Full Moons and Smoking Barrels

Darlene wiped down the counters, refilled all of the condiment containers on the tables, had the busboy sweep off the stage, made sure there was enough ice, and put the extra money from the register into the safe as she readied the saloon for the evening crowd. That afternoon had been rather slow, as it always was on a weekday. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of those troublesome Young boys today, but that would probably change soon.

Darlene Ford had taken over the salloon from her late husband. He'd been shot, mysteriously, while rodeoing in Kansas City several years ago. First she'd been told it was the bronc. Then she was told he'd shot himself accidentally with his own gun. Well **THAT** she'd known hadn't been true - William Ford had been the best gunslinger she knew, and in fact had saved her from a life of prostitution back in the day. She'd been young, barely 18, when he'd found her in the upscale barroom, toted along by her own mother who'd made a living that way. William had graciously married her, saving her from her life, and brought her here, to Elk Hollow, and had lovingly cared for her for years before his untimely demise. She'd gotten pregnant once or twice, but never seemed to be able to carry them to term, and it had made her wonder what things she may not remember from her childhood....
But none of that mattered any longer. After her husband had died, the salloon almost went out of business, and Darlene had to take her life into her own hands. She'd started a business like the only one she'd known, though much more upscale than the people here were used to. She'd gotten several young ladies off of the streets and working honest jobs.... Now, what they did on their own time, upstairs in their boarding room she provided as part of their wages, well that was their own business. Long as they gave her a percentage of whatever they might make, just to keep it quiet from the sherrif. But, ole' Charlie was a good'n, and she was sure he knew, and simply kept it under wraps. He'd taken kindly to Darlene right from the start, and she finally broke a smile as she thought of him....

Rough old man. Maybe someday she'd get the proof she needed, and she'd have that sherrif round up that Spencer Young, and all his boys, too. How else would they have known about her place, her girls, to even come to Elk Hollow... but that they'd ran into her husband? They denied it, but Darlene knew in her heart what had happened... if she could just prove it. Someday. Someday soon, maybe.
Ah, here was the first customer now!

"Well hidee there, Mr. Weston? Usual?" She poured the ale, handed it to him, and hummed a merry tune as she went about her work, wondering who might wander in the place today, and which of the girls would first make their way down the spiralling stairway. They waited tables, wore what they wished, and again, beyond that it was out of Darlene's control. Well, kinda.

Sheriff Paton

OOC:
Sheriff Charles Patton
H:6'2"
W:225lb
Brown hair, mustache, and goatee
Crack shot with his twin Colt 45 revolvers

Sheriff Patton had been mixed up in some shady deals in his younger years in the "Wild West". When he decided to settle down and live life right, he moved himself and his orphaned niece to the little town of Elk Hollow. He knew it probably wasn't the best place to take his niece seeing as one of the main business in town was prostitution. But, she had been a working girl when he took her in. As a matter of fact, that was what had gotten her father killed. He had tried to get her away from the brothel owner who was not only making money off of her, but was taking more than money from her for himself.
Technically prostitution was illegal in these parts, but the sheriff didn't want to shut the saloon down. It made a tidy profit and gave the cattle men another reason to stop in town. Besides, he didn't want to upset Darlene. She was a beautiful woman and a widow besides. He secretely longed for her to share his bed.

IC:
Sheriff Paton was pissed. Who the hell was Weston to come into his office and try to tell him how to run his town. Everyone in town except Weston himself knew his daughter was a big flirt and had probably gotten herself into a situation with Dirk Young she could have avoided.

The Young boys all in all weren't bad boys as long as you didn't get in their way when they were blowing off steam. Sure, there were rumors about them from before they came to Elk Hollow, but hell the shriff himself had been on the wrong side of the law once or twice before settling down here. Good thing the townsfolk didn't know about some of those dealings or they'd probably run him out.

But, the town was starting to go to hell in a hand basket since the Young family moved to Elk Hollow. Way to much gun shootin' goin' on. Somebody ws going to die before to long.

The sheriff decided it was time for a whiskey and headed out the door to go to the saloon. Besides, seeing Ms. Ford would lighten his day anytime.

Samantha James
24 Years Old
H: 5 ft 6
W: 125 lbs
Chest: 36 D

Rumor holds that she related to a certain "other" famous James. Exhuberant, flirtatious, and a dead-on shot, its hard to keep the girl quiet; though she still keeps an eye on what's happening around her.... and swears to know nothing of the "completely coincidental" thefts that follow her.
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IC:
The brunette walked into the saloon, her blue eyes hidden fairly well beneath the black hat she pulled down over them. Adjusting from the sun to the dim lights of such a place was a heckuva change... but the smell of the liquor was enough to bring a grin back to her face, pushing the hat back and letting it hang off the back of her neck.

From her shoulder hung a small leather bag, and about her waist, two holstered Colt 45's. Closer inspection would reveal the inscriptions of For the second best James on the butt of both. Of course, she would never tell where they came from... Which only added to the rumors. Perhaps the gift of an infamous relative?

"'Scuse me," She said with a large smile, tapping her fingers against the wood. "Could ya tell me where I could get a room? I'll be in town for awhile, but money's a bit of an issue..."

Victoria

Victoria’s pink lips murmured wordlessly as a soft voice drew her from a deep sleep to the twilight state of partial wakefulness. Thick black lashes fluttered on fair pink cheeks but the resistance of a hand on her hip stilled her body as it started to stir. Her small hand lifted to push aside the dark curls that spilled across her forehead. Gently sighing, she opened her eyes, and when she saw him looking down on her, she blushed quite prettily for a whore.

“Good morin’, sir.” Her soft voice still carried traces of her Virginia childhood.

Despite her blush, no false modesty made her clutch the blanket to her breast; she simply smiled up at him. More wakeful now, she moved to sit up, and again, at it did in her sleep, his hand held her still. His hand held her not with force, but with her unwillingness to resist it.

She had not intended to spend the night in bed with any man. She had come to the saloon just to help Darleen with a busy night at the bar but in a young whore, the old habits died hard. She vowed to do better, and make this the last time. It was the least she could do for an uncle who has tried to save her. Someday she would learn to resist, someday.

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Name: Victoria Patton
Age: 19
Description: 5’2” 100lbs, proportionately curved for her small size. She has a hand-spanned waist and each round breast is a handful of its own. Her dark hair is long, curling, her mouth is a perfect pink cupid’s bow, and her eyes are deep indigo.

Victoria

She was accustomed to being desired, lusted after, and used and on more than one occasion even abused, but nothing she had experienced prepared her for the simple intimacy of his behavior. He spoke to her, forehead to forehead in a whispering voice that almost purred. The throb in his voice started a sympathetic throbbing in her belly that he strengthened with his kiss.

“Now I don’t think you wanted to get out of this bed just yet, now did ya’ little lady?” Although not certain what she wanted she shook her head, “No.” she whispered in the soft voice nature gave her as her lips unconsciously fell into an invitation to be kissed. Again.

Deep and more passionately, he kissed her again, but this time she shared the kiss, she shared her mouth and her tongue with him as she kissed him in return. His tongue pressed into her lips and her lips eagerly parted for him. Their tongues met and desire enflamed as he moved between her legs. Her body encouraged him, her back arching her chest upward, attempting to press against his. Without a thought, her body instinctively spread her legs wider, offering him another invitation.

"We still have one last thing to do...", he purred.

Her eyes of indigo widened as he scraped his nails up her belly to her breast and she felt a shiver of fear as she suddenly wondered what that last thing would be. Her mind relaxed as he caressed her breast and she moaned at the delightful pleasure of his thumb brushing her nipple. Her contented moan turned to a startled whimper as he mixed subtle pain into the pleasure.

Duane Young rode into town a smug look on his face, he'd been lurking near the new teachers house and seen her in her undergarments, not that he hadn't seen women in their 'wear with all' before, hell all he had to do was ride thru town and look up ,the whores always had something to show.

But this teacher she was clean different, a lady ,a real genuine lady , it had taken all his self control not to get himself in her house and take her, he was 18 now just but if she had been up for it well a good old boy just had to do for her, and his Pa had said he could get himself a woman or two when he turned 18 and had the money for it.

Well he had the money now....sold the teachers husbands gold watch that he'd left in his jacket outside his barn to some salesman travelled outta town....well that'll teach the old man a lesson if you're going to take a young wife best pay attention to her when she was near naked than be working.

Duane looked at the faces passing him...most didn't look at him but he caught the eye of a few ..mainly woman folk...he knew that he had good looks, his thick blond hair sweep around his deep blue eyes , eyes that saw everything especially woman folk.

Duane reached Darlenes place...he liked her , like to do a few things to her now that she didn't have no husband....poor guy shot himself in a fit of shits , that brought a smile to his face...that was the story anyway.

Duane had been there when her husband had been made dead ...old enough to hold a gun old enough to use a gun old enough to see a gun being used that was what his Pa had told him years ago....Duane had lived that motto ...he was fast...fast and true but he ain't never shot no man dead....not yet anyhow.

Duane walked into the bar and walked over to Darlene "Give me a whiskey there .....you're looking fine today ma'am if you don't mind me saying" he eyed her up , she'd be good to have

Dirk Young sighed as he rode into town. His damn fool brother Duane was going to get himself killed one of these days. Why just today he'd been sniffing around the teacher-lady.

Dirk had learned a lot in his twenty five years, and one of the things he'd learnt when he was just fourteen was that you don't mess around with another man's wife. No roll in the hay was worth the risk of getting shot from behind while sneaking out the back door or getting made to dance the hemp fandango - no wife with any brains would do anything other than cry rape if you were caught, and no husband with any balls would officially doubt it.

Thankfully it looked like his brother was heading to Widow Darlene's place. Which meant Dirk was free to go induge his passions in the saloon. No, not the ladies of questionable virtue, well, not immediately. Instead, Dirk was looking forward to a week of newspapers and magazines from Back East.

He left Bucephalus standing outside the saloon - he was a good horse, and tying him up might be the last mistake Dirk ever made.

Victoria

Victoria smiled as Spencer maneuvered the sheet off her, and she stretched, slightly arching her back, appropriately displaying her body to his hungry eyes. Reassured by his pets, her thighs gently squeezed him, as if they were already trying to pull him inside her.

She whimpered as he raked his nails into the soft skin of her back but her body moved for him as he posed her for his designs. As his head lowered to her smoothly arched body, she heard his seductive voice say, “Such a sweet girl you are, and to imagine...you’re all mine.” His words and his tone sent a quiver through her. The possessive nature of his words at odds with the velvet of his tone confused the little whore. Should she be flattered or afraid? While her mind puzzled the question her body made its own choice and squirmed as with words alone her heightened her growing arousal.

He teased and tantalized her breast, pulling soft moans from her beautiful lips, and causing a restless tossing of her head that spilled dark curls over her pale shoulders. Nevertheless, he was not satisfied, there was more, and he covered her sex with his hand. His warm calloused flesh against her delicate heat, and her hips instinctively flexed, giving her sex to him, pushing it into his hand. She murmured a faint protest as his hand clutched at her bottom, but she was too yielding, she lacked the strength to dissuade him. With increasing roughness, his finger penetrated her tight little hole, as his hand callously rubbed against her heated sex. She groaned but her hips undulated in response to his harsh touch as her hands grabbed at him, transmitting to him her conflicting desires to push him away and pull him closer.

Sheriff Paton

"Aw hell" Thought the Sheriff. "The Young's are comin' to town." He had seen Spencer's horse tied up in back of the saloon and figured he had been there all night again with some low moraled whore.

When Duane walked in and started to flirt with Darlene, he almost jumped out of his chair in the corner. "No" he thought, "he ain't done nothin' wrong. Not yet nayway." He turned and looked out the window to see Dirk Young riding into town. "This could be bad" he thought. The last time these three were in town together, there was a big fight here in the saloon.

It had spilled out into the street and someone ended up getting shot in the leg. Since all three of the Youngs and a couple of the other guys had shot their guns, he had no way of knowing who shot the man. He had his suspicions, but no proof.

He couldn't help but wonder where Victoria was today, he didn't remember her coming home last night, but he'd gone to bed early and gotten up early. She had come down to the saloon to help Darlene with a particulary busy night. And he hadn't seen her since.

He got up went to the bar and asked Darlene "You ain't seen Victoria around have ya Darlene?"

Samantha took a glance over her shoulder to the man calling out to the barkeep, a gentle curse coming from her lips as she saw the star on his vest. Of course her first stop would be in the same place as the Sheriff. She had to chuckle, though, as a thought came to her- She should have expected to find him in the saloon. That's where they all ended up spending most of their days anymore...

She gave a long whistling sigh, readjusting her bag as she stepped outside. There certainly were some gorgeous horses in this town. Her own hadn't made it the last 40 miles of the ride... Her guns had put the poor boy out of his misery after the fall they took off one of the gorges. Her own body was still feeling the souvineirs of that, a strong possibility of a broken rib or two on her left side as she walked. She just brushed it off, though. Pain meant nothing when attempting to keep a low profile.

Still, these horses... Something to keep in mind when hunting for a replacement.

Sheriff Paton

Charlie couldn't help but notice the woman walk out of the saloon. He sai to Dalrene, "Never mind, i'll catch up with her later."

The shreiff turned and followed the lovely brunette out of the saloon. He couldn't help but notice the way she eyed the horses tied in front. He strolled up beside her "Afternoon ma'amm" he said. "Wonderful weather we're havin' ain't it? You ain't from around here are ya. I can tell, most women in Elk Hollow either work for Miss Ford in there or are married and havin' babies. I can tell by your clothes, you ain't doin' either of those" he looked her in the eyes and saw the most stunning blue eyes he'd ever seen.

"Say, did I hear you say you were lookin' for a place to spend a couple a nights Miss..." he waited for her reply. "Samantha" she replied. "Miss Samantha, well, tell ya what my niece and I have this big ole house on the edge of town. There's four bedrooms, and we only need two of 'em. You'e welcome to one if you'd like" he said innocently. "Now don't get me wrong ma'am I ain't lookin' for any kind of special favors, just offerin' you a place to sleep. For rent, all you have to do is help out with some of the chores around the place."

Samantha panicked a bit as he stepped behind her, but the gentle tone in his voice threw her off completely. "Heh. Naw, I ain't here for Miss Ford's place.. and I'm not the baby-raisin' kind. More of a wanderer, me.. Runs in my blood."

She turned around, leaning against the building as she looked at him. Such a kind face to him... damn, she felt like a heel to be considering the things she was. Now, now. She couldn't let herself be getting soft over some doe-eyed Sheriff. Still, his offer was a bit... tempting.. but what an ackward situation...

"You're offering me a room?" She raised an eyebrow. "I gotta say, I'm... a bit flattered at that, sir... but ya just met me. You sure you want some strange woman wanderin' your house?" She raised her head a bit, folding her arms. "Not sayin' I can't handle any chores you ask of me, of course. You'd be surprised at what I can handle..." She grinned.

Sheriff Paton

"Well, ma'am, how much trouble could a pretty little thing like yourself be? Besides, you'd be stayin' at the sheriff's house so you probably couldn't cause to much trouble." Charlie said to Samantha.

"Not sayin' I can't handle any chores you ask of me, of course. You'd be surprised at what I can handle..." She grinned.

Charlie thought he saw a grin on her face with her last statement. Probably my imagination he thought.

"Besides, most nights around here it ain't safe for a woman to be alone. And, I have the newest place in town. So, what d'ya say Samantha, can I interest you in a big ole feather bed?"

He just had to bring that up, didn't he?
"Sheriff's place. Yeah... No trouble at all." Samantha sucked in a breath a bit with that. *Damn, time t' be a good girl for awhile...*

"Ya know what, sir? I'll take your offer. Just let me know what ya'd like me to do for a first payment, and I'll do my best to help out." She smirked at his comment on town not being safe at night. He had no idea... but it wasn't women that needed to be worried.

Sheriff Paton

"Well then Samantha, lets see if we can get you settled in. 'll think about your payment on my way to the house."

They walked over to the Sheriffs office so he could get his horse. "Where's your horse Samantha" he asked. She explained what happened to him on her way into town. The Sheriff said "No problem, I have one you can ride while you're in town" and helped her onto the back of his horse.

As they trooted through town, the sheriff could feel her breasts pressed into his back as she held onto him. It caused some very unexpected thoughts to run through his mind. Not that he didn't find her attractive, he just thought he only had eyes for Darlene. "Guess not" he thought.

"That's real nice of ya, Sheriff." Samantha smiled, taking his hand and hopping up behind him on his horse with ease. A real gentleman, he was...
And it made her feel lower and lower.

She wrapped her arms about his waist as he brought her to his house, looking around the town as they passed through. Much better than the last place she had stopped in... there had barely been a soul left in the whole town. Here, though, it was bustling away, people passing about in every direction. Sheriff certainly had his hands full here.

"Your place is real pretty, Sheriff." Sam smiled, peeking over his shoulder as they came up to it. Her hands drifted up, her palms holding tightly to him through his vest and coat. Travelling about for so long had left her a bit... wanting.. in certain departments... Her body had no concerns on who it played with, though her mind was absolutely paranoid of what was going on.

Dirk was walking in to the saloon when the sherrif came storming out looking like someone pissed in his oatmeal. He hoped his brother hadn't done anything stupid. In fact, the sherrif was in such a mood he nearly bumped into Dirk his way out.

"Well How do, Sherrif Patton?"

The sherrif ignored him, but Dirk was going to wait to bring that issue up. Maybe he'd let it slide for now since Charlie was focused on a rather attractive young woman.

Dirk nonchalently leaned on the wall of the saloon, watching their conversation, and the street in general with his normal expression of vague superiority. One foot was propped up on the wall, and his hand was on his gun (Dirk only carried one pistol, and wasn't particularly keen to use it, far preferring to settle things with fists or a knife). His hand was only there because it was a comfortable resting place but it served as a useful deterrent for any of the less friendly locals.

Well, looked like the sherrif was getting a new house guest. Very interesting, the newspapers could wait for a little while - the events were days old, and reading about them wasn't going to change anything.

Sheriff Paton

"I'm glad you like it Samantha, or can I call you Sam? Let me show you to your room, and I'll fetch some water while you settle in so you can clean up if you like." He helped her off the horse, never forgetting that his mother had taught him to always be a gentleman. He swung down from the horse when he knew she had her feet fimrly under her.

"If you want, I'll show you around a little when you're ready" he said as they walked to the door. He fished a key out of his pocket to unlock the door. "Ever since those damn Young's come to town, people have had to lock things up" he said non chelantly.

They walked through the house to the stairs and headed up. "This here's my room" he said pointing to the first door at the top of the steps. "That's my niece Victoria's room ath the end there, and you can have your pick of either of these two rooms." he showed her the two rooms and she selected the room next to his.

The room was descent sized for the times and had a big four poster feather bed in the midle of one wall. There was a small dresser and a dressing tabl on the oposite wall from the bed and two good sized windows on the wall oposite the door.

"Feel free to use the dresser for your thing if you want. I'll go fetch you some water" he said. When turning to leave, he ran smack into her and had to grab her shoulder to keep her from falling over. The touch was electric. "Pardon me ma'am, I'm terribly sorry. Sometimes I get in such a big hurry, I don't even know where I am." He looked at her to see if she had felt the electricity too.

Victoria and Spencer

Victoria continued her restless tossing beneath his forceful hand and despite her conflict, she mewed when his hand pulled away and his touch ceased. Her mind wanted to escape, wanted to pull away but her lascivious body was still caught in the web of lust. When he slipped his finger into her, her body reacted quicker than her mind, her hips tilted, and her legs opened wider. The solid length and probing tip of his finger moved against her in warm tunnel, reaching and stroking as her body writhed. She startled as the second finger entered her, filling her as the lone finger did not. He plunged and ground into her, pulling out his fingers only to thrust them back in. In desperation, her hips rose to him and the walls of her tunnel clenched vainly around him, she tossed her head in denial but never tried to pull away or to stop him. Afraid of what she might say, she refused to speak at all. As his thumb joined in tormenting her, stroking her pearl, her chest heaved as fought to control her body’s desire to give in to him completely.

He whispered to her, things that she could only half hear over her heart’s pounding. Once these words would have flattered her, now they frightened her. She knew the soft tone, she knew it would weaken her mind as his touch had weakened her body. Soon, she would be defenseless against him, soon there would be nothing left of her.

“Mmm, such a sweet gal; and you’re all damp and ready, tell me sweetheart, you want me to thrust my prick deep into your warm body?”

She felt his tongue flicker against her lips, and as he rose away from her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body to him. Her expression was one of shame and despair but her voice, hoarse and deepened from her near continuous moans, told of her lust, “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

"Sam's fine, sir," Samantha said with a smile, looking around the room as he led her to it. It was so homey. So comfortable.
She felt so ackward in it.

Her eyes glided to the bed, her smile growing at the thought of a good night's sleep on a bed like that. She hadn't managed to have one of those in weeks. She set her bags down, starting towards it- and colliding right with the Sheriff.

"Oh-!"

She gave him a surprised look as he grabbed her shoulder, helping her keep her balance. She swallowed hard, giving a slight laugh. "Naw, that.. that was my fault. I've always been a bit of a clutz..." A shiver came to her as his hand continued to rest on her arm.