The Gunslinger

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Most people think of the Old West as a Man's land where the gun settled things where words or the fist could not. But that wasn't always the case......


Kate Bishop
Age:23
Hair:Blonde, shoulder length
Height:5'5"
Eyes:Hazel
Build:Slender and toned with a set of firm rounded breasts to die for


Perdition,Texas

November 12, 1868....

A light dusting of snow blanketed the ground outside in the streets. Here and there people went about there daily buisness..but just outside of town at a fencerow alongside a field several shots rang out.

"That was pretty good shootin' there Kate." Said Ol' Jebb as he sat on a stump watching her shoot cans off the fence. Kate smiled and nodded, her hazel eyes gazing out from under her wide brimmed hat. She slowly started to reload the 57' Caliber Army pistol her brother had given her three years ago.

"Thanks Jebb" Was all she said. As the last bullet went into the pistol she looked at him. "I miss him you know....do you..do you think.."

Jebb stood and went over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Think you'll ever see him again? I don't see why not, he can't stay gone forever."

Kate sighed."Jebbit's been three years now going on four. When he left town he said "To HELL with this place and everyone in it" I've never seen him so angry, I thought for sure he was gonna shoot the Rithcson Brothers just because they tried to talk him out of it. And on top of that it's been three years and he hasn't even sent a telegram or a letter letting me know he's alright."

Jebb nodded "Well time does have a way of healing things. Maybe he just needed to clear his head, to find himself again. After all he did see some terrible things in the War."


Kate nodded. Jebb was right, he had seen some awful things in the War betwee the States. There were many nights he would wake up screaming and it would be all she could do to keep him calm and quiet. He had been taken prisoner during the third year of the war and had been kept at Camp Sutter..a prison camp the Union never knew they had..until a Union Officer stumbled across it by accidnet. Camp Sutter was a Prison Camp for the Union but for the Confederates being held there they, they would have been better off in the barrel of a cannon. Nearly every day prisoners were beaten, some severely. Even the Officers would get tortured beyond belief. How her Brother survived was beyond her. Shortly after the Camp's discovery the Union Army sent in a small unit to take control of the camp. Once the camp had come under control of a more or less friendly nature the prisoners there were cared for imediatley. Some were actualy sent home. Her Brother was one of the "lucky" ones to be sent home. But before he had left the same Officer who had stumbled upon the camp had given him his pistol. The same pistol Kate now had.

"Maybe we should head back into town, it's getting late an' I gots me a bottle of whiskey waitin' at the saloon." Jebb said with a grin on his face.

"No..you can go back if you want..I'm gonna go home.." Kate gave him a kiss on the cheek as she climbed over the fence and began to make her way back to her house, which was snuggled up against the woods edge on the other side of the field.

 

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As Kate made her way towards her small house, her dog Jack came bounding across the field towards her barking all the way. She just gave the dog a smile as she kept on walking.. Soon Jack was padding along beside her, his tongue hanging out in that happy doggy fashion.

As she got closer to home she could see that the fire she had built earlier had not gone out fully yet, as there was a thin whisp of smoke making its way out of the chimney. Her home wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. In all it had five room...a kitchen,small den,two bedrooms,and a bath. Out behind the house she had a small shack set up for various tools, and then there was the out house...which had a sign on the door that said "Out House". She found she had to label it so that if Ol' Jebb was here and drunk he wouldn't get it confused with her tool shack again.

Opening the door she stepped inside, Jack running past her and jumping on the sofa, curling up almost immediatley. "What..glad I'm home so you can take over the sofa again?" She said as she walked past the dog and gave it a pat on the head. Lokingover at the fire she guessed she should throw another log or two on in about an hour. But right now it was time to fix up some food.

On her way to the kithen she paused at a bedroom door. With a sigh she opened it slowly. Inside it was dimly lit as the rays of the setting sun filtered through the curtains of her brothers bedroom. Everything was still the way he had left it. The bed was half made, one of his belts wrapped up and laying on the dresser. His closet door was still open and devoid of any clothing except for a brown deer hide vest. Slowly she made her way into the room and over to the closet, looking at the vest.

As she looked upon it her hand reached out and touched it, she had made this for him....why hadn't he talen it with him? with a slight shake of her head she removed it from the peg it was hanging on and put it on herself. Then she continued to the kitchen, shutting the door to his room quietly behind her.

As she ate her thoughts were still on him, wondering why he had left, where he had gone..and he was the only real family she had left here and now he ws gone...and then a sudden thumping noise on the porch jolted her out of her thoughts, her pistol lept to her hands as she stood and faced the door.

Again there it was, the thumping sound. Slowly she made her way over to a window and pulled back a fraction of the curtain, looking to the side carefuly. Okay..she calmed down a bit..the thumping was being made by the small porch swing as it blew in the whind.

Later that night she went to bed, the whind blew outside cold and hard, but inside it was nice and warm, a warm fire burning in the fireplace. And in her room she slept. Her clothes were piled on the floor as she usualy slept nude, but tonight she was partialy covered as the only article of clothing she wore was the vest.

 

[mr spikey]

The Rebel

I stepped off the train and looked around. The town had hardly changed since I left it. I walked slowly down the street. It was late at night, and I didn't think anyone would recognize me. I wanted to avoid any confrontations. There was always some tough kid who wanted to make a name for himself.
I wondered if she still lived at the same place. Almost four years had passed since I had left. I knew she had taken it hard. As I got closer to the house, I heard the front porch swing banging in the wind. Nervously, I approached the front door. Would she even let me in? I made a fist with my hand and started to knock, but I thought not this way, not in the middle of the night. It would be better in the morning or at least when she could see me. It was never a good idea to surprise her, she was that fast. I didn't want to make the same mistake as last time.
I turned away and the wind blew cold and hard. I made my way to the local inn and got a room for the night.
This was going to be harder than I thought.

 

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The next morning came along with a high wind. One that shook the house and rattled the windows. On the bed Kate thrashed around and suddenly bolted upright. Even though it was chilly in the house she had a bead of nervous sweat on her brow. Her breathing was coming hard and fast as she looked around..and notticed that her pistol had made it into her hand and was pointing at the window. She had been dreaming...she knew it must have been a bad one but couldn't remember what it was about. Slowly she lowered the gun and started to slide out of the bed.

The slight chill of the house along with the material of the vest had caused her nipples to hardden and press against the vest.
She really didn't like early winters...those were the coldest. Standing now on the cold floor she shivvered as she slipped into a pair of breeches and boots.

Looking now out the window she oculd see the sun was barely up yet. So with a shrug she went about getting a bath ready. Not realy feeling like going out to thepump shewent over to the closet and opeend the door. In it were some large barrels filled with water. Dragging one out and over to the bathroom she lifted the top off and started to carefuly tips it over into the tub.

She had just about gotten it in when ll of a sudden she heard a cracking sound like wood and the side of the barrel snapped. The barrel fell off the tun side and onto the water, flooding the bathroom and part of the small den. "Damnit it all Kate!" She snapped at herself.

Angrily she grabbed the barrel and caried it over to the front door which she flung open and threw the barrel out of.
Then with a sigh she shut the door and went back to her room. Opening the dresser she took out a loose fitting white shirt and put it on. She then put the vest on over it. Next came her pistol belt and pistol.

On her way out the door she grabbed a heavy coat and threw it on over the vest as she headed awy from the house, Jack padding along beside her with that happy doggy look on his face.

Twenty minutes laterfound her well within the town of Perdition.
Stroling into the Saloon that was just starting to wake up shelooked around. No customers were here yet except for her. The Bar Keeper was just starting to set up. Heading over tothe bar she gave it a knock. "Yes?" The barkeep saidas he came over.

"I need a bath please."

"Of course Kate." The bar keep gave her a nod as he went off. "Please follow me, Nelly will be with you shortly."

She followed him to the back. There he led her into a room that had a porcelain tub and some towels. A tray of scented soaps and perfumes for the water. Water..well the tub was empty for now.

Soon though Nelly camein with some hot water she began to fill the tub up with. The water was ina large can so it took her several trips before the tub was full. "Is there anything I can get for you Kate?" Nelly asked as she finished filling the tub.

"No..thanks Nel." And Kate began to undress. Her pistol belt she placed beside the tub in easy reach. Then shebegan to fully undress. As Nelly left the room Kate turned slightlyto the door. She knew Nelly someitmes watched her undress so as she stood there she began to make a show of it. Then a thought crossed her mind. As a slow grin came across her face she sat on the side of the tub and slowly began to remove her shirt. As it dropped to the flor her hands rose along her sides lifting her breasts and rubbing across them, mashing them together. Her thumbs rolled over nipples slowly causing them to hardden. Then she began to pinch and pull on them, eliciting a soft moan from her lips that surprised her. A slight shiver ran through her body as she began to feel the first twinges of arousal, first begining in her breasts centered around her nipples which she was playing with and then cousrsing down her body like a gentle warming liquid until it began to find its way to her womanhod.

Slowly she stood and began to remove her boots which were followed by her breeches. One hand however continued to ofndle and squeeze her breasts. Her breathing was starting to become deep. Swallowing a little she sat back down on the side of the tub, then turned so she was straddling it. The coolness of the side met the warmth that was between her legs. Again her hands were pulling and toying with her breasts and nipples.

As they did she could feel a wetness begin to fomr between her legs and she began to smell the scent of her arousal. Her whole body felt warm now and there was a dull ache forming within her womanhood. Slowly she began to move back and forth across the tubs side, rubbing her pussy along the cool porcelain, smearing her juices over it.

Yes it felt nice but it wasn't enough.

She wasn't sure if Nelly was watching, but right now she didn't care if she was or wasn't. She had stoked the fires of arousal within her and now they needed to be quenched.

One hand still on a breast, her other trailed down her body until it came to rest in the moundof curls between her legs. Slowly a finger began to find its way through her lips which were drenched with her juices until it found her clit. Then it started rubbig it in circles. First slow, then fast and quick, alternating between the motions.

Gasps of pleasure escaped her.

And then there was a knock at her door and the voice of the bar keep, bringing her out of her [pleasures.."Kate, I'll make you some coffee when your done okay?"

With a sigh Kate answered "Okay..." And then she slipped into the tub. "Damnit.." She said to herself with a smal laugh.

 

[mr spikey]

The Rebel

I awoke the next morning and the smell of a three day train ride hung in the air. I went down to inquire about a bath and the bartender told me I had to wait. He said that he was going to make coffee and that I would have to wait until girl inside was done. I asked him who was in there and slipped him a silver dollar to help his memory. He finally told me and said he didn't want any trouble, that I was taking a big chance. I smiled at him and said thanks for the warning, but I think I know what I am doing. I told him to let me take the coffee into her and that everything would be alright.
As soon as the coffee was ready, I walked into the back and knocked on the door. In a muffled voice, I said "Coffee's ready".

 

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She had been sitting in the tub, enjoying the warmth of the water...along with the feelings her fingers were eliciting in her again as they played across the lips of her pussy. It had been almost a year since she had been with a man, her former lover having met his end as the receiver for a bullet discharged during a bar fight that had suddenly gotten more out of control.

She could feel an orgasm beginning to build deep within her as her fingers played faster and gfaster, two of them dipping into the opening of her tight squeezing tunnel, her nipples had become rock hard, her head resting against the back of the tub, the look of complete extacy upon her face.

And then there it was..that damned knocking again. Followed by "Coffee's Ready." With a disgruntled look she forced herself to step and quickly composed herself by dunking herself under the water, submerging her head before she came up again.

She was just about to say come in when she paused..the voice..it was different...she could tell and she also could tell it wasnt the barkeep. Whenever he made coffe and it was done he would whistle a tune as he brought it to her....Taking her gun out of its holster she leaned back in the tub, coveringher breasts in the water and pointed the gun at the door. "Come in...Sam..." She said calmly and sweetly, although she had a feeling it wasn't Sam...

 

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OOC:

If anyone wishes to join in you're more than welcome

 

[mr spikey]

The Rebel

I opened the door with one hand and backed into the room and turned around to see the gun pointed right at my mid-section. I smiled down at her and said "You're still sharp as ever. I thought this would be the best way to see you without getting shot first." I stood in the doorway and looked down at her, her head portruding above the soapy water. I kicked the door shut with my the back of my foot.
"I was hoping you would give me a chance to explain before pulling the trigger." She still held the gun steady. She looked at me and I tried to guess the intentions behind those hazel eyes.I licked my lips nervously, waiting for her to make a decision.

 

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As the fool turned around she was shocked..her hand started to shake, not out of nervousness but more out of anger, and wanting to scream in joy at the same time. She waited for him to set the mug of coffee down slowly on a stand then hold out his hands to show he wasn't armed.

She couldn'tbelieve it...he was gone..no...had been gone! But now here he was, standing in the bathroom of the Saloon with a mug of Coffe in his hand.

Then before he knew it she had dropped the gun onto the bath mat and was out of the tub, she was soaking wet and soapy but that didn't stop her. Her arms were flung around his neck as she clung to him in a tight hug, her nipples were still quite hard and were pressinginto his chest, she was half sobbing as she spoke.

OOC: (I don't know if oyu already have a name in mind but if you do feel free to erase this one and use yours)

IC:

"Brett...Brett where the Hell have you been??" She spoke between sobs of joy, she could feel some of the ache in her heart begin to leave.

Then she suddenly stepped back and gave him a light slap across the face as she grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around herself holding it in place. She stood there with her mouth half way open and she nearly shouted at him "Brett Jeremy Bishop! How dare you come in here like this!! You have been gone for three god damned years with no word, you had me fucking worried sick almost! And now you think you can come back to town and visit me in the saloon while I bathe??!! How dare you!!"

Then she was hugging again and back to her half sobs.."Welcome home..."

 

[mr spikey]

Brett

Her hand started to shake and I thought this is it. Then the gun fell into the bathtub and she jumped out and wrapped her arms aroung my neck hugging me. "Brett... Brett, where the hell have you been?"
Then she stepped back and slapped me. She wrapped a towel around her dripping wet body and yelled at me for popping back into her life. I winced as she used the name Brett Jeremy Bishop. She finished with "How dare you?" and then hugged me again, her wet breasts soaking my shirt. She says between wet sobs "Welcome home...".
I pull her body close to mine. My hands run down her back, feeling the soft wet flesh against my fingetips. I lean downward and kiss her sweet lips, my tongue parting between them to meet hers. I whisper in her ear "I really need a bath ..."

 

[Hiryu]

Timothy

The town seemed peacefull at the first glance; however Tim decided a long time ago that he would remain on his guard reguardless of his surroundings. He trotted in to town on his little grey horse passing through the dirt covered streets and wooden buildings. A hand moved up to a silver pendant he wore around his neck. It was a curious figurine, a winged daemon shrouded in flames. His mother believed that the only luck it could possibly bring him would be bad; however it was a momento of his father and while he still drew breath it would not leave his side.

Lost in his little trance, it took him a little while to realize where he was. "The Tavern...", he thought. "This looks like the place", he said as he looked around for signs of Lucius' goons. He rode up to the tavern and tied his horse up. Landing on the ground with a thump he spotted two men hiding behind thick black coats and Lucius behind them in a pale white suit. Tim's scarf flailed in the wind as he took three steps toward them. "Eh, Ol'man!! I've come for the Hostage!!" Tim shouted. "So they sent the money after all?!", said Lucius as he looked at Tim with disbelief wondering how anyone could be that gullable. "Stop staring an' show me the merchandice!!", shouted Tim.

At last all the cards were on the table... Tim placed the sack of "cash" halfway between him and Lucius "They'll never live to know the difference anyways" Tim thought as he steped back from the sack. He took ten steps back and waited for them to bring his old man. He knew this was going to be tricky and he kept one hand at his right side next to his revolver and the other resting on the hatchet at his left. "Go get Marcus" said Lucius to the man at his left. The thug tilted his head to the side and gave him a wierd look. "Uh, but Boss... you had us, take him out already" said the thug without realy thinking.

Tim thought he smelled a trap and they had just given away their edge since he knew that now there would be no negociations. They had sealed their fate. His revolver seem'd to leap from its holster in one fluid motion and with two clean shots as he shifted his weight forward Tim put one hole in the center of each of the thug's heads. He took to a dead run tword Lucius with his hatchet grasped in his left hand. Lucius seemed to still be stunned but he managed to regain the strength to raise his gun. Tim shot off his revolver again knocking the gun out of Lucius' hand and throwing the hatchet with his left. Within seconds he was prying the hatchet out of Lucius' chest.

Tim looked around and walked up the steps and into the saloon stopping by the barkeep to toss a few coins for the mess he made outside. He sat at a stool and looked around taking in the scenery and regaining his bearings. "Barkeep!" he yelled. "Yeah, What'll it be?" was the bartender's reply. "Somethin' strong" said Tim. He sat there for what seemed to be a few hours when a waitress walked by, she looked at him curiously and said "Eh, I havent seen you around here... Ya gota name?" "Why do... Timothy, It's Timothy" he said as he looked down at his drink... there was a drop of blood in it. His hand touched his brow and he realized that Lucius must have just grazed him with that bullet of his. Soon the world around him began to get a little fuzzy as he swayed momentarily on his stool before falling to the ground unconcious. "Timmy, is it?" Said the waitress with an odd grin on her face.

 

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She was used tobeing kissed by her brother on the lips, but when his tongue slipped past her lips and touched hers, something he had never done before....it shocked her. He felt her stiffen suddenly in surprise. Slowly she started to push away from him and took a small step back. "A bath..yeah..you do need a bath..." Was all she could mannage to say, the words half stammering outof her mouth.

Then suddenly there were shots outside of the Saloon. On reflex Kate went for her gun, drawing it out of the soapy water and holding it up in a ready position. Then..she slowly started to relax her guard and sighed."This town is going to hell in a slow spin..and Sherrif Braxton don't seem to give a damn.."

As she stood there now Brett could catch sight of what looked like a scar runing across her upper arm, it was healed over but he could tell it was from a bullet that had more than grazed her. It looked like from the scarring that it had gone through her arm just below the flesh and had come out the other side, a momento from her first show down when she wasn't tossing led at a target for show.

"You ummm...you get cleaned up. The water is still nice and warm." She said as she wentbehind the curtain to dress. As she did she took a look out the still open door and she wasn't sure..but she thought she saw Jeremy leaving in an unusualy distant manner. "Hmmm....wonder if something is wrong.." She said to herself. Reaching through the curtain she grabbed the mug of coffee Brett ahd brung in and sipped form it as she slipped her jeans on.

"So, what brings you back to Perdition Brett?"

 

[flirtatiousdrea]

OOC:

Ummm...okayyyy. Hmm. Just a note, Poohive's post should have come before mine.

 

[poohlive]

It took Jeremy a good ten minutes to get out of his britches. He had woken early, cause the Lawford's always came in early in the morning to grab up some groceries. He always helped them load the wagon, poor old Mr. Lawford didn't have much in his back anymore. His salt and pepper full beard showed more than he lead on, and Jeremy, even though he had to yawn and stretch his way out of bed, got up and helped him.
After that was done, he stayed mulling over the shop, cleaning here and there. It wasn't his own shop, not yet. It belonged to his uncle, Fred. He was getting on in years himself though, and Jeremy was slowly, and steadily taking things over. He would have loved to own his own store, one day.
There was another reason he made himself get up in the mornings, and that was the offchance that...
A glimpse of white shone by the window. Jeremy peered out, making sure his eyes didn't deceive him. They didn't. Kate was going for a bath, as she did every once in a while.
"Fuck," he swore, looking down at himself. He had to change, and fast. Jeremy ran upstairs, throwing on pants, pulling an old shirt over himself. He looked presentable, but not by much. That's all he needed though.
He ran out of the store, the door clamming behind him. With light feet, he made his way across to the bar.
"Did she just get in?"
The bar tender, brewing a cup of coffee, just gave him a sly smile.
"Now, why is it when Mrs. Bishop comes in here for a bath, you almost always show up."
Jeremy gave a faint laugh, but didn't say anything, "How is she?"
"Wonderful as always. You're late."
Jeremy grumbled, "I had to put clothes on."
"She put on quite a show, I don't know, I think you missed out."
Jeremy cursed that. Clothes. Who needed clothes? He missed out on her show. Damnit. He was going to...
It was then that he actually looked at the door to the bathroom. His eyes grew wide, as he saw it open, and Kate was there, naked, hugging a man. At first, jealous dug through him, but it wasn't until the bar tender, leaning against him, with a voice that sounded miles away told him it was her brother.
Her brother!
He was supposed to be dead, or with some stupid gang, or some place hundreds of miles away, forgotten from this perfect moment, but here he was, being hugged.
Jeremy ground his teeth.
The bar tender laid down a shot of whiskey, and he drank it up without another thought. He walked out, slow and steady, his feet catching on the floorboards that stuck out.
He walked back to his uncle's store.