Gunsmoke!

[ariosto]

Dodge City Kansas...August 29th, 1876
A cow town on the edge of nowhere, sweltering in the
baking heat of a late summer afternoon....



In a room above the Long Branch Saloon....


"Be careful Matt."

"I'm always careful Kitty."
Dillon, smiled and wiped the sweat away from his eyes.
How often had he heard he say that.

"I mean be really careful Matt...it's a chancey time of the month for me."
Kitty Russel, squeezed his erection extra tight and winked at him.
"You know what I mean?"
The Marshal gripped her hips in his big hands and thrust hard up into her honeyed quim.
"Don't worry Ma'am, I believe I'll aim it out the window this time...Dodge can use a bit of fertilizing right now.

They both laughed which sent ripples of pleasure dancing through his compact somewhat rotund body.
Kitty laid her hands on his chest and twisted up and down...up and down...
"Matt baby when are ya gonna lose weight?"

It was an old complaint. Sure he wasn't the slim trim war hero that had drifted west ten years ago. He may have grown a bit slick and 'dignified' off the skim from the roulette wheels, faro tables and hot sheets of the Long Branch, the Texas Trail and the Golden Slipper, but he was still rattlesnake fast with a six gun and the size of his 'willy' and it's stamina were legendary all over the West.
He droveup and deep into Kitty for emphasis.

"Ohhhhh....Matt...my goddddddd!"

"Let's not go there Miss Russell"
He started bouncing her like a baby on a bronco.
"Just enjoy the ride!"

She was enjoying it a lot!
Really, really enjoying it when....

BLAMMM!...BLAMMM!....BLAMBLAMBLAM!

The shots, rattled the windows and sent plaster dust showering down from the ceiling.

"What the..."
Kitty disengaged from the lawman's towering cock and ran to the window.
Cursing, Matt swung his legs off the high feather bed.

"Matt come here!...you gotta see this!"

"See what, the first shootin' of the day...surprised it took so long."
He said grumpily and walked up behind her.

"No look!...it's a woman!...It's a woman Matt!"

Standing on tip toes the diminuitive Marshal peeked over Kitty's creamy shoulder into the dry blinding glare of the afternoon.
Sure enough, standing there in the dust of Front Street with smoking six guns was the tall and obviously womanly form of the 'shooter'.
Her face was covered with a slouching black hat but nothing could hide the swelling mounds that treatened to burst through the skin tight, silken, lace fronted blouse she wore.

"About 38's I'd say."

"Matt Dillon, you know those are 44's she's packin!"
Kitty was bending over the sill to see who the desperada had just gunned down.

'Yeah..."
He looked closer at the voluptuous killer.
"...maybe 44's afterall."

"Matt...Oh my God!...she's just shot Vernon the barber and Mister
Bothwaite the Parson!"

"Damn!"
He'd sure miss the barber.

"Matt..what are you gonna do!"

He did it...
She felt ten thick hot inches of Marshal meat, slide into her upturned pussy and she wiggled in delight.

"Oh you bad bad boy!"
His hands circled around her and holstered each llush tit in their palms.
"I never leave business unfinished ma'am. You know that."

Kitty clenched tight on the steely rod impaling her.
"Be careful Matt...be careful."



OOC...this is the action thread..post here and not more than twice a day please. Everyone wants a chance to play.
All commentary and news about the thread should be kept to the OOC board unless you feel its absolutely neccessary to put it here.

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Looking back furtively at the alley below Ringo turned and ducked his head, moving his 6' 2" slim frame through the hallway leading to the rooms above the Long branch saloon.

clonk!

"Dang it. he cursd under his breath, hate when that happens "

Downstairs he heard the familiar strains from the honky tonk piano and the clank of glasses on the bar. it's a quiet afternoon too quiet he thinks. He contemplated going down and having a drink to settle the dust of a five day ride but knows he better not show his face around too much until he finds out who's in town . He headed for room 4 where he expected to find his Lily. Been too long away and he was horney as hell. However he better play his cards right and bide his time cause its doubtfull shes in the mood, him having left without even telling her where he was headed for. yes he reconed he'd better lay back and see, sure could use a drink though.

He knocked on her door and was greeted almost immediatly by a soft sexy voice.

"Come on in, Sugar.".

He knew it was hers, but who in the hell is Sugar!
She ain't never callled him that before. He kicked the door open to find her standing half naked, her long auburn hair combed out around her creamy shoulders her firm breasts peeking throuhg her thin chamoise, her legs bare except for black garters, her pettycoat up around her creamy thighs. He started getting aroused and then remembered his name sure aint sugar. Striding over he grabed her by the arm.

"Who the hell is Sugar!"

"What the hell do you care, you old polecat you're never here when I need you anyway and a girl has notions too "

"I've half a mind to take you over my knee and spank those notions out of you. After all you're my wife ain't you?"

"Only on paper, you old goat".

Ringo picked her up and sitting on the edge of the bed put her over his knee, Lily stopped struggling knowing that no matter what she's done, he ain't the kind of cowboy who'll really hurt her much and for that matter she kind of likes a little spanking once in a while.

Ringo grined at her compliance knowing he had the upper hand and lifting her pettycoat rubbed her pantied bottom before raising his big hand to paddle her soundly.


BLAMM! BLAMM! BLAMMBLAMMBLAM!

His love pats were interupted by gunshots from the street.

"Yep, Ringo said, it was too quiet out there."

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily

Lily stood brushing out her hair in her old room at the Longbranch. It had been a while since she had felt the touch of a man’s hand on her body and was anxious for her mid-morning tryst. She turned to examine herself in the mirror. Ample bosom still defying gravity even at forty, softly rounded backside, small waist. Her hair was her best asset, reaching nearly to her waist when she wore it down.

“I figure I must still look passable the way the trail-hands chase after me” she chuckled to herself. “I just wish he would hurry”

With her back to the door she hears his knock and calls out “Come on in sugar”
Quick footsteps cross the room and a hand reaches out and grabs her arm, “Who the hell is ‘sugar’?”
Her heart skips a beat, that’s not my sugar’s voice! She turns to look up into the face of her husband and thinks awwww hell, why did you have to choose today of all days to show back up?

"What the hell do you care, you old polecat you're never here when I need you anyway and a girl has notions too. Just where you been anyway, you take off without so much as a by-your-leave and stay gone for months. Just what have you been up to?”

Ignoring her question, "I've half a mind to take you over my knee and spank those notions out of you. After all you're my wife ain't you?"

Backing away from him, "Only on paper, you old goat, and that’s just because I don’t have the money for a divorce. It takes every penny I can scrape up to keep the boy at his school. I want him to make somethin’ of himself not take after his Pa.”

Taking the bait Ringo picks her up and puts her over his knee.
Lily thinks The day may not be a wash after all. He may not be much in the way of workin’ but damn I miss his lovin’
Ringo caresses her bottom, his hand warming her skin when they hear the gunfire from the street below.

“Damn, damn, damn! Now what? How many interruptions can a girl take in a day?”

Ringo pushes her off of his lap and goes to the window.

 

[casper3110]

Imogene Gulp

Genie looked out the window from her rooms above the general store. She heard the shots and just had to know what was going on. When she looked down on Front street she saw a woman with a gun and two men dead. If she squinted hard enough, she could make out that Parson Bothwaite and Vernon the barber were those men. Now those two had always been nice to her. She couldn't imagine what could have made someone want to kill them.

She knew she would find out later, when she opened the store and people started buyin' and talkin'. People always talked at the general store they would forget she was there and just say whatever they thought. It was how she always had the best gossip.

But that would have to wait. She had to get ready to open the store. She had taken time this morning to get a bath ready, which took a while since since her husband wasn't here to help carry the heated water for her.

Taking pins from the dresser, she put up her long black hair. Dropping the dressing gown she checked out her body in the looking glass before getting into the tub. This was her ritual. Breasts, nicely rounded. Not large, but she had no complaints. Butt, firm and shapely. Waist, small enough not to need one of those cursed corsets. Tall enough to reach what she needed in the store with the help of a ladder.

Physical check done, she stepped into the tub. This was her favorite place to be. It was where she could dream of what might be....

Placing her hand between her legs she rubbed at her clit and began to fantasize....

Two strong hands came from behind her and grabbed her breasts and started massaging them. Her nipple stood out, erect, and not missing a thing, her secret lover tweaked them, bringing a gasp from her lips.

"Tell me what you want, baby," He whispered.
Feeling his breath in her ear, brought another gasp to her lips.

Knowing that she could make him do anything, she debated with herself... what should I choose?? She opted for the direct approach. Turning around and standing up, water running down the curves of her lithe body, she reached for the buttons on his shirt and made quick work of removing it. Not wanting to stop, she reached for his belt and as fast as she could his pants and underwear were on the floor next to his shirt. It had been a long time since her husband had been home and she missed the touch of a man.

There he stood, her dream man, his cock standing up straight, all 9 hard inches. She beckoned him to join her in the tub. He stepped in, pulled her close and kissed her soundly. She could feel his cock rubbing her pussy, and oh how it felt.

They both sat down, she straddled his legs and in one quick moment, impaled herself on his cock. She almost climaxed immediately from the feeling, but held back, wanting this to last as long as possible. She rode him while he played with her breasts, suckling them in his mouth, biting and nipping at them. She rode faster and harder, knowing that soon she would be exploding in orgasm and wanting him to cum with her. She could feel him tighten up and at that moment, she let herself go.....

She came in real life as well. Her body shaking as she played with her clit and worked her fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

She looked at the clock by the bed and saw that she had 40 minutes before she was to open the store. She washed herself and got out of the tub. She made quick work of drying off and getting dressed in her petticoats and shirtwaist. Brushing her hair and putting it up in a chignon completed her getting ready. One last look in the looking glass and she went downstairs to get ready for the days business....

 

[Feelin' Naughty]

Lily

Being unceremoniously dumped in the floor sure does nothing for Lily’s mood. She gets up and stands behind him at the window.

“What is it Ringo, what’s going on?”

“Get back you fool woman, there’s been a shootin’ down on the street. I can’t see who it is.”

Trying to see over his shoulder, “There are shootin’s in the streets of Dodge all the time. Why are you so jumpy? You have gotten yourself in some trouble again haven’t you? You know the Marshall is just down the hall… I reckon he heard the shots.”

“You just mind your tongue Lily, sometimes the less you know the better. I gotta git.” He turns from the window and strides quickly to the door opening it a crack to look into the hall. “I’ll be back and you best be keepin’ your ‘notions’ to yourself.”
He runs through the door and disappears down the hallway.

They’re my ‘notions’ and I’ll share with whoever I damn well please you ole scoundrel! She pulls on her robe and heads toward Matt’s door. If I’m going to miss out on some good attention today so are you two...

Pounding on the door to the Marshall’s room, “Matt, Kitty, I know ya’ll are in there! Matt? Are you going down to see what’s happened? Come on, open up!” She hears Matt’s voice, but can’t make out what he’s saying through the heavy door.

Chuckling to herself she walks back to the room and gets dressed. Walking across the street toward the General Store she sees a group of people gathered around the fallen men. If anyone will know what happened it will be Genie. Renting a room from her above the store was the best thing she had done in a long time. Between the two of them they got all of the good gossip. Lily from the ‘respectable’ ladies that she sewed for and Genie because she ran the store while her husband was away on his selling trips and people seemed to congregate around the storefront visiting and playing chess or checkers.

Entering the store, “Genie, where are you girl?”
“Well that was a quick return, I thought you had a busy morning with ‘sugar’ planned.” Genie says with an ornery grin.
“Things didn’t go my way at all today, guess who showed up?”
“Who?”
“Ringo” and she proceeded to tell Genie the events of the morning.

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

"what in tarnation!"

Ringo looked at the scene below, two men dead one he recognizd as the parson. The other was the barber. Ringo cursed, he was looking froward to a shave and a hair cut He turned and looked at Lily wondering of she would do it but worrying about the razor being so close to his neck.

Clonk! hit his head on the window. damn that smarted

And now his hat was flying out the window and sailing in the breeze.

BLamm blamm blammmblammblam blamm

He looked down at the shooter taking pot shots at his flying hat.

"Damn if it aint that woman outlaw that ran with Chester's gang"

Sure enough was, even with her face covered he'd recognize that woman anywhere. Ringo shook his head knowing there was six holes in his new hat. Lucky thing he wasn't wearing it. figurin' he'd better lay low he headed out the door.

Time for a drink he supposed, he saw a young boy picking up laundry at the end of the hall.better yet why not stick tight to Lilys room.

He tossed him a silver dollar. "Get me a bottle of rye son, skip the glasses and tell that piano player to pick up the pace. And go out in the street and fetch my hat , the black one with the holes in it." he laughs and then looking at the young cowboy adds. "Hope your name ain't sugar, son cause if'n it is you're in a heap of trouble.Oh and fetch some hot water up here and fill miss Lilys tub, got five miles of dust to get rid of." On the way back to the room he met Lily stompin' down the hall Jest can't figure out these wonenfolk no how he said as he watched her pound on kittys door well guess he'd have to wash his own durn back then he went into the room and slammed the door. He pulled the cork out with his teeth and spit it out the open window. Taking a big swig he settled back in the bed waiting for his bath water.

 

[BigDawg69]

Chester Proudfoot slumbered soundly, if not loudly, reclined back in a old woven bottom chair propped vicariously against one wall of the Marshall’s office.

BLAMM! BLAMM! BLAMMBLAMMBLAM!

The loud gunshots echoed through the small office shaking the mud walls and starting Chester awake. In his shudder the chair slid down the wall taking him with it. His oversized boots slid across the desk wiping the top clear of all the papers and a large tin cup of coffee. The hot liquid spilled up out of the cup and rained in a sheet down on the stumbling Chester.

Chester scrambled around on the floor for a bit, getting his bearing only slightly before attempting to stand, banging his head into the desktop, falling backwards grabbing his head in his hands and twisting his long legs around the upturned chair, and falling over on to his side. Slowly and laboriously Chester managed to pull himself upright and brush the coffee from his pants and shirt. He looked around the office and out the windows from his position in the middle of the small room. He was looking more to see if anyone had seen his clown act than to see what the gunshots were all about.

He reached over and grabbed his gun belt and began strapping it to his waist as he stepped out the door of the office. Chester more stumbled than stepped through the heavy oak door of the Marshall’s office and out into the street as he fumbled with the buckle to his belt. He managed to catch himself and stand upright facing out of town and away from the action.

Wheeling around on his heels Chester squared off to see the very feminine form of the offender. His eyes settled on her masked face just in time for her to draw her weapons and snap off several more shots. Chester dove across the street as she made her move and hid among the large pillars of the Grand Hotel. He peered around to see her strike several holes through a cowboy hat as it floated down from a second story window in the Long Branch.

Chester stood and slowly walked up the side of the street toward the shooter. His bright eyes zeroed in on hers. He recognized her he knew those curves of her hips, the fullness of her bossom. He could see a fimiliar glint in her angry eyes. She holstered her side arms and looked around the street for a moment. She didn’t even bother to look down at the two men she had shot.

“Thelma!” Chester blurted out as he drew closer.

The woman’s eyes opened wide as her attention drew instantly on Chester. She took a deep breath and darted for her horse. Jumping in the saddle she rode off toward the west of town. Slowly after her quick departure the towns folk began to emerge and converge on the bodies of the two dead men.

Just as Chester stepped out into the street he saw Lily stride across from the Long Branch headed toward the General Store. Chester tucked himself back into a shadow and watched her graceful form drift along. He hid from her remembering that he managed to sleep past the time he was to meet her at the Long Branch. He sighed in admiration as she walked past.

“Oh my God it’s the Parson!” A lady screamed out and then passed out dead away into a pile of dung. Several men tried to revive her as they plucked her from the pile with grimaces.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"I am not dead!"
Said Reverand Weems Bothwaite, as he rose from the dust of Front Street like a stack of dry bones.
"The Lord is saving me for another day...HALELULIAH!"

The cadaverous man of the cloth, threadbare shiny black cloth, held his bible high over his head for all to see.
The latest slug sent flying at his righteous heart had torn through the cover and was buried deep in Leviticus.

"It is not my TIME!...for I shall SMITE the enemies of GOD, with the jaw bone of a buffalo! I SHALL..."

Sam Brown, the Long Branches swarthy bartender, wiped his hands on his apron and shook his head, pouring Doc another whiskey.
Bothwaites oration could be plainly heard in the hot dark interior of the saloon.
"Drunk as thunder again Doc. He's been in here and the Texas Trail cadging drinks since noon...Ain't no wonder that little blossom of his has sprouted wild.
Adams tossed the firey whiskey back and held the glass out for a refill.
"Fine high bosomed youngun she is too...I'll drink t'that."

"Ya know Doc," Sam pushed the bottle to him,
"I've seen a dozen men try and plug the Preacher but that was the first Gal I seed try an doit."

The medical man stared out into the glare of the street where Bothwaite had dusted himself off and was heading towards Pearl's Fancy House.

"She was a real looker too, Sam...a real looker."



OOC...Turk the trusty bartender from The RoofTop will step in from time to time in the role of a number of bit players, any one of which can ne taken over by a new player.

 

[Morwen]

Thelma Urman

Thelma leapt atop her waiting steed, a half-broken bronc stolen off a Spanish ranch. She heard her cousin the Marshall shouting at her as she untied the reins. She hadn't have time for chit-chat, only to glance at him and pat the Wells Fargo bag tied to her saddlehorn. And to laugh at him. She twirled her gun around her finger, before holstering it.

"Yeaaaw! Yeeaaw!" Thelma spurred her stolen thoroughbred onward. She tipped her cap to the townsfolk, particularly the lovelies hanging out the brothel windows, then tore down Main Street in a westerly direction, vanishing in a cloud of dust.

She hadn't meant to shoot the parson. The barber though was another story.

She'd gone in to get her wild blond bangs clipped. The barber had taken a rather liberal interpretation of that request. Busy hands. She'd kicked him in the groin, and he'd chased her out of his shop with a wicked long razor. She'd sworn revenge.

That was a couple months ago. Today when she'd tipped the Express, well, the barber had got in the way. Somehow she didn't think she'd miss him.

She pulled her steed up near a well-known outlaw camp, half a day's ride outside town. Rode in cautiously, not knowing if any other desperadoes would be around.

 

[White Queen]

Caroline

Caroline was dozing of... falling asleep on her bed, in her room on the second floor of the Long Branch Saloon... her mind was half asleep and half awake, she was so tired and deserved a little rest... yes, a little relaxing sleep...

BLAMMM!...BLAMMM!....BLAMBLAMBLAM!

Caroline is abruptly taken from her sleep by gunfire, again... she should be getting used to that noise, but no, she couldnt, especially with the memories it brought up... her father... the shooting...

She stands up and walks to her mirror, enough thinkink, looks like she is not going to have any peace today... she fixes her blond hair, she wore it loose, cascading down her shoulders and back, her emerald green eyes staring back at her, she wished she could at least take a shower... anyway, better to get back to work...

Caroline opens her door and heads for the stairs, there was some sort of commotion outside and downstairs, no doubt having to do with the shooting just moments ago, she wondered who was it this time, who had gotten killed... she walks down the stairs to the saloon...

 

[Lady_Kit]

Miss Kitty

I do declare, Matthew, you do know how to show a lady a good time! Kitty cooed as she and the handsome Marshall lounged in post-coital bliss.

“I aim to please, Kitty, you know that.” He replied smugly.

Well, I don’t know that I’d say much for your aim. I fear my plant may never recover.

The aforementioned plant, Kittys’ prized dieffenbachia, dripped white globs from several leaves; giving it the appearance of either wearing a coat of melting snow, or of being in the advanced stages of a rare and fatal disease.

“Fertilizer Madame! A mans bounty makes the best fertilizer you can get. Sides, I had to put it somewhere. I believe that it would have done the town no end o’ good if I’d a just let fly out the window. You really should have let me Kitty. I’ll bet I coulda hit the street from here.”

Kitty suppressed a laugh as she imagined one of the town matrons suddenly caught in a white shower from the upstairs window of the Long Branch. It might have been worth it at that, she thinks; grinning at the idea; ah well, maybe next time.

I’m just thankful that it’s the plants box and not my own that got a dose of your fertilizer. Next time, perhaps you’ll see fit to give me some warning fore you push away too. I damn near fell right out the window!

The truth was that Kitty had been leaning forward, trying to get a better look at the female outlaw who had caused such commotion on the street. She had only moved back inside when Matt had thrust himself back into her dripping puss and drew her concentration back to more immediate pleasures. As she moved from the bed and began wiping the sticky goo from the plant, Kitty wondered just who the masked woman was…and if she’d return.

“Well, Kitty, I’d best be get down to the jail and see what needs doing ‘bout the bodies. Can’t have Chester mucking things up. Want a job done right, you’ve got to do it yourself. Ain’t that right?”

After giving Kitty a firm slap on her curved derrière and pulling on his clothes Matt heads out the door. He can be heard teasing several of the ladies as he descends to the main floor; and his booming voice soon drifts up from the street and through the open window.

“Chester! What the blue blazes is goin on here? Wheres the other body? What do you mean he left. Godamn boy, dead men don’t just walk away!” The rest is lost in the general babble of the growing crowd and Kitty tunes them out as she gets cleaned up and prepares for the evening.

 

[ariosto]

"Ohhhh Marshal is he dead?"
Caroline cooed from the boardwalk in front of the saloon.

"Dunno....
Kick him again Chester."

The lawman's towering deputy whacked the barber in the ribs again. The body skidded in a smear of blood, rapidly soaking into the dust.

"I reckin he is Miss Caroline."
Matt tipped his hat back on his broad forehead and wiped away the sweat.
"He was a awful barber Mister Dillon."
Chester observed.

"Yeah he was...but this is a cold blooded murder and I'm the law in town."
He spat in the general direction of the outlaws hasty withdrawal.
"Anybody see what happened?"

"WE did!" Called out the ladies in front of the General Store.

"I reckon I did too, Marshal...It was that woman...that...."

"You afraid to say her name Boy?"
A new voice chimed in, a husky one that Matt knew all to well.

"Thelma, Dillon...It was Thelma Urman."
The lawman spun fast, hand reaching for his lethal six guns.

"RINGO!"

"Calm down Marshal, I ain't in Dodge t'cause no trouble."

It was so quiet on Front Street, you could hear the mice gnawing the flour sacks in Genie's General Store...




OOC...update;
Dillon, Chester and Ringo stand over the body of the deceased Barber.
Thelma the shooter has ridden back to the outlaw camp with the Welles Fargo payroll and two more notches in her belt.
Miss Kitty is in her rooms above the saloon.
Caroline stands in front of the LongBranch
Lily and Genie are standing in front of the General Store
DocAdams and Sam are still in the saloon getting snockered
The Parson has just entered Miss Pearl's Bawdy House

still to hear from...
Soli, Dillon and StarX

 

[BigDawg69]

"Ringo" Matt's voice rang out through the dusty street.

As Dillon reached for his side arms, Chester jump turned around. His eyes darted to Ringo's face and his color left him as if he'd seen the very Devil himself walking up. Chester in his manic move managed to catch the toe of his boot on the body and slip on his other foot through the puddle of blood mixing a sludge spot in the dusty road.

Chester's bulky form slid almost in slow motion down on top of the slain barber. He came to rest fully on top of the hulking dead body face first, chest to chest. Chester quickly scrambled to romove himself from the body. As he stood brushing the dead body cooties from himself he could hear the giggles of the ladies that surrounded him.

Chester shot a look over toward Genie and Lily in front of the General Store. Lily snuck a wink in his direction that made him blush furiously. He recovered and stood straight turning to Dillon and Ringo.

"He's right Marshall. It was Thelma. Saw her with my own eyes." Chester stated as he stepped up to the other two men.

 

[afternooner]

Ringo

Tired of waiting for the young cowpoke to come with his hat Ringo headed down the hall just behine Caroline, the blonde dance hall girl. He sure liked the way her hair bounced around her soft shoulders and the way her firm caboose swayed provacatively as she descended the stairs ahead of him. Undecided if he should catch up and engage her in conversation to see what the ruckus was all about or to stay a couple of steps behind her and enjoy the view, he chose the later . Besides that he knew exactly who the female outlaw was and knew what she was up to. Held up the wells fargo no doubt. Ringos fingers began to itch just thinking about all that loot and remembering Thelma owed him one figured he’d meet her come nightfall and cash in on some of the spoils. Right now he had to get his hat cause he felt naked without it. He stepped into the street seeing the marshal and his deputy standing over Vernon the barbers lifeless body. Figuring he’d be nonchalant about showing up and knowing that the marshal would be preoccupied by the shooting events he strode up alongside of them.

“Thelma, Thelma Urman,” he said loudly, not afraid to speak the name of the fastest female gun in the west. He looked down at his hat shaking his head sure enough six shots, six holes.

The marshal spun around and Ringo tensed.

“Calm down Marshal, I ain’t in town t’ cause no trouble”.

The marshal relaxed and they both looked over to where Ringos wife and her friend imogene stood in front of the general store. Matt winked

“Got horney out there on the trail huh”.

Chester did a double take and turned a dark shade of red before tripping and falling on top of Vernon. Ringo shrugged his shoulders “What’s bothering you Chester. You’re a mite horney too maybe?”

. He picked up his hat and perched it atop his head. “Yeah, it gets mighty lonesome out there Marshal, can’t arrest a man for being horney now can you.”

The girls over at the store are starting to giggle, Noticing a flushed look on Lilys face he is reminded of her comment about notions and that cursed name sugar. He tipped his hat to the two lawmen.

“Got my own business to attend to fellas”. He headed for the general store and the two ladies Maybe he can talk one or maybe the both of them into helping him with his bath.

 

[Ruse]

Miguel

I stood on the wooden sidewalk and looked at the sign announcing the name of the business

Long Branch Saloon

It announced in it's sunfaded glory. So unlike the homeland where I had traveled from weeks ago.Brushing the dust off my short jacket I hefted the leathercase the stage driver handed to me and moved towards the double batswing doors and inside.

It was customary to buy a drink before business and I asked for a shot of Quervo receiving a blank stare and changing my order.

"Some of your best Sangria, then?"

Another blank stare and I ignored the quiet laughter at my right.

"Give me a wheeeski then, please"

At least the service was good and I tipped the mustached bartender and asked the question as I slid the tin type towards him.

"I am looking for a lady.She was reported to be in this city and I have come to return her to our home.We are to be married"

The inclusion of the last was to convince him of my need to know her whereabouts and I watched his face closely as he studied the latest development in pictures.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Miss Kitty

Howdy, Boys! Kitty called from the top of the stairs; leaning against the banister to offer a tantalizing view of pale full breasts, barley contained within her emerald green gown.

Ribald yells, and loud whistles answered her greeting; the many lewd offers were to be expected and she gave back as good as she got, much to the delight of the men below. The early patrons watched as Kitty descended the wooden stairs. Each man hoping that the next step would cause the bosom of the confining gown to fail, exposing the tender flesh below to his hungry eyes. So far, the miracle had not occurred, but they watched faithfully, just in case.

Kitty stood on the last step and surveyed the crowd already gathered in the saloon. Not bad for the early evening; she knew that more would come in later. A shootin always brough in plenty of customers. Some came to gossip, some to celebrate, with drinks, women or both, the fact that it wasn't them that got shot. There'd be plenty to talk about tonight, wasn't often that there was two shot in one day, and when you added the gender of the outlaw! Well, tonight should be very profitable.

Moving through the room she stopped to talk up the regulars.

Evenin’, fellas. You havin a good time?

She asked a group of local ranchers as she passed their table. A quick look at one of the girls hovering nearby assured her that the customers would have whatever they wanted through the evening, and Kitty moved on to the bar that ran the length of the room.

Two figures at the bar catch her eye, Doc Adams, who, from the look of his slouch, has already been here for some time, and a dark stranger; she takes a direct path to the stranger, thinking that of the two he looks more like trouble than Doc. As she arrives, she sees him place a metal plate on the bar and begin questioning Sam, the bartender.

Evening, Stranger. Welcome to the Long Branch. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before. I’m Kitty Russell, this is my place. Who are you?

 

[CaptainAnarchy]

Jason Satir and the General Store

As I rode down the lonesome trail, just like all the other ones I had ridden down so many times before I began to hope there would be a town coming up soon.

It wasn't easy being a wandering outlaw. I had gotten used to being feared by most I encountered but getting used to these lonesome rides is something I will never get used to. I saw a sign that was stuck into the ground reading "Dodge City".

"What the hell" I thought to myself. I turned down the trail leading to the small "city" and arrived there shortly. The whole town seemed to be in a fuss. I rode up to a stranger and asked what the problem was.

"Barber was shot along with the Paron but only the Barber died."

"What did he do? Give a bad haircut" I said half jokingly.

He then told me the story and I smiled. A woman who is strong, I love that. I bid my adue to the stranger and headed towards the general store.

My long black trenchcoat swung around to my back as my two 6 gun's became visible. I took my off my ever present black hat to wipe the sweat from my forehead, letting the wind blow my long black hair around, the breeze felt good on me. I was wearing the normal pair of black leather pants and my spurs shook with each step of my boots. I tied down my horse out front and walked in. The place was empty and I then noticed two of the most beautiful woman I had ever layed eyes on. One with long black hair who was behind the desk obviously the owner. The other was talking to her, they seemed to have been discussing the events of earlier. I walked closer to the desk and discovered a aroma I hadn't smelt in a long time.

I inhaled deeper and could tell the shopkeeper had just successfully had a orgasm. My cock began to twitch from the thought of the beautiful woman naked pleasing herself. I stopped because leather does very little to hide a hard-on. I turned my attention to business and tried to keep my mind off her which was impossible but I manged to have some sentences escape.

"Excuse my ladies, don't mean to interrupt" I said as my tipped my hat and flashed a smile to them both.

"Hey stranger, never seen you around these parts" said the storekeeper. I noticed they were both looking me up and down. I was a young man of 25 and was deadly with a pistol.

"I'm a bit of a wanderer but if all the women here are as beautiful as you two I think I will stay, The name is Jason Satir.(Sat-tear is how it is pronounced)

"I'm Genie I own the place and this is my friend Lily." she said.

I began to get lost in her eyes as I snapped back into it. It had been months since I had been with a woman and I would not mind having her in the slightest.

"What can I do for you?" she asked

"Oh just looking for some fun around here and need some supplies. Could you help me? I understand if your busy." I said awaiting a answer as I twirled by pistol.

 

[ariosto]

"Ringo means trouble Chester."
Dillon watched the man walk over towards the General Store.

"Gosh Mister Dillon, I shure didn't know he had a wife in town."
The tall deputy brushed himself off and took a last look at the rapidly cooling barber.

"Yeah...news t'me too. If Lily's his wife then it may be news to a lot of men around Dodge."

"Say Mister Dillon, wasn't there some talk about you an..."

"Can it Chester, we got other problems."
He nodded towards the figure of a tall man in a long black duster walking towards the General Store.
"That's Satir, Jason Satir...there's a circular on my desk.
Wanted dead or alive...$500 reward."

"Let's go get him then!"
Dillon put out his arm to stop his eager deputy.

"WAIT!...Satir, Ringo and Thurman all in Dodge on the same day.
That sound a bit odd to you.
Matt spat a wad in their direction.
"Go get Sam Brown and Doc if he ain't to drunk.
I think we better have a bit more iron before we confront them boys."

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Doc was drunk all right but not to drunk to grab the new girl Caroline around the waist and drag her onto his lap, running his hand up her crinolines and along a length of smooth warm thigh.

Sam stood up and walked back to the bar.
"Doc yore a hopeless case...the more you drink the randier you get."

"Ain't that the truth!"
Kitty observed, and turned back to the stranger.
"Sam this dark handsome hombre is lookin' for a fiery little Mexican spitfire. Says she's supposed to be here in Dodge.
You seen her around?"

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Doc Adams tossed back his whisky and poured another, offering it to Caroline.
"In a minute my dear, the Marshal or Chester will bust in here and ask me to verify that Vernon the barber is deceased.
I will be expected to go out into that furnace and inspect his mortal remains...."

She looked at him wide eyed...lovely eyes, he thought...and put her arms around his neck, leaning her sweet cheek against his stubbled one.
"Poor man." She said.

"You would do me a great service...for which you will be liberaly rewarded if before that happens you were to invite me to your room...I'll bring the bottle."
Doc leaned forward and pressed a grateful kiss on the swelling ivory curve of each barely contained breast.

 

[Ruse]

Miguel Diego

To greet the woman of the house was an honor, though her intentions of finding out my identity and purpose here were self evident as well.

"My name is Don Miguel Juan Lobo Diego, Senorita. I come from Mexico City in search of my fiance with the intentions of returning her to our home. If she wishes to return with me it will be my honor to marry her this fall and share my life with her. If she does not it will sadden my heart, but I will bid her adieu. I come to your fine emporium in peace and will not assault your patrons unless it becomes a matter of honor."

I accepted her dainty hand as she offered it and knelt, kissing the perfumed skin before releasing it and standing, meeting her eyes.

"Most men are wise enough not to insult a spanish nobles honor. Those that aren't are dead" I finished with an eloquent shrug of my shoulder, the warning given to the throng of men and women that surrounded me.

"I would be honored if you would share a drink with me and we could discuss the town and perhaps the location of my beloved?"

Lifting the tintype from the bars surface I offered it to her and patiently waited.

 

[White Queen]

Caroline

Ringo, who Caroline hadnt seen in a long time walked past her and out to the streets, no doubt making Marshal Dillon a little worried about having him back...

Caroline watches for a moment and walks back inside the Saloon, Kitty, the Saloon owner was already in the room, standing beside the bar, Caroline walks towards the bar and before she can say a word she is pulled by Doc to his lap, he quickly move s a hand along her smooth legs and thighs...

Doc Adams tossed back his whisky and poured another, offering it to Caroline. "In a minute my dear, the Marshal or Chester will bust in here and ask me to verify that Vernon the barber is deceased. I will be expected to go out into that furnace and inspect his mortal remains...."

Caroline wraps her arms around his neck and leans her head, her cheek resting against his... " Poor man ". Caroline moves her chest closer to Doc, her ample busom just inches away from Docs face, her sweet perfume intoxicating him...

"You would do me a great service...for which you will be liberaly rewarded if before that happens you were to invite me to your room...I'll bring the bottle." Doc leaned forward and pressed a grateful kiss on the swelling ivory curve of each barely contained breast.

Caroline giggles, letting Doc have his way and taking a drink of her whiskey. " Well Doc ", Caroline traces a finger along Docs lips " You know you are welcome in my room, but I think Marshall Dillon wont be too patient with you making him wait... he just asked Chester to come get you and Sam ".

Caroline turns around for the door just in time to see Chester walking in and head towards the bar...

 

[La Mirage]

Marisol Santiago

Pearl's Bawdy House

Marisol slid off her slippers and rubbed her feet. It had been another long day and she was weary. She longed for a hot bath and the soft comfort of a featherbed, but she would have to settle for a quick wash-up and the lumpy pallet she had been given when she moved in.

She had to split the five bucks a throw she made but kept her tips; room and board was two bits a week. Far from living the life she was used to, but the alternative to being a percentage girl at Pearl's was unacceptable.

Marisol shimmied out of her dress and unlaced her corset, pouring water from the pitcher on the stand into a basin. then reached up to pull out the two ivory combs that held her raven hair. It tumbled down in heavy curls, caressing her ivory skin, a boon from her Castillian mother.

The memory and resentment of what had brought her here came back as clearly as the dawn. Miguel with that... that... puta in his arms! She hadn't been good enough! He had had to go to another. Well, she swore that she would show him when she packed a small bag and ran in the dark of night. She would show him that she could be desirable to a man. If he did not want her... someone else would.

"Damn his eyes!" she suddenly cursed aloud. "Madre de Dios how can I still think of him after what he has done!"

 

[Ruse]

Miguel Diego

The jostle from behind me was too harsh to ignore and I turned my back to the bar and looked at the tall and very smelly cowboy.

"Si Senor? Is there someting I may do for you? Forgive me if I have intruded on you?"

The polite way of asking seemed to amuse them and brought a harsh laugh from him, his week old growth of beard parting to show a row of rooted teeth and foul smelling breath.

"Ya could give me all your money as ah gesture of greaser friendliness, pretty boy. Or ya could get outa da way and let me at Miss Kitty here. I'm suhr she would appreciate a real man"

The rancid breath wafted at me along with his body odor and I lifted my hand to wave the smells away.

"I would buy you a drink and offer you enough for a room and a bath, Senor"

The offer seemed to infuriate the gringo cowboy and I sighed as he puffed up his chest, leaving my hand on my shoulder.

"Or I will pay for your funeral and dance on your grave"

It was a warning and a call to his bluff. My attention was now on him fully, ignoring the lady beside me and the bartender behind as I leaned against the bar, pinning my 44 between it and my hip.

"It is your choice, amigo"

 

[ariosto]

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[ariosto]

Writing for Sam and Doc

"Ain't nobody's choice friend."

Sam reached under the bar and pulled out the cut down scattergun.
It was aimed in the general direction of the tall cowboy, but hewas keeping a wary eye on both of the newcomers.
"No fireworks in the Long Branch...take your problems outside...hear me?"

Sam was nearly seven feet tall and looked kinda formidable above the two black holes of the 12 guages barrels.

"If your lookin' for a little Chiquita, Amigo...I think you'll find her at Pearl's. She kinda stands out if ya know what I mean."
Doc tried to wink but it came across as a leer and that didn't seem to please the Spanish 'grandee' to much at all.