Wind_Walker
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sorry it seems this was never to be......
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my apologies to any and all
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this is a time for apologies, and farewells....
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Drawn by the sound of the piano, and the bright lights, I walk into the lavishly furnishned bar. Ordering a bottle of the bar's best whiskey, I pour myself a double shot and feel the burn of it as it slides down my throat, clearing the dust of many miles.
Across the room, I see a small crowd gathering around two card players, who seem to be more intent on bargaining than playing. Picking the bottle off the counter with my left hand, I walk across the brightly lit carpet, pushing through the crowd.
At the sight of the ravishing beautiful woman, my eyes widen as she more than holds her own against the man across the table. Setting my bottle on the table top, I see their both their eyes drawn to it, then to me, as I stand above them, lossening the Colt in my holster.
"Do you have room for one more, or do I need to shoot this pretty boy, before I sit in" I question the woman, admiring the slope of her breasts from my vantage point.
Seeing the glint of anger in the gamblers eyes, I sneer at him and goad him further.
"It looks like you need help anyways, pretty boy, you already have your money belt on the table, and it looks like you've been here less than an hour." Watching the flush of red creep to his cheeks, and his eyes harden, I warn him catching a flicker of movement from his right hand. "Keep your hands where I can see them, pardner, or I'll drill you a new third eye!"
Keeping my eyes on his, I address my next comment to the breathtaking female.
"You've got yourself a card sharp here honey, I've followed him from across the river, after he cheated the last group of players and left one dead, and another wounded"
Across the room, I see a small crowd gathering around two card players, who seem to be more intent on bargaining than playing. Picking the bottle off the counter with my left hand, I walk across the brightly lit carpet, pushing through the crowd.
At the sight of the ravishing beautiful woman, my eyes widen as she more than holds her own against the man across the table. Setting my bottle on the table top, I see their both their eyes drawn to it, then to me, as I stand above them, lossening the Colt in my holster.
"Do you have room for one more, or do I need to shoot this pretty boy, before I sit in" I question the woman, admiring the slope of her breasts from my vantage point.
Seeing the glint of anger in the gamblers eyes, I sneer at him and goad him further.
"It looks like you need help anyways, pretty boy, you already have your money belt on the table, and it looks like you've been here less than an hour." Watching the flush of red creep to his cheeks, and his eyes harden, I warn him catching a flicker of movement from his right hand. "Keep your hands where I can see them, pardner, or I'll drill you a new third eye!"
Keeping my eyes on his, I address my next comment to the breathtaking female.
"You've got yourself a card sharp here honey, I've followed him from across the river, after he cheated the last group of players and left one dead, and another wounded"
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A pause for station identification....
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first off, my apologies....twas not my intentions to anger or confuse anyone, obviously I was the one confused. Founf this site by accident, my hobby being american fiction in the west...
How I arrived here is a good question, but after blundering about it seems a good place for fantasy, and this thread has the start of an excellent tale.So if you dont mind, when I have a partner, I will return...perhaps there is a lonely wench out there that wouldn't mind portraying a waitress and we could hit it off?
NOW<> IN CHARACTER....
Davey takes the slow walk from the saloon, the truth hitting him hard. He had been lucky twice with the Doc, and walked away alive in both instances...To pick a fight after being bested the first time, the odds being two to one and lose was crazy enough. But to return alone and try it again still freshly injured was nothing but crazy. Shaking his head Davey clears the alchohol induced fog from his mind and wanders over to a cafe that advertises home cooking.
"Coffee, hot and black" He requests from the waitress seeing the tired eyes on her pretty face. Glancing around Davey finds the place deserted, except for a drunk passed out at the far corner table.
"Bring the pot, Miss, and have a seat with me, you look like you need a break and I could surely use the company..."
first off, my apologies....twas not my intentions to anger or confuse anyone, obviously I was the one confused. Founf this site by accident, my hobby being american fiction in the west...
How I arrived here is a good question, but after blundering about it seems a good place for fantasy, and this thread has the start of an excellent tale.So if you dont mind, when I have a partner, I will return...perhaps there is a lonely wench out there that wouldn't mind portraying a waitress and we could hit it off?
NOW<> IN CHARACTER....
Davey takes the slow walk from the saloon, the truth hitting him hard. He had been lucky twice with the Doc, and walked away alive in both instances...To pick a fight after being bested the first time, the odds being two to one and lose was crazy enough. But to return alone and try it again still freshly injured was nothing but crazy. Shaking his head Davey clears the alchohol induced fog from his mind and wanders over to a cafe that advertises home cooking.
"Coffee, hot and black" He requests from the waitress seeing the tired eyes on her pretty face. Glancing around Davey finds the place deserted, except for a drunk passed out at the far corner table.
"Bring the pot, Miss, and have a seat with me, you look like you need a break and I could surely use the company..."
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Staking my claim
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I am staking my claim here, pending approval of the management and the lonely cowboy above.
Could someone let me in on the time period? Sounds like mid-nineteenth century Gold Rush to me, but want to be sure before I get my corset laced up, boys.
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I am staking my claim here, pending approval of the management and the lonely cowboy above.
Could someone let me in on the time period? Sounds like mid-nineteenth century Gold Rush to me, but want to be sure before I get my corset laced up, boys.
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Calla Wilde McCardle
She's got the face of Lillie Langtry, he thinks, as she lifts the pot of coffee and slips around the bar. A Jersey lily smack dab in the dust of Deadwood. Well, stranger things have happened. I've survived this long, for one.
Davey notices that she never really fixes her eyes on anything as she walks through the saloon, though the smile never leaves her face. It's not a big smile, but it has a way of easing away the miles and miles of lonely trail, like a warm fire and a soft bed at the end of the day.
She pours for him, and he sees the rough places on her white hands. There must be a lot of glasses to wash in a place like this, he thinks. A lot of greasy plates too. But she has the face of a princess from a fairytale, something a man out west can only dream of.
"Here you go," she says softly, and he hears the whisper of Ireland in her voice. She isn't very tall. He thinks he could span her tightly corsetted waist with his hands. Slow down now, boy. She'd run like a scared rabbit if she could see the thoughts in your head.
"Sit a spell. I haven't spoken to a soul in days," he tells her, and hopes his face has the proper mixture of boyish charm and desperation that he has been told he does so well.
"I...I really can't." Her cheeks blush to a pink that makes him rigid under the table, and she nods her head in the direction of Lou Service. "I have to earn my keep here, you know." And she smiles. Bigger this time. Maybe almost as though she means it.
He notices the black dress that sheathes her breasts like a cuirass is old and a little shiny near the seams. She's down on her luck too, he thinks. Maybe she's not so different from me.
He isn't sure why he does it, but he slips a silver dollar into her hand.
She's got the face of Lillie Langtry, he thinks, as she lifts the pot of coffee and slips around the bar. A Jersey lily smack dab in the dust of Deadwood. Well, stranger things have happened. I've survived this long, for one.
Davey notices that she never really fixes her eyes on anything as she walks through the saloon, though the smile never leaves her face. It's not a big smile, but it has a way of easing away the miles and miles of lonely trail, like a warm fire and a soft bed at the end of the day.
She pours for him, and he sees the rough places on her white hands. There must be a lot of glasses to wash in a place like this, he thinks. A lot of greasy plates too. But she has the face of a princess from a fairytale, something a man out west can only dream of.
"Here you go," she says softly, and he hears the whisper of Ireland in her voice. She isn't very tall. He thinks he could span her tightly corsetted waist with his hands. Slow down now, boy. She'd run like a scared rabbit if she could see the thoughts in your head.
"Sit a spell. I haven't spoken to a soul in days," he tells her, and hopes his face has the proper mixture of boyish charm and desperation that he has been told he does so well.
"I...I really can't." Her cheeks blush to a pink that makes him rigid under the table, and she nods her head in the direction of Lou Service. "I have to earn my keep here, you know." And she smiles. Bigger this time. Maybe almost as though she means it.
He notices the black dress that sheathes her breasts like a cuirass is old and a little shiny near the seams. She's down on her luck too, he thinks. Maybe she's not so different from me.
He isn't sure why he does it, but he slips a silver dollar into her hand.
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Sorry wind walker, but i'm bumping this forward...for a reason perhaps someday you will understand....and Maid Marvel?
My apologies to you...if in any way I have ever been rude to you, it was not my intentions, dear lady....
This is about the only time I will apologize, to any one....and I do it with the greatest sincerity.....
Sorry wind walker, but i'm bumping this forward...for a reason perhaps someday you will understand....and Maid Marvel?
My apologies to you...if in any way I have ever been rude to you, it was not my intentions, dear lady....
This is about the only time I will apologize, to any one....and I do it with the greatest sincerity.....
