Lonstar: Promise Land TX

OOC: Ok this Is Closed Fore me and Sexual_Muse. But this is a thre Part Story This is only part one Cheack link to Join A Story. OOC: Lonstar


IC:
It was a hot day in the small town of promise land TX. The local sheriff Sat Out side his Office watching over the town as every one went On Their business. Now the serif, Jack Mc'quien Was a good Serif and Every one felt safer when he was around he was a big Hoss of a man. And Now I don't mean hoss as in fat cause he wasn’t Fat He was Big like John Wayne and he had Rough chiseled good looks Like Clint Eastwood in A fist full of dollars. Now he was the youngest sheriff the town had ever seen. He always kept an eye out for trouble, but the preacher’s wife was always trying to set him up with some one. He didn’t really want to settle down He was happy just Talking to the women in the solon, besides he had always had a crush on Sara McCall.

Jack sat against the wall of the Sheriffs Office Watching the streets soon he'd be riding out to watch after a stage tonight. When Sara McCall Walked By heading to The Solon. Now Sara’s Father owned the Solon and the Hotel That Jack lived at. Sara was probably going to tend the bar for here dad or Brother. Jack Stood up And head to words the Bar for A beer before he leaves

Jack stood up from where he sat and Started towards the bar. He had a little crush on Sara, she was just so pretty but he wouldn’t tell her that, to shy. Jack stepped in to the empty bar, he noticed Sara Up on a latter putting away so classes behind the bar. He ad mired her Form In her dress.

He really should have been thanking about the Kissing Bandit that’s been robbing all the stage couches when they Came to or left the town. But All Jack saw was Sara.

“You need help Missy”

“You need help Missy” The sheriff asked as Sara placed the last glass up.

Sara came down off the ladder and narrowed her mixed green gray eyes at the man who had just called her Missy. "How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Sara not Missy?" Laughed the young girl picking up a shot glass to dry it off. Avoiding the fact that there was about twenty nine glasses left. "Now is there anything you need help with Mister?" Teased Sara tucking back a stray blond curl behind her ear. Sara set down the now dry shot glass and picked up another one to restart the process. Looking behind her Sara wished that she was taller then her five' four'' self.

“I Know, I know I can’t help it, politeness is in my nature Sara.” Jack says as he stairs in to her eyes getting lost deep in her eyes. He shifts in his Seat as he absintmindly Orders a bottle of whisky
“ So Sara What are you doing to marrow Night it is Saturday ?”

Sara smiled thinking to herself that if all went well she would be counting her money that was rightfully stolen tonight. "I haven't a clue." sighed the girl in fake depression. "I've not a friend in town that I could spend it with." Sara's lips pouted out as she got Jack a bottle of whiskey and poured the first shot for him.

He smiled as he took the shot class form her hand caressing hers as he did son sending tingles of excitement trough his had. God was she beautiful in his eyes.

“Well I was thinking I could take you to the Dance Tomorrow night.”

Jack made small talk with Sara as he had 4 more shots it was actually 2 more than he intended. Jack’s deputy came in and reminded Jack about the trap they are setting for the bandit. When He turned back around to Sara She started to ask him what the deputy was talking about.

"What trap?" Sara asked a mask of fear covering her face. "You're not going to go put yourself in danger are you? I mean I'm going to say yes to tomorrow dance so you have to be safe." Sara pouted her lip out a bit and poured Jack another shot. Resting her elbow on the bar counter Sara placed her chin in her hands and gave Jack a look that could make the heaven cry.

“ I won’t be in any trouble Sara. The Plan is sound, Im Just going to Be hiding in the coach where the money is suppose to Be. We are actually Going to putt the money In The horses’ collars. The Kissing Bandit want find nothing but me.”

Jack Smiled At Sara as He picked his hat up off the bar and put it back on. “Well im gonna get goin’ darlin’ .” Jack stood up and started to head out the door To Go get his plan in to action. After jack and his deputy Loaded the banks money into the horses’ collars. Than he got in to Place As The stage Driver Started to Role out the sun was getting ready to Go down.

"I won’t be in any trouble Sara. The plan is sound, I'm just going to be hiding in the coach where the money is suppose to be. We are actually going to putt the money in the horses’ collars. The Kissing Bandit won't find nothing but me. Well I'm gonna get goin’ darlin’.” Jack said putting on his hat as he walked out of the saloon.

Sara smiled sweetly until the sheriff left and then the smile slowly turned to one of dark evil joys. "PAPA!!" Sara screamed tears starting in her eyes. Throwing shot glasses on the floor and laid herself dawn making sure to stay clear of the broken glass.

As sure as the sun setting James ran down the stairs at the sound of his daughter's scream. When he turned the corner and saw Sara laying on the floor with glass all around her he panicked. "Sara are you alright?" James asked running to his daughter's side to pick her up off the floor. Mindful of the arm that she clutched to her chest. She was crying and it broke his heart to see his little girl like that. "What happened?" He asked in a soft voice as he sat Sara in a chair.

Sara brushed away her tears with her free arm and looked down at the ground. "I didn't mean to Papa. It was an accident." Sara had the guilty, feel bad look down to an art. "I was putting the glasses away when I fell. The shot glasses I was hold fell with me and I hurt me arm. Oh Papa I'm sorry for breaking your glasses." Tears once again ran down Sara's face as she told her story. "Please don't be mad at me." She sobbed.

James looked down at his little girl and gave her a big hug. "I'm not mad at you Babe doll. I know you didn't do it on purpose. Oh there, there. Is your arm okay?" James hushed as he once again picked Sara up and carried her to her room. "Now you rest that arm and I'll make sure no one bothers you for the night."

Sara turned big doe eyes at her father. "My arm still hurts a bit and it's my night to work." The tears had stopped when her father placed her at the entrance to her room.

"It's alright your brother will take your night. Now go get some sleep young lady." James said opening Sara's bedroom door. He gave her one last hug and watched her enter her room and close the door.

"I love you Papa." Sara whispered as she hugged her father before she closed her bedroom door and locked it. Once safe behind to door Sara dropped her other arm and listened for her father to walk down stairs. "Off to work." Sara sang as she crawled out her window and made her way to the end of town where the old blacksmith's was.

It didn't take her long to get dressed and to ready her horse. In fact time seemed to fly by when a gal gets to having some fun. Sara hummed a little song as she swung up into the saddle. "If all goes well tonight we'll be a good deal richer." Sara said patting the neck of her horse as she took off into the darkening night.

It wasn't that hard to find the coach surrounded by the sheriff's men. Nor was it that hard to get their attention. A few gun shots here, a few there and soon they were chasing her. "Ah come now boys give me a run for my money." The Kissing Bandit laughed aiming her gun at the doors of the coach and shooting. Smiling as the lock broke off in pieces to fall on the ground. Making sure as to not to kill the men the Kissing Bandit shot shoulder, arms, legs hands and feet. Anything to get them down but nothing to do enough harm to stay for a life time. Well except the scar here and there. Already two men were down and three remained, if you counted the sheriff in hiding. "What your boss couldn't make it to our date?" The Kissing Bandit would have laughed again if a bullet didn't graze the side of her arm. Leaving her hissing in pain. "Bastard!" She cursed kicking her horse into the night to withdraw before she came back again. It was like peek a boo. Now you see me and now you don't tho the Kissing Bandit hadn't planned on playing can you see me so soon.