Now Sally West was jest about the best Wrangler in th' Territory, gal or
man. Why she won every prize in the Callehoga County Rodeo `bout every
year. She's a big, strappin' healthy lookin' gal too. Not a' ounce o'
fat on `er mind you, its all brawn. Even so, there's no denyin' that
fixed up to go to the Saturday Night Dance at the Church Hall, she was
jest the purtiest gal in the hull Territory, too.
Sally's head was jest mass o' blond ringlets, an' her eyes as big an' as
blue as the Callehoga sky. Them full, pink lips didn't need no Eastern
paint neither. Callehoga County don't take kindly to painted women,
`ceptin' mebbe down at the Liberty Belle Saloon. Nope, Sally shore was a
fine figure o' a woman, near tall as a man, an' buxom as a fine young
filly, an' a lot more shapely than that hussy in tights, what played at
the Opry House in the burleecue last month.
Now Sally's Daddy may `ve owned the biggest Spread in the County, an'
the Callehoga Fust National t'boot, an' Sally may `ve gone to School
back East, but that gal never put on no airs. She was jest `bout the
sweetest, even'st tempered gal in the County, an' near everbody jest
loved `er. `Nother funny thing that folks liked, was that after all her
fancy Eastern schoolin', when she had the mind, Sally could talk jest as
fancy as one o' them here perfessors what comes through Town now an'
then to study rocks or somethin' eq'lly valuble. But most times Sally
jest jawed as good an' plain as all the other folks here in Callehoga.
Waal the dance was jest gettin' goin' good, when who should come in but
Apache Lil. Now Lil's Mama was a full blooded Apache, but she took up
with this here Tinhorn gamblin' man here in Callehoga. Waal he got shot
durin' a crooked card game when Lil was jest a leetle tyke. Her Mama
took her back to the Reservation, but Lil come back to Town, when she
was near `bout fifteen `r sixteen, after her Mama died. Now Lil's mamma
was a good upright woman, respected by everybody, but Lil kinda took
after her no-account white paw.
Now Miss Sally, when she come back from that fancy Eastern School her
Daddy sent her off to, she taught down at the School House fur two
winters. That was afore her Daddy took sick an' Sally pitched in to run
the Ranch fur him. An' she done some job o' that too, even though its
the biggest spread in these here parts, increased the stock, an'
improved the herd an' made purty big amount o' cash money from't, mebbe
more'n her Daddy ever did. Anyways, Sally was teachin' at the School,
an' she weren't no older than some o' the scholars, nary about nineteen
or twenty at the time. That didn't faze Sally none though. After School
she took some o' the bigger boys out `ahind the Schoolhouse and offer'd
t' teach 'em Eastern style fisteecuffs.
Turn'd out, Sally'd even took some boxin' lessons back east. Her daddy
didn't care fur that one leetle bit. Sally didn't pay him no never mind
on that one though, course she was usually a real respectful gal. Waal
she got pretty good. I hear tell she knocked out a couple o' men even.
They was only Easterners o' course. Waal after Sally showed 'em big
school boys she could box better'n they could, they was right smart
`bout takin' orders.
Waal, Lil she took up t'goin' to the Schoolhouse. Some folks, like the
Reverend, sez they admired her fur tryin' t'improve herself. Course some
others sez she was jest agoin' there to keep out o' the winter cold.
Miss Sally, she treated Lil real good, but this here Lil took a real
dislike t'Sally; called her a rich, stuckup, peroxide cow ahind her back
an' drawed funny pictures o' Sally on her slate. O' course now, Miss
Sally, she run a purty strict school, but she took Lil's a raggin' her
in good spirit, so's long as it din't interfere none with School time
work.
Waal though, the day come, when Sally had to give Lil an' a couple o'
the other gals a hidin' with the hickory rod fur fightin' down behind
the School durin' recess. Now I guess the other gals called Lil a "dirty
apache" an' she figured they had it comin' to them. But she beat the
gals up pretty good an' Sally had to take some kind o' action. Sally
said her own self later on, them other gal's brought it on them selves,
an' she hated to give Lil a lickin' but she hadn't no choice.
Waal to make a long story short, Sally licked Lil an' Lil cussed her out
the whole time she was doin' it. Waal, Lil never went back to School
after that day. She swore all over Town she'd get even with Miss Sally.
That was about four years afor the night o' the dance.
Waal Lil took up with some bad actors here in Town, an' she hung `round
the back room o' the Liberty Belle, an' some folks sez she was doin'
things with the men folks there, she hadn't oughtn't to. Then some
things happened that made Sally think maybe Lil was a leetle mite more
dangerous then she fust thought. Some cattle got rustled on her Daddy's
spread an' a barn got burned. Things like that.
Waal Sally wasn't one to go pussyfootin' around, she called Lil on it,
an' Lil jest laughed in her face, an' sez. "Waal you can't prove
nothin', but I shore `nuff told you I'd agit even fur that lickin' you
give me." Waal Sally's `bout twice as big as Lil back then, afore Lil
got `er full growth, an' Sally, she was `bout twenty or so then, an' Lil
only sixteen, so's Sally don't feel right `bout takin' it out o' Lil's
hide, but she give her a purty stern talkin' to, an' warned her what'd
happen t' her if she kept up the way she was agoin'.
Waal I guess Sally kind o' put the fear o' Jehosaphat into Lil `cause
purty soon Lil drifted out o' Town. We hear'd from time to time, she was
one o' that young Billie Bonny's gals. Then when he got his from Sherrif
Pat Garrett, we hear'd Lil drifted down South o' the Boarder. Hear'd too
she kilt another gal with a knife down there. Some folks claimed she
robbed trains with Calamity Jane but I don't know nothin' about that fur
shore. I hear'd tell too, she shot a man t'death in Tombstone, outdrawed
him fair an' square, so's they say.
Anyways, Lil shows up back in Town bout two or three weeks `afore the
Dance. The way she talks, she's still got it in fur Miss Sally, only now
she's growed up an' thinks she can do somethin' more `bout it. Now Sally
heard about it, but she jest grinned an' told people to let Lil be,
she'd get over it. Sally didn't believe there was any reason to cross
`er bridges afore she come to `em, an' anyways she was right able t'take
care o' herself.
Waal when Lil showed up at the dance, folks was expectin' fireworks, but
they was kind o' dissappointed. Sally was dancin' with Marshall Stone,
an' she didn't pay no never mind to Lil a'tall. Waal Lil steered clear
o' Sally too fur most o' the night. Then too, folks sees Lil all dressed
up fit to kill. She looks mighty purty too, jest about the purtiest gal
at the dance next to Miss Sally.
Usually Lil jest weared buckskins, pants an' shirt, kinda jest like a
man. She's kind o' skinny too, an so's was sometimes kinda hard to tell
that she weren't. But that night she's dressed kind o' like one o' these
here Mexican Seniorita's in a skirt an' low cut blouse. Waal you could
tell in that getup that Lil might be skinny but she'd filled out real
nicely in the chest an' hips. She was near as tall's Sally too now,
`course as I sez a mite skinnier. Pussonnaly, I like a woman with a
leetle meat on her bones.
Waal like I say, things was goin' purty good, but then near t'the last
dance, Marshall Stone was dancin' with the Mayor's wife, kind o' like
the polite thing to do, when Lil comes over an' tries to cut in on the
Mayor's wife. Waal, Mrs. McPherson, thats the Mayor's wife, she got all
flustered an' flounced off t' find the Mayor.
Marshall Stone tells Lil he ain't goin' to dance with her. Waal Lil gets
all riled up at that. She ain't wearin' a gun, `cause we don't `low that
at the Dances, but she ups an' pulls a knife, on the Marshall mind you.
Waal the Marshall didn't know quite how to handle that one. After all
Lil was kind o' like a lady, an' the Marshall wasn't one to draw on no
lady. One t'other men there tries t' grab the knife, an' Lil lays his
hand open, slick as anything. Waal at that, Sally comes over from the
lemonade an' refreshment table, an' she takes over fur the Marshall.
Waal anyways Sally handles Lil purty quick. She knocked that knife right
out o' Lil's hand. Then she grabbed Lil by the wrist an' the scruff o'
the neck an' she marches that young lady right out o' the Hall. She puts
Lil up on her pony at the hitchin' rack an' tells her she best get out
o' Town.
"Lil I've done my best to be a good friend to you. You know waal an'
good, I had to give you that lickin'. I didn't like it no better `n you
did, but it was my duty an' I done it, an' what's done is done, an'
cain't be undone. Now if you cain't live like decent folks without
pullin' no knife on people, waal then, you might jest as waal go some
where's else."
"We'll jest see who goes some where's else Sally West." Lil sez in a
low, mean voice. "They's too many folks around here tonight, but one o'
these days I'm gonna catch you alone an' then you jest watch out Miss
Sally West." Then Lil, she kicks her pony an' rides off `sthough the
devil hisself's after her.
Waal Monday Mornin' after the dance, Sally was out ridin' the range at
5:30 A.M., back in her workin' clothes. Old, well broke-in, high heeled,
work boots, faded jeans that hugged them long, strong legs o' hers, an'
them wide solid hips an' that big sort o' thrusting out behind. "That's
the behind o' a born horsewoman!" I hear'd some one say one day. There
was a big silver buckled leather belt cinchin' her leetle bittee, work
hardened middle to no more than `bout the hand span o' Marshal Stone's
big hands, an' a six gun rode low on her hip.
The top button o' Sally's calico work shirt near burst at the strain o'
covering her healthy, upstandin' bosom. Dirty old Jim Henshaw, our Town
drunk, once remarked "That gal could shore feed a whole passal o' young
`uns, all at one time, with titties as big as `em." The ranch hands near
strung old Jim up fur that remark. They didn't take kindly to anyone
speaking light about Miss Sally. She had kinda a cute little sombrero
perched off t'one side, on top o' all them gold curls o' hers.
If Sally didn't have such a wicked right uppercut, an' if she wasn't
`bout the best shot an' quickest draw in Callehoga County, a fine
womanly figure like hers, in clothes like that, would've been a real
temptation to them woman starved cow pokes `round about, even though
they're gen'ly purty, what you call chiv'lrous, where it comes to women
folks.
`Bout time the sun got real high, Sally rode through a stand o'
Cottenwood trees, she looked `round kinda edgy like, her rangewise
senses smelled danger. She didn't see nothin' though, an' she rode on,
listening an' watching purty keen an' alert, in spite o' that
nonchalant, kinda lazy but graceful way too, she had o' sittin' in the
saddle.
Sally was purty near through the trees, when a slim figure in buckskins
leaped down from a low hanging branch, an' hit Sally right in the back.
Sally's pony reared up, scared like. Sally an' that bushwhacker fell on
the ground in a tangle. Sally landed face down with the bushwhacker
clinging t' her back.
Sally twisted her limber body around. "Why dang it! Its you Lil!" Sally
said, even now kinda surprized, that Lil'd really ambush her like that.
Anyways surprized or not, Sally caught the other gal's slim brown wrist,
jest in time to stop Lil from burying a tomahawk in her skull. Sally
squeezed her strong left hand, but she found it pretty hard to hold on
t' the other gal's wiry arm.
Sally heaved an' twisted over on top o' Lil, an' banged Lil's wrist on
the ground `til the apache gal dropped the hatchet. "You must be plum'
loco Gal!" Sally said. As she sez that, Lil twisted her leg an' jams a
mocassined foot in Sally's middle, an' doesn't she fling the bigger gal
head over heels off t'her? Lil jumped up quicker'n Sally an' aimed a
kick at the yaller haired gal's jaw. Sally caught Lil's ankle though,
an' she gave it a twist, an' tossed the other gal on t' the ground.
Both them young women jumped up at the same time. This time, Lil was
spittin' like a wet cat. Sally grinned, "Waal Gal, Ah guess it is time
we settled our leetle differences!" "That's fine by me, y'dirty yaller
haired bitch!" Lil snarls like a weasel, an' then she goes fur her gun.
Waal Sally's, like I sez, `bout the fastest draw in the County, `ceptin'
fur Marshall Stone hisself. Waal, Sal's so fast, she gets the drop on
Lil afore that gal even gits her gun clear o' leather.
Sally could'a plugged the dark haired gal right then an' there, an' I
don't think no one would o' blamed her, but `stead o' that, after she
made Lil take off her gun an' put it aside, she holstered her own six
gun, an' unbuckled her gunbelt an' let it drop on the ground. "I don't
wanna kill you Gal, so's we'll jest settle this with our bare hands,
woman t' woman." Sally tells her.
Lil sneered at Sally's livin' up to the Code o' the West. It wasn't her
code atall. She jumped at Sally, but she didn't catch the bigger gal off
guard. Sally's poked her left fist into Lil's body, stoppin' her dead in
her tracks. Sal's famous right upper cut followed right `long behind,
but Lil dodged Sally's fist this time. That Lil was a real quick study.
Instead, she caught on t' Sally's wrist, an she gave a snakey twist o'
her hips an' flung Sally on t' the ground. That Apache Gal was purty
slick at all o' them rasslin' tricks o' her Mama's people. Sally knew
there an' then, she was in fur a humdinger o' a fight.
Sally rolled aside light an' quick, jest in time t'keep Lil from
alandin' on `er an' pinnin' her t' the ground. Sally rolled back the
other way, after Lil missed her, an' flung herself on top o' Lil. She
took care, so's she pinned Lil's dangerous legs under her's, so's they
wouldn't do no more damage real quick. Sally's middle still smarted some
from where Lil'd kicked her b'fore.
When Lil found her legs was trapped under Sally's heavier body, she
grabbed Sally's face with both hands, thumbs inside her mouth an'
fingers clawing her cheeks an' at `er eyes. Sally kind o' squealed at
that. Lil gave a heave an' used Sally's head like a handle to toss the
bigger gal over on her back. After that, Lil jumped on top o' Sally,
knees first. She buried one bony knee in Sally's jeans way down past the
belt buckle. Sally grunted at that, an' Lil twisted her hands an' banged
Sally's head on the hard sun hard prairie.
Sally stiffened her strong neck, an' wrapped her long arms an' legs
`round Lil's body, an' rolled both o' them right over on their sides.
Then she rolled on top o' Lil, straddlin' her. She pulled her face loose
from Lil's fingers at the same time. Now onst Lil lost her grip on
Sally, she was flat on her back with the bigger, blond gal sittin'
astride her middle.
It looked like Lil was in fur a real mess o' trouble, but b'fore Sally
could pin her arms, Lil slid her `hull, durn body down between Sally's
legs until her legs was loose, out from under Sally entire. That gal was
jest like an eel or a snake. She was jest about as slippery as a snake,
`cause next, she twisted herself from the hips on down, up in the air
an' wrapped her legs right around Sally's neck from the back.
Lil locked her ankles, tighter'n a Sheepherder's money bag, `round
Sally's throat, an' with `nother one o' them snake- hipped twists, she
threw Sally clear o' her. Both gals jumped up on their hind feet, an'
once agin Lil was a little mite quicker. Jest quick enough, so's she
grabbed onto Sally's forearm with both hands, `afore Sal was clear o'
the ground.
Lil twisted Sally's arm real savagelike, an' used it t' toss Sally head
over heels back on t' ground. Waal she still had holt o' Sally's arm, an
Sally kinda dizzy, an Lil pulls her up an' does t'same thing all over
agin. Waal b'now Sally's gettin' real dizzy, an' danged if Lil don't do
it t'her one more time. Waal dizzy or no, Sally ain't one t'git suckered
like that fur no fourth time, an' this time she gits her arm loose an'
she rolls away and jumps up her own self.
Waal Sally's still kinda dizzy, an' Lil dives fur her, an' tackles her
`round the knees, an' knocks Sally right off her feet agin. Lil's a mite
skittish `bout rollin' `round the ground with Sally, where Sally's
strong arms an' legs gives her a real advantage, so's she jumps right on
up agin, an' gives Sally a chanct t' git up too. Waal the fust thing Lil
does then is t' latch on t' Sally's wrist agin' an' then doesn't she
spin the blue-eyed gal face-first, right int' a tree.
Sally dang near t' busted her nose `gainst the tree trunk. That hurt a
mite, let me tell you, an' Sally yelped at the stingin' pain, but quick
as a wink, she spun around an' jumped at Lil, hopin' to catch Lil by
surprize. Sally was agettin' purty riled at Lil `round about then. Now,
that Lil was mighty hard to surprize. When Sally came racin' at her, she
ducked down an' grabbed Sally below the hips. She wrapped them thin wiry
arms `round Sally's thighs, an' used Sally's own speed to hoist the
bigger gal plumb off her feet, an' then to upend her.
Sally went flyin' over Lil's shoulder, head first. Her head hit the
ground with a loud "thunk," her full weight `ahind it. Sally fell over
purty hard on her back, then. Now Sally didn't pay no heed to the bone
numbin' pain, fur fast as she could, she rolled away from Lil, b'fore
Lil could fling herself on top, an' Sally makes it t' her feet afore Lil
kin git t' her. Waal b' then Lil's comin' aright fur her, an quick's a
wink, she jumped right at the big wrangler gal. Sally caught Lil's
shoulders an' held her off though, best's she could, so's the apache gal
couldn't slam into her.
That Lil was slicker than a rattler though, she twisted her middle
around an' banged her hip into Sally's gut. Lil knowed jest how t' use
them snake hips o' hers, an' Sally gasped agin at that. Then Lil gets
them skinny forearms o' hers `round Sally's neck in a headlock. Lil's
arms are skinny but tough as barbed wire. Sally grabbed on t'the best
hold she could git `round Lil's upper body.
Waal those gals strained agin' one another, each tryin' to throw
t'other. Sally was still the strongest, an' she came real clost
t'throwin' Lil, even though the other gal had the better hold. That Lil
was jest 'bout as slippery as a' eel though, `s I've told you, an' she
wriggled around, an, she twisted this way an' she twisted that. She kept
banging her hip into Sal's hurtin' frontside, all the time too. Finally,
Lil gives a twist, an' a wriggle, an' she hip throws the bigger gal.
Sally landed purty hard on her back. She throws her arms up, fur t'
protect herself, knowin' Lil wouldn't leave her be fur a second, but she
was already too late, fur Lil dropped right on t'her. One knee landed
across Sally's throat an' about choked her. Lil slipped her figners into
Sally's nostrils. She twisted her nose so hard, it jest brought tears to
Sally's purty blue eyes, but Sally bucked like a' unbroke mustang an'
she tossed Lil off o' her.
Both gals was jest about gittin plum' tuckered by now, but they both got
up on their hind legs purty quick agin. Sally raised her fists jest like
that there John L Sullivan feller, jest like she'd larned back east. Lil
rushed at Sally duckin' low, but this time Sally stopped the other gal
dead `n her tracks with a left hook to the chest. Then she knocked her
right off her feet, with her right uppercut.
Lil fell down on her knees, an' Sally jest automatically took a step
backward. She's the best sport in Callehoga County, an' that's the way
she was larned, to give the other feller, or gal, a chance t' git up
when ya knock `em down with'n y'r fists. Sally was purty glad o' the
chance to take a couple o' deep breaths her own self.
Waal now, that Lil, she didn't never have no Eastern trainin' in
sportsmanship, so instead o' gettin' up, she dived right straight at
Sally, from where she was kneelin'. Waal Lil's head hits Sally right
between the legs, if you know where I mean, an' Lil latches on to
Sally's legs. Sally goes flyin backwards. Her head hits agin a tree. Lil
still had aholt o' Sally's hips, so she drawed back an' lunged forward
an' jest buries her shoulder in the same spot, an' that shore hurt a
mite. Waal at that, Sally bent right over double. She fell right smack
dab `cross Lil's back.
Waal, Lil, she knows jest what t' do then, she got her skinny legs under
her, an' she straightens up. It was quite a struggle fur her, `cause
Sally is sech a big, strappin' gal, but Lil lifted the big cowgal right
off'n the ground, an' she flung her backwards, right on over her
shoulder. Waal, Sally hit the ground head first agin, an' she was only
partly able to break her fall with her hands, so's her head hit the
ground purty dang hard, an' b'now her haid's gettin' purty dang sore
from gittin' landed on. Then she falls the rest o' the way over on her
back, an' her back lands on a big rock. Tossin' Sally like that, must o'
took a lot out o' Lil, `cause fur a minute, she jest stood over Sally
pantin' like one o' them their loceemotives down t' the new Depot. Waal
Sally see'd Lil astandin' over her, an' she kinda skeddadles off a
leetle, real quick, t' give herself some manuv'rin' room.
Now that young savage Lil, she followed quick too. When Sally rolled
ont' her hands an' knees, Lil kicked her in t'middle, an' lifted the
blond gal right up in the air, with her foot. That kick was jest hard
enough to fling Sally right over on her back, an' it shore `nough took
Sally's breath away. Waal Lil followed up with `nother kick jest when
Sally's fixin' t' sit up, an' that one even harder'n the one `afore,
right on t' Sally's jaw this time, an' she goes down hard on `er back.
Sally goes t' sit up agin', an' she didn't notice that fightin' had
popped the top two buttons o' her tight, straining shirt, exposin' a
real big expanse o' them healthy, white titties o' her'n. Waal Lil, she
noticed, you can betcha. When Sally sits up, Lil runs `round behind `er
an' pounces on Sally from behind. Lil clawed both her hands up like a
big, old vulture, an' she stuck them claws right inside Sally's shirt,
an' she grabbed ont' some o' that sweet flesh o' Sally's both titties.
Any man in the County 'd thought he'd struck pay dirt fur shore, but Lil
was only interest'd in twistin' an' scratch'n like a weasel at Sally's
titties. Sally was screachin' an' acussin' at her, an' Lil pulled her
over backwards, an' no matter how Sally strained an' arched her back,
she jest couldn't ease the pain in her big titties. They was jest so
big, it was awful hard to protect 'em. Lil dragged the big, blond gal
backwards somemore, so's her behind was bumpin' along the ground.
Sally was moanin' real loudlike, "Oooooo my boobies! My boobies!" Y'see
Sally's whole body was ahangin' from her titties, an' it shore `nough
hurt like blue blazes. Sally jest had t' do somethin'. She tensed up her
hull body, an' she shore was one strong gal. Why she'd bulldog a steer
better'n most men. Anyways, she flipped herself over on her belly, an'
pulled loose o' that nasty Lil's claws.
Sally was still holding her titties in her arms when she got up on her
knees. They still hadn't stopped painin' her. Jest then, Lil ups an'
kicks her in the jaw. Even with only a moccassin on, you could hear the
crack o' her foot hittin' Sally's chin. Lil twisted around as she done
it, so she got her whole body into that kick. Sally saw stars right
enough, an' she went over backwards with a bang.
Sally landed on her back an' somehow, bein' on her knees when she got
kicked, her long legs got all tangled up under her broad bottom. Her
sharp spurs cut right through her jeans into her solid bottom an' got
tangled up there, so's she couldn't straighten herself out, no how.
Lil sees `er chanct then, an' she gives a real apache war whoop, an' she
jumped up in the air, jest about as far as she could go, an' she comes
down feet first right ont' pore Sal's breadbasket. Waal Sal was bent
backward all awkward as I sez, `bout jest like a pretzel at the waist,
an' so's her lean, strong belly, why it jest plum' got stoved in from
Lil's feet landin in it. Sally come near to passin' out from that. Lil'd
shore hurt her purty bad.
Hurt as bad as she was, our gal jest wasn't one to give up. Somehow she
grabbed onto Lil's ankles. It was more by luck than by plannin', I'd
say, but by then Sally was due fur a leetle luck. Anyways, Lil was off
balance still standin' up there on Sally's hurt belly, an' Sally pulled
that gal's legs right out from under her. Lil pitched over on t' her
face.
Once she got Lil off `er, `bout all Sally could do, was roll over on her
side an' curl up in a ball. She was gaggin an achokin' an' she jest
about thought her insides was turned upside down, that pore leetle gal
hurt so. It was touch an' go fur a mite, whether Sally'd pass out entire
like `r not.
Now Lil could have finished off the wrangler gal easy as pie then, but
luck was still arunnin' with Sally fur a change. `Cause when Lil pitched
forward off'n Sally, she landed on her head, an' her head hit on t' a
rock. Lil was jest about as bad off as Sally.
Sally rolled around on the ground, hurtin' jest as bad as could be, an'
Lil lay behind her, almost knocked out fur a piece. Finally, Sally got
her breath back a leetle mite. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
That gal had a lot o' spunk, an' she jest ignored them there throbbin'
cramps that was twistin' her pore body up int' knots. She got up on her
feet somehow or t'other. All the time, she was expectin' Lil to attack
her, but when she looked around she saw Lil jest gittin' up herself, an'
rubbin a big goose-egg on `er forehead.
Sally was still abreathin' an' apantin' pretty hard, but she went right
after that other gal. Her legs almost give out under her, but she jest
took a deep breath, an' asteadied herself. When Sally got to Lil, she
socked her, right in the kisser. She was hurtin' so much though, her
punch didn't have's much o' a jolt behind it as usual. Usually now,
Sally punched `bout like a mustang kicks. Still, our gal managed t'put
enough power behind that punch to spin Lil right around asquawkin' at
the pain.
Sally followed after Lil, even though it hurt her jest t' move, but
Sally's a stubborn gal, an' she didn't let it bother her none. Lil tried
to get away from her, but Sally knocked `er back up `gainst a tree with
a purty fancy left hook. Sally pushed agin Lil's chest with one hand to
hold her steady like `gainst that tree, an' she cocked her other fist.
Lil felt like there was a big chunk o' ice in her craw, when she saw
Sally's hard fist headn' her way. Ain't nothin' like bein' scared t'
make you think clear an' fast though. Lil perked herself up jest enough
to throw a punch o' her own fust. Lil was mighty quick when she had t'
be. She hit Sal right in the middle.
Now in the ordinary course o' events, Lil wasn't much o' a fist
fighter. Slippin' up behind someone from behind, with a knife, was more
Lil's style. Her punch wouldn't even o' fazed Sally at any other time,
but this time Sally's belly muscles was astrained an' as sore as a
Tenderfoot's behind after a day in the saddle, from awhere Lil had
stomped on her afeet fust.
Anyways Lil's fist sank right into Sally's stomach, an' Lil hit pretty
far below the belt too, let me tell you. Waal that punch o' Lil's jest
about paralysed Sal. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp, only no sound
come out. She's that breathless. Sally, she stumbles backwards, an' her
legs is ashakin' purty bad, an' she cain't git `er breath noways.
Waal at that, Lil jumps Sally, not bein' one t' give up no advantage.
Lil grabs aholt a Sally `round the neck with `er left arm, an' drags
Sally up areal close t' `er own self, in a clinch like. Then Lil takes
t' whumpin' Sally right int' her belly with `er right fist, an' o'course
she whumps Sal apurty fur `low that silver buckle Sally's awearin'. Waal
every time Lil awhumps her, she alifts that pore wrangler gal right up
clear off'n her feet. She keeps on adoin' that six, mebbe eight times,
an' there's jest nothin' Sally kin do `bout it.
Waal finally Sally gits loose from Lil, `r truth t' tell, mebbe Lil jest
got tired awhumpin her. Anyways, Sally jest kinda stands there all
wobbly like, an' her knees is knockin' together like, an' she's aholdin'
on t' herself with both `er hands down there where Lil'd been
awhumpin'on `er below `er belt, an' she's bent over `bout in two at the
middle. Her purty face is a'all twisted up in a knot from the pain,
`bout jest the same way as her insides is, an' her big blue eyes is got
that kinda dazed, hurt look like a doe deer jest after hits been ashot.
Waal at that, Lil steps in real close. She knows this is her chanct.
That gal takes `er time `bout it too. She winds up her fist kinda slow
like, an' then she lets ago with a real haymaker, acomin' up `bout off'n
the ground. Waal that punch hits Sally right on t' point o' her chin,
its so hard Lil's own knuckles is all askinned from it, an' it pitches
Sally on over backwards, jest like a poleaxed steer.
Waal Lil didn't waste no time after that. Sally's head was aswimmin',
course she tried to sit up anyways , but she fell back down on the
ground agin' alayin' there on her back, with her hands flung out t'the
sides. Waal, Lil wasn't one to pass up sech an opportunity like that,
an' she falls down across Sally's body, her hull weight landing on
Sally's pore achin' middle.
Then kneelin' on top o' Sally, Lil cracked her fist into Sally's jaw
agin. Sally felt the pain all the way t' the other side o' her haid, an'
that's `bout all she was o' feelin'right then. Waal Sally kind o'
shuddered an' went limp at that. She still knew what was happenin', but
she jest couldn't get her arms an' legs agoin'. Sally felt Lil roll her
over on her stomach, an' then Lil kneelin' on the small o' her back.
Next thing Sally knows, Lil tears Sally's own big bandana she's wearin
from off'n her neck. "You leave my neck'chief be!" Sally yelled, but `er
voice is all choked up from the hurt'n she's afeelin'an' Lil jest
laughed at her, nasty like.
Next thing is, Lil twisted Sally's right arm, up behind her back. She
pulled it so hard, as Sally let out a whoop at it. Lil knotted the
bandana around Sally's wrist while she held on t'her arm. Then she
twisted Sally's left arm up `ahind her too, an' she up an' tied Sally's
wrists together jest about's tight as could be. They ain't no `un
better'n an Apache at trussin' up no captive neither. Lil'd pulled both
o' pore Sal's arms way up high, `bout right up to the wrangler gal's
shoulder blades, afore she tied 'em so it hurt jest like the very devil.
Waal now that Lil'd got Sally trussed up tighter `en a Thanksgivin'
turkey, Lil sort o' scoots around so she's afacin' t'other way. She
grabs Sally's leg an' bends it up by the knee. Sally did her best to
kick loose now, but Lil jest wrenches her leg `til Sally lets out a
hollar. Waal Sally lay still, fur a piece after that, an' Lil pulled her
work boot off'n her foot. Then she bent Sally's leg sideways `cross
t'other leg, twistin' it at the same time, an' she bent Sally's toes
backwards `till she mighty near t'broke `em.
Sally was screamin bloody, blue murder, but all trussed up, with Lil
sittin' on top o' her, there weren't nothin' she could do `bout it. Lil
tormented that pore gal like that fur a while, like only an Apache can.
Then she did the same thing t'Sally's t'other foot.
Waal, after a piece, Lil'd had `bout `nuff fun tormentin' pore Sally,
fur the time bein' leastways. She threw both o' Sally's boots aside, an'
got up off'n her. "Waal now, White Gal, I've got you properly hog tied
now, jest like a big, ol' white sow."
Sally rolled over on her back, yelpin' at the pain t'her trussed up arms
o' doin' it. Waal at that, didn't the rest o' them buttons still left on
Sally's tattered shirt, pop open? Her shirt had already got pulled loose
from her jeans in the fight. Waal now it fell all the ways open, so's
Sally's big titties spilled out in the open. Waal Lil's glittern', snake
eyes lit on t' that sight. She reaches right down an' twists them purty
brown tips on Sally's titties, dang near clean off'n pore Sal.
Sally screamed, an' whooped an' hollared. She done her dangdest t'kick
Lil, but all trussed up like that, she couldn't catch that gal with her
foot, no one's slippery'n Lil. Lil laughed at her then, an' Sally got so
riled up, that she bust out cryin' in frustration. It shore was
humiliatin' enough fur the younger gal to have licked her, woman
t'woman, in a more nor less fair fight, `specially considerin' that Lil
was a lot smaller an' younger'n her, but now t'be tied up like a
bulldogged stray heifer, was jest `bout more'n she could bear.
Lil wasn't about to let sech a' opportunity go by neither without seein'
what else she could do to hurt an' embarrass the wrangler gal. What she
did was, she reached down t' Sally's jeans, an' she loosen'd the belt,
an' undid the buttons. Waal, then Lil went an' pulled Sally's jeans
right down off'n her big, wide hips, `till all o' Sally's tight fittin'
white cotton underdrawers was ashowin' in plain view. Then Lil pulled
`em jeans right on down off'n them long, sturdy legs o' Sally's, bout
the sweetest rounded legs in Callehoga County, from what I hear'd tell.
Waal, Sally got redder'n a' August sunset, she was that embarrassed fur
t'have that hatefull, nasty gal see her nearly nekkid as a jay bird.
Waal, Sally was already snifflin' purty hard, an' then that Lil darts
her hands right in between Sally's legs an' grabs her by the privates. I
guess I must o' told ya' that Lil was one, mean, nasty, young lady. Waal
she squeezed, an' she twisted, `til pore Sally hollared like a screetch
owl, Lil'd hurt her so much. Then Lil, she grabbed the neck o' Sally's
shirt, an' pulled it together agin', an' pulled on't `til she pulled
Sally asittin' up agin.
Lil held on t' that shirt with jest one hand, so Sally wouldn't fall
over. Then she hauled off an' slapped Sal right acrost the face. She hit
Sally so durn hard, why the palm o' her hand was imprinted clear as a
picture on Sally's cheek. Then Lil backhanded Sally `cross t'other
cheek. She kept that up until pore Sal's ears was aringin'. Sally was
bawlin' like a baby, at the way Lil was hurtin' her, an' her not able to
do one dang thing about it.
When Lil'd slapped that pore, blond gal jest `bout silly, she made Sally
stand up. There was more tears runnin down Sally's face than if she'd
been caught in a summer cloud burst by now. O' course when Sally stood
up, an' Lil let go o' her, her shirt front fell apart again, so's you
could see the way her big, white titties was jest aheavin' an' ajumpin'
around her chest. Must`v been `bout the best show ever happened in
Callehoga County, the way her big, full figured, womanly body was
ashakin' from the way she was cryin' an acarryin' on.
Lil leaned down an' pulled Sally's studded leather belt from out o' the
belt loops, where she'd throw'd Sally's jeans. Then she spun Sally
around, so's she could get at Sally's big, solid built bottom. She
glanced down t'see the way them purty hindquarters o' Sally's, was
ajuttin' out an' strainin' against that white cotton. Waal, then, that
mean gal Lil, she slashed Sally's own belt right across Sally's bottom.
Sally screamed like she'd got a shock from a lightnin' rod. Her big
strong legs trembled, nervous as a colt. "Git movin' now Gal!" Lil
ordered an' she druv Sally along in front o' her, slashing her across
the bottom t' direct her.
Pore Sally, she was abawlin' jest like a stray calf thats lost its mama,
all the time that Lil's adrivin' her like that, why 'twas jest like a
heifer being druv to market. When they got to Lil's Indian pony, Sally's
white drawers, they was jest all in tatters, an' her big bottom cheeks,
why they was jest raw an' fiery red underneath. Pore Sally was cryin'
an' amoanin' worse'n any birched school gal by then. Lil must have
thought so too, `cause she sez "`Member how you birched me back in the
School house fur fightin' with them stuck up Town gals? `Member it good
Miss West, `cause you'r abawlin' a lot worst `en I ever did that day!"
Waal Lil took a rawhide lasso from her pony, an' she looped it around
Sally's neck. She pulled it so tight, Sally near t'choked. Lil mounted
up an' rode off at a slow trot, pulling that pore, near nekkid, wrangler
gal right `long behind her. Sally had to trot along right briskly to
keep up, or she'd a' bin choked fur shore. Lil rounded up Sally's pony
an' led her along behind them.
That ol' sun was awful hot, an' like I said, pore Sally was nearly
nekkid. She trotted along behind Lil, in that hot sunshine, an after the
first mile her bare feet was all raw an' swollen. By the end o' the
second mile her tongue was hangin' out o' her cracked lips. Her big,
round thighs, bein' nekkid too, rubbed an' chaffed against each other
somethin' awful 's well.
`Twas `bout then, Sally stumbled. She pitched over on t'her face, an'
Lil drugged her along the ground on her belly fur a purty piece `afor
she slowed down. Sally's big nekkid titties bumped an' scraped on the
long Prairie grass the hull way o' course.
That brave, young, wrangler gal near passed out from the pain `bout
then. Sally tried to get up, but she jest couldn't do it. Her trussed up
arms made it jest so awkward, it was `bout impossible. She kept on
struggling though, she wasn't one t'give up without no struggle, `til
finally she made it, with Lil's nasty laughter aringin' in her ears the
hull time.
"You dirty sidewinder!" Sally sobbed."You're gonna pay fur doin' this t'
me the next time we tangle!" Lil laughed some more an' then deliberately
turned her pony `round an' rode that poor blond gal down. Her Indian
pony's unshod hooves struck Sally's head knocking her clean out.
Waal after that, Lil couldn't rouse Sally, no matter what. She tugged
an' sweated some, but she finally got the blond, wrangler gal up on her
own pony. Lil had pore Sally lyin' face down hangin' `crost her own
saddle like a sack o' meal, Sally's big white, red streaked hindquarters
agleamin' in the Sunlight. They rode on like that til late afternoon
when they come to a little stream. Lil stopped an' pitched camp. Sally
was beginnin' to come `round b'now, an' when Lil threw a pail o' water
in her face, why she come to with a start. Her hull body was so sore an'
stiff she could hardly move. Lil cooked supper, an' its surprizin', but
she give Sally a plate o' beans. Sally's arms were still tied behind her
back o' course, an' the only way she could eat was to get up on her
knees an' lean over her face into the plate an' lap it up. "Jest like a
she-dawg eats its handouts, huh white gal?" Lil laughed.
Lil let Sally crawl an' stumble down to the stream an' drink her fill,
an' do what else was neccessary. Waal when she was finished, Sally
rolled right on int' the shallow water and kinda soaked in it a while,
`till Lil dragged her out an' druv her back to camp with that belt she
was still aswingin'. That soakin' made Sally feel a mite better though,
an she kind o' figured it was wuth rilin' Lil fur t' do it.
When it got dark, Lil staked Sally's ankle t' the ground an' throw'd a
horse blanket over her. She took off'n her buckskins, an' curled up
beside Saly then, her own self. Sally lay there on her back. The stake
wouldn't let her turn over none, an' her arms was still trussed up
behind her so's she was lyin' on 'em. That gal was mighty uncomfortable
fur t' say the least.
Sally's a brave gal, an' she blinked back some tears. After all, she
figured, her belly was full an' tomorrow was another day. Plannin' fur
escapin', or else, better yet, gittin' loose an' havin another go at
Lil, Sally dozed off, even in that goldanged uncomfortable position. The
night got blacker, an' Sally woke up with a start. She stiffened up like
she'd been abit by a rattler.
Lil's hands was on Sally's body, doin' some purty strange an' nasty
things t' her. Now back in that fancy finishin' school in Philidelphia,
Sally knew gals who were like that. She'd always refused to take part in
their nightly goin's on naturally, bein' a Callehoga gal. Them other
girls'd respected Sally's privacy though `cause they was ladies, even if
their tastes was a mite odd. O' course, Sally's size an' strength, an'
fightin' abilities might o' had a dab t' do with it too.
But now Sally was Lil's captive, an' Lil was no lady, that was fur
shore, an' Lil had purty waal cut Sally's strength down to size, an'
showed up her fightin abilities purty handy too. They was jest no way
Sally could fight her off, all trussed up like that. `Bout all Sally
could do, was wriggle around an' try to move away from Lil. It didn't do
no good atall.
Sally snarled like a she-cat. "You git you're dirty hands off'n o' me
Gal!" Lil laughed way down deep an' nasty. She grabbed Sally by the
ears, an' held her face steady, an' she kissed Sally hard right smack on
the lips. Why that gal even stuck her tongue right inside o' Sally's
mouth, an' sucked on her mouth.
When Lil let go o' Sally's ears, Sally was jest about breathless. The
next thing Sally know'd, Lil had her two skinny thighs wrapped `round
Sally's head. Lil told her what she wanted fur Sally t' do next. "You go
to Hell, you dirty bitch!" Sally yelled forgettin' her Sunday manners.
Waal then, that there no'account Lil reached down an' did some real
nasty, purty mean things t' Sally's big nekkid titties. Things so nasty,
Sally, she screamed like you wouldn't believe at the pain "You leave my
boobies alone! Oooo you nasty Bitch!" Sally sobbed out. Waal Sallys
screams an' her threats, both, was cut off purty quick, by Lill
squeezin' her legs tight shut `round Sally's face.
Waal Sally was bout at t'end o' her tether by then, an' she jest plum'
give in, an' did what Lil told her to do. When they was finished, Lil
told Sally. "Ya' know what White Gal, Miss Sally High an' Mighty
Schoolmarm West? Ah'm gonna take you down South o' the Boarder an' Ah'm
gonna sell you down there. They pay top dollar down there fur yaller
haired gals like you in them Cantinas."
Waal Lil kept on travl'n South like that, with pore Sally in tow not
able to do nothin' `bout it, but t' follow 'long like a whipt bitch pup.
The days was jest a nightmare fur our Sal. Lil had a real talent fur
thinkin' up mean ways t' torment that pore, miserable blond wrangler
gal, an' make her life jest a livin' hell, but Sally dreaded the nights
even more.
Waal they never did git to the Boarder. Sally'd been missed purty quick
by her hands at the ranch. Marshall Stone found her gun belt 'n jeans
an' hat. Every one, they naturally feared the worst, but the Posse lit
out on the trail Lil left. Her Apache kin would ha' been right shamed by
the careless trail she left.
Anyways, the Posse caught up with them, jest less'n o' mile from the
Boarder. Waal Lil, she got away `crost the Boarder, `afore the Posse
could nab her. They never did catch her. After what Sally 'd gone
through with Lil, she'd developed a fever and was kinda like delirious
on the trip back, an' bein' feverish like that, I guess she let out a
lotta things `bout what'd happened she might been jest as happy t' kept
t'herself. Waal when they brought Sally home, she was in a purty bad way
fur a while, wouldn't hardly eat, nor sleep, nor leave the Ranch House
fur months.
Sally was purty down on herself they say. I guess she jest couldn't
forgive herself, losin' that fight to Lil, an' let'n herself git took
captive by that nasty young hellion, an bein' amade t'do the things Lil
made her do, an' then havin' t' be rescued by the Posse, jest like one
o' them Eastern Gals avisitin' out here, an' then havin' all o'
Callehoga County hear all about it. O' course, it was the talk o' the
County fur jest about a month o' Sundays, Sally bein' so popular, an'
waal thought o', jest about the most respected, well liked gal in the
County, an' then fur her t'git her tail licked good an' proper by that
skinny leetle Gal.
Anyways, Sally's Daddy, he died a while after that, an' Sally, she hired
a foreman fur t' manage the Ranch, an' moved back East. She stayed in
Philidelphia fur a spell, with her Aunt Minny, an old Callahoga gal
herself, who we hear tell 's one o' them big High Sassiety leaders now.
Then we hear'd Sally was travelin' an' in that there Paree France.
Now let me tell you, we shore did Miss Sally back here in Callehoga
County, `specially Marshall Stone. Yep, Matt Stone he resigned from
bein' Marshall, and went back t' workin' that leetle spread his Daddy
left t' him. `Course he did keep his Deputy Sheriff badge o' Callehoga
County. Waal Matt throwed hisself right int' ranchin' full time, I guess
mebbe it help'd him forget `bout Sally, an' `twasn't long `fore he built
it int' near the biggest spread `round, only the West place bein'
bigger, an' o' course without Miss Sally nor her father t' keep a day t'
day eye on it, that spread was kinda goin' t' seed.
Waal after Sally'd been gone `bout a year who should turn up back t'
Town but Lil, an' if that ain't enuff t' beat all, she's got money enuff
with her to buy the Liberty Belle, lock, stock an' barrel. Some folks
said she got the money in a all night card game in Tombstone. The less
kind folks sez `twas prob'ly robbin' trains but she shore enuff had it
anyways. There's no warrant out agin her so there wasn't nothin' nobody
kin do, but a lotta folks was mighty resentful after what she'd adone
t'Sally.
Some folks thought Matt Stone might have it in fur Lil after the way
she'd treated Sally, but he kinda ignored Lil. Some fool had the gall t'
ask Matt `bout it one day. Waal surprizin' enuff Matt didn't shoot him
on the spot, jest muttered that `twas up t' Miss Sally t' take care o'
Lil when the time come. Lil didn't pay no never mind t' anyone though.
She built up business there mighty quick. The new Marshall, he take's t'
hangin' `round the Liberty Belle all the time, an' folks kinda figure
he's in cahoots with Lil, cause she runs a purty rough place with out no
interference from the law.
Waal finally after `bout two years Sally, she come's back, only it don't
seem like the same Sally West we'd always knowed. She's all dressed
fancy like in these clothes she brought with `er from this here Paree,
why she's even wearin' one o' them consarned bustles. An' not only that,
but she brings a butler back, an' a chef, an' one o' these here coachman
t' drive the fancy coach she's got herself, as if Sally West cain't,
herself, drive a team better'n anyone, jest `bout.
Waal anyway, she cain't hardly ride no horse in that bustle, `less she
rides side saddle, an' danged if she don't bring one o' them back with
her too. It kinda pained every one here t' see Ben West's dotter ridin'
on one o' them sissy side saddles, an' her the best rider in Callehoga
County.
Waal the wust of it was, she jest wasn't the same open hearted, friendly
gal we'd knowed neither, an' that's what hurt the most. She only talked
this here fancy Eastern lingo now, jest like `er Aunt Minnie, an' you'd
never knowed she even come from Callehoga County. She didn't mix none
with folks neither lest it was on business an' couldn't be avoided.
Folks took t' callin' her Miss Sally, `r even Miss West, she was that
standoffish.
Waal o' course Matt Stone dashed out t' the West Spread soon's he hear'd
Sally was home. Waal I guess he got sent off with kinda a flee in his
ear, that dang Sally didn't treat him no better'n any o' her other old
friends. Waal I guess Matt was kinda a smartin' at that, but he kept it
t' hisself an' didn't say nothin bad `bout Sally, but he shore had a
hang dog look `bout him. Losin' that fight t' Lil like that, shore had
made some change in that gal, an not fur the better neither.
Waal, the one good thing we could see was, even though Sally didn't work
the spread herself on a day t' day basis, an' she keeps her foreman on,
there was a heck o' big change in the way the ranch was run. There
leastways, she was still Ben West's dotter. The slackness all gotta
shook out in `bout one day o' her bein back. Waal now she owned `bout
the biggest hunk o' the bank too, an' though there was a Bank Manager,
`twas Sally runnin' the Bank too, that was plain.
Waal one day, Miss Sally as we all called her now instead o' jest plain
Sal, she comes ridin' int' Town, in that here fancy coach o' hers, to
inspect the Bank's Books, an' after that she walks on to the Gen'l Goods
Store, couple doors past the bank. Waal anyways she has t' go past the
Liberty Belle. Waal who should be acomin' out but Lil.
Waal Sally's all dolled up fit t' kill with petticoats and bustles an' I
don't aknow what all, dang'd if'n she ain't even carryin' one o' them
there parasols. Now I will admit, all rigged out like that, Miss Sally,
she look'd jest as purty as a pictoor, jest like a princess in one o'
them story books. I'd a' liked to see'd her rope a steer like that
though.
Lil's in her buckskins like usual in the day time. At night, Lil
generally weared one o' them saloon gal kinda dresses, that shows off a
lotta what's on a gal's chest, an' with askirt s' short you kin see most
o' her ankles `bout up t' the calf. I gotta admit Lil looked real good
in't too.
Waal them two hadn't a laid eyes on one another since Lil lit out crost
the boarder more'n two years ago. She looks Miss Sally up an' down purty
bold like, an' sez. " Waal if'n ain't the Schoolmarm what thought she
was some kind o' high an' mighty muckamuck `round here, only she found
out it was jest she was too big fur her britches, after I took `em away
from `er."
Waal Miss Sally she tries to kinda go around Lil `bout her business, but
Lil catches her by the arm an' sez. "How `bout you an' me go out
acampin' on the Prairie t'night Hon'. I shore have missed them pretty
pink lips o' your'n, an' that real eddicat'd tongue." Waal Miss Sally
shore got all red in the face at that. But she still didn't take a poke
out o' Lil, like you'd o' thunk she ought t'.
"Just let me pass, if you don't mind please Lillian?" Sally sez in that
refined Eastern way she's atakin' t' talkin'. Waal Lil don't move an'
Sally, she turns `round and starts back the other way, an' its purty
clear Lil 's still got Miss Sally kinda spooked. Waal now naturally Lil
ain't one t' let it go at that. She hauls off an' kicks Miss Sally right
in the bustle.
Waal Miss Saaly don't even git her dander up none t' that. She jest
keeps on awalkin', but Lil still don't let her be. Lil grabs Miss Sally
by the arm an' pulls `er back `round. Then she grabs that there parasol
right out o' Miss Sally's hand, an she holds it at either end, an' she
breaks it right over Miss Sally's haid. It shore looks like that Lil's
tryin' t' start up a new fight with Miss Sally.
Waal, an I'm dang sad t' say it, instead o' pitchin' that Lil from here
t' next week, Miss Sally she backs off agin, an' its purty clear, she's
down right buffallo'd by that leetle gal. Waal Lil gits purty disgusted
that she cain't git Miss Sally t' fight back, no how. "Waal now gal, I
guess you got a liver that jest `bout matches your'n hair, n' thats
Yaller!" Lil snickers real loud an' mean like, so's everyone within half
a block kin hear `er.
Miss Sally jest kinda hangs her haid real shamed like, an backs away
from Lil some more, but that don't do `er no good, `cause Lil jumps on
`er an' grabs `er by the bustle an' by the scruff o' the neck an' flings
her int' the Street, right int' the big mudhole `round the Town water'n
trough. Waal Miss Sally ends up asittin' in `bout a foot amud, an' she
jest sits there. She don't even try t' git up, like she's `fraid if she
gits up, Lil'll do somethin' aworst t' her. You can see her lower lip is
a quiverin' as though she's agonna bust out blubberin'.
Waal Matt Stone, he's a come int' Town fur supplies that day, an' as
fate would have it, he was jest a commin' out o' the Gen'l Store an seed
the hull thin'. Waal he jest kinda hangs his haid like he's shore enuff
ashamed, an' wants t' crawl out o'there, an' hide hisself some where's.
Waal Miss Sally sees Matt standin' there an' sez t' him. "Mr. Stone, I
understand that you are still a duly deputized Peace Officer in this
County. Do you allow a lady to be assaulted like this, on the public
streets of this Town? Even if you didn't do anything to protect me from
that nasty young woman, surely, you can at least help me up." I've told
you how high falutin' Miss Sally talk'd since she come back, an' she was
still atalkin' tha
