[FightingBrook]

My tribe is doing a great job creating all sorts of havoc. Most people have taken cover.  The mayor has come over and is being treated rather nastily by the judge. My keen sense of smell tells me that the mayor has been up to something other than fighting. She does have some bruises on her face and what looks like a shiner. Even so she has a randy smell.

The judge seems to want the mayor take the most exposed position as she tries to either get the outlaws to come out or for us to go in. Not sure what but there seems to be some animosity between the politician and the jurist. Not sure how this will play out. I keep my finger on the trigger and my gun ready just in case.

The outlaws finally answer the judge back. Say they have hostages. She threatens to do them harm. Always thought this was stupid because if you shoot the hostages then you don’t have any hostages. Says they are good upstanding citizens of Cattyville. From my point of view there aren’t any good upstanding citizens of Cattyville. They can kill the hostages as far as I am concerned. But it isn’t my call. The judge is running this show and I am her backup.

(Anyone can take it. Hope the rabbit isn’t within gunshot range.)

[Mistycats]

I look out the window of the bank and see the judge holding the mayor at gunpoint. Looking over to Lexi and she looks at me, both of us knowing we're not getting out of here without a fight. "Hold a gun on the judge Lexi. We'll let the mayor in and see what she has to say. I trust her more than I trust that no good judge." Lexi nods to me and I know what the judge wants. She wants a fight, with me, to settle some old scores. Maybe the time has finally come for this all to come to a head. Who knows. For now, I want to hear what the Mayor has to say. I holler out the window, "Ok judge. We'll let the mayor in, but if you make one move, you'll be pushing up daisies sure as shooting. Lexi is a pretty good shot, so I wouldn't test her." I see the judge backing off, and I open the door, quickly pulling the mayor inside.

My heart is pounding, knowing this could go from bad to worse in a flash. I look over at the mayor, and I'm just about to ask her what she has to say, when I hear something in the back room. My mind races, was that door locked back there? Is somebody back there? I sigh and look at Lexi, who nods to me and I start to make my way into the back room to check out the disturbance. 

(over to anyone, more than likely busty tiff )

[BustyTiffany35]

I shut the door behind me and turn my eyes to the mostly vacant backroom of the bank. Its dimly lit, with only a few boxes and supplies plainly littered about. The floorboards creek beneath my boots as I move deeper into the room, remaining alert and cautious with each step. I don't see either of the Outlaws in this room, they must be occupying the main floor. I do hear their voices, speaking loudly, perhaps to the gals outside the bank. I can sense the tension in the air, some bad blood is brewing between these ladies. I pull on my lasso, clutching it tightly in my hand, as I inch closer to the door that would lead me to the main floor. Licking my lips, I place one hand on the handle, turn, and push forward, and come face to face with--

"Misty!"

I gasp out abruptly, blocking the icy beauty from entering the back. My eyes bounce from the lovely blonde outlaw to her partner, Lexi, who's standing by the front window of the bank alongside a newcomer-- The MAYOR Karly?! What's she doing here?? My eyes immediately turn back to Misty, who stands there still stunned by my appearance, and I quickly step forward, closing any distance between us as I reach out with my free hand to grab her.

"Just knew y'all were up to no good! Plannin' on robbin' this here bank, is that right? Well, not if I can help it! Y'all under arrest now, ya reckon!"

(Over to Lexi or Misty or Karly!)

[Michelle]

I jam the muzzle of my Sharps rifle in the mayors back and whisper.....

"I'm letting you keep your gun cause as I said.....I'm crazy and I'm kinda hoping you try something so I can ventilate you with my rifle"   "I'm REALLY TRYING to like you mayor but I'm feeling very contrary today and by the way....you drunken piece of shit!....that is YOUR SMELL! ...not mine!!....obviously rolling around with the whores again eh?"    "You better use that silver tongue of yours to do more than lick some whore's clit Mayor.....or there are gonna be some dead folks here.....and YOU'RE GONNA BE THE FIRST......I PROMISE!......and you know I keep my promises!"

I suddenly see the bank door cracking open and I back away to the side...lifting the Sharps up...my finger on the trigger...holding the rifle at my waist...... then I hear that skank Misty tell me Lexi has a gun on me.....Like the fuck that has never happened in my life!

"Fuck You Misty!....You forget! ....I've seen that bitch Lexi shoot!"    "She couldn't hit the side of a barn if she was in it!"   I let out with a loud laugh hoping I'll piss them off and they'll do something dumb but it looks like they might let the mayor in.....

I scream out!......."Oh and Misty?"   "Any hostage gets harmed....I'M COMING FOR YOU!!....AND I'M KILLING YOUR FAT ASS FIRST SO LEXI CAN WATCH!"  "I'M GONNA ENJOY HANGING YOU MISTY!"   "YA HEAR ME?"  I'M COMING FOR YOU TWO!!!!!   I'M BRINGING THE THUNDER!!.....AND HELL'S COMING WITH ME!!!

I see the Indian girl looking at me kinda weird...and I smile at her and wink.....hoping she'll realize what I'm doing and I'm not as nuts as I'm acting........or am I?

Next thing I know Misty grabs the mayor through the cracked door and pulls her inside quickly!......I could have shot her thru the door with this Sharps but I'm still an officer of the court......I need to take them alive......let them have a fair trial...then hang em!  Here...Tombstone...or Dodge City...makes no never mind to me...if they are guilty then they hang......

His Will Be Done!

Where is that God Damn sheriff?   Jesus Christ!!!   I'm the only law in this town today?

Suddenly I hear voices going back and forth in the bank and one of them is the Sheriff??   WHAT THE FUCK?  I quickly pull out my Colt revolver and check the chamber and the cylinder to be sure its fully loaded......and jam it back in my holster.....I then grab two - one hundred and ten grain metal cartridges...each with a five hundred and forty grain paper-patched bullet..... for the Sharps 50 lever action Buffalo Rifle.... and put them between the fingers of my left hand.....the Sharps in my right hand......

I look at the Indian......I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach......I realize the time has come.....

"I'm going in!....If you want to come with me...stick behind me and when I blast the door and kick it in...I'm going in to the left....you go to the right.....shoot if you have to......this is gonna get ugly now if the sheriff is trapped in there and starts shooting....I gotta go in!"

I look at the Indian girl a last time maybe....."You don't need to be a part of this...you really don't....but I'd feel better with you with me"

I reach down inside my shirt and pull out my necklace with the gold cross on it that hangs between my breasts.....I close my eyes and bring it up to my full lips and kiss it gently.......I then let it go......I remember my father and all he taught me......I know right is on my side for once......I just know it.....

I look at the Indian girl one more time.....I lower my eyes and look back up at her....then I nod....and aim my Sharps at the base of  doorknob.....I begin to squeeze the trigger......Fuck why did I ever leave New York?...

"I'M COMING IN IF I DON'T HEAR SOMETHING IN 3 SECONDS!!!...SO I'D FILL YER HANDS YOU BITCHES!"

[FightingBrook]

I hear Michelle yell that she is going into the bank in 3 seconds. I note she said “I” and not “we”. Not sure if she wants me to enter with her but I intend to. Also not sure if it is a good idea. Have no idea what kind of weapons they have in there. Maybe ones that could blast us right through the door the moment we hit the wooden sidewalk. I can be quite in my moccasins but I don’t if those hard leathered boots and heels of the judge can not make a racket. Especially they way she likes to strut her stuff.

Just when the judge is done here comes that blonde witch rancher. I look at her askance and warily. But she has a cannon in her hand that looks like it could blast a whole in the door big enough for us to fit through. Decide her desire to protect her money is greater than our animosity.

So I hunker down getting ready to charge in when Michelle does. Waiting expectantly for some response from those insides. Keeping a vigilant eye on the  rancher with my peripheral vision.  Ready to ram the butt of my gun to the side of her ugly face if she tries something stupid.

(Next, anyone that wants to.)

[Michelle]

Holy shit!   Our esteemed rancher has showed up armed to the teeth!  I about faint dead away....but a big smile comes over my face when I hear her say she's there to help with a little extra fire power.....God we could use it!!.....now I feel we've evened the score if not have an advantage....I take a big deep breath....

I look at the rancher and extend my right hand to her......"God its good to have one more at our little party"....."Its about to get real busy around here soon"  "Oh and by the way.....Mayor Dipshit and the sheriff are in there"......"I guess they got the drop on the sheriff....I'm not sure yet"

My God we sure got the fire power now....with my Sharps.....the Henry...and her Winchester.....the problem is...we still have hostages at risk and we have to think about them.....I was hoping me counting to three would cause Lexi and Misty to at least start talking and maybe we could all bullshit our way out of this mess......I'm guess I could count real real slow......LOL!!

At least now with the rancher here....we can cover the back if need be.....maybe even help the sheriff or get to her somehow.....maybe there's a vent up on the roof.......YESSSSS!!!.......I remember the banker put in one years ago in case of a fire or a robbery....he could go to the vault and escape after shutting the vault door.....

OH MY GOD!   What did I just say?  That means one of us is gonna need to get on the roof of the bank and go down that vent into the vault....and get the jump on those shitheads from behind.

HOLY SHIT!

I look at the rancher and the Indian...and explain to them about the vent....and my idea......

I whisper softly to them......"OK folks....so thats the skinny......one of us can get down that vent.....and get the jump on those fuckers from behind.....and at the same time the other two rush the door.....if we time it just right we may make them shit their diapers and they'll drop their guns"

"If not.....well...you both know the score"  "We'll have to kill them to save any hostage from being killed"

I take a deep breath......"I'd ask for volunteers....or draw straws.....but I'm gonna make this easy......I'll go down the vent......and get the drop on them...I HOPE...from behind"

"When I get in there....I'll scream out "NOW"...as loud as I can and that is when you two blow through that door lickety split!"  'By them...if they haven't dropped their guns.....you'll already hear my Sharps going off at one of them"  "You two will have to get the second one if I can't"

"There's a good chance one of em will get me......but its a chance I have to take"

"It's down to this ladies"

I look at the Indian and reach over and take her hand and squeeze it ......'It's been an honor to have you with me.....I hope we both make it through this......if I don't....I just want to say again.....Thank You"

"WAIT FOR MY SIGNAL"

I climb up on the roof carefully....walking softly.....having already removed my boots and spurs.....and open the vent up on the roof....and slowly begin climbing the ladder down into the vault.....I see some light.....but all I hear are the voices of the Mayor...sheriff....Lexi and Misty...

It sounds like no one is in the vault....my ruckus outside has kept them at the front of the bank.......I slowly make my way down the ladder to the vault floor.......holding the Sharps in my right hand.....3 spare cartridges in my left.....

I begin slowly moving to the vault door.........its now or never.....my heart almost stops.....then I move

Then I hear the biggest line of HORSESHIT I have ever heard in certainly any case that ever came before my court!!  Its that GOD DAMN MAYOR!!!   Guarding a safe deposit box???   I almost want to shoot HER!   I come through the door...finger on the trigger as I seek out one of the sexy outlaws to blow them away and.......

............my jaw DROPS!!!

I see the sheriff evidently holding court with a gun on Misty and Lexi in a pickle and about to surrender so I am my Sharps at her.....

DROP IT LEXI!!!........I'LL DO IT!!!!

Lucky for everyone the sheriff must have got the drop on the knuckleheads......Lexi just freezes.....I lower my rifle....

"Hey Sheriff!!...long time no fleece at poker!"  "And here I thought I was gonna have your back"
I walk over to the front door of the bank.....and open the door and motion the rancher and the Indian girl to come on in......."Coast is clear Ladies!"

I then turn and glare at our esteemed Mayor....... "Madame Mayor!.....you lying God Damn sonofabitch!"
"Sheriff..would you mind if I put a cap in Madame mayor's fat ASS!"  "Not that I have to ask as I am the Judge in these parts"

"Sheriff...your a smart cookie.....do you think these TWO REPROBAITS WERE HOLDING HOSTAGES in this bank AS PART OF "GUARDING" A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX?"    I turn again and aim the Sharps rifle at the Mayor's nose......."God....PLEASE say something SMART...I so wanna blow your head off!!"

I take a deep breath and lower the Sharps Buffalo Gun......"If I weren't a Judge.......God I'd......"

"Ya know Sheriff.....I bet if I told Misty and Lexi I would be lenient in my sentencing of them for attempted robbery if they would tell us who was with them on this job and helped them plan it.....I bet Lexi and Misty would sing like song birds........because they are facing a HANGING IF THEY DON'T!"

"What do ya think Madame Mayor?"...."Sound like sound "Justice" to you?"  "Hmmmmm?"

I look at Misty......smiling....."Not this time bitch!"......"But we'll meet up again!"......"Something tells me we'll settle our fucking business soon enough!"  "I can't fucking wait!"

"Sheriff..its gotten really crowded in this bank!"....."Lets let these people go home"....."And take these scaliwags down to the jail!"  

"When we get the fuckers locked up...DRINKS ARE ON THE MAYOR!!"

I look at the Indian girl and our eyes meet......."And that means you too ya know...you're way more than welcome to join us...and me...and I hope you do"

[lexibabe]

to my surprise  there is a knock at the  door......my mind  spins....trying to  thnk of an escape plan
opening the door.....i'm surprised to see that it is the mayor..wearing thejudge  clothes.what kind of trick is this
not wanting   to take a chance  we pen the door pulling her inside...


I spin her around...removing her  gun...alright bitch you have ten seconds to start talking...or your going to be taking back a rather  unpleasant message to your judge friend....only you wont be talking

to my surprise  she remains calm.explaining that in no way are her and the lunatic judge friends
she offers misty and myself  a plan...{she is a cool one..i like that} still  don't know if I can trust her

there is another  ruckus out side...looking back through the  window I see that the big blonde rancher
has nw joined  the judge  and the indian....damnnnn.....I look across the street seeing the  gunslinger
and the gambler looking on ...a idea  occurs..to me..

me and misty move to a coner   discussing our options   there are not many....we decide to take a chance
and trust  this mayor......   search a desk...finding a pad.ink well and pen.....I scribble a note

there is some noise in the back.....there trying to get in.....misty goes to the back...

I hand  the note to the  mayor...we ar going to trust  you....but  do as the note says...
or I swear  we will come back when we escape...and one way or another we will escape

the sound of  fighting comes from the back....I rush towards the back room...its the big sheriff

her and misty  are  struggling.......aiming my colt  pointed at her....hold it sheriff...cocking
the gun  the  sheriff   stops..

ok  now  lets go as we start moving to the front room.......with no  one to watch them the banker and teller removes the barricades.opening the door...


I aim my colt...but there is movement  from the safe  the judges rushes in...her rifle.aimed at us.....the cowgirl and injun rushes in their rifles raised

I  glance at misty.......and wink....droping my  colt..i raise  my hands  giving  up

ok... nancy earp.....we give.........

I move closer to the mayor  and whisper.....remember  what  I said....

misty..karly....kelli...paula..babs...and  anyone  fromhere

[FightingBrook]

Before we leave the bank I give out a magpie call. It is a signal to the other Indian maidens to quit their ‘attack’ and settle down out of sight at the edge of town. They melt back into the background.

I follow the others towards the saloon. So nice to be included in a social event. Perhaps the mayor isn’t as bad or devious as I though. I look into the judge’s eyes and try to judge how the judge judges the mayor.

The mayor swings the door and steps aside to let us enter. The smell of sex emanates from her body.  She looks at me and I can see pure lust in her eyes. I finally know what I have to do. As the mayor enters I take ahold of her hair. Not hard but gently. I bend her back and plant a big, wet tongue-searching kiss on her.

I can feel her relax and give in to it completely. I raise her back up and give a whippoorwill call. Signal to my tribe to bring my horse to the front of the saloon, ready to ride. “Sorry, I thank you for the invite but I really need to be going. Our braves are expected home and they deserve a proper Indian-style welcome home.”

I go out the door leaving the mayor stunned looking and a bit aroused. When I get outside I pull some documents from inside my clothing. Yep, it is the information about the mine. I know the mayor means well and wishes the town to prosper. But it is just what us Indians don’t need.  A sudden gold fever that brings hordes of settlers into the territory. Camps everywhere; people everywhere; stealing whatever they can from us; shooting us on the pretext we were trying to steal their gold or jump their claims; no sir, we don’t need no stinking mine here.

I tuck the documents away, mount my horse and off we go. Nice of the judge to let me keep her rifle. Don’t know if she intended that or not but I just never got the chance to return it to her. If we are lucky we will be long gone to our secret camp before the mayor realizes she has been fleeced. (Yeah, I got a little of her fur too and she thought it was a friendly grope.)

<)over to Karly, Michelle, or anyone else.>   

[Candy123]

Away from all the shooting and the Indians stands the hotel which currently stands Sarah and her unknown occupant of Room number one. Sarah has been knocking for the last few minutes to introduce herself but no answer has come from the door. Sarah has since given up on the occupant figuring this male or female is not in there or might be asleep. Sarah is now checking one of the vacant rooms.



Sarah takes her time in looking around the now unused room. On the rug sits a pair of boots that someone has left behind. In the middle sits a sewing wheel. Sarah was taught to sew and cook by her mother. The sewing wheel could work out well. The rest of the room is pretty dreary, something that will have to be slowly worked on. Sarah walks out of that room and into the next. The next room is exactly the same except for no sewing wheel and no boots.

Sarah walks back into the main room where she started. It is another plain room that can use some elbow grease. A wooden counter sits out at the edge of the room with a single wooden chair behind the counter. Sarah having big plans for this hotel once it opens up and expansion into a restaurant. The hotel comes first.

Sarah about to sit down when she reads a note left by someone. Sarah reads the note about getting help and funds from the mayor. The students that could help in the rebuild of the hotel. Sarah will have to thank the mayor at a later date. For now it will be very beneficial for Sarah to meet this Babs. Sarah has to look good for when she meets this Babs. Time for a quick change.



Sarah wearing her new dress steps out onto the wooden panels of the hotel. The old stagecoach sitting in front is something Sarah will look into. Sarah slowly turns her boots pointed into town. Sarah slowly begins walking along the wooden panels looking for Babs or anyone who could tell her where the schoolhouse is located.

(To be continued by anybody really.)

[FightingBrook]

We ride out of town heading for some hidden spot. But not our regular hidden camp. We leave a trail that even the most inept tracker can follow. But I’m not sure that funny speaking English bitch can follow the most obvious trail.

Several of the squaws peel off to the side out of sight. They will form a rear guard should one or more sluts decide to follow us. Surprised at my war tactics? Don’t be, I took some courses at the Fort.

We ride for a little over an hour but no one seems to be coming. So we double back just to make sure. Spy a fire from quite some distance away. Whoever has come out sure doesn’t know much about staying hidden. Or perhaps they don’t care and is not really following us. Must be they also can’t stand a little cold as the fire is big enough to warm a whole tribe.

We ride towards the fire. Then dismount the last half mile or so and walk the horses towards the fire. We spread out and surround the fire. Can see it is the mayor. Makes sense as she must have realized I stole her mine documents.

We make little noises, taking turns around the circle. She is tense and starts at each little twig snap or rustling sound. We are enjoying watching her pull her guns out and cock them while her head swivels this way and that with each sound.

Finally I and a couple of other squaws step out enough that she can see the outline of our figures in the flickering fire light. We keep her distracted while other Indian maidens sneak up on her from behind. A couple of them douse the fire with water. The others grab her and pin her to the ground. It is darker with no fire but there is a three-quarters moon that gives us enough light.

“Come on, tie her up and throw her over a horse. We need to take her where no one will interfere. Don’t bruise her as I have plans for her.“

(While Kats is away the Indians will play. Don’t you worry, Karly, we intend to have fun. Anyone else can post after this.)

[Candy123]

Sarah was walking slowly along the wooden plans, raising her dress when she hit the dusty road so the bottom does not get dusty. Sarah was looking through the other buildings and looking to see why they are there. Sarah then bumped into Babs who is some sort of school Marm or possibly connected with the mayor.

Sarah: Very nice to meet you Babs. My name is Sarah. I am the new hotel owner as you know.

Sarah showing respect for her new friend curtsies in front of her. Sarah rising back up after the curtsy.

Sarah: My father bought me this dress in Denver Colorado. He bought me the dress for the prearranged marriage he had planned. My father does not support me in the venture. He has cut me from the family. My mother says nothing as he cut me.

Sarah looking down for a moment and taking a sigh and a moment to breathe. Sarah looks back up just in time to see a horse scurrying out of town. Sarah having no idea that it is the mayor who is leaving. Sarah just seeing a girl on the house. It could be anyone for she knows.

Sarah: I have limited funds to start my hotel up. I hope to get it started and to slowly get the hotel recognized with businessmen from all over. My mother taught me how to sew. I can make some money sewing.

Sarah not divulging that she eventually wants to try to buy the all the businesses in town or her plans to open a new restaurant just yet. The hotel will be her main goal.

Sarah: I have never been in a saloon before.

(Babs or anyone)

[BustyTiffany35]

"In ya go, honey!" I say to Misty with a laugh, smacking her gorgeous round bottom as I push her into her cell within my jail. She's none too pleased by the spank, but her hands are tied behind her back, with another rope wrapped firmly around her shoulders to pin her arms to her sides, so she really isn't in any position to voice any disapproval. After the fiasco over at the bank, I trussed these two outlaws up and marched em' over to my jail. I now have two of the most wanted criminals in the wild west..wanted in more ways than just their crimes..

I smirk at the blonde outlaw as she glares daggers at me, puckering up my lips to blow her a kiss as I shut her cell door and lock it. I glance over in the cell beside hers, where I've left Lexi hogtied on top of her cell's cot. I lean down a bit, licking my lips as I look over the luscious, helpless vixen. "Comfy, Lexi? Want me to tighten those knots for ya, sugar?" Lexi doesn't look pleased at all by my playful taunting, and I simply wink at her and grin wickedly before I turn and make my way toward my desk.

"Y'all better hush up and get some rest. Tomorrow's gonna be a real busy day, I reckon.." I let out a bit of a yawn outta nowhere, realizing how tired I've suddenly become. Well, I only just rode back into town a lil over an hour ago after that episode with the Indians afterall. Haven't had much time to really settle down and rest. With a sigh I take a seat on my chair and kick up my boots, laying them on the edge of the table. I lean back in my chair, glancing over at the bound and imprisoned outlaws before I glance up at the ceiling. "Hmm..ya know kids..A bit of R&R ain't such a bad idea after all.."

(Over to Misty, Lexi or anyone who wants to help these varmints!)

[Michelle]

I walk through the saloon doors and stop and turn and my jaw drops!.........MUTHAFUCKA!!....

I see the indian girl lay a kiss on the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor.!!.....and it wasn't a peck on the cheek!...she damn near sucked the mayor's lungs out!......and we all know what strong lungs and how long winded the mayor is.......

AYE CARAMBA!!!

I smile and shake my head a little......and think of what might have been.......Oh well...I'll head down to the brothel later........mmmmmmm

I walk over at sit at my traditional table in the corner and sit so that I face the saloon doors......I learned from my good friend Wild Bill Hickock......"Never sit with your back facing the doors!"......Bill would always say....he was quite adamant about it.....always had those two pearl handled Navy Colts on his hips...loaded for bear.....that was good old Bill......God I miss him!!!....I need to take a trip to Deadwood soon and see him....we had some grand old times in the past and he has always been a great friend to me....

I lay my Sharps rifle on the table in front of me and watch the parade of citizens come into the saloon...and our swarthy Mayor holding court.....I reach in the pocket of my long black trench coat....which now smells of the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor  (my new name for her highness)
.......and pull out a fresh deck of cards.....and start cutting them and playing a little solitaire...

Its the quickest way to get a poker game going in this town is to sit at a table here in the local saloon..... and play solitaire....and look like you know NOTHING of what your doing......works every  God damn time......LOL

I get more suckers that way.....I so love poker.....I love playing the odds...taking the chances......

I have a reputation as a very good poker player.....and having the demeanor that other players just can't read.......I take my poker seriously....but not so much as to not enjoy it and have fun.....

........As long as I'm winning that is!!!.....AND IF YOU AINT CHEATIN...YOU AINT TRYIN!!

I think back and mull over the day....that started with me and Misty almost having a LONG overdue fight.......me almost headed back east to New York.....and home in Boston.....

Then to almost either getting my really nice tight ass shot off!...or shooting someone else's ass off!.....to helping the people of this town keep the money in their bank..their life savings in many cases.......

....to wondering what was going to happen next......I JUST KNOW.....that Misty and Lexi will get out of that piece of shit jail....it couldn't hold a flock of pigeons ...let alone those two.......my guess they will be loose by in the morning.....I also know I better watch my back.....I only made some enemies today.....or actually just "enhanced" some....

Next time that mayor won't step between Misty and I.....I do have that regret.....

At least our esteemed Sheriff acted like a Sheriff today.....I was very impressed with her how she handled things and really kept someone from getting killed.,...she came along at the right time..

I continue fiddling with my cards and watch the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor go over and have a serious looking suck-up type discussion with the gambler and the gunslinger....that can't be good news and I file away a mental note.....this can't be good at all......

I get up and decide to walk over to the bar and stand by the Mayor and have a drink...Joe the barkeep pouring my a shot of whiskey as I sip on it with my full dry lips.....I stand by the mayor at the bar just to get a sense of what is going on......she turns and sees me....smiling that fake smile and slaps me on the back.....I swear to God!.....some day.....

I see our local school marm Babs come in the saloon and with her is our new hotel owner......I walk over and tip my hat to both.....

"Hello Babs"...."Looking for recruits for school in here?"   "God knows half of em can't read or write so I wish you luck"

I extend my hand to the new hotel owner......and take it and shake it gently.....

"Its great to meet you!"......"I'm Judge Miles......Michelle Miles....call me Michelle.....I get tired of hearing "Judge"  I smile at her and wonder how a frail woman with such soft features will handle this territory.....but after I hear her speak.....I kinda think my fears are unfounded......this girl is gonna thrive out here I bet....

"Well Sarah....if a Judge can be of any help to you....on matters of the law or whatever.....please feel free to call on my any time......I am at your service"

"And by the way....don't believe all you hear about me"

"I turn and slam my hand on the God Damn Sumbitch Madame Mayor's back and watch as she spits up her drink on the gunslinger.....and I chuckle and head back to my table.....saying in a loud voice.....

"WHO'S UP FOR A NICE FRIENDLY GAME OF POKER?"

[lexibabe]

with all the  fire power aimed at us....me and misty look at each other...there is a time to fight and a time to
hmmm...how should I say this...be taken.....for the moment.  and  live  to  to fight  another day....
cause we sure  will never surrender this easily  and we sure are never givng up...not in this town.not in this way
the  sheriff binds and cuffs us.....{you don't really think  you can hold us  do you sheriff}?

I edge closer to misty whispering in her ear...my plans  with the mayor,gambler,and  gunslinger.
we give an a defyng  glare to the bitch judge......then bothe  smile sweetly....
we both stop a moment  and glare  at the injun..and the rancher...worse mistake they ever made
both will regret it....

the sheriff parades us  across  the  street  to the jail....looking around at the gawkers...
i'm more determined than ever   to leave this  dust hole  in ruins.

inside the  jail  cells  the sheriff leaves us both  bound   lying on our bunks
whats the matter sheriff  you afraid to be left alone in here  with us...

I do agree with one thing she  said.....tomaarrow  is goning to be  quiet a day

I lay back on my bunk  closing my eyes.........humming...{ohhh suzanna,oh don't you cry for me...I come fromala-bamy  with a banjo on my knee}  giggling I fade off to sleep...

misty,karly...  or anyone...kelli or paula  to

[Candy123]

I have been quiet since entering the saloon. I am a bit nervous about being in a place like this with professional gamblers and gunslingers. I have felt a lot of eyes on me ever since the school teacher and I entered this saloon. I am just really thankful that I have Babs by my side. She seems to know what she is doing in the saloon. I feel I will be safe around her until I return to the hotel.

The judge Michelle Miles seemed nice from when I met her just a few moments ago. She seemed to know a lot about this town which is a good thing. Being a girl who has never even thought about breaking a law, having a judge on your side is a good thing. I know I will try and meet the sheriff at some stage as well. It never hurts to have the law on your side.

Never hearing of the game poker before Babs introduced me to this new girl, I could be easily taken. Having limited funds to start my hotel I could try and play or learn. If I win then I could expand my hotel sooner but if I lose then I will be broke. I would need to learn the game before I stood any chance of winning anything. I could ask Babs to teach me.

I watch as Joann brings in a 15lb turkey and leaves the turkey on the counter with the drinks are served. I hear her talking about someone will have too cook the turkey with the stuffing. My mother cooked for my father every day and I watched and learned how to cook. It is what a city girl does for her husband. I stand up and walk over to the bar.

Me: I will cook it for you.

I feel the eyes of Joann and the barkeep go up and down as they look at me. I just stand there a little scared that I have done something wrong. It seems like ages before one of them speaks.

JoAnn: You know how to cook?

Me: Oh yes. My mother taught me in the city. I can make cranberry sauce and stuffing for the turkey and vegetables. You just have to show me to the kitchen.

I stand there as I feel there eyes go up and down me again. Will they trust a stranger to cook for them or will the barkeep a local cook?

(Jo or Babs or Michelle or anyone else)