Well, ain't this a fine mess ya got yourself into..
I only rode into town a few moments ago and already I'm knee deep in trouble. And I do mean that in a real figurative sense, as two rough-lookin' Buffalo hunters have me down on my knees on the porch of the Silk Stocking Girls brothel, both of em' clutching my hands firmly behind my back. I had just gotten free of my bonds when these gruff, burly hunters burst outta the Silks' clubhouse, grabbing me roughly and holding me down before I could even react. Now, I'm facing about half a dozen Silks, all none too pleased as they sneer down at me, with their leader, a real pretty bitch in pink, leaning down over me with her lacy gloved hand clutching a handful of my hair, her gorgeous, yet heavily done-up face just inches away from mine. Her eyes narrow dangerously at me as she hisses "I don't care if you're the Sheriff of this two-bit town, NOBODY steals from the Silks!"
She glances down at my hip, and quickly snatches up my lasso from my belt. In a teasing manner she rubs it against my face, a slow, cruel smile forming on her lips. She leans all the way in and hisses into my ear, "and its about time we taught ya a lesson anyway, ya old SLUT! Get this TRAMP upstairs and tie her up!"
I feel the Silk's tongue slither into my ear and I cringe, and with that she plants an insolent, wet kiss on my forehead. She releases my hair, then scoops up my hat and tosses my lasso over to one of the hunters. That hunter lets go of my right arm so he can catch my lasso, while the other hunter hoists me up onto my feet. Bad mistake.
The moment my boots touch the floorboards, I spin toward the hunter still grasping my arm, lifting my knee up and slamming it right into his belly! I let him double over my leg, gasping for air, while the other Silks all gasp in shock. I smile serenely at my would-be captors, slipping my arm free from the burly Buffalo hunter.
"Firstly kiddo," I say in a real calm voice, "I'm no a slut."
The other Hunter comes charging in at me with a loud yell, and I turn to him and plow my fist into his jaw! His head snaps back from my jab, stopping him dead in his tracks, and I quickly send an uppercut into his belly that doubles him over. I hear a grunt from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to watch Hunter #1 charge at me. I simply step outta his path at the last second, watching him collide right into his buddy! He crashes into the doubled over hunter and they both go toppling down the steps of the porch, rolling into the dirt, tossing a wave of dust all around em'. More gasps erupt from the shocked Silks, as their thugs lay in a disposed heap on the ground. I dust my palms and look back at the Silks. They all look a lil timid as they stare me down, unsure of whether to attack me or not. Individually I know I can take em' on, as a group that'd prove to be a real problem. These gals know how to fight dirty, and when they gang up on ya more times than not you'll find yourself hogtied when they're down with ya. But none of em' seem to be willing to make a move, so I don't get too worked up about getting jumped by em'. I focus on the lead Silk, who has a look on her face that's somewhere between annoyed and frightened. The calm, serene smile on my lips remain as strong as ever as I step right to her, snatching my hat outta her hands.
"Secondly, I didn't intend on stealing your horse. Merely burrowed her, that's all. I brought her back, didn't I? Now, I do reckon I took her rather abruptly. I was in a hurry afterall, but that shouldn't excuse my behavior. So, why don't ya take me NOT arresting ya and your two goons for attempted kidnapping as my way of apologizin' for that."
The Silk just continues to burn a hole through me with that steel glare. "I'm gonna get ya, Sheriff.."
My smile only deepens as I place my hat back on my head. "Countin' on it kiddo." I reply with a wink, puckering my lips to blow her kiss as I swiftly turn on my heel and walk down the porch. I snatch my lasso off of the downed Buffalo hunter as I pass by, sauntering away from the Silk clubhouse. Making my way into town, I scan the buildings and my eyes go wide as I hear the loud gunshot ring out through the town. I take a few steps forward and I let out a gasp as I recognize the Natives who captured me are now gathering around the front of the bank, while a dark-haired beauty stands at the front of the small crowd, brandishing a Sharps 50 Rifle. From where I'm standing, I can't get a good look of that girl, but something tells me she's a whole lot of trouble!
Damn it, what the hell's going on?! Are they gonna rob the bank..like hell they are! I reach for my pistols--then instantly curse myself when I realize I left em' back at the Indians' camp! Damn it! I quickly run over to one of the buildings close by and crouch behind a wooden rail. None of em seemed to notice me, and the rest of the town has run for cover..I start to formulate a plan to try and neutralize these gals when I hear one of em' talking. I arch my brow as I hear the names 'Misty' and 'Lexi' are spoken by the Sharps wielding lady, and instantly I put two and two together. The Outlaws are inside the bank, and these gals are lookin' to get at em'. This could get real messy real fast..I quickly move toward the bank, slipping into the alleyway and moving toward the bank's back entrance. Licking my lips, I pull on the doorknob, turn it slowly, and sigh in relief as it isn't locked. I quietly slide in, gripping my lasso as I enter the bank..
(Over to Lexi or Misty)
