The Bounty Hunters'

Marshall Winters

"Joe, there are a few things you could do." He winked at her, "but for now, just let him play cards and have a little fun. Let him let his guard down."

"Reece and the deputies have their eye on him." His smile broadened. It was the type of smile that brought comfort. His eyes lightened up, saying it will be all right, let the bounty hunter go for a night.
 
Joe

"Let the Bounty Hunter go huh? You dont say? Well......" She cocked a shapely brow at him, and gave a cocky half smile. Standing up from her chair, she moved to his side. He leaned back on two legs, looking so ...? she wasn't sure what he was thinking, but he looked pleased with himself. She stepped on leg over his lap and sat down on him, facing him. She leaned forward a hairs breath away from his face.
"This what you had in mind lawman? Just pretend I like you and relax?" She scooted up a little higher on his thighs, waiting for his reaction to this one. She was brazen and bold. And she was damned good at it too.
Her hands came up to rest against his chest, then slid back behind his head. She toyed with the short hairs on the back of his neck. Her eyes staying on his, she grinned broader.
"Well Marshall? This what you had in mind?"
 
Marshall Winters

Joe always shocked him. He hadn't been this close to a woman for a long time. He had never feared anything in his life. He always had a cool head. For the first time in his life felt blood rush to his face. The Marshall blushed.

"Hell, Joe what are you doing. Your a wild one, just like a fox, unpredictable."

He enjoyed the feeling of a woman. He had no idea what to do.
 
Joe

"What am I doing?" She moved closer on his lap, now sitting right where she needed to be. She smiled and leaned forward, whispering near his ear, "I'm not UP to anything, but are you?" She was pressed tightly to his frame, smiling. He actually blushed! She almost giggled in responce to his red face. It was adorable, to say the least. She pressed her ass into his lap, waiting to see if he dumped her out of the chair or not. He looked like he needed a drink. She twisted her upper body around and poured him a shot of the whiskey she brought with her. She held it before his mouth, waiting.
"Would you like a sip of something sweet? Might help calm your nerves Marshall." She smiled, her jasmine scent filling the air around them. She shifted on his lap a little, on purpose.
 
Marshall Winters

I growing feeling of uneasiness came over him. He was great full for the drink. He took it from her hand and drank it quickly. Only he needed half the bottle not just a shot to calm his nerves.

He put his arms softly around her waist. Looking deep into her eyes, he felt alone with her. This was a side to Joe he had never seen. It made him uncomfortable, but aroused, intrigued, but confused. His eyes questioned hers'. He said nothing.

You could read a million thoughts on is face at once.
 
Joe

He held his silence. This was interesting. Now why wouldn't he speak?
"Gotta frog in your throat Marshall?" She moved closer, his hands coming up behind her. She forgot the world around them, and just looked down into his face. This was not the place to be doing this, but joe was the type to not care. She could hear the Dalton guy laughing at his table, and didn't even turn to look at him. She scooted a little closer, resting against his belt buckle now. She ran a fingertip along his jaw, then up and over his bottom lip.
"Cat got your tongue?" Her breath waft across his mouth as she moved her head a little bit closer.
"And how am I doing at pretending to like you?" Her lips lowered near his, barely brushing against his, not a kiss. but not an accident either. Her eyes kept searching his face. She could feel him responding under her. No man could resist too long, it just wasn't humanly possible. There they sat in the darkest corner of the Saloon, her on his lap. His hands around her tiny waist, and yet neither made a serious move towards the other.
Was he scared of her? Dislike her in some small way? No, he wouldn't be rock hard under her ass if he hated her. She smiled a little, "You know Marshall, I think you are the one who needs more practice pretending to like someone. You aren't cooperating with me here at all hun.. Come on, Don't want someone to think we're acting now do you?" Her lips hovered above his, daring him with her eyes.
 
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Marshall Winters

He searched her eyes. Did he see real passion? Or Joe's game? He opened his lips and brushed over her lips, not a kiss, not yet. He pulled her closer. Her tiny waist filled just one hand. Her breast now pressed against his chest. She rocked on his lap.

Desire started to fill his eyes, somehow a small remark had turned into something more. He did not care. He was intoxicated by the woman on his lap. He drank her in. Then he opened his lips slightly, closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. A nagging thought races thru his mind, "mistake," but it was consumed by passion.

He let his lips drink in her lips. Then he broke off the kiss, looked into her eyes. Then he moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "How is my pretending now?" Softly he kissed her ear. Then down to her neck his lips caressed her. He pulled her closer as his excitement grew.

He stop his kiss. His eyes meet hers. He searched her eyes for something . . . .
 
Joe

She felt the fire spreading out of control. Now he was getting the hang of it! She moaned a little as his lips met hers, sending sparks of exctiment through her body. Pressing closer, she kissed him back. She was pressedd against him as tightly as possible for where they were, and yet it wasn't enough. She had been on the trail too long, either that or she just had this fixation with the sexy marshall beneath her.

He pulled away, moving near her ear. More tingles raced down her spine. "How's my acting now?" His voice was husky, soft. Teasing her even more. His mouth found her ear, kissing gently. Then he moved down further to her neck. She arched, giving him more access. Could she even find her voice to answer him? She wasn't sure, but her hands gripped into his shirt front. Keeping him imprisoned against her, she rocked gently on his lap.

Another sigh and moan escaped her lips, she licked them with her tongue. Trying to find her voice wasn't working to well, but she finally got some thoughts together.
"Much.. much better" She whispered into his ear, her tongue darting out to lap the lobe before her lips sank lower on his skin. his scent and taste was enough to awaken the sleeping giant. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, and now she was more than ready.

But they should stop this public display, right here and right now. But she couldn't bring herself to do it just yet. His hands easily spanned her waist, held her against him. He pulled back, gazing into her eyes. Looking for something, but she didn't know what it was. She shivered slightly, meeting his eyes. She whispered out his name for the first time ever, "Caine?" Confused as to why he stopped, and why she wanted him to keep going.

This was not the behavior of a Bounty Hunter, This was Joe. Her before all this nightmare of a life came about. It was a little strange feeling this way. She, the famous Joe, was always in control over everything. And now she was feeling it slip a little. All over a passionate embrace.
 
Marshall Winters

He found it. There in one word, "Caine." To his recollection Joe had never used his first name. Never became that familiar.

He looked deep into her eyes, held her gaze, then moved his lips to hers. Her lips meet his and for another instant he was alone with her. Everything in the world stopped. He stopped breathing. The noise around him fade away.

He pulled her as close as he could. He felt the small of her back and caressed her. Her hair teased his hands. He lowered his hand and felt her firm round butt. He lifted her gently working his hand tenderly under her. Then he pulled her closer.

There passion amazed him. He was now wild with desire. He did not want to be bound. He wanted to be free of the saloon, free of the people around them and free of the all social roles and lone with the woman on his lap. Her word, her one word, "Caine." Had released him. He groaned with desire.

Across the room a noise beckon him back. He released her. Looked around. There appeared to be nothing.

Once again he looked deep into her eyes. He thought quickly. They need to get out of here. He move to her ear and in a low hushed voice asked, "Did Reece get you a room?"
 
Joe

She looked up into his eyes and nodded her head, "yes.. I have a room." Her voice came out faint and filled with passion. She moaned as he rocked against her, she could feel all of him pressed against her. Her nipples perked up in responce to her thoughts. Did she dare? She glanced around, everyone was busy.
"Let's go to your place Caine.. It's too hard to get into my room without the whole room noticing. I'll leave first, and meet you outside." She stood up and bent down kissing him.
"Dont make me wait too long, please?" She turned and walked out of the saloon. Standing against the railing she waited for him to come out. She had an idea where his place was, but she wasn't sure exactly where.
 
Marshall Winters

He said good night to Reece. Nodded to the deputy. He walked out side.

Outside he found Joe. She was not hard to spot. The street was empty, except for those employed by the United States Marshall's office. The town drunk and an Indian out of sight. It was still.

Joe looked more beautiful outside. The moon light up her face and her hair glowed like gold. He stared at her in admiration of her beauty. The shirt was tight. He breast moved with her breath. Her butt was perfectly shaped by her pants. Seeing her there, caused his passion and desire for her to sore. Desire filled his eyes.

He looked her in the eye. Touched her hand, pulling her close. He whispered in her ear, "My place is town is just a few minutes walk from here." They walked off down the street towards his home.
 
Joe

They walked along in silence, the passion in the air tangible. She followed him down the street and behind the school house. There sat a newly built home. He opened the door and she was in his arms in seconds. She unbuttoned his shirt, as her lips met his in a heated passionate kiss. Her whole body trembled with pent up desire to feel someone touching her. He broke their kiss, letting her pull off his duster and shirt. She pressed up against him once more, her tongue meeting his in a joined dance.

This was moving faster than she thought it would, but did not care. His big hands came down to cup her ass, and pull her into his frame. He was built twice her size, and held her easily. She melted into him, forgetting the rough and hardened Joe, and instead bringing out the feminine one.
 
BELLE

After sending two of her girls to accompany the new cowboy, Belle went back into the saloon. Her sharp eyes picked up Joe in a dark corner with the Marshal.
Wait, are they necking? Was she seeing it right?

She hurried over to the bar where Reece was chatting with a couple of guys. She gestured with her hand, and Reece came over to her. "Look," she said and inclined her head slightly in the direction of the far dark corner.

The she saw with amazement that Joe moved over and straddled Marshal Winter's lap. She gripped Reece's hand that was on the bar, and together they followed the slow dance of passion. The heat they were producing was unmistakable. She knew it had been a long time for Joe, and knowing her, once she unleashed her passion, no man would be enough for her. She had been the same way at that age.

She squeezed Reece's hand as she felt the heat come up in her. It had been too long for her too. But quickly she released Reece's hand, not wanting him to get the wrong ideas. Although they sometimes slept together, and really cared about each other, not just as partners, but as good friends, brother and sister maybe, she didn't want to be proprietary, as they could never be more than that. Reece was about 10 years her junior, and she had educated him in the ways of the flesh when he first came to the whorehouse as a young man. At that time she was Miz Louise's best and most popular whore. Reece took to lovemaking as a natural, and has become the best lover any woman can want. "He still is", she thought, as she smiled at him fondly.

At that moment, she saw Joe disengage herself from Winter's lap, stand up and go out the door. Not long after, Winters followed her out. Belle and Reece looked at each other and smiled.
 
BELLE

OOC: The last was posted by me of course. Don't know why they said unregistered.
 
David Dalton

David watched as the marshall left the saloon with a smile on his lips before he turned back to the game at hand. He knew that he had won a fair bit and he wasn't cheating, for once. He threw a chip onto the table and said, "Okay, let's see what everyone has."

Everyone at the table put down their cards and sighed when David put down his- he had won again. He scooped up his chips then turned to one of the ladies that were seated beside him and said, "Sorry but I have to go and get some fresh air. I will be back but I need a walk."

He got up from the table and pushed the seat back in and said, "Okay, if you deputies want to follow me you are more than welcome. I'll feel safer with you there."

He then walked out of the saloon, a huge smile on his face. He turned and walked down the street, listening to the sounds of the footsteps behind him. He knew that a deputy was following him and he could shoot the poor bastard down before he had a chance but he was here to check the town out and have a little bit of fun.
 
Catherine Dupree

New character:

age: 34
hieght: 5'4"
weight: 110 big chest, and small frame.
Hair Black, eyes Blue.
Intro:

She married Vincent when she was young and stupid. She wanted power and money. And Vincent was those things and more. She liked living on a big ranch, not having a thing to do but sit around all day or do charity work. She had no idea of her Husband's dealings, and didn't wish to know. In her mind their family was perfect and god fearing folk.

It was nearing bed time, and Vincent had gone up to bed. He was always an early riser, she used to be. But there was no need now. They had a cook who did their cooking, laundress, ranch hands, field workers, body guards. The whole nine yards. They made trips now and then into the larger cities by train. Wanting to mingle with the rich like themselves. She stayed fit and trim and kept her beauty. A Govenor needed a beautiful wife. Or so he told her often.

Setting down her Journal, she headed up to bed. Her maid, Sallie, helped her undress and brush out her dark mane. She climbed into bed beside Vincent and fell asleep.
 
Joe

She was just getting into it when there was a pounding on the door and some one calling the Marshall.
"Marshall Winters! Open up. Its me Deputy Lang"
She jerked out of his arms, and turned to the door.
"Something is up, I better get that." He had no shirt on at the moment, and she was still fully clothed. Turning around she opened the door.
"Marsh..... Oh Hi Joe.. Marshall here?" He looked nervous to her.
"What's up Lang? This better be important!?"
He scuffled his feet.
"Well the Marshall told us to keep an eye on Dalton, and well.. He's on the move. Walking around town.. And I wasn't sure what we were to do? Deputy Clark is on him right now, following him around...." He blushed furiously at her dark look.
"Alright, thanks Lang. The Marshall will be out in a second.."
She shut the door in his face, glaring a moment.
"Sorry Caine, I've got to go now... perhaps another time we'll ummm finish this?" She stepped forward and kissed his tightly clenched lips. He did not look happy at all. She couldn't blame him, but there was a price on Dalton's head. And she wanted it!
She turned and opened the door, walking right into Lang.
"Isn't there somewhere else you could be?!" She shoved past him and ran to the Saloon. She needed her guns, and then she would track one of the Dalton's down tonight!
She ran inside, waving hello to Belle and Reece and right into the room.
"Sofie, wake Red for me.." She started buckling on her gun belt and loading her 45's.
 
Marshall Winters

The Marshall watched Joe walk out the door. She her desire to find David Dalton, inspiring, but miss-placed.

He smiled to Lang, tell the staff plan "A" is in effect. Deputy Lang ran off.

He closed the door, smiled. Joe's scent lingered. He took a long deep breath. He went to the back of the house, pulled out his 33 rifle, checked the ammunition, put on his gun belt, gathered his provisions, put on his black shirt, gather his packet saddle bag and check the yard.

He slipped out the back of the house. He entered the barn, saddled his hoarse. He looked again at the yard, it was safe, empty. He road off in no specific direction. He road to a ridge over looking the town and met someone. They talk for a minute.

He then road off.
 
REECE

Things were happening so fast for Reece. his head was spinning. He looked down at his now empty hand, Belle's touch still lingering. The electricty still shot through him with her touch. She never knew how much he cared for her. Reece never knew if it was that she was older that she distanced herself or if it was because he never told her how he felt. Belle certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. She had a great bod for a woman of any age. Coupled with the fact that she knew how to use it to please a man, well the combination was dynamite. Reece never felt more manly than when he was in her arms. He sighed audibly - Belle was so near and yet so far.

Caine and Joe made an erotic couple, his friend may be unaccustomed to the ways of women, but he was a good man. Joe was in one of her wild moods. Heaven help us all.

Suddenly the deputy burst in and said something to Caine that he couldn't quite overhear. Joe bounced right up and ran to the back. Whatever this was, it would have no good end...
 
Vincent Dupree

I see that this one is taken but no one has written under it as of yet. I would like to be Vincent
 
Joe

She came in like a whirlwind and right into Reece's room.
"Reece! Can I get a hand in here!?" She was in a real big hurry. She needed to find extra bullets, but this time of night.. everything was closed but the saloon!
She gathered her hat, gloves, and glanced around. What was she forgetting?
 
Red

With the water finally cooled I climb out of the tub, drying myself with a towel I put on the only girly thing I own and that is a beautiful silken nightgown that Belle had given me some time ago.

Climbing into bed and laying my head down on the pillow, drifting off to dream. Very seldom was it good, mostly nightmares, visions of what those bastards had done to my parents. There were also these dreams that sometimes I hated most, dreams of a young man sweeping me off my feet and treating me like a lady. Those always left me feeling heated with no release, the making of one mean bitch.

Hearing the door slam open I grab my revolver from the stand and pointed it at the door with lightning speed. I look up to see Sophie's frightened face, her words coming out slow between breaths "Miss Red.....Miss Joe......she needs ya!". Quickly, I dress in record time, slipping on my boots and strapping my gun belt to my hips I head for the door, frantically braiding my long hair as I head to Reece's room to find Joe.

Walking into the room "Hey girl, what in the world is goin on?" a look of confusion on my face. "Joe do you want that hair of yours braided and out of the way?" I watched as she picked up her hat and gloves, her hair falling all around her as she does so.
 
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REECE

Reece heard Joe's call and went back in his room. He saw that she was dressing to leave, and he knew who she was after. He got angry -

"Tarnation, woman! Stop this, don't be a ridin off all half cocked in the middle of the night. Belle! Belle! Git in here and talk some sense into Joe n Red. Hell she don't listen to me none."

He knew she was unstoppable. Despite his better judgement, he opened the drawer gave her the ammo she needed. He hugged her and said-

"Watch your back"
 
Joe

She turned to Red, "Go saddle our horses, and get old man Tucker to help. I'll be right there to explain!" She turned grabbing the bullets from Reece, "Thank you.." She went back to putting things in there place. She needed her saddle bags. Where were they? She glanced around. Tearing off her hat, she started to braid her hair in a half assed attempt.
"Reece, tie this off for me please.." She turned around handing him a strip of rawhide and her back.
"Don't lecture me Reece on going after the Dalton's. You know why I am doing it. I need that money, so I can leave this damned job behind and be able to open something more to my liking.." She turned around thanking him for tying it. She tip toed up and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Don't worry about me Reece, my time will come or it wont. And Daltons or no won't stop that from happening, or hurry it in any way." She stood in the room, a little lost.
"Wait. Why did I have the horses saddled? David Dalton is walking around town!?" She growled, She was losing her mind tonight. All this damned sexual frustration was eating at her. She sat on the bed a moment.
"I just need to calm down a second here before I lose it completely. What Am I doing!?" She gave Reece a helpless look and sat there. This whole night has been a total insane mix up! She groaned out, and she was kissing the Marshall?!! What was wrong with her?! She held her head in her hands, at a total loss. It was nearing midnight, why would she go off half cocked at midnight to chase down the Dalton Gang? Like that was smart or something?
"Sofie!' She came running in, "Yes miss Joe?"
Joe sighed heavily, "Go get Red back in here. Its too late tonight to go after the Dalton Gang. We both need sleep and I am NOT thinking rationally at all here.."
Sofie left to go find Red, and Joe just sat there.
"Reece, Do I ever make sense? To anyone? Or am I just crazy?" She looked up where he stood, trying to read his face.
 
REECE

Reece was very glad that Joe was coming around to her senses. He called out:

"Belle, never you mind. This hell cat is in for the night, gonna get her some sleep"

Turning back to Joe, he looked her in the eyes. She was confused, and needed a friend. But there was something more there. Perhaps it was the raging horniness she had from her aborted coupling with the Marshall. Perhaps it was Reece seeing Joe sitting on his own bed in his room and wishing for more. Reece said -

"Stand up Joe."

When she did, he gave her a big tender bear hug, and held her tightly for several minutes. He lifted up her chin so that she looked at him bare inches separated their faces now -

"Its not you. You make a lot of sense to me. You just made a wise choice to stay. I'll always be here for you, whatever you need, I'll give it..."

The electricity in the room was crackling for Reece as he awaited her response. There was no telling what she would do next ...
 
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