Aurora Borealis

[Tibxo]

James Masterton

"Got a minute for an old gal friend?"

Louise's voice catches him by surprise. After patiently waiting for the constable inside the office, he had come out to find him only to see that he had been engaged by Sadie.

He wonders if Louise had asked Sadie to 'talk' to him.

"Oh, sorry." He says, turning round to face his intended. "I didn't see you there. Are you alright? You look a bit flushed."

He swears that her colour deepens.

"Com'on." She tells him, grabbing by the arm. "Let's get away from here."

"But what about the constable?" He protests, feebly, as he is led to the cloakroom.

"Oh don't worry about him." She says with that look which tells Masterton that she has been up to mischief. "Sadie is looking after him."

God! I love her!

With coats on, the two of them go outside. Feeling the cold wind on him, he pulls in his collar as the two of them walk side by side down the street away from the Aurora. Both quiet.

Masterton looks at her as they move. Her cheeks are back to their normal palid white and he wonders if he has ever seen anything so beautiful. At that moment, he makes his decision.

Catching Louise by surprise, he grabs her arm and drags into a side-alley.

"James! What are you...umphhh!" He quickly cuts of her cry surprise as he quickly kisses her. His arms pulling her body to him.

"Wha...." His beloved manages to gasp as they finally break. He looks at her intently.

"Louise. I realise that I should have done this earlier. Much earlier." She goes to say something but he hushes her. "I am so lucky in having someone as special, as lovely and as beautiful as you. You have been my Rock of Gibralter." He smiles as she sees a look of puzzlement flash over her face. "And I just want to say that I love you and that I have been in love with you ever since you rescued me all those months ago."

"Oh James..." He kisses her again with passion, with surprising strength. His growing erection pressing on ahead of him. When they break, they are both panting.

"I love you Louise Service," he says as he drops onto one knee in front of the wide-eyed woman, "and I would be honoured if you would care to become my wife."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou reached down, placing her hands on either side of his face and squatted to be at the same level. "Oh James... " Tears welled up in her eyes despite the smile on her face.

Taking her hands he rose slowly to his feet, bringing her up into his arms. "You are lovely" he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers.

Lou's entire world was spinning and threatening to crash around her. She had to be up front with James. She owed him that. And Hank. Not ten minutes before she thought she knew exactly what she wanted -- had it in her grasp, like the brass ring on a carousel. But the ride had spun and she had lost her grip.

Breaking the kiss, she gazed deeply into the Englishman's eyes. "We have to talk, James. There are things about me that you don't know. Please?"

He simply nodded, reverting to his staid demeanor and offered his arm. They walked back to the Aurora quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Let's go up to my rooms" she suggested as they hung their coats. "It will be quiet there and no one will disturb us."

James started to lead them through the main room of the Aurora, but Lou pulled him back. She didn't want to face Hank just now. Not until after she had spoken to James.

"No. This way." Lou tipped her head toward the other staircase.

 

[Tonsillitis]

Tonsillitis Jones

Tonsillitis went up the back stairs as Lou had said to do. It took a while to find the room from this direction, but after a few twists and turns finally stood in front of the door marked 214.

Once in and the door securely locked, Tonsillitis stripped and immediately climbed into the steaming tub of water that had been waiting. It was heavenly after all those months in the bush where the most the little sourdough could manage was a dip in the creek now and again.

Scrubbing, rinsing and scrubbing again, it was a fair guess to say there wasn't a speck of dirt left on Tonsillitis Jones' body by the time the hoarse-voiced miner had dried off and slipped naked between the cool, crisp sheets.

"You're gonna hang, James Masterton. Sure as my name is Tonsillitis Jones." Tonsillitis laughed deeply, snuggled in and fell soundly asleep.

 

[Tibxo]

James Masterton

The Englishman had been quiet all the back to the Aurora. He didn't even query why Louise had wanted to use the back entrance to get in.

Have I gone too far?

He is not sure but he definitely has a queer sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Once in her suite, she tells him to take off his coat and take a seat.

Why has she got so formal?...

 

[ariosto]

Rafe Salee and Buck Crabbe


Rafe's hands were busy deep inside both women's tight hot quims, but from his vantage leaning above them he could see their faces clearly. Calley he knew was near to peaking, head thrown back tossing wildly from side to side, her entire body arched and twisting on his probing digits, her passage contracting with his every stoke. Tamara's eyes were wide open and locked on his, she thrust herself with expertise along his buried fingers, working to get the most pleasure out of them she could, but he knew even without her words that this wouldn't be enough for this jaded slut.

With a wink in her direction, Salee bent down and sucked the Irish girls glistening pearl into his mouth.
She reacted instantly to the new sensation, arching back and crying out, her nails sinking into his scalp, pulling his face into her sex.
Every muscle in her body tightened suddenly and he knew she was over the edge!
A warm rush of Virgin cream sheeted over his fingers and her tight cunnie began to spasm around them.
Her cry was muffled by what he was sure was Tamara's mouth taking hers at the moment of climax...

Tearing his lips away, pearls of Calley's spend, dripping from his beard, but his hand still busy inside her, Rafe grinned up at the wanton Miss Vicky.
"She's a pistol ain't she!"

All the other woman could do was nod...

"Get down here and lick her clean baby...Now put that sweet ass of yours in the air,I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you right now for sure!"
With some reluctance Rafe pulled his saturated fingers from Caley's grasping nether lips, and used them to coat his rampant cock which he proceeded to bury in Tamara all the way up to his aching balls....


*************************************************

Three floors above them, in one of the small cribs that Lou had set aside for Salee's girls to use, the tall dark stranger, looked in the mirror and straightened his hat. He smiled at his handsome face and winked.
He'd never paid for a whore and never would. She'd been damned good last night, but had made a bad mistake an hour ago when she'd demanded her 5 dollars from him.

Over his shoulder he could see the slut lying on the bed, her face blackened, eyes nearly popping from their sockets and one of those fine white silk stockings she was so proud off knotted tightly around her neck.
She wasn't so pretty now. It had taken her a long time to die, but he's enjoyed every minute of it.

He took a last look around, snugged his gun belt a bit tighter and left the room whistling Dixie.

No one , not even a good lookin' whore named Texas Rose, demanded anything from Buck Crabbe, the fastest gun in the Yukon Territory.

 

[papillon24]

Miss Vickki

It was all she could do was to move to where he wanted her. Her lips parted to clean the girl lapping up every drop of the girl She could. She felt Rafe behind her. She felt his cock part her lips letting a moan escape them before and explosion filled her body with his thrust.

"Good God Rafe" As she thrust back into him taking every inch she couldcould. She could feel the muscls withing her begin to spasm and tighten. "Thats exactly what needed babe." His thrust began to quicken within her.

The room was soon filled with her deep moans of utter pleasure as her climax unraveled.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

Lou paced her sitting room, unsure where to begin. She still remembered the night she first saw James Masterton...

It was late and Lou had decided to go for a walk as she often did. Sometimes it just felt good to be outside under the stars -- away from the hustle and bustle of the Aurora. Truth be told, it was never entirely quiet in Carmack, but she missed sitting on the porch at night like they used to do back home. Until she had her own 'real' house here, this was the best she could do. One day, she thought with a smile.

As she strolled along the boardwalk of the main street, she heard a moan coming from between two buildings. Curious, she had gone to look. There was a man lying there, from all appearances he'd been beaten quite badly and perhaps even left for dead.

She'd called out to Shorty for help. Hank always had Shorty follow her when she went out, though until this moment neither Hank nor Shorty had been aware that she even knew about it. Men. Lou chuckled at the remembering.

They'd brought him back to the Aurora and called Doc in to patch him up. It wasn't the drubbing so much as the lying out in the snow that was the worry. The man, papers in what was left of his personal effects said his name was James Masterton, was running a high fever. Doc said there was no certainty he'd make it -- pneumonia and exposure to the cold.

He said not to get their hopes up, but Lou was stubborn. So many lost their lives on the way to the NorthWest Territory. She wasn't going to let this one slip away.

"Louise?"

She turned to look at James. "Sorry, I was thinking. James, we do have to talk. There are so many things about me that you don't know. I suppose I should have told you from the first, but I was afraid you would look down on me." Funny how that had never mattered to Lou before. She wasn't ashamed of anything she'd done to get where she was in life. In fact, everything that came before was what made her what she now was.

"Let's have a cup of tea while we talk, okay?" It wasn't so much the tea she wanted as something to steady her hands. Lou took a deep breath wondering why she was so worried. It was Hank she loved. Wasn't it?

 

[StarXChyld]

Daniel Littleton

By the time Daniel Littleton arrived outside the Aurora Borealis, he’d gotten pretty darn good at swigging whiskey, picking pockets and separating a gambling man from his winnings. From all he’d heard about the Carmack, he was hoping it would prove to be an especially generous stop.

A misty fog rose off the ground as Daniel approached the edge of town. There was still a pretty good crowd kickin’ up their heels at the Borealis, which made Daniel smile silently to himself. Father had often said "no good comes from stayin’ out after dawn" and Daniel was hoping to prove the theory.

Dipping his dusty hat a bit further on his forehead, he stood in the dirt outside the saloon peering at the structure carefully. The soft rustling of a horse nearby caught his attention and he turned to study him. A fine thoroughbred he was. Someone had spent a good nickel or dime to keep him in top form. Daniel approached him slowly, cooing softly under his breath, "There now, there now. No need makin’ a fuss. . ."

He ran his slender fingers over his massive quarters, nodding in approval. "You’re quite a boy," he clucked softly as he patted his saddle. "Maybe you want to come home with me, eh?"

He needed a new horse. Nellie had finally collapsed 10 miles outside of town and he’d kissed her softly on the forehead before he put a bullet there. His father had bought that mare for him as a child and she had been his best friend through thick and thin. She’d seen him this far, now he felt very alone as he walked those last 10 miles alone. The sight of the black stallion in front of him gave him a sense of renewed hope.

Glancing around skittishly, Daniel quickly untied the rope securing the horse and backed him up in the street. He had one foot in the stirrup and was hiking his other long leg over the saddle when a hard, strong hand clamped down on his bony shoulder.

"Now what the fuck you think you’re doin’ there, cowpoke?!"

 

[Guest]

Calley

Calley was slowly recovering, becoming aware of Tamara’s tongue licking her, still sensitive lips. She watched dispassionately as Salee took Tamara from behind. She stretched and sighed, watching the tableau in front of her.

She couldn’t see where Salee’s mammoth organ entered Tamara slit but she could hear the wet sounds and the slap of his balls against the whore. The two were moaning and grunting with the effort.

Calley felt a craving to feel that cock in her again.
Were all cocks as delicious? She wondered, touching her, not unpleasantly, sore opening.

She now knew what it was to reach a climax with another's finger deep in her, she also felt deprived of the satisfaction of coming around a large, hard cock.

She wouldn’t forget that Salee had taken her to a pinnacle only to rejected her cunt for Tamara’s. She’d show him, teach him that Calley Fitzgerald wouldn’t give up her maidenhood lightly.

She carefully wriggled free of the tangle of limbs and left the oblivious, moaning couple behind to look for her clothes. She’d sneak back to her room; grab her carpet bag and leave. He probably wouldn’t even miss her.

Just as she reached down to collect her petticoats and hose Tamara let out a bloodcurdling cry that froze Calley to the spot.

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

It had been awhile since he had seen a woman handle her cards so well, but he was hardly concerned. With considerable luck, and a smooth talent for bluffing, Thomson was a typical card shark. A pair of jacks, hearts and diamonds, headed his otherwise typical hand.

He wouldn't lead strong, she was having too good a time.
John silently damned himself for being so competetive.

"Hardly an offense, I haven't lost my pants in a long time." He shot back at her, a smirk tugging his thin lips up high. She was a delightful thing, and he struggled to keep his cobalt hues from drifting down. For a breif moment he failed, his visage caressing her collar bones before dipping into her cleavage...

He snapped to attention, hefting the leather hat in one hand and dropping it onto her little head...it covered most of her face and slumped forwards, pulling a chuckle from his throat.

"Little Lady, I'm glad you are having such a great time...now let's see who's wearing the pants between us, how many do you want?"

 

[ariosto]

Tamara's orgasms were never quiet affairs and this one was a doozey. Even Rafe, used to her passionate cries had pause to wonder if something was wrong. As for Calley, the girl went white, possibly in fear that the penetration she had begun to crave would result in her own screaming agony.

"Damn baby, you okay...?"
Salee pulled half way out but the frantic hands closed on his hips and yanked him back inside.

"She get's like this."
He managed to gasp out to the girl, hoping to reassure her.

There was a loud banging on the door.
"What is it!..I'm goddamned busy."

"Rafe come out here..."
It was Lou Marquand's voice and it sounded urgent.

With a growl, he pulled himself from Tamara's cunnie and strode to the door tucking himself in.
"What is it dammit..I'm breakin' in a new Gal."

the little deputy peered over his shoulder...
"Yeah I can see that. And your gonna need her too."
he looked up at him.
"It's Texas Rose."
A tear rolled down Lou's plump cheek.
"She's been murdered."



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"Where's my fucking horse."
The peddlar that Buck held suspended by his startched collar gurgled and pointed at a disappearing dust cloud up the road.

"They went thataway stranger. It was a cowpoke, kinda small like took your horse pretty as you please."

He dropped him like a sack of wet laundry and threw himself on the nearest nag, a big bay mare, and gave it the spurs.

"HEY YOU!...THAT"S MY HORSE YOUR STEALIN!"
Buck never looked back.

 

[StarXChyld]

Daniel Littleton

Daniel couldn’t hear anything except the wind whistling in his ears. The stallion he had stolen was faster than any horse he’d ever ridden and Daniel struggled to stay in the saddle.

He’d gotten lucky back at the saloon. A swift kick to the drunken peddler’s noggin was all it had taken to make a clean getaway. The peddler had swirled his way to the ground like a maple leaf on a breeze. Daniel had barely stuck his heels in the stallion’s ribs when it bolted down the dark street towards the city limits. He was scot-free!

Only problem was, he was headed in the wrong direction. Carmack was quickly becoming a fading memory as the horse galloped through the desolate plains. He tried pulling back on the reins but the horse seemed to have a mind of his own. If anything, Daniel could swear he was quickening his pace. Daniel glanced up and saw the yawning chasm straight ahead.

With no time to jump, he did the next best thing. . .
"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. . ."

They were flying through the air. . ."Give us this day our daily bread.. . "

Daniel stared up at the full moon. . ."And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from ev. . . "

EeeeeeRuMP!!! They had touched ground again! And the horse was slowing to a halt. Daniel jumped off the horse and knelt to kiss the ground. The horse dashed off in the shadows.

"EEEE-hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Daniel sat back on his heels and glanced around. There was a stable and a small darkened farmhouse pressed up against the ridge he’d just cleared. The horse was busying himself at a water trough. Daniel got to his feet and walked shakily over to the beast, grabbing his reins.

"You could have killed us, you know!" He wagged a finger in front of the horse’s nose. "Come on. Let’s go see who lives here."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Superintendent Thor Gunderson

Something dragged him from a sound sleep....premonition of danger coupled with a deep-seated sense of duty often did that. Rubbing his eyes, Thor reached for his daddy's pocket watch - a treasured possession.

'Damn, its before midnight. It feels like I've been sleeping forever.' Thor considered waking the Corporal and decided to let him sleep. After all, no one would dare threaten the Superintendent of the NWMP.

Deciding to leave at once for Carmack, Thor dressed and shaved in a bowl of cold water and strode briskly toward the corral.

Devil, his jet black stallion was saying hello - in his own way. Thor saddled the beautiful steed and rode to the gate - returning the salute of the smartly attired guard.

 

[Tibxo]

James Masterton

He has never seen her so distant and what is she trying to tell him. That she is already married? That she doesn't love him?

"Let's have a cup of tea while we talk, okay?"

He nods and quickly orders some tea.

It takes a good ten minutes there is a knock on the door. Nothing is really said much during that time. All Louise does is pace around the room.

What is she scared of telling me?

He wants to ask her but his manners will not allow him. She will tell him when she is ready.

Getting up from his seat and answers the door...

 

[Shylady]

Hanna Monroe

OCC: sorry y'all I got caught up, but I am back now.

IC:It was so peaceful sitting and watching the sky with Ringo. He took my hand, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, causing tingles to travel up my arm. I leaned against him, comforted in the feel of another body warm against mine.

I felt him slip his arm around me and heard him murmur " I sure hope you don't get mad ma'am." right before his lips pressed against mine.

My mind went blank and I pressed against him, returning his kiss, tentatively at first. His tongue gently urged my lips open and teasingly searched out my tongue. "Oh God it's been so long." was my only coherent thought.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my breasts against his hard chest. He broke the kiss and looked into my face. I must have looked dazed, because he chuckled and pressed a fast kiss against my forehead.

I laughed and assured him I wasn't offended in the least.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

I sighed, comforted by her reasurance that my kiss had not offended her. Her body as she pressed it against mine told me that not only was she not offended but that it was perhaps something that she desired. Her shocked look indicated that it may have been a long time that she had shared such a kiss and that if I were to want more I needed to go slow. Her laughter filling the night air caused my spirits to rise and helped me bridle my passion.

"Come, lets walk a bit I said as I rose and pulled her to her feet. The clear night air and the magnifcant view ahead of us in the sky to the north pulled us forward, and as we walked arm in arm I felt a sense of home in this Alaskan town for the first time since I got here. "Home, I thought, what does that mean, more than just a place to hang your hat but some place where there is someone to be with to share your feelings and your innermost thoughts with.

I grinned to myself and squeezed Hanna's waist realizing that, she was the reason I was feeling.....at home.

 

[Shylady]

Helen Monroe

Ringo and I walked back toward town. It felt so good to feel a man's body pressed against me. I hadn't felt a spark of desire for anyone since Spence had died. Until now. We made our way slowly back toward the Monroe House.I looked up and smiled at him.

We went in the back door and I offered to make some coffee. Ringo chuckled and hinted that some more cobbler would sure go good with it. I gave him a little hug and then gathering my courage I suggested he wait for me in my private quarters, and I would bring a tray in when the coffee was done.

Ringo looked intently in my eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and raised up on my tiptoes, kissing him softly I whispered," Go on, I'll be right there.:"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

"Jim," Lou began slowly as she poured their tea. "I didn't come to the Yukon with a lot of money. I was stone broke by the time I got here. I'm... was... just a simple farm girl." She couldn't help laughing at how ludicrous that sounded -- even if it was the truth.

"I started small, a percentage girl at first. When I became more sought after, I moved a step up. You understand what I mean by that? I was a prostitute, James." Lou hurried on, not wanting to hear the recriminations that would certainly be forthcoming.

"That's when I met Hank. He was a 'regular', I guess you'd say. We had a thing. Well... Anyway. I saved my money and bought a stake. It was still early on, you see and there were plenty to be had. It was my way out of what I had been doing. A way to better myself." Lou laughed out loud at that, but there was no humor in it.

"When it began to pay off, I bought up another and then another. Finally bought this place and built it up to what it is now and I became a legitimate business woman. With a past."

She paused before going on. "Don't get me wrong, James. I did what needed doing to get where I am today -- and through it all, Hank was there. We filled certain... needs for each other. But he wasn't a settling-down kind of man. Maybe I wasn't either, but I thought I wanted more than a tumble in the bed when I got the itch."

"That was long about the time when you came along." Lou sighed, remembering again the long hours she spent at his bedside tending to him. "There was no way I was going to let you die. No matter what Doc said." She smiled.

"I didn't know a thing about you, but over time it really just didn't matter. I came to love you. Or thought I did. Thought I could make you happy. Be the sort of woman you'd want for a wife. Settle down. Have a family. You know."

"But something happened earlier tonight that made me realize that I'm just no good for you, Jim. That you deserve better. Hank says he loves me. He may not be the settling-down kind, but we're the same he and I. We want what we want and take it when it's needed."

"You need a woman who's content to sit at home and mind the house and tend the kitchen garden out back. Someone set in her ways and happy just to stay at home. I'm none of those things. Never was. Never will be. And there's the things I've done. You should be proud of the woman you choose to marry. I don't know if you'd ever really accept my past so that we could have a future. I'm... sorry. Sorrier than you will ever know."

There. She'd said it. Left out some of the more gruesome details, but she'd said it. Lou stirred her tea which had long grown cold and waited for Jim to get up and leave.

 

[ariosto]

Posting as Buck Crabbe


Buck had seen better days.
His hat was gone, his fine black shirt was torn open, he had chipped a tooth and his fingernails were filthy. But it beat the alternative of lying at the bottom of the deep canyon with the broken horse.
His horse, Fleur du Mal would have made the jump, in fact had madeeit. The cross he'd notched into the shoes was plainly etched in the prints he'd been following all the way from Carmac.

It was dark now, with a thin crescent moon low in the west and stars, a million of them hanging low over his head.
A wisp of smoke rose from the cabin chimney and a faint glow came from the shuttered windows. He heard his fine black mount snuffling about in the stable. It would be easy to just go and take him...ride away and leave the thief to his own devices but that wasn't Buck's way. It hadn't been since he'd left Baltimore 20 years ago, a defrocked and disgraced priest.

He sliped his exquisitely honed skinning knife from it's sheath.
It gleamed in the moonlight...razor of vengence, he thought drawing it across his palm. A thin line of blood darkened his skin and he licked it...sweet and warm. He rolled on his back and grinned up into the firmament.
"Thank you Lord for delivering this sinner unto me."

Buck Crabbe aka Lawrence Paul Lavassere former Jesuit and murderer was more than a little crazy.

 

[papillon24]

Tamara

I lay back where Rafe left me in pure content as I watched him opent the door slightly. The words that Lou spoke were a shock to my ears. Texas Rose...My god what a waste.

Quickly I sat up not bothering to cover myself. "Who killed her? and what is going to happen about it?" My questions flew though the air in attack.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Superintendent Thor Gunderson

::clop, clop,clop.....:: The sound of Devil's hooves on the hard packed trail was lulling him to sleep. A bright, almost full moon illuminated the path. A weathered sign proclaimed 'Carmack - 20 miles'

'Almost halfway, I should be there by dawn.' The premonition of something.......still hung in the air like a wisp of smoke.....insubstantial, but real nevertheless.

'Thor, you are far too old to see ghosts.' A flick of the reins caused Devil to pick up the pace to an easy canter.

 

[StarXChyld]

The Transformation of Daniel Littleton

The cabin appeared to be empty and Daniel made himself comfortable. He found some jerky and chewed on it thoughtfully as he examined the contents of the house. Whomever lived there was obviously a treasure-hunter, given the trinkets Daniel found on the walls and shelves. His mind spun with the possibilities such a bounty could bring. Depending on how much of the loot he could carry, he might actually have the resources to give up the open trail and return to Boston to resume a life so devastatingly interrupted by the Apaches.

With visions of fortune dancing in his head, he filled the large wash tub in the corner with steaming water from the fireplace and prepared for his bath. It had been months since he’d treated himself to such a extravagance and he eagerly stripped out of his grimy clothes, dropping them haphazardly on the floor.

Stepping gingerly into the tub, he sunk down blissfully as a sigh of contentment escaped his lips. He splashed the warm water over his dusty chiseled features and scrubbed behind his ears. Wringing out the washcloth, he ran it over the back of his neck and down his throat to the middle of his chest, his soulful blue eyes widening in astonishment at what he’d found there.

Dropping the washcloth, his hands came up and caressed the two lovely soft swells, tweaking the nipples that jutted up so proudly. After being bound beneath the scratchy flannel shirt for so long, he’d almost forgotten about them. Riding alone on the prairie did not afford the luxury of being a lady. But soaking in a tub in a secluded cabin finally gave her permission to reacquaint herself to her softer side. Daphney slipped lower in the tub, bending her knees as her fingers drifted lazily between her long legs.

Being a proper lady she would have fainted dead away if she knew she had an audience watching her every move as she diddled herself into ecstasy.

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

"" Go on, I'll be right there.:"

I hardly heard the words as her soft kiss still lingering on my half open mouth had stuned me into silence. Unable to move I stood and watched her disappear into the kitchen. Her blonde hair catching the soft glow of lantern light shimmering as it fell across her shoulders made me think of spun gold worth more than all the gold I could pan from my claim in a lifetime.

Only when she ws gone could I move toward the stair way to her room. As I climbe each stair I thought about her kiss and more than that holding her against me letting ourselves give in to our needs and desires. On the last step I paused hoping to see her coming up the stairs behind me but maybe fearing that she would change her mind and .....

Was I even worth her attention. It was her way to think of others before herself, perhaps it was her way of just being nice and I meant no more to her than any other cowboy- miner. Sitting down I removed my hat and waited. The aroma of coffee and warm peach cobbler caught my attention and my face broke into a grin when she walked into the room. I looked up into her blue eyes and reminded myself whatever reason she was spending time with me it didn't matter, for now, I would accept what ever she had to give.

Something in the back o fmy mind or maybe deeper down near my heart I wished I knew what she wanted and needed, knowing behind her giving nature lay a need to please herself as well.

 

[Shylady]

Hanna Monroe

"Oh God! What am I doing?" I suddenly worried that Ringo would think bad of me. I had always been a bold woman with Spence. But I had been married to Spence. What if Ringo thought I was trash?

I was trembling as I entered my room. Ringo stood and took the tray from me, setting it on the table. Then he smiled at me and I felt myself relaxing again. I served Ringo his cobbler and coffee and sat down next to him. So close our legs were pressing against each other.

"I was kinda afraid you would think bad about me, because I haven't know you very long. But I just want you to know I am NOT one of Salee's girls. You are the first man I have been attracted to since my husband died."

 

[ariosto]

Buck Crabbe


He was half coyote and three quarters moonbeam. His booted feet never seemed to touch the ground. He came to the cabin like a cold wind...he knew his prey was inside.

He heard the voice while still some ways away and hesitated. It was the voice of a young woman not a man. But a man had stlolen the black...a small man had stolen the black...

The window lacked glass, the aged shutters were split wide...Buck looked inside..eyes feral as a wolf.
He watched her undress, The boots, the dungarees, the denim shirt...he saw her breasts, high and firm, rose tipped. His eyes ran down to the 'v' of dark down between her legs...long legs shapely legs...

He turned away, leaned back against the wall and stared a long hard minute at the stars. They mocked him, he heard them, a million voices driving him on...Buck's knife slipped into his hand and he turned again to the window. It was unbelievable that she couldn't see him. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were half closed...He watched her fingers touch and pinch the soft wet buds of her nipples. He watched her hand slide under the water...watched her knees open. Heard her moan.

Buck tested the knife on his arm, shaving off a swath of hair.
He grinned and stripped off all his cloths.... everything, every stitch.
The frigid air was exhilerating. A wolf howled in the distance.
A sign.
His sign.

He opened the door and walked inside...