IC: Red Mesa

[SEVERUSMAX]

"As penalty for your crimes, I hereby sentence you to hang from the gallows at noon tomorrow," the Hon. James Fairfax informed the defendant who had just been convicted of rustling. Justice was swift and severe in Red Mesa. It had to be.

Jim Fairfax then headed to the saloon. He had some drinking to do, to get this goddamned war, the dry desert heat, and the pressure by his father and mother to marry a respectable Charles Town lady off his mind. The last thing that he wanted was to return to "polite society". He liked whores and booze too much for that. Besides, it was fun to be the law and the most educated and cultured man in town (not to mention possibly the richest).

 

[Tigerjaw]

Clete Argo smiled at the man in front of him on the opposite side of the table. "Are you in?" He asks with a low voice. The stranger that made the big misstake of joining the poker game shruggs and drops the cards on the table. "Hell no!" He exclaims as he stands up with a murdering look at Clete. He quickly walks over to the bar table and orders something strong to drink, to forget that he lost most of his earnings.

Clete Argo smiles as he collects his winnings. Another good day for the gun fighter. Most days however aren't as good. there can be months in between great games and most of the time he aren't as wealthy as this day. In his experience he know that the dollars he won won't last very long.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

I have been riding for 7 days, north from the deep south of Mexico. Having tracked down my husbands killers in the mountains there. Leaving them for the coyotes staked out in the dry arrid land, a trick I had learned from an apache I had helped rescue from them. Cuchillo was a good friend now in all senses of the word. He had become my lover as we travelled north, more a sense of need than love. The after effects of the adrenaline rush from killing them. Over all my task had taken about 3 months to complete. I now had to figure out how to get back to some sort of a normal life.

I saw the haze formed by a town up ahead and thought i had better change my attire. A woman in buckskins would look out of place in a town, no matter how small. I changed into a riding skirt, and jacket and my felt spanish style riding hat. Mounted my newly broken paint stallion, a present from Cuchillo for saving his life. He was a beautiful animal and I planned on looking after him, he was an investment as good stallions were hard to come by. I knew this as that had been my husbands dream. A stud farm, breeding only the best horse stock.

I rode towards the town hoping it had a decent hotel/boarding house with a deep bath and soap. and an eatery that served more than grits and beans.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Betsy was no prude. That was the truth of the matter. She did however choose whom she would and would not service on certain days. She liked her privacy and most days she liked just hovering around the saloon letting the men cop a feel or run their hands under her chemise. Most days, she didnt wear anything under her dresses. It was so much easier. She kept her hair tightly curled and pinned. It was her pride. She also knew most men loved neat hair even when you lay underneath them cock burried balls deep gasping for air, they always liked to touch her hair.

Today, she sat at the bar nursing a bad headache brought on by to many shots. She hoped like hell no one wanted a poke at least for another hour. When she saw James come into the saloon, she changed her mind. She was taken with him. Of course, he was the only man who treated her descent before he paid to fuck her. At least she could expect some kind of conversation first with him.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

as i ride through the main street i pay attention to my surroundings. the general store, the jail, a barbershop/dentist, some houses then a bank. the other side has some single storey buildings housing a newspaper and of course the usual . the largest building in every town - the saloon/whorehouse.

i keep going until i reach the livery stables. they looked good , well kept as if the owner knew what he was doing. i dismount and walk inside leading cimarron.
"hello is there someone there?"

an old timer comes out from one of the stalls. i arrange for cimarron's board, pay for a week just now , kiss my horse on the nose and turn to leave.
"is there a place where a single lady can stay that is respectable?"

he mentions a boarding house further up the street that i could try or there is the saloon who have rooms out the back for rent. separate from the ones used by the whores of course.

after careful deliberation i decide to try the ones at the saloon. fewer people to take notice of what i will be doing. after all i had planned on earning some money when here. there's bound to be a gambling setup and i'm pretty good with the cards - my father was a gambler and would show me how to count them, mark them and of course win. yes i think red mesa will do me for a while.

i walk in through the doors to the saloon and up to the bar, asking the bartender
"hi, can you tell me who i see about renting a room? and do you have coffee?"

 

[ManOSafety]

Ben Evans

Ben decided that maybe the best place to start looking for some gainful employment would be the General Store. He had heard some whispers that Miss Decker might could use some help with things, what with her being a widow and all. Of course, he'd never say that to her, but it wouldn't hurt to stop by her figured.

Dressing in some less dusty clothes, he makes his way over to the General Store where he looks around at the merchandise while he waits for a chance to speak with Miss Decker.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Betsy was no prude. That was the truth of the matter. She did however choose whom she would and would not service on certain days. She liked her privacy and most days she liked just hovering around the saloon letting the men cop a feel or run their hands under her chemise. Most days, she didnt wear anything under her dresses. It was so much easier. She kept her hair tightly curled and pinned. It was her pride. She also knew most men loved neat hair even when you lay underneath them cock burried balls deep gasping for air, they always liked to touch her hair.

Today, she sat at the bar nursing a bad headache brought on by to many shots. She hoped like hell no one wanted a poke at least for another hour. When she saw James come into the saloon, she changed her mind. She was taken with him. Of course, he was the only man who treated her descent before he paid to fuck her. At least she could expect some kind of conversation first with him.

"If it isn't the lovely Miss Betsy? You appear to be somewhat, my dear lady," Jim commented.

"Would you like a hair of the dog that bit you?"

He loved the novelty and shock value of treating a prostitute like a lady, not to mention the effect that it had on girls like Betsy, who were not used to that kind of attention. Fairfax was always an odd duck. He fucked around and made no pretense of it. He loved women and enjoyed them, but he didn't deem them any less feminine or classy for loving sex themselves. That in itself was radical about him, especially in the Victorian age. He was as formal and courteous in public with a whore as with a lady of truly high breeding, but he made it quite clear in his demeanor that he wasn't a mouse or in any pussy-whipped. Any woman who made that mistake quickly lost his interest, without apology or even a farewell.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She snuffed at him. Hair of the dog, please.

"If a dog had bitten me lover, I would feel a damnable site better than I do but what the hell. Line em up and lets have a go" she said.

She wasnt above being rude or even a bit manly at times. She lived a vulgar life and in return it showed through her language and manner most times. She did love to see him. Always. He was quite handsome, very well mannered and could do things to her in the heat of passion, none of the other men could seem to achieve.

"What shall we send these shots to hell for? Let us toast to the sun, let us raise our glasses in salute to old Mother Nature herself eh?" she replied letting a laugh escape her. It rang around the room and sounded sweet.

She smiled at him wondering what was running the wheels today. That was the other reason she knew she had to have this man constantly. He would talk to her as an equal. Status or no, he was intelligent and made her feel the same.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

Justin walked into the saloon, a rare sight indeed and the rumor mill started whispering about him

"Hey, he killed a man over the matter of 50 dollars didn't he?"

"Yeah, shot the man right in the back with a derringer."

"Why hasn't the judge hung him yet? He doesn't like the man."

It continued, and Justin ignored them as always. He was too busy with his work to even care, but sometimes even he needed a drink. He sat down at the bar. "Whiskey, give me the bottle. Keep the glass."

The Bartender brought him a bottle of the good stuff and he paid him. Then moseyed along to the corner booth to drink in privacy. He knew James was there, and the men didn't like each other. Must be the Yankee, Confederate thing.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Betsy was more aware of the two men more than ever. They did not like each other but she did. She felt drawn to both of them . She knew what each on wanted and liked. She also knew how to set each of them on fire. Tipping a glance to Justin, she turned to James.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

Having settled in my room I decide to check out some of the locals in the bar. Knowing it was not the normal area for a lady to frequent I am going to play it quiet and try and stay out of trouble. maybe get something to eat and drink. I walk in through the back door and go to the bar.
Ordering a plate of their special and a cup of coffee i go to the booths and sit down not realising there is someone sitting there already.

"oh i'm sorry i didn't realise anyone was sitting here. i'll move if you want me to. i don't mind. i'm only here to get something to eat and meet some of the local people. how rude of me not introducing myself. i'm annabelle price from hazzard, maine."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He looked at Annabelle wearily, it could be confused for the drink, which he was downing, or his work, but he was emotionally exhausted, but not enough to be rude to a lady.

"Justin DeWitt from Farmington Maine." It was a coincidence that he was also from Maine, but true.

"If you want to sit for a spell, you're more than welcome Ma'am. I'm the town blacksmith and gunsmith. If you get your horses shoed here. you'll be coming to me." She was attractive, and he was covered in black soot.

Betsy was attractive too, but he didn't think he had any chance with either woman.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Polly Decker

Polly stood watching them build the scaffolds, shaking her head at the foolishness of men, though whether she meant the fool they were hanging, the ones standing on the walkways betting as to how long it would take him to die, or just men in general. She watched a few people ride in. Strange how people would come, bring the entire family even, to watch a man die. She didn’t know if the man was guilty or not, though rumor had it that he was caught with a rope in his hand riding among some of the Double Eagle cattle. Polly hadn’t any use for a rustler, but death was awful final.

She watched as she swept the front of the store, times were getting harder as the war was affecting what came in and what didn’t. Apparently the Union was starting to warehouse some supplies and what with men going off to fight, more fools they, the factories were having a hard time filling positions. Well as far as she was concerned she was glad New Mexico was out of it. Bad enough the number of fights started over men arguing for each side, but nothing good could come of war, but death, destruction and misery. Her Grandfather had talked of the War in 1812, and how little it really accomplished. Her Pa had talked about the War with Mexico, and as far as she could see, the States may have won the war, but she sure couldn’t see what anyone fought about, there was nothing but sage and dust as far as a body could see.

When she and Jake had come out in the wagons for Ohio, seems like they had crossed a million miles of land that pretty much all looked the same, some just drier than other. Well, she sighed, as she headed back into the store, at least Jake had left her a way to make a living. If she didn’t have the store, she probably be down the street talking men into buy her drinks. Polly wasn’t like some of the town’s women, sticking their noses up at some and not at others. She figured a person did what they had to to survive, and a dollar was a dollar. Except maybe those new paper dollars that had recently been showing up from both the Union and the Confederacy. Polly didn’t trust those no how so she had made up a large sign and posted it in the window.

COINS ONLY or GOLD DUST
NO PAPER NOTES
FROM EITHER SIDE
(See the bank first before you buy here)

It seemed to be working out all right so far but she was worried. War lasted much longer and all the metal would be used for making cannon shells and not coins. If that happened she might be forced to take the paper notes and she didn’t believe either side was going to honor those bills once the war was over no matter which side one.

Polly was putting up cans of beans from the last shipment that came through a couple of days ago. Funny how, no matter what else she ordered, beans always came through. She would have thought that the armies would have taken all those to feed the soldiers, but someone was making plenty. She heard the bell over the door jingle and turned around. It was one of the strangers that had come in the past week or so. Polly wasn’t sure exactly when but she had seen him walking down the street a couple of times.

“Yes, young man, how can I help you?” she asked.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

"If you get your horses shoed here. you'll be coming to me."

He was an attractive man under all that soot and you could tell he was a worker from the way his arm muscles moved as he lifted his drink, and he seemed to have lovely eyes. I always judge a man by his eyes. My mother once told me the were the gateway to the soul. You can tell so much from looking deeply into them.

"Now mr DeWitt, that is two coincidences. You being from the north, Maine no less and that you shoe horses. My paint stallion has a loose one on his near foreleg, I thought I was going to have to walk the last few miles to save him going lame. Cimarron is such a sweetie he would have crippled himself for me.

The bartender motions me over for my food, I fetch it back to the booth.
"Do you mind if I eat Mr DeWitt I'm famished, I was riding for almost two days without a hot meal. The trail can be lonely when you travel by yourself I think my horse is sick of the sound of my voice. constsantly talking to him. I hope you don't mind me whittering on like this, please say so if you would prefer peace and quiet."

"So tell me, how do the locals feel about us Yankees? No hostility I hope. So how long have you stayed in Red Mesa?"

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He waved her food off, a simple statement of eating around him is fine.

"For the most part, the other citizens will originally talk bad about you being a yankee, and then they shut up as the next distraction capture's their minds. I've been here for 6 years, almost long enough to lose my yankee accent and sound like the others. But watch yourself around the judge. He hates Yankees, though he puts up with us as long as we don't casu trouble." He looked her over, in that 6 years, he'd been avoiding the whores, and every man has his limits.

"You'll find my prices reasonable. I even barter for services you may want to provide." There was an offer there he didn't intend. But it was there just the same.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

Ifelt his eyes rake over my body almost as clearly as if it were his hands. It must either be a long while since he has had any intimate contact with a woman or he just has a high level of desire. His comment "You'll find my prices reasonable. I even barter for services you may want to provide." almost had me choke on my food. I don't think the hidden meaning was deliberate from his shocked expression after saying it but it did leave an opening if I ever felt the need.
Come to think of it that need was beginning to raise it's ugly head again, causing me to shift about on my seat.
"Now Mr DeWitt what could I possibly have to offer a fine man like you with a precious wife at home to cater for your every need."
I blush to pretend innocence
"i mean the only things I could offer are my services as a , cook, home maker and seamstress. The other 'ladies' of this establishment are capable of taking care of any other needs you may have I'm sure."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He heard her words, stunned about what she could possibly mean. She was indeed a very beautiful woman. But it was out of the question in his mind, to take advantage of the woman. Other men in the town might have leapt at the oppourtunity, but the were uncivilized ruffians. Though it felt good to have a woman throw passes at him again.

"I'm not married. My store remains my home. And I don't really take advantage of the ladies here's services."

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

"Well in that case Mr DeWitt, may I offer my services as I stated before. The home maker covers cleaning and laundry too ..... my fee would not be too great . If you would shoe my horse and pay for his keep for my duration in town. not much for a good home cooked meal twice a day, and nothing else to worry about at home."


I had not missed his statement of not frequenting the ladies of the saloon either. So it has either been six years without female love or he has been visiting some of the other local women. If it has been six years the poor man must be about to explode. I now had a new mission for a while at least - to give this handsome man some sexual relief before too long.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

"I think we have a deal Miss Price. But you'll find there's not much to do. Just a bit here and there. Though a hot meal does sound better than my liquid meals I often take." He took a swig of the whiskey again, he wasn't an alcoholic, but he did like the drink.

"And I'll think of providing you a new gun if you'd like one. A woman by herself on the open plains has got to have a good firearm for her own protection." Or if she prefered, he could just supply her with bullets for the gun she currently had.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

"Why that would be most kind Mr DeWitt. My pistol has seen better days as the accuracy is not what it used to be. I discovered that last week when I had to see off a couple of undesirables. I wounded one of them when I was aiming at his feet to warn them off. I don't think it was my shooting that was off but maybe you could check for me. After i've eaten if you have time perhaps?"

This is defiinitely working out better than I thought. Cimarron taken care of in return for minimal work. A man making a new gun for me and possibly to fill an aching void sexually. What more could I ask for. Except maybe a better place to stay. Saloons and whorehouses were never my idea of ideal accomodation.

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He wasn't reading her mind, but he was damned if she was going to sleep in a salloon if he knew that's what she was thinking. Still, he almost sounded psychic. "I don't have much, but I do have a cot that I have in my storage room for when I work too late to go to my home over the workshop. It's warm, and I promise not to touch ya ma'am. And I have a few spare pillows and blankets."

He continued about the guns however. "Yes, I'll check the accuracy of the gun, and readjust it if you want to keep it, but if you want a new one, I have a few on sale, I can give you one, and I wouldn't have any problem making you a new one if they don't appeal to you. Maybe a shotgun or a rifle to go with it."

 

[Tigerjaw]

Clete Argo stood up from the table and headed over to the bartender. "a whiskey." He said quietly. A few seconds later he had the glass in his hand. He sipped the strong liquid before placing the glass on the bar table. His eyes never stopped being cautious. He saw everyone entering and leaving the saloon. A bad habit, or better put. It was what had made him live long enough to reach the age of 32.

His size was not very impressive. He was rather tall but very slender. It was his eyes that caught attention. They where steel grey and often seemed cold. His black hair was almost reaching his shoulders and he was almost never seen without his black stetson hat. by old habit he always wore cowboy clothes and his well used 1851 year model Colt Navy was in a low worn holster on his left thigh with the grip pointing forward. The Colt was in perfect condition and the holster was well oiled.

Clete kept a cautionous eye on the surroundings as he sipped his whiskey and talked with the bartender. On numerous occations he had helped out when the customers got wild. He had allready killed 3 peaple when he couldn't persuade them to keeping the peace. Because of his skill with the Colt and that he was not afraid to use it he had been approached with the proposal of getting hired as the town sheriff. Still he did not know if he would accept.

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

"Why Mr DeWitt i didn't mean to put you in a position you felt you had to offer me accomodation . You are being too kind as it is. If you feel you must offer me a place to stay I must be able to do something more to help you, maybe help stoke your fire. I am not afraid of hard work sir, see for yourself, check my hands and arms. I have callouses and muscles in places you would never dream of. A girl travelling alone has to be able to earn her keep as well as defend herself.

But if you are sure it wouldn't be imposing i would love to accept your offer Mr DeWitt. As I said I'm sure we can come to some arrangement regarding payment. Thankyou. From one yankee to another even if this is not the time or place to say it. It has been so long since I heard a familiar accent. I haven't been home in around five years..........."

 

[Bigdavebeast]

He nodded and examined her hand, tracing the callouses lightly, he didn't realize what he was doing really. That's what made it so casual and intense. He looked at her other hand and did the same thing, touching the callouses to examine how deep they were.

"You won't be imposing, I wouldn't invite you if I thought so. But this is still a rough place and I will not have a woman walking to my shop by herself, guns or no guns."

 

[cockslave]

annabelle "the vixen" price

"Thankyou once again for your hospitality Mr DeWitt , and if we are to be so closely aquainted perhaps you should call me annabelle. "

I sit there watching him check both my hands so tenderly. My fingers so small , almost lost in his - the skin so rough. A true workman's hands. I find myself thinking of what the rest of him must be like in comparison.

"If you have no objections would it be alright if I collect my belongings and come over now before 'trade' picks up for the night. I wouldn't want to have to offend some of the regular customers if they had the wrong idea about me."