Aurora Borealis

[Maid of Marvels]

The Lady that's known as... Lou

Lou watched with a half smile as the gamblin' man threw the bills down. How like a man, she thought. Thinking money will fix everything. It did indeed, but not for the reasons they thought it did.

She chuckled aloud at her own private joke. Couldn't help it, really. Some said that money was the root of all evil and they might be right, but Lou knew that money was a means to an end and without it you didn't get very far.

"So... Gamblin' Man. You have a name?" She asked knowing that he full well expected a tirade of some sort. The locals called him 'Cowboy', but that's not what she wanted to hear. If he was going to be working for her she needed to know his real name.

Lou heard the soft rustle of a newspaper behind her and grinned even bigger. James. With the high backed chair turned toward the window, she was certain he thought he was unobserved. (Or hoped he was.) She counted her blessings every day that she had found him all those months ago. That they were life partners, she never had a doubt.

Turning her attention back to the defiant looking man, she put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot like an impatient mother. "Well? Cat got your tongue?"

 

[Graybread]

Tad feels dumb like.

Tad immediately grabbed a chair and sat down. “Yes Ma’am,” he said. “I mean Anna.”

He stood back up and leaned his rifle against the wall, within easy reach, just incase the scuffle should carry into the kitchen. He hung his hat over the barrel, and sat back down.

“Ma’am … Miss Anna, gol darn it!” Tad exclaimed, frustrated. “Ma’am, could I please call you Annie? I would sure be easier for me.”

“Si, Tad,” she said, glancing at him sideways and smiling. “Per favore, call me Annie.”

“Well….Annie, I don’t know if that means ok or not, but them sure are purdy words you use. I wished I could speak better words, but my Pa says I’m big as an ox and twice as dumb.” He started to laugh at his joke but stopped in mid laugh. “Ma’am, Annie,” he corrected himself. “Could you teach me to speak better words, ya know, rap me on the knuckle or something, like my Ma used to do, when I say something dumb like.”

Tad felt embarrassed asking Annie to teach him to speak correctly, but he did feel dumb when he misused words. Other people didn’t speak as he did, and he wanted to feel like he fit in around other people, not dumb. He liked Annie, he felt comfortable around her, even though they had just met, and he thought maybe they could become a friends. She was intelligent, and pretty, and most importantly, she could cook. He looked around the kitchen until he spied the washbasin; he rose from his chair and walked over to it. He poured some water into the bowl and rinsed his hands in it.

“There is soap beside the bowl,” Annie said, without looking up from her work.

Tad reached down and picked the soap up, to wash his hands properly. “Yes Ma’am,” he whispered to himself, smiling. When he had finished he walked back over to his chair and sat down.

“Annie,” he began. “If you’d like, I could help you fix them fiddles….food,” he corrected himself. “And I’d sure like it if you was to sit and eat with me. And I could sleep in that storeroom too; jus someplace out of the cold. I been sleepin on the ground for an awful long time.”

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The Entrepreneur Adventurer - René Delacroix

ooc Well, if Im going to be off in my own little world here...
IC:



*The wine came, and a resounding cheer echoed through the remaining patrons of the bar as their free beers came about, courtesy of the lucky bastard with the gold nugget. sighing with the feeling of accomplishment, he reached in to pop the cork.. he was already mentally composing his wire to the men in New York. He could almost see it now...*


Dear Gentlemen of the board, (Stop)

Gold Found, Fair sized deposit in 2nd Claim, (Stop)

We will proceed with mining immediately, (Stop)

Expect more information as it is gathered,(Stop)

Signed, René De La Croix.(stop)


*Removing the cork with a satisfying 'Pop!' He poured a glass of the unusually good red..examining the bottle, and then he let out a low whistle. a Bordeaux, 1812. He wondered where in the name of little ducklings the owner found this class of wine. But René certainly wasnt going to complain, with a flourish he set down the bottle and picked up the semi-full glass, inhaling the sharp, tart scent of the beverage, a smile tugging faintly at the corners of his mouth, then he sipped the offering with a relish, Enjoying the one thing he truely missed from his homeland, the world class wines. He did note several ladies of..negotiable virtue sizing him up. But he ignored them. He was too busy for such nonsense. He made a mental note to contact the local bank manager...he had to take his cut right off the top, or the gentlemen might try to have him removed from the land of the living perminantly to keep him from taking his fair share. With a sigh for the stupidity of such merchants, he took another sip of the red offering. All in all, an excellent choice. He decided that before he left, he would stridently compliment the owner and whoever the procurer for the place was. Getting GOOD French Red was difficult to do under any situation. In this place, it was like finding a holy grail. He looked around, wondering where the bartending lady had gotten off to. He'd been told she ran the place with an Iron fist...if she wasnt covering the bar, who was? and who was going to watch these patrons who, as he now noticed, might erupt into a gunfight at any moment. As if the thought beckoned him, he touched his jacket where the Colt Single Action Army was kept in a neat, Threepersons holster. He had never been without it, after that little incident with the sore loser who hadnt managed to find the Coal deposets HE had...With a shivver at the closeness of THAT confrontation, he made one more furhter note to consider buying another firearm. A rifle, or one of those Shotguns that seemed so popular with the frontier sherriffs might be a good idea. And René had'nt lived as long as he had without making sure he took a few precautions...*

 

[Shylady]

Hanna Monroe

"Ma'am, would you find a safe place for these for tonight, there's no one in town I know or could trust 'cept you" Ringo asked, holding out the bag of nuggets.

I didn't reach out to take it, instead I answered," I have a safe in my office, why don't you come with me to put it in there. I would feel better if you saw it get locked up."

The room I called my office was a small room, right off the sitting room, my small bedroom was on the other side of the office. As we entered the office, the lamp showed a small opening in the curtains dividing the office from my bedroom. I must have neglected to pull them all the way shut.

The beam of light seemed to highlight my nightgown laying across the bed. Blushing, I pretended not to notice and motioned Ringo to have a seat on the small settee. I knelt in front of the safe and shielding the combination with my body quickly opened it.

Standing aside, I let Ringo place the gold inside. He was so close to me, I could feel the heat from his body. As he stepped back to allow me to close the safe, his arm accidentally brushed across my breast, causing the nipple to harden instantly.

I stepped back so quickly I almost tripped over my own feet. " Dammit Hanna, what is wrong with you, acting like some foolish schoolgirl" I berated myself in my mind. Trying not to blush, looked up at Ringo and wished him a good night.

I stood watching him until he disappeared upstairs. I could feel my heart beating faster. I hadn't felt like this about any man except Spence. My emotions were torn between relief that I could still feel attraction to a man, and guilt for betraying my love for Spence.

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

Lou tried her best to be intimidating, but there was little she had to throw at him right now. Her scolding was bypassed, and she slipped right into interrogation. John smiled to himself, head dipping down to hide it from view. The black, putrid smelling smoke that curled up from his mangled holster was swiftly filling the room. John appeared to not notice, and took his time, especially after the woman snapped sharply at him for his visible delay.

There was an odd balance of audio inside the small office, neatly kept and clearly decorated by a woman. The crisp snaps and ruffles of the newspaper seemed to momentarily eclipse the murmured conversation creeping in from under the heavy wooden door. This small office was like another realm, another time. It reminded him of the offices each Judge held in his home. It was a lewd display of wealth amongst the less fortunate.

John already had a distaste for her ‘sass’.

The hat was slipped from beneath his arm and pushed onto his head, shielding his eyes from view with a buckler of shadow. John was a straight shooter, and knew what else went on in this saloon. He wouldn’t have his name tied to the prostitution, and refuted her question with precision.

“I haven’t thought of one yet.”

He slipped into a seat which sat across the desk, immediately throwing away what little thought of manors he had considered. Her sharp tongue had removed any of his reasons for being civil, and he was content to let his reputation fester in her mind. There was careful, cautious calculation to each movement. His ankle crossing to rest on his knee, a cigarette being pushed out from the small golden case and tucked between his lips, it was all a ploy. Was he an outlaw? It certainly seemed so…

But something wasn’t right, that much would bother her. The simple stereotype was too easy to place upon him.

Despite his talent for acting, John couldn't help but be coy.

“I was thinking John, sounds almost like a law dog’s name. Mind if I smoke?”

Before she could stammer an insulted answer, the smell of sulfur filled the room…along with the hiss of a match bursting to life.

 

[ariosto]

Rafe watched the girl undressing ever so selfconciously.
He had no trouble dividing his attentions. Tamara when she had a cock in her mouth was lost in her own world, her hands and mouth inventing new ways to get her 'john' off and herself of course.
With Rafe Salee as her client she was using everything she had.
His face was beginning to perspire..breathing fast...
This was why he'd hired her...her specailty.

Calley stood there, a picture of pastel innocense, her arms crossed before her breasts, her mons barely showing a shadow of virgin down.
She looked delicious.

Salee beckoned her to come closer.
She stepped towards them, her face flushing with arousal and embarassment.

"Drop your arms girl
...damn woman watch your teeth!"
The pretty whore chuckled around his throbbing cock...her hands were giving delightful agonies to his balls.

Calley slowly lowered her arms to her sides, revealing high pointed breasts, each tipped with a stiff pink nubbin.

"Come here Miss Purity. We wont' bite...OWW!"
Rafe laughed as Tamara playfully used her teeth.
She slid her hands up his thighs to steady him as her leaned far over and kissed each of the young girl's blushing nipples.

"They taste like strawberries Miss Vicky, come on up and take a bite."

 

[Tibxo]

James

Under the cover of the newspaper, James keeps his peace as he listens to the conversation taking place in the room. Previously experience has taught him not to interfere while Louise conducts her business.

However, he does not like this 'Cowboy's attitude. Even in this wilderness, Louise is still a woman and should be treated with respect.

Still, he smiles to himself as he slowly turns a page, his Louise has not only survived in places likes this, she has thrived! She rarely allows someone to get the better of her, himself included. Nor does he think that this 'Cowboy' will be the exception...

 

[papillon24]

Victoria

She realease him from her mouth rising up, slithering like a cat along his body.

"Strawberries huh? Well I'll just judge that for myself."

Her lips found thier way to her shoulders leaving gentle kisses down her soft skin till reaching the hardened bud. Lettling her tongue dart out gently over the tip.

"Rafe..She is delicious" Vickky's hand rested an Cally's hip as her soft tongue caressed along the warm skin.

"Ooh..and Rafe I think she likes it."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou wasn't usually a bad judge of character. She gave everyone a fair shake til they showed her they deserved different. This guy deserved different.

She watched him sit and even let him light up while reaching under the edge of her desk to press a button that would ring a bell at the bar in the common room. Sometimes there was just no point in arguing. Lou hated arguing.

Before the wise-cracking gambler knew what was happening, her Greener short barrel was firmly planted on the middle of his forehead and Hank was coming through the office door with a couple of the 'boys'.

"Seems there's another mess needs cleaning up. Would you do the honors? He's needing a lesson in manners."

Hank grinned and nodded. He never let her down. She winked at him as they led the cow boy out of the room.

 

[Berthorga]

Veronique Lovejoy

She's getting so tired of all this riding around in a stage coach. She's beginning to wish she had a horse of her own to ride. At least then she'd get some fresh air and be away from all the dust.

She frowns at her manager slightly. Somehow, he's to blame for the dust too.

 

[Messalina]

Annie

There was something about Tad that made her want to ruffle her fingers through his hair like a little boy. Little. She laughed to herself. He was easily a foot taller than she was.

Anna -- Annie now -- busied herself while he talked. It angered her to hear him refer to himself as stupid. He might not be the most cultured man she'd ever met, but he was unpretentious and a hard worker, the calluses on his hands spoke volumes in that respect. He just needed a little encouragement. Yes, she'd teach him.

"There's soap beside the bowl," she said without turning as he got up to wash his hands. Annie grinned when she heard him murmur the Yes Ma'am under his breath, wondering what he'd have to say when she suggested a bath.

Almost finished when he asked to help prepare his meal, she shooed him back into his chair. "Basta! Siedasi giù. Umm... sit down." Anna knew that she couldn't be very much older than Tad, but there was an air of innocence about him that made her feel protective and motherly.

Sure that he'd had more than his fill of being treated like a child, Anna decided to make a conscious effort not to treat him that way. Domani. Today he needed feeding, washing and a place to sleep.

His eyes grew wide when she set the heaping plate on the table in front of him and she laughed with delight. It wasn't fancy food, but it was hot and filling. A mountain of fried potatoes and a steak that would easily feed two, but she knew somehow that he would make short work of it.

"Mangi. Eat. And if you eat it all, there is pie for dessert," she added with a wink, sitting down across from him with a steaming cup of coffee.

"I'll find you some clean clothes to wear and wash those for you while you bathe. Use the bath house in the back -- you have enough dirt on you to make a garden. Tomorrow will be soon enough for you to meet Miss Lou. And we will make you a place to sleep here in the kitchen until we find someplace better."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc Rene aint doin much, cept drinking wine and thinking for the moment. So I'll pass over my post this time through. ^^; Dont worry, plenty more will come as soon as I think of more to post.

 

[Graybread]

Tad's belly feels funny.

Tad grabbed the knife and fork, his eyes wide, as Annie set the plate of food in front of him. He stabbed his fork into the fried potatoes and had it halfway to his mouth before he stopped.

“Thank you Ma’am … Annie,” He corrected himself again. “This sure looks good.”

He had his mouth open and the fork full of potatoes to it, when he stopped again.

“And thank you God,” he whispered softly, in what he hoped would pass as grace.

He cut a huge chunk of steak and had it to his mouth as he swallowed the potatoes. “I love pie,” he said swallowing the half-chewed steak, followed quickly by an other fork full of potatoes.

He suddenly became aware of his appearance when Annie said:

"I'll find you some clean clothes to wear and wash those for you while you bathe. Use the bath house in the back -- you have enough dirt on you to make a garden.”

All of a sudden, he was embarrassed by the way he looked in front of her. He had been on the trail for two months, before reaching Carmack, without changing his clothes or taking a proper bath. He had washed his face and hands in the streams and creeks, and rubbed fine sand across his teeth with his finger each day, but his clothes were tattered and worn. And he realized he probably smelled like one of the pigs in the sty, back home. His Ma had made him take a proper bath every Saturday night, with hot water and brown soap, for church the next day, but this wasn’t Saturday, he didn’t think. But he also knew, inside himself, that he would probably do what ever Annie asked him to do. He didn’t view Annie as he did his Ma, she was too young, to pretty for that, and when she spoke, it made his belly feel funny. He couldn’t describe, in words how he felt, it just felt like his heart melted a little bit when she smiled at him.

“Yes Ma’am,” he simply said, trying to cover his embarrassment, as he continued to wolf down the food. “And if you’d like,” he paused, smiling across the table at her, “I could grow a garden out back, I know how to grow things real good. What kinda pie you got?” He added with a big grin.

 

[Tibxo]

James

Folding his paper up, James watches the cocky git now silent being 'escorted' out of the office.

Turning his attention to Louise, he looks at her in open admiration. That man is in likelihood one of the fastest drawers in this town, let alone in the Aurora and Louise had single-handed subdued him without firing a shot.

And although he knows that he should have been worried in case something had happened; the way she had smoothly dealt with the situation leaves him in no doubt that she had been in control all of the time.

Absolutely bloody amazing!

He wonders what his old mates at the pub would think of her. Certainly a far cry from the fragile, fickle women he had previously dabbled in. He chuckles to himself, the sound catching the object of his interest's attention. Turning, she sees that he is looking at her with a silly grin on his face.

"Whut?" She asks, a slightly puzzled smile on her lips...

 

[Guest]

Calley Fitzgerald

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Calley was slowly getting accustomed to being naked in front of these two; they were so comfortable with their own bodies.

She watched in awe as Vicky manipulated Mr Salee, making him clutch at her hair in sweet agony.

The thrill that shot through her body as Mr Salee leaned forward and gently kissed her breasts almost made her fall.

As if that was not enough Miss Vicky's wet tongue licked her painfully erect nipples, then made a trail over her skin sending a trickle of arousal down Calley's inner thigh.

She reached out to steady herself feeling deliciously lost. The room seemed stiflingly hot and her skin had a fine gloss of perspiration covering it.

She wanted………something, wanted something, but what?

Almost unconsciously she touched herself and gave a low moan.

 

[Tonsillitis]

Tonsillitis Jones

The lights in the town of Carmack lit the way for Tonsillitis. The rain still fell in buckets and the mule was growing slower, but the bush (most importantly) lay far behind. Tonsillitis smiled, the thought of warmth was very appealing.

Heading to the stables to stash the mule for the night, Tonsillitis saw the fine horse in its stall. No other than one of the NWMP rode such a fine beast. A smile came to the face. The thought of a Mountie and James and a goodly stretch of rope was very warming to the soul.

With the mule stowed, Tonsillitis headed to the Aurora, and a nice warm beverage, and the entertainment of a life time. Unless you happened to be Lars Lindquist, and at that thought Tonsillitis smiled and laughed in that very peculiar sounding voice.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

James nodded, that barely perceptible nod he always made when he approved of something. Or when he was thinking. Or... Lou grinned. She had to face it. She never really knew exactly what this man was thinking. Well, unless she looked into his eyes. It all showed there.

Taking the newspaper from his hands, she slid smoothly onto James' lap and slipped her arms around his neck. "Weren't you even going to defend me?" she pouted impishly. "What if... "

"Why then I'd be a free man, of course," he gibed, pulling her close.

"I see," she purred in response. "Then you won't be missing these at all." Lou brought her lips to his. Just to remind him in case he'd forgotten.

 

[Tibxo]

James

Even as her soft lips touches his, his thoughts are on her remark about defending her. Intentional or not, the words have stung him deeply.

Truth to be told, he had wanted to protect her. Had wanted to knock that man on his back for the way he spoken to Louise but he knows that if he had tried, he would have been killed or even worst, humilated.

He can feel the frustration building.

A man of his breeding and, like some overbred, overpampered lapdog which has been let loose in the streets, he knows that he would not last long without help, without her help! Even on his first night here, he had been attacked, robbed and almost beaten to death. If it hadn't been for Louise...

Though more angry with himself than anyone, he pushes Louise and quickly gets up.

"Jim? What's the matter?" He can hear the hurt in her voice.

But what can he say? That he is a coward and cannot defend himself, let alone anyone else he cares about?

He turns back towards her and sees her face, full of concern.

Not for the first time, he wonders what can she see in him? Is it because he is different to the others? A novelty?

No! He cannot think like that. He knows that Louise loves him for who he is, rather than what he is. But still?...

 

[ariosto]

Calley's nipple was taught and stiff in his mouth. He could feel her tremble as Tamara, began to expertly tongue and tease the other one.
Rafe's lips left the girl's firm virgin breasts and began to travel south.
His hand ran down Miss Vicki'es spine as he dropped into a kneeling position and it finally came to rest, in the hot moist valley between her legs. His other hand glided over the smooth rosey skin of the Irish girls belly and hips and thighs. She was smooth as satin and fragrant of soap and lilac water.

"Oen your legs girl."
His voice breathed against the tender skin above her mons and Calley found herself responding without question as her mind began rapidly losing touch with it's own selfconsciousness and inhibitions.

"Lord Tamara but she's as sweet a cunnie as I'ver seen."
Salee's mouth began to water.

From the silken hair that lay like gossamer on the swelling of her mons, peeked the most delicate of pink slick nubs and beyond a soft rise of clefted flesh, which Rafes fingers began to fondle until the soft petals began to moistly open.

As he touched her most intimate parts he could feel Calley's body shuddering and humming in response.
The fingers of his hand, slid deep into Tamara's hot sheath as the young girls sex, so tight and sweet opened to the fingers of his other, and his mouth descended on the glistening bud of her clitoris.

In the street outside a fusilade of gunfire, hardly gave the fevered trio a pause. Such occurences were common at all hours on the streets of Carmak.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou watched James leave her office, he was such a mystery to her at times. That he loved her she was certain, yet he seemed to pull away now and then and that stung. Then again, what did she really know about him? He was English. His name? Names were a penny a dozen nowadays, though she'd never think of him as anything but James Masterton no matter what the Pinkertons found.

Lou knew he wouldn't appreciate knowing she had telegraphed a detective agency about him, but she had done so nevertheless. It wasn't so much that she distrusted him. That man held her heart, and that was the one thing Lou had never given so completely to anyone as she had done him. She merely wanted to be sure that he wasn't in some sort of trouble (as most of the folks who came to seek their fortunes seemed to be). It was her experience that all troubles could be fixed, and she intended to see to it that if James had any they would be taken care of.

Sighing deeply, she glanced at herself in the gilt-framed mirror on the wall of her office. It was the only truly feminine thing there, the furnishings being quite unpretentious. This was where Lou Service conducted business, good and bad.

Fancy trappings took away from the serious-mindedness of that in her opinion. It made some folks feel ill at ease and others downright uppity. The rest of the Aurora was a different thing altogether. Her office was more a reflection of herself. Unostentatious, but classy all the same. Starkly replete.

She chuckled at herself, tucking a couple of loose strands of hair back with a golden comb. Tonight she'd sit down and write to her Ma. It seemed with the extra she'd been sending, things were picking up for her family. They wouldn't go without again. And Emily! Lou grinned. Emily had finally found herself a suitable beau and they were going to marry soon.

Yes, life was good. Life was very good. Smoothing her hands down over her gown, Lou turned her chin up and threw her shoulders back as she swished back out into the common room of the Aurora Borealis.

 

[Miss Behavin']

Frenchie Silverheels

Frenchie moved quickly to diffuse the tension from the shooting. Sitting on this lap, nuzzling that neck, planting a kiss on the other's mouth... All the while making sure that glasses were full and the customers thought they were happy. Happy customers meant good business as Lou was quick to point out when she first came to work at the Aurora.

Of course she noticed when James Masterton came out of Lou's office. Now that was the kind of man she was looking for. Couldn't blame a girl. She was only half-teasing when she walked over to him and draped her hand seductively over his oh-so-broad shoulder.

"You look très triste, Chere. What's the matter? Lou give you the brush off? I'm available for the night and never say no -- if you can pay what I'm asking for. How about drowning your sorrows in me? I'm cheaper than getting drunk and more... satisfying." Frenchie giggled deliciously, sashaying away without waiting for an answer. She loved the way that man could blush.

The offer tendered, she sidled back up to the Mountie who had been momentarily distracted by the shooting. "Bonjour, Chere" she purred in her most sultry voice, leading him to a table. After all, a drink is a drink and a man is a man, be he a French duke offering a Paris apartment to a spoiled mistress or a prospector offering a drink and a bit of gold in exchange for a night's entertainment upstairs.

She brushed a long red fingernail along his cheek. "So tell me, Chere. What can I do for you?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The Entrepreneur Adventurer - René Delacroix



IC:

*A movement caught the edge of René's vision and he turned his head slightly away from the half glass of wine...a tiny pile of papers now sat on the table, the remaining messages from his claims were -very- promising. The Third, and most recent one, seemed to believe they had a deposite someplace up the river they would be checking out tomorrow morning. He put down the wine glass carefully, And stretched out, feeling his joints pop faintly..It had been a long day, working with the other businessmen of the town...And knowing none of them could compete with him on any field of haggling. He grinned, self conciously..hoping none of them would get a funny idea about trying to be rid of him. The last person who had attempted that stunt had found himself cold on the floor of a bank, with an irate manager yelling at him. He chuckled, amused, and shook out his semi long hair..it made him look like a Rakehell to the unwary, and René liked it that way, it made business negotiation easier when your opponent underestimated you. He made a mental note to contact transport..one of the sled teams, or maybe a man with a fast, tough horse..Either would do in case he was forced to cut his losses and run. He'd kept three months of supplies in a small warehouse about three miles from the town, where some of the small industries kept workshops...He also had a sizable stash of money. René, after many years of living on the edge of life, knew the great comfort of having a way out of anything, and a very good set of escape plans...He took a long look at the lady exiting the door, and immediately decided on her being the owner...Lou. That was her name, with as formidable a reputation here as René had in New York. She was -not- one he'd wish to cross swords with on any occaison, thankfully she wasnt bullyish, nor was she stupid. If he'd get the pleasure of her company, He'd make sure to be polite to her. She -might- even be worth going into business with, provided the terms were fair to both sides. He picked up the wine glass and the gold nugget, sipping the fine red and then regarding the glinting metal rock, which some of the girls were giving sly looks...He made a quick mental review, figuring how much this little baby would be worth to a proper banker, or if he should just break it up and use it as the fast and loose money that many folks around here favored over hard currency. He thought that problem over as he noticed movement towards him and turned around again to regard who was coming near*

 

[Tonsillitis]

Tonsillitis Jones

There are times in a thunder storm when nature provides the dramatic backdrop, but this was not one of those times. Tonsillitis Jones walked up to the door of the saloon to the steady driving rain, entered and was inside just as the lightning cracked the sky. Moments later, thunder roared. No one inside the saloon paid any heed to the arrival of Tonsillitis, hardly any one ever did. But Tonsillitis knew that would change, the news was bound to cause a stir.

Tonsillitis looked about for the law, briefly catching Lou's eye, and nodding to her. There. Provon the NWMP officer. Tonsillitis strolled over, pulled back a chair, and leaned on it.

The whispery scrape of voice that gave Tonsillitis the name carried through the saloon. "Thar's a body in Patterson's crik. Lars Lindquist. He's bin shot. Shot dead. The gun's still there."

Tonsillitis looked over at James, smiled and nodded. "Evening James, it's sure looks like your gun that's laying beside Lars."

Tonsillitis moved off towards Lou, smiling.

 

[Daff]

Jack Sloan

Looking around he wonders when the drop off point was coming up, as he was getting sick of the coach, not to mention the dirty glances Veronique was giving him every so often.

Maybe when they changed to a wagon, she might cheer up a touch, not that he cared to much about it though, but he was getting tired of looking at the sour expression upon her face.

 

[Guest]

Calley

Calley started as if waking from a sleep as the gunfire erupted outside.

She pushed Rafe’s head away from her mons as hard as she could with both hands and he lost his balance, grasping Miss Vickie’s legs to prevent from toppling from his knees.

In that instant Calley leapt away from them, her long, coltish legs carried her quickly to the door. She struggled for an instant with the latch, desperate sobs betraying her shame.

Once the door was open the din from the saloon reminded her where she was and that she was naked as a jaybird. She slammed the door shut again and stood with her back against it like a trapped animal.


Her eyes searched the room for her clothes but they were in a jumbled heap with Salee’s. She looked for anything to help her, a door to freedom, a weapon she might use, but she could see only the sumptuous furnishings and those awful pictures.

Then her eyes fell on Rafe’s ashtray, she dodged past the amused couple to his huge desk and tried to lift it to strike at them but it was too heavy and she just got tobacco ash all over herself.

Realising all was lost; she sank to the floor weeping pitiably.
Rafe stood looking down at her, a slight smile on his lips.

Vickie poked at Calley’s shoulder with a toe. “ Git up, girlie! We haven’t done yet.” But all she got was a low moan.