of passion from her own throat..and for long minutes the outside world ceased to exist...time forgotten as we found in each other a matching passion...and more.

And then she moved...her hands turning into claws...her body archinh...heaving underneath me and telling me she wanted...no, demanded more..and I was able to give it to her, filling her now slick canal with my length...and being rewarded with her velvet sheath contracting around me as she came...No words escaping her..only sounds of passion and contentment as I continued to drive into her...knowing my own "little death" was near...and that within her I would be content to find that pleasure...and death.

Still i moved within her and it seemed to amaze us both, our eyes meeting as we kissed, each staring into the others and looking for that silent ageless answer...as she lifted her own hips to meet mine...and returned the feiry kisses with her own...

"Monaaaa" I cried out almost in triumph...the suddeness of my own orgasm surprising me...and her own words repeating my name in gentler tones...

Silence came then...and slowly small sounds around us returned, not gone but now brought back to our attention as we held each other and basked in each others warmth...the trickle of water over the rivers stones, the keen of a hawk high above us...the neigh of our horses and the sound of tearing grass as they fed upon it.

I lifted myself then on an elbow, looking down at the beauty that had shared her body and so much more with me moments ago, loathe to say anything in fear of destroying the magic...and again stealing a kiss...a long, tender thing that lingered on her lips...and would as well in my mind.

"I would be pleased to ride back to town with you" I gently attested...words to tell her I wasn't ashamed of the passion shared...or the partner it was shared with and somehow the words touched her, slid past the hardness of the wise woman...to the eyes of the young girl inside...and returned with a single, full tear...

And then Mona laughed. Eyes afire and face full of inner energy as she drew her clothes on and taunted me, her lithe body flashing at me as she dressed and i struggled with my own clothes.

"Only if you can keep up, cowboy!"

And again she laughed as i followed, throwing herself on her horse and catching the reins as the startled animal reared and began to run...her hair streaming behind her like fire...and I was able to stay with her, my own gelding feeling the joy of the race and stretching itself out to run...and we tore the trail up racing side by side into town like two people possessed...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He'd found his room quite easily, and the bed was a welcome comfort after spending so much time travelling. He woke sometime in the mid-morning, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His window was open, and the warm sunlight poured through, lighting the room nicely. Leaving his bed finally, he peered at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall. He could definitely use a shower.

Stepping into his soft shoes, he grabbed his key and a change of clothes and left his room above the Saloon, in search of the shower... in the hopes that they actually had one.

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

"Lady I never seen ya before and was only trying ta help but if ya kick me one more time I'm gunna fergit yer a lady and in the custody of this here deputy!" Snorting, she kicked him yet again, "get away from me you filth!" She hissed out, glaring like a wounded rattle snake.

She ignored the taunting of the Deputy, knowing full well Miss Man wouldn't dare do those things she threatened with.

"I want a drink of water." A statement, plain and simply said. She wouldn't ask neither, she was a prisoner here, they best cater to her needs.

Everyone ignored her so she spoke up again, "I SAID I WOULD LIKE A DRINK OF WATER!" She glared at the backs turned away from her.

Something caught her attention, her eyes quickly moved to the man behind the bar and held. He looked very easily swayed, perhaps he knew how to treat a lady such as herself?

"Please, may I have a drink?" She implored him with a sweet smile. He looked as if he might come to her and offer her something but that damned Deputy opened her mouth and warned him to stay away from the captive.

"Dammit!" She swore under her breath, she couldn't wait to get free of these stupid questionings and see whom ever was in charge over that prissy little wench! She'd have that woman's badge removed, if it was the last thing she ever did before leaving this shit hole!

Her husband was at fault here, all his damned fault. She wished she would have been the one to shoot him down, not some unknown gun slinger. At least she would have had a smile for awhile over that filthy snake's death at her own hands.

Well, maybe if she bargained right, she could have the treasure and the new sheriff under her spell as well? She had yet to see him, but she was used to men giving her what she wanted, they all did in the end. Confident with her new plan in mind, she sat silent and waited.

 

[kamalw1]

I was goin to get the woman some water when Joe shot me a look that I knew meant I shouldn't interfere. "Joe, since I have to stop by the gunsmith's, I'll get the blacksmith to open the jail for ya." I left from behind the counter and walked out of the doors. Walking up the street, I entered the blacksmith's shop and told him that Joe needed him to open up the jail. I then left and walked down to the gunsmith's. "Hey, Cap, is she ready for me?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

Ignoring the woman's protests, I moved over and grabbed her arm. Helping her to rise, I ushered her out the door and across the street towards the jail. She may have protested every step but I just blocked that annoying high pitch whine from my ears and kept moving.

Seating her on the bench I took out my pocket knife. "One way or another I am getting into this damned building!" I had no idea where Dirk was, but he best get me a damned key to this door and pronto or he'd be in hell by the time I got done with him!

Already I was hating this job, especially hearing her snear about the dirt on the bench where her 'delicate' hiney sat.

 

[Funloving62]

Mona

she slowed as they hit the entrance to town and smiled back one of her brilliant warm smiles to him. Her wind tasseled hair could be evidence of what had accrued before yet the wild ride back could also attribute to it as well then blouse she wore clung to her form yet showed the hint of her darker bronzed skin underneath she knew Dirk had seen it and noticed the difference yet it didn't seem to matter to this man. There was something stonrg about what they had shared today something diffrent, they both felt it.It was more then just a momment of passion a little affair out in the woods but what she did'nt know for sure but she felt a closenenss to Dirk, the likes of witch she had never felt before.

They trotted up the the saloon,, he jumped down and went to Mona lifting his arms up to her and she slide down into them slowly her body pressed up against his , her lips pressing to his so deeply her tongue swirling about the edges to tease with a wink added as she chuckled. Her arms ran up and down over taunt muscles as she sighed with a shake of her head wishing they had stayed back out there today, but both knew he was needed here.

"Why sheriff I'm not use to being treated like a regular lady." On that they both had to laugh and walked on inside the saloon only to see John coming back inside telling Dirk about some women that came into town while he was gone and Joe was trying to get into the jail now. He nodded and told her he had to get back to business and he would see her later that evening she smiled and swatted his bottom he happily returned the favor but with a bit More oomph...As she jumped rubbing her back side . John laughed and yelled out
" Hey don't bruise the merchandise" All laughed as Mona winked back to Dirk and she moved on up the stairs a bit more hip action then usaual just to tease.

"Hey John, I will be back to run though the show for tonight but I need to go get cleaned up and dress . I'm heading for the shower." She moved on up her key in her pocket she pulled that blouse from her skirt and opened it letting it hang freely in front of her as she opened the door to the shower. taking off that soiled blouse as she looked up to see Aiken standing there buck naked , ready to step into the shower himself, her eyes did travel up and down the man she couldn't help it and she make no effort to cover up her own nude breasts as she smiled to him then a chuckled fell into the air: Umm... Well, now fancy meeting like this ." She knew he would see the color of her skin and know she to was native at least part." I didn't know the shower was taken , ya have to hang out this little sigh on the door to let others know Aiken. I guess I should go and wait outside till your done," Her eyes scanning the backside of this man for the moment as she stood there grinning.

 

[Rasscal]

Jack Smythe

Purchases complete I grinned at how the banks employee's had bent over backwards to serve me. The thought pleased me almost as much as another lewd one that crowded my head, the idea of the pretty little bank clerk bent over with her skirts hauled up to her waist.

I was sure my cover was in place. Had even two ranchers approach me outside the bank and set a time later in the evening to meet with them and haggle over prices. It was perfect. I now had a valid reason for moving in and out of town and around the countryside as well.

Wagon loaded I tied my own mount to the gate of it and drove it slowly thru time, the dynamite packed securely on the end and the other supplies piled high to the front.

"Good Day, Ladies" I doffed my hat and grinned at the Deputy and the still complaining woman sitting on the seat beside her as a huge man worked on the front door.

"Beautiful Day, ain't it?"

Neither seemed to agree and the blacksmith was complaining he had just built the reinforced door and lock and was now being forced to tear it apart again.

Gigging the horses I began to whistle and rode from town admiring the ladies and promising to return later in the evening.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

Sitting on my horse I watched the small group fussing at the door, the Blacksmith now sweating and swearing profusely as the Deputy fondled her ivory covered pistols.

"Let me shoot it off" She suggested and stepped back

"NO, Do that and I'll haveta fix it again anyhow" The sweat lined face of the blacksmith retorted.

"At least it would be faster, you're slower than mollasses in December"

"And I wouldn't be getting my dress all dirty...which the township will certainly be paying for" The elegantly dressed woman who was sitting on the bench added.

Grinning I couldn't resist watching a few more seconds more...then had to ask.

"Why don't you use the key to get in?"

Three faces turned towards me and the combined stares were almost a physical thing as they barked unanimously...

"What KEY?"

"The one I hung over the door before leaving" I replied slowly...innocently...then turned my own evil stare at my so called loyal deputy.

"Unlike others I knew it might be needed...and left it for them, with the cells empty there wasn't a need to man the jail...but I thought I'd be considerate"

Spitting out the last word as if it were sour I slid from my horse and moved onto the wooden sidewalk, pulling the key down that dangled over thier heads.

It slid in easily, the metal barely scratched and I pushed open the door and waved the ladies inside, digging for a coin and offering it to the smithy....

"For your trouble, sorry my Deputy put you through all that, all she had to do was ASK"

And with that my morning began, the glares from my deputy and the soon to be never ending prattle from a woman I hadn't seen for over a year...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

"Don't get me started Dirk!" I stormed in around him, none to nicely dragging one annoying fluff ball with me.

"You should have mentioned the damned key or stayed your ass in town. Simple as that." I mumbled at him, glaring at him and daring him to piss me off further. I'd shoot him, reguardless of his position, I was in that kind of a mood already.

With having to listen to the idle twit's bitching, the door being locked and still not awake, it was best not to step on my toes.

Turning I plastered Dirk with a big cheesey smile, "She's all your's.. Have fun!" Ignoring her protests and his glare staring right back at me, I walked out and across the street to the saloon. "Let him deal with Miss High and Mighty for awhile!"

I needed more coffee, and something else.. maybe a sweeter disposition? Nah, screw that. But I would however go get Miss frilly pants something to eat. Maybe with something in her mouth, she'd shut up? One could hope..

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

Her eyes landed on the tall imposing man standing behind the Deputy and the addle brained Black Smith. He had heard her comment but said nothing, he looked some what familiar to her? Smiling her best smile, she eyed the sheriff with obvious desire.
He looked good enough to eat!
That wench grabbed her again, making her stand and dragging her inside the jail. Turning, she yanked her arm free of the Deputy's cruel grip and turned to face the sheriff.
"Could you be a darlin' and tell her to stop HURTING ME!" she glared at joe's back. "I did nothing wrong to be treated so cruely." Big tears came to her eyes as she stood there, tears always worked on men folk, they were not too bright in that department.
"I can't believe how badly I have been treated! I have been pushed around, gagged, tied and mauled. shipped across hell to arrive in a worse hell! all for questioning! If someone would have asked nicely, then perhaps I woulda helped, but did they? This is not how you treat a LADY!" Huffing she moved to the only chair and sat down, glaring yet again at the smirking faces.
"I need a drink and a change of clothes or I am not talking to anyone." She folded her arms and pouted, seething as well in her mind over the unjust treatment. She bet she had bruises too on her delicate white skin. That would be...... she shuddered in thought, definately not lady like to be marked with blue spots!
She eyed the sheriff again, he did seem familiar? Where had she seen him before? "Mister Sheriff? Can you please help a lady here? I am not used to this kinda treatment.." She sniffled a little, truely upset with this whole thing. She could have sworn a head ache was forming as well. Her little nose wrinkled in distaste as her eyes scanned the dusty jail.

 

[Rasscal]

Jack Smythe

The trip went uneventfully and as the men grumbled they began to unload the wagon.

"Store them crates in the water where it's cool" I warned knowing none of the idjuts could read or cipher.

"Wacha gunna do now Boss? Why can't we gotah town?"

"I have business to attend to and a lady to see" I replied proudly "Maybe I'll bring her back to see youall"

My Black was still fresh and I rode him back quickly making the hostler promise extra oats and a good rub down. Then off to the Barber and a bath. I was prissied up and smelt good to boot I told myself as I moved to the Saloon and an expected cool mug of beer.

"Whiskey, beer chaser" I tooted out as the doors swung open and I stepped into the gloom. "It is indeed a beautiful day"

Wearing a black suit that gave me room to use my single Colt yet I was everything you'd expect in a cattle buyer and wore the image quite well I thought.

"I'd like to use on of your tables each afternoon and evening?" I asked sliding again another card to the bartender as he set my drinks up on his bar. "I'm going to be buying cattle and thought as this is the best known watering hole for a hundred miles?"

It would draw people and drinks. Both a plus to his business and perhaps mine.

"Would that be allright with you, Mr...?"

 

[poohlive]

Nick paused for a moment, cocking his head to one side. His thoughts playing with each other, chasing them around to some sort of logical end, before he wrote it down as best he could. Forms were chicken scratched with his own writings, one small pile complete, several large ones to be done.
He didn't need to do it, but it helped release some of the tension. His mind liked to be busy with something, and this fitted him as best as anything else.
Form after form rose through the midmorning.
A boy came in, brekaing his concentration for a moment. He brought breakfast and a pot of coffee from across the street.
"There's a bunch of ruckus outside, sir."
Nick thanked him for the food, drinking the coffe before it became too cold.
"Yes? What is it now?"
His hand reached down for his gun, and his legs already made an effort to stand, but as he did so, he remembered there were already able men fit to do this very thing. It had slipped his mind that just the other day a sheriff and deputy had been annointed.
He was about to go out there and lay down the law where it was laid out already.
Laughing at his callous mistake, he listened as the boy told him all that he could from his certain vanpoint.
"How exciting for the town. Looks like things are all resolved now. Go on now, I've got some work to do."
The boy was off like a shot, as Nick paused from his needless work to finish a decent breakfast.
He set up the pool table, missing a few shots. His mind not on the game, but again feeling a need to occupy something or other.
The balls refused to do anything he told them. They banked and overpowered here and there, like twirling fireflies in the evening sky. In the end he growled and threw his stick on the table in confusion.
Back at his cluttered desk, he sighed for a time, before getting back to work he didn't want to, or have to do.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

It had been a long time since I'd last seen her. Things changed, rivers changed course, people died...but not her.

I grimaced, then nodded, knowing the best way to soothe the beast was to feed her...ego.

"I'm sorry. You understand the reason she was so rough was because she felt threatened by you, knowing she was with a real lady and how you overshadowed her"

I didn't need to pull out the fliers to know what she was wanted for, it was her "style" and though none did it better...some still got caught.

"Your dress, it came from Paris, right?" I guessed, having spent my own time in a few shops...but more honestly remebering the complaints of what they cost from her now dead husband.

Making the motions of cleaning a chair I held it to seat her and she accepted with a smile, then slid into it...it was a shame, how such a small well shaped morsel like her could have such a nonstop mouth...Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her delicate features and eyes all looking at a man...

Looking at a man just like she knew what she was doing...

And she did. I listened as she prattled on about the hardships she had faced, how she was forced to sleep in a room with the Deputy...and sympathised.

"That is terrible, WHO would EVER want to SLEEP in the same bed as Joe?"

It struck me as funny, but I fought hard to keep my face straight, to wipe away the images of Joe in her longjohns...or less.

"Why don't we discuss what brought you to Pervatory in the first place, then we can release you...?" I suggested, sure I had her eating out of the palm of my hand...

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

"I did not share a bed with that... thing!" She hissed at him a moment before remembering herself.
"Sorry Sheriff, I am just tired." She glanced away from him a moment to gather her thoughts.
"Yes my dress came from paris as did my shoes and that... THAT BRUTE! of a bounty hunter mussed them all up! I should bill him shouldn't I?" She smiled faintly, thinking of the revenge when he laid eyes on the prices of those gowns and slippers. upstart!
"PLEASE! Let's discuss whatever it is I am wanted in questioning for so I can get out of this.. no offense Sheriff, but this place is a pig sty!" She wrinkled up her little nose, flashed him a dazzling smile and sat back in the chair.
"Then perhaps later you and I can get aquainted?" She flirted, but it was always the best way to distract a man from whatever serious thoughts they had in their little minds.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

"You were married to a notorious outlaw by the name of Bill Warsaw, isn't that correct?" I questioned, knowing she was for i had stood in the group that toasted the bride and groom before they left to thier "honeymoon"...

"Bloody Bill Warsaw?"

Her own supposed offense was for an indescretion against a well known Union General...a man some said would someday be President if he could only stay away from the bottle and the ladies...

I waited for an admission and continued, trying a different tact...

"It must have been difficult realizing the man you married wasn't the gallant gentleman he claimed to be...and when he died, leaving you without all the fine things a lady such as yourself deserves...has been so accustomed to?"

Her eyes were on my face...Did she truly think I was so desolate that she looked to be the wounded angel...that I would carry her torch so to speak and help her? Or was it something else...was she remembering where she had last seen me...

"The General who placed the warrant on you only wants back what was misplaced...a few bonds and titles that surely must have been mixed up in your wardrobe when you were forced to leave so quickly from his house after receiving the tragic news?"

Her faced showed only confusion...her eyes flitting from me to the door and back again as I watched, then sighed.

"The tragic news of your husbands death?" I prompted and watched her face turn from confused to pained....as if she could control her emotions as easy as opening a door...or closing it.

Tears welled to the surface of her eyes, then rolled over her rouged cheeks and I handed her my 'kercheif...consoling her with unexpected words...

"The good General has offered you a small token of his...affection? In return for the trouble caused in returning all the misplaced papers, not much but enough to last you a while until you're able to support yourself?"

And as if by a miracle the tears ceased to flow and a small smile appeared...

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

A slow smile crept over her features as she recalled what those papers were... Pages hand written by her dead husband, directions to something.

"I have no such papers dear Sheriff. Perhaps Billy's ex-whore has them on her person? A fiesty little red headed tramp.. Oh what was her name?" She tapped her fingers against her lips a moment before fixing him with her bright stare.

"I can not recall Sheriff, but I do know this general you speak of has passed away recently in Georgia. You can check the papers if you must, but since his passing, I can see no real reason to keep me prisoner here." She fixed him with her small smile and pleading eyes.

She had memorized those pages, word for word and knew where she must go. Had been heading there in fact when that moron picked her up. No, she couldn't deliver the papers, that wench had them, but she could see about getting there first!

"I understand his upset, the journal pages were important to him for some reason.. I wish I could help but the good General never let me near his study." She sat quietly, adjusting her gown with her two gloved fingers. Tsking now and then over the mess of her attire, she would make sure someone paid for this!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Joe

Taking a tray over to the jail, I walked in and set it down none to gently on the desk. Fixing them both with a stare, I turned and marched right back out the way I came in.

Stopping mid-stride I turned my head a little and glanced at the Mayor's little office. Should I go and perhaps tell him I was sorry for the misconception and laughing? My temper wasn't in a good mood granted, but.. No, I best not. I would wait until later. Later would be a much better time to approach him. If I did at all.

Walking past, I headed to my own little 'home away from home'. I needed to clean up a little, eat something, nap and see what else this town had to offer. My foot steps took me to the general merchantile, remembering I had purchases to make in order to live.

Placing my order and having it delivered gave them something to do and gave me something to do later as well. Thanking the woman behind the counter, I paid her in full and moved along back towards home. Again my eyes drawn to the office as well as the saloon and Jail. This place was becoming a headache and right quick too.

Brushing my hands on my pants, I walked inside the cooler interior of the house and sat down to wait for the wagonload of goods. Whistling a little tune, I kicked off my boots, gun belt and hat, leaned back in the one chair there and watched out the window at nothing more interesting than an old oak tree.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

So she knew...

"You never change do you Camille?"

I rose and stretched, looking down at her and the drab interior that surrounded her, pushing my hat back and off...

"Even when Bloody Bill found you in that saloon you had aspirations to be better than you were"

She had been in another dress...one that came off a rack and not from the finest designer in grand old Paris...a tiny waif that even then had greater visions for herself and would stop at nothing to be better....still there was nothing wrong with wanting to better yourself....what was wrong most times were the methods you failed to use.

"Too bad you chose....the .....slower....gun"

I hooked a hand in the front of her expensive dress and lifted her closer to me, looking into the eyes that widened and were still desirable...

Dragging her bodily down the narrow corridor I welcomed my first guest to the iron hotel, laughing at the irony of it all as she tried to slap and claw my face even as she fell to the grungy cot.

"You remember what it's like to spend an evening in jail, don't you sweetheart?

I swung the heavy door closed, wincing at the creaking hinges and the metallic slam as the bolt locked into place.

"And in case you've forgotten I'll be glad to refresh your memory because you're going to stay in here until your memory returns about the papers...or rot in the dirt you've tried so hard to pull yourself out of"

Her howls of protest grew louder even as I walked down the hallway, her words definately NOT ladylike...and I laughed...and promised as the door swung closed.

"One way or another we'll have that talk"

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He'd found the shower eventually, and spent a nice, long time standing under the water, washing away the dirt of days of walking. Feeling like a new man, he dressed in somewhat more fitting attire, jeans and a button down shirt, and not long after was decending the stairs, his hair still a bit wet from his shower. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes surveyed the room for a moment, then turned towards the bar, searching for the bartender... and hoping the job was still his. It wouldn't be the first time he'd lost a job. Indian blood seemed to do that to you.

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

She screamed in outrage, her face pressed between the bars as she glared at his retreating back.

"GET YOUR WORTHLESS PIECE OF CRAP ASS BACK HERE DIRK! LET ME OUT GOD DAMN IT!" She bellowed out. He kept walking, turning she moved towards the bunk, seeing a tin cup, she grabbed it and hurtled it at his head, barely missing him.


"YOUR WORTHLESS ASS WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT WAS ON THOSE SHEETS!!" She cackled with laughter, "You'll never know! I KNOW WHY YOU BROUGHT ME HERE!" She turned, growling with rage and ripped the bedding from the bunk in her temper trantrum.

"This is NOT how you treat a lady! And this is definately not how you would treat someone who you want information out of! YOU TWIT!" She bellowed out at him again, knowing he could hear her.

"YOU BEST GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND TALK TO ME.........RIGHT NOW!" She tapped her foot, waiting.

 

[Gray Lord]

Marcus Oliver

Marcus picked the rifle up and gave it the once over.

“Sure I can clean it up fine, John, just give me an hour or so.”

He watched as John left his shop. Breaking the rifle down he methodically clean each part, taking the side plate off he took a small brush and cleaned out all the dust and residue. Pouring gun oil onto the working parts, he let it sit a moment before rubbing all the excess off. He ran a cleaning rod down through the bore until it sparkled inside. The rifling still looked good, although it did show signs of wear, but not enough to worry about. Putting the whole thing back together, he grabbed some shells and stepped out the back door.

“Come on Hell, time to eat.” He watched the dog lope off across the prairie and then veer toward Mrs. Fowlers place. “Damn dog,” he said, shaking his head.

He pushed ten rounds into the Winchester, and brought it to his shoulder. He sighted down the iron sights on the bulls eye of the painted target. The first shot was high and to the right by three inches. He took his screwdriver and made a small adjustment to the rear sight. Bringing the rifle up again, he aimed again, the second shot was slightly high still. He made another adjustment and brought it to his shoulder once more. This shot was in the black. Close enough for saloon shooting. He thought.

He looked out across the prairie again, to and old scrub tree standing maybe a hundred and twenty, to a hundred and fifty yards out. He sighted on a small branch hanging down. The shot went wide to the right still. He made another very small adjustment, then took aim again. The branch fell to the ground. Smiling to himself he carried the rifle back inside and ran the cleaning rod down the barrel one last time.

 

[LongWalkHome]

Dirk

I tried covering my ears with my hands....then putting my head in the desk drawer...even tearing small shred of a hanky and pressing that in my ears...and it still didn't work.

"GODAMMITT!" I bellowed and yanked the door open, pounding down the hall and glaring at the mouse with the elephants voice...

"Either shut up, or tell me what you know!"

The tirade only increased and out of desperation....

"I'll let you go to the hotel...take a bath and put on a nice dress...THEN you'll meet me in the morning and tell me"

She fell quiet, her eyes flitting side to side again, then back to mine looking triumphant...

"BUT" I barked at her "You get one dress and one dress only...I keep the others here with all the rest of your luggage!"

We both knew she wouldn't leave her clothing behind, no matter if there were a fire and it was a matter of life or death...she'd go back in and try to save them...

For once she was quiet and simply nodded and I opened the door with the key.

"Let's go"

I walked her to the hotel, introduced her to the clerk and paid for the room, then played my final card.

"Give our guest a hot bath, take her old dress to the cleaners.... THEN in the morning give her the new dress"

I walked out of the hotel, shaking my head and consoling myself...at least in the morning I'd have answers...

 

[Seductive Sin]

Camilia Segrave

Smiling triumphantly, she followed quietly behind the Sheriff with a large grin on her face. She won for the moment and would finally be clean and rested!
"Thank you Dirk for the sweet offer and yes, let's chat in the morning over tea and cakes shall we?" She turned and flashed the clerk her brightest, most innocently sweet smile she could muster up and turned to curtsey towards Dirk, "Thank you Sheriff, good evening to you." Knowing she was putting on act, she didn't care really. She was going to bathe!
Following the quiet mousey looking man upstairs and into her private room, she sighed with pleasure and hurried inside. Her bath would be delivered in an hour and then she could rest.
"The dress, send it down with a maid." He mumbled and left quietly.
Her mind worked a mile a minute, what could she do to secure her future? If it wasn't for her cheating husband and his band of idiots, they'd all be sitting rich right now in some far away place. Instead she was back in this hovel, she was only glad John had no recognized her, or any of his whores. Although most of them looked new, not anyone she recalled from before?
And Nick, darling sweet insecure Nick. How she missed his passionate side, until that bad incident, he was a whole man. Now he was a shadow of his former self. With her hair naturally blonde now and no longer dyed that sickening colour, she was safe from being recognized. Plus she had gained a little weight and was covered up as a proper lady.
Her bath arrived, a shiver passing down her spine as she remembered a night long ago curled in Dirk's arms. Until she betrayed him, she was his favorite. Big mistake as he had pointed out. Shedding her dress, she handed it to the maid, not really giving the gal her attention and shooed them out the door. Shutting it tightly, she stripped and slid into the hot water. Her eyes closed, her lips curving in a smile.
History here in this town, and none of it was all that flattering to recall, but soon she'd show them all! She'd buy this little piss hole and burn it to the ground! She chuckled with glee at the idea of this, their shocked expressions. Who would buy land and buildings only to destroy it?
Something caught her attention and before she could jerk upright to see what it was a body was looming over her.
"Y-You!?" She gasped just before the hands closed around her throat. Eyes wide with fear, she clawed at the heavily protected arms that forced her under water. Splashing water everywhere, it did no good however. The hands blocked her air and held her down, when they released her throat, she instinctively gasped for air and swallowed water into her lungs. Within a few seconds time, Camilia Segrave was dead.