[Candy123]

I stand there and listen to Joann about learning how to play poker. Joann seems  to know what she is talking about which is good for me. I might have to take her up on her offer when I get a bit of more money. I know most of it will be tied in the hotel for sometime. I follow Joann out back as she carries the bird to the kitchen.



I look at the stove in the corner as Joann puts the turkey on the table.

Joann: How long do you think it will take too cook?

Me: 15lbs means four hours of cooking. Everything will be cooked in four hours.

Joann: If you need any help, just call the Red or barkeep.

I watch as Joann leaves the kitchen and heads back down the way to the main part of the saloon. I hear noises come from the saloon as I work in the kitchen preparing the turkey and the cranberry sauce and the vegetables I found in the cupboard. I listen in to the sounds of the voices coming from the main part of the saloon. I cannot make out many words except full house and straight. I do not understand what they mean.

Four hours pass with me in the kitchen all the time working away over the hot stove. The turkey is cooked and the vegetables are ready and the corn bread and the cranberry sauce. I walk back in and look at the barkeep.

Me: It is ready.

(Continued by anyone. I am off to sleep.)

[Michelle]

The school marm...Babs........ comes over and asks if she can sit down...maybe have a game or to.....I tip my hat and say.....

"Why hello Babs....sure....pull up a chair....get your money out.......and if ya got a gun just put the damn thing on the table!"

"Just kidding about the gun.......you don't have one on ya?...... do ya?"

I bust out with a laugh as she takes her seat and I start shuffling the deck....I then set the deck in the middle of the table and I ask her to cut it......she does and I pick the deck back up and deal us both 5 cards....

"You know...I just love poker...its kind of an analogy to life in many ways"

"As in life..one takes chances in poker...plays the odds.....sometimes you play the odds wrong and lose.....at least at poker all you lose is some money"

"In life...you sometimes lose everything...including that life!"

"Guess ya can lose it all in  poker to...if you're caught cheatin"

"Hey Babs!...lets talk odds...shall we?"

"For example....I'd be willing to bet you that by morning....Misty and Lexi will have busted out of that chicken-shit jail we have"

"What do ya say Babs?......I bet you $20 they are out by morning"

"Oh and Babs....I'll bet ya another $50 if they do break out.......either me or Misty is gonna be dead in a week.....or wish she was....I know if I EVER get my hands on that WHORE again...she'll wish she'd stayed in jail!"

"Want some of that bet too?"

I grin as I look at her across the table from the upper part of my eyes where my dark brown pupils have moved....peering at her over the cards I hold up in front of my face....I say to myself....."God Damn Michelle you've fucking done it again!.....a full fucking house!....

I say to myself..."God I'm good!!".......

"I'll go you one better Babs....if I lose that bet....I'll buy the school all knew books.....and even toss in a couple of new desks"

"You game?"

"Oh...and as for me running an honest game?"  "Why Babs!.....I am shocked!...as a duly appointed officer of the court...sworn to uphold the law to the best of my ability...I'm just stunned that you would EVER think I would run an less than an HONEST game?"

"I see your friend JoAnn over there and the new hotel owner Sarah....why don't ya ask em over and we'll get a big God Damn game going...the more the merrier!"

"Soooo....how many cards to you want?"  "And don't fucking say 5 either!"

[FightingBrook]

The mayor tries to put up a struggle in vain. She is on the short side, a little over 10½  hands high. My hand spread is about half my foot length. But she is solid at around 13 rocks heavy. Someone once told me my rock is about 10 pounds in foreign devil measurements and not as heavy as the mayor’s ‘stones’. Most of my squaws are her high or shorter. I am tall for an Indian maiden. (think my father was a tall, while cowboy.) The mayor is feisty but no match for several Indian squaws, each of which is quite muscular anyway.

I ride next to the mayor with her draped over her horse, ASU (ass side up). Can’t help but smack that bouncing, protruding butt.

We get to one of our camps after a roundabout route. (No mayor, not one of your round-a-bouts. “Put her on the ground with her back supported by that large log” I say to the squaws. “Untie her hands but watch her. See no reason she can’t join in our feast.”

While many of us were in town we left the best cook and her helpers back at the camp. We had gotten a large cache of food from various places. (You shouldn’t leave your food stores unattended.) After all that riding and excitement we are all famished and ready for this feast.

“Eat all your vitals up” I command the mayor. “You are going to need your strength for what I have planned for you.” I run my wet tongue over my lips, top and bottom.

(I’m back and ready for action. Thanks Karly for holding down the camp although I am sure you would rather being holding down the Trollop Fort.   Back to Karly or anyone else...Now why would you want to escape, Karly, when I have all sorts of delicious things in store for you… or not…)

[lexibabe]

a nod off to sleep.....but its not a restful sleep.....im walking  my hands bound....voices all around me but I see no faces....then with each step I take....faces become clear....people  I knew  from back home  some friends  some not...  "baby where have you been"   that voice...I turn  seeing her....mama?   her eyes  sad and tear filled
"what have you  done?,I've missed you so much baby" i'm all alone...... trying to go to her....mama i'm sorry

your not going anywhere  whore.....suddenly i'm in our little shack  back home.....I see her lying in the coner
mama   I cry.....she does'ent answer....a sharppain in my side  from a kick....tell us  where  them oney is hidden
you southern white trash....I look into the hatefull eyes   of lester squash.  the carpet baggerm ayor the Yankees
appointed in our town after  the war.....shes not only  white trash  but  breed white trash  half Cherokee
always thought she was better than any one.make her talk lester   .the other voice in the room  frank nayset
the local lowlife of the town before the war....my eyes widen  leste unhooks his belt...I struggle scrambling away
grabing a heavy iron skillet swinging it at lesters head the aweful sounds...the crack...the grunt from lester the thump as he hit the floor.....I scramble for his gun   seeing the fear in franks eyes..before I aim at him and pull the trigger...blam,blam....then aiming it at lester..emptyng the gun into him

hang the bitch...people  cheered laughing....again my hands are bound...looking back...my foot prints seem to stretch endlessly  behind me....scenes from my past drifted up and blew away as dust in the wind...fleeing from my home.being on my on..my first robbery..i took a whole 3 dollars....the fights I had...my first bank robbery
of being so happy to have pulled it off...meeting  misty....all our robberies we pulled off togeather
town after town  endless faces  all blowing away    dust .

then again  louder now....hang the bitch...i'm stoped at the gallows steps.....lets go...te sheriff prods me
for the first time in a long time  i'm terrified.....mama..i did'ent mean it....tears flow down my cheeks
looking around  feeling the rope around my neck....i'm sorry I 'm sorry.....no  don't

I jerk awake......ummmngh..I moan out.....its dark..my eyes adjust to the darkness...."you alright sugah"
misty ask from...the next cell....sugah?......my hans feeling my neck..finally I answer  nooo.i'm not
I fall to the floor  slowly  crawling to mistys  cell....misty crawls close to meet me

whispering.....misty  we're going to bust out of here  tonight.....be ready.....

I push to my feet........sheriff...sheriffff.....I have to go to the out house......sheriff you better come
or i'll pee all over this cell for you to clean.........SHERIFFFF..

mandy.or tiffany here

[BustyTiffany35]

From the darken cells I hear a sound. It's abrupt, distinct and causes me to jolt in my seat when I hear it. It sounds like a body dropping onto the floor. I reckon of those gals likes to toss around some when they sleep.. It's then that I hear Lexi's strained voice, calling out to me in a semi-desperate plea. What's she going on about now?

I hear her threatening to pee all over her cell, and I roll my eyes in annoyance, sighing as I slide up onto my feet and make my way to her cell. I slowly uncoil my lasso as I move into the lock-up, my eyes scanning Misty's cell before they drift over Lexi's. "Hold your horses, sugar. I'm here.."

I study the dark-haired vixen, giving her a stern look before I unlock the door and step into her cell. "Now, before we go anywhere," I hiss, glaring into her eyes as I hold out my lasso, "I want ya to hold out your hands, put em' together.." I pull the lasso tautly, and move in close to Lexi to bind her wrists together..


(Over to Lexi or Misty!)

[FightingBrook]

I watch the mayor wolf down the food like she hasn’t eaten in several days. Must be they just don’t have such good vitals where she comes from. They probably bowl everything or make pies with strange ingredients. Nothing so good as a bird smoked over a mesquite fire, turning on a spit for hours.

She seems sated from the food but still tense and nervous. Probably worried what a bunch of savages will do to a frail looking thing like her. Got to convince her we aren’t savages but more civilized than the foreign devils that have invaded our land.

I sit down next to her. “I know you must be wondering what happened to your mine documents. Not to worry. I have them in a sage place.   You said you wanted to do good things for the town with the gold mind. I take you at your word.”

“Problem is that what is good for the town is bad for the Indians. At least if you implement your plans as you stated earlier. Maybe we can work out a compromise. One that allows for you to work the mine but one that doesn’t bring in lots of gold crazed prospectors to overrun the land. If you think about it all those varmints wouldn’t be good for your town.”

“Come into my tent and we can discuss this in private. Maybe find a good solution. Just don’t try and attack and overpower me to find your documents. First you won’t overpower me, although I might enjoy you trying. Secondly, you won’t find the documents anyway.”

“I have to make this look good for the other squaws.” I stand you up, twist your arm behind your back and force you into the tent. I twist it hard enough for appearances but not so hard as to cause you great pain. Still firm enough that if you try anything I will wrench it to give you great pain.

(Your turn Karly)

[Kellicat]

I walk out of the hotel and make my way to the jail. I enter the jail to see the sheriff tying the hands of two prisoners.

" Hi Sheriff..... what did these two do? Must have been something real bad if your treating them this way."


I look around the jail and then back to the sheriff. placing a small cigar in my mouth and lighting it. I toss the burnt match to the floor.

" I just came to see if there are any bounties up. A girl has to make a living somehow."



over to Tiffany or the two sexy prisoners

[FightingBrook]

”My full name is Flowing Brook that Runs Deep. Some know me as Babbling Brook but I don’t like what that indicates. You can call me Henry.”

I lay you down on a deep pile of soft buffalo hides and a top layer of softer deerskin. You look up at me from on your back. Your cheeks are a crimson color that I haven’t seen before. In fact your whole body appears flushed. You say something about share our bed and get even redder. You purse your lips.

“My, my seems like you are in heat and it isn’t because of the fire. But just wait a darn minute. You can’t wear those clunky boots on my deerskin.” I pull and tug on your boots and finally get them off. “And you are perspiring, must be too much clothing on in this tent. ”I remove all your garments leaving you as  naked as the proverbial buc.  “I have a pair of moccasins I think you will find much more comfortable.”

But before I put them on you I can’t resist seeing the bare soles of your feet. I take a long eagle feather and flick it on the bottoms of your feet tickling you.  Then let the tip of the feather glide up your legs and inner thighs. Then flick the feather between your legs where the sun and the moon don’t shine. At lest not in these parts.

“I’m so damned hot” I remove my clothing also. “Now about those negotiations…” I say as  I crawl on my hands and knees over you and then slide my full body down on hyours.”

(Back to you Karly, if you can type…..}

[RedEnforcer]

(gawd, I don't remember O. Henry stories being this hot...sorry, carry on)

[lexibabe]

I hear the sheriff grumbling as she wakes up.....sheriffff..I can't wait much longer  hurrryyy....
I look over at misty and wink  she gives me a quizzical smile...when she takes me out babes
distract her yell,stomp yuour feet  anything   i'll jump her...she gives me a look of concern

the sheriff opens the big wooden door..fumbling with the keys...I admit I don't know if this will work
the sheriff  is bigger and stronger...i'll have just one chance....i'll have to use the surprise to make it work
the sheriff works the key in the lock.the tumblers seem very loud   I can hear  my own heart beat

taking a couple steps out as the sheriff starts to bound my wrist...suddenly the office door opens
from the street....someone walks in calling for the sheriff  sounds kind of like the gunslinger
I nod to misty  who calls out....the sheriff is caught off guard  with all the confusion
turning first to the outer office then back to misty

i'm able to lock my fingers raising my arms lunge into the sheriff slaming my fist to side of her pretty face
shoving my body into hers.trying to force her nto the heavy  wooden door.


to misty tiffany,or kelli

[Mistycats]

My heart is beating out of my chest. Knowing that if Lexi's plan doesn't work, then we're screwed in more ways than one. That sheriff will work us both over if we don't make this happen. I nod when I hear Lexi's instructions, and do as I'm told. Stomping my feet and yelling and I see my sexy partner spring to action, catching the sheriff with a hard right hook that stuns the blonde bombshell. I see the struggle start and I'm instantly worried. Lexi can fight and hold her own, but this is going to be tough. "Push her over here Lexi! Come on!" My gawd the struggle is epic, but finally the sheriff has her back close enough to my cell. I reach out and clasp a hand in her blonde hair, jerking back hard and pulling her back into the bars. I hold on for dear life as I see Lexi starting to close in. I growl in her ear through the bars, "You didn't think we'd just sit in here and rot did you sheriff?" 

(over to Lexi, Tiff, or Kelli)

[BustyTiffany35]

"What in the world?"

My attention shoots to the newcomer calling out from the front of my office, then it turns quickly to Misty stomping and shouting in her cell. Then--

"NGHH!"

Before I know it, Lexi's fists just smash into my cheek, causing my face to snap to the side! I stagger back a few steps with a stinging cheek and a throbbing head, and while I'm hurting from the sudden, unexpected fist, a vengeful rage is already rushing through me! I lock my angry eyes on Lexi, but before I can even lunge at her the lil' outlaw barrels into me, crashing her body into mine and causing me to crash back into the wooden door behind me. I groan aloud when the back of my head smacks against the door, and the room suddenly feels like it's shifting beneath my boots. I shake my head warily, straining to recover from my dazed state to combat this vicious vixen. I manage to grab hold of her shoulders and shove her off of me, but she comes right back at me like a wildcat! We struggle wildly with each other, her hands tangled in my hair, only making the throbbing in my head worse. My hands sink into her dark hair as well as our bodies bump and crash roughly together, nothing but the thought of hurting and subduing the other woman burning brightly within our minds. I yank at her hair, she pulls hard on mine. I grab at her shirt, she tries and tears my skirt off. I yell and shout at her and she curses right into my face. I'm so lost in my anger and my need to contain this vixen that I forget about my placement in the room--my back's dangerously close to the cells, Misty's cell in particular.

Lexi gives me a hard shove that causes me to stumble back, right into her blonde partner's waiting hand, which reaches through the bars and grasps my flowing platinum hair! I let out a yelp as the gal just RIPS her hand back, causing my head to snap backward, which also causes the back of my skull to slam into the steel bars! I let out a wary moan as the throbbing between my ears intensifies, my head held back in place by Misty as she has two handfuls of my hair. I feel Misty's breath on my ear as she holds me in place, and a shiver runs down my spine as I listen to what she hisses. I reach up blindly behind my head with both my hands to grab at Misty's hands, only to spot Lexi closing in on me. I notice her hands are coming loose from the lasso as she quickly approaches, and there's a real hard look on her face as she eyes me in such a perilous state, the kinda look that screams 'y'all are mine now!' With a gasp, I kick out my leg abruptly, hoping my boot connects with the outlaw!

(Over to Lexi, Misty or Kelli!)

[RedEnforcer]

I really don't know how I got hornswoggled into cookin' this eve, but I have been tryin' my best at it.  It looks like I'm as good at it as I am at doin' some huntin' which ain't sayin' much seeins how I'm more a tinkerer at heart.  But out here in the frontier, they don't need much from a telegraph repairman when there's no telegraph around.  "Go west young man!" my sore and tired ass.  All that bein' said, I sure am glad I'm here at Rattlesnake Gulch which is more gulch than snake.  Well if you don't count the women here who all seem to have serious beefs with each other.  Of course, when i do think of the lovelies in town, I realize that there's that familiar smell of burnin' vittles. Damn. Looks like some of the lard's on fire.  No panic, just gotta make sure you don't toss any wat...  Sunuvabitch! That damn fool Junks done gone and spread the fire.
"Go fetch me some towels or rags, and not ones with grease on 'em! GO!" I start slapping at burning spots with my apron, gettin' most of it under control... By the time Junks has come back, it's managed. But damn, somebody's food is ruint.  I need to go find Miss Sarah (gawd she's a pretty one) and let her know.  I go to leave and Junks is giggling like a schoolgirl at me. I look down and my apron has holes from the fire so I figure that must be what he's laughin' at. I shake my head and walk into the saloon proper and feel a wave of cool air over me. That kitchen got damn hot. I don't really notice that some areas of my body are cooler than others as I look around for Miss Sarah. I look over and see one of the sexy women sittin' atop one of the others and talkin' to Miss Sarah.  I walk on over and ignore other giggles from the room as I reach the lady in question.

"Um Miss Sarah, we kinda need you in the kitchen."


(onto whomever in the saloon)

[Michelle]

I sit at the table…peering at my cards…..munching on the thin brown nasty shit cigarette I have been chewing on for an hour…..my dark eyes looking back over my cards  and at the others at the table…….God what a collection of cheaters and reprobates!...

If our fucking school marm Babs asks for 5 cards again…I’m gonna pick up this Sharps rifle I swear to God and…….ooops…….be nice Michelle…you’re a God Damn judge….not the crazy ass fucking lying shit Madame Fucking Mayor!..

Am I the only one not cheating in this game?  What’s wrong with me?  Fuck its been such a long day….Maybe I should call it a evening and go relax…take a walk  Go down to the brothel….after all I did almost get my tall cute ass shot off today.  I drop my cards….and simply say…

”Fold!”…….”Ladies and Gents!…..the Judge is going home!”

“I sure do appreciate you all replenishing the “Judge Michelle Miles Retirement and Future Gambling Fund”.   I extend my long arms and reach out…swiping all my cash and winnings towards me and off the table into my wide brimmed black hat…..then I start looking at what’s in the hat….

“Hey…who’s bill of sale is this for a FUCKING HORSE?”  “George?”   I already have a God Damn horse!”  “I’ve seen your horse!...are you shitting me?”   “Jesus George!.....You OWE me!”   “God damn is there no dignity in cards any more!!!”

I place the hat firmly up on my dark brown hair clad head….my all too familiar signature pony tail flowing down my the back of my black trench coat….…..I rise from my chair…pick up my Sharps rifle….tipping my hat to one and all……

“Oh Babs…you might bend down and pick up those fucking cards on the floor under your chair….they fell outta your sleeve while you were dealing during the last hand”

I look at her and just shake my head…smiling…..”My God Babs!….What an example for the kids!……Let’s at least teach em how to cheat at cards right!”  “MUTHAFUCKA”

I look over at Sarah and stop myself….”Sorry for the language ma'am…..not exactly legalese”  “Good night to you”

I tip my hat to Sarah and begin to walk out of the bar…stopping to leave a tip for Sam at the bar...

"Have a nice evening Judge"....I hear Sam yell as I wave going out....."You Too Sam"....I yell back as I wave back over my shoulder....

….then walking through the swinging doors…..as I begin my late night walk down the street slowly…...stopping for a moment to reach into my pocket….take out a large cartridge…pulling the hammer back on the Sharps rifle….and sliding it in the chamber…pulling the hammer back one more time until it locks in place……

I haven’t been the Judge this long not to know when to be careful…..this is Rattlesnake after all…I cradle the Sharps in my right arm  and slowly stride down the wooden side walk…the spurs clanging on my boots….

I stop and pet my horse Scooter on the forehead…placing an arm around my loyal and wonderful horses neck….and whispering….”You did good today boy……we still got it…..don’t we?”  “Remember when we scouted for Custer and the 7th?”  “That loud mouth Sergeant Miles Keough?”  “God I miss those guys some days…...they knew how to treat a lady….and what great card players!”

"What was that song they always sang when they drank?....Garry Owen?......I think that was it....I'll never forget that tune"

"Looks like we might be staying awhile boy…..New York aint goin anywhere”

I lean my face in and kiss Scooter’s forehead…..”Good night my friend”……”I love you”

I walk on down the street...I consider going down to the hotel...they got this new guy down there that can cook up a storm.....Red I think they call him.....makes a great steak and potatoes!.....cept the sumbitch grabbed my ass last time I was in there!.......Jesus!.......to be honest I didn't mind....a judge doesn't get her ass grabbed nearly enough!....

…..its pretty quiet tonight……I approach the sheriff’s office……thinking maybe she’ll be up and we can have a late night drink……and maybe…just maybe….I can look in on those fucking scumbags Lexi and Misty…..maybe poke em through the bars of their cells like circus animals with my Sharps…..just because I know it would piss em off!   Oh what the hell..they’d just as soon shoot me as look at me…..and I’m bound to get it in the back some day anyways….

I get just about to the Sheriffs office and I hear the voices…..and a chill shoots up my spin……I hear Lexi’s voice…and I begin to back away as I bring the muzzle of the Sharps out in front of me......backing up a few more steps....

[Candy123]

I am sitting there watching the judge leave after folding her latest hand. I have been watching so I understand that fold means to lay the cards down and a hand is 5 cards in your hand. I am getting a hold of this game slightly. I just have to figure out everything else.

I put my hands up to show my innocence as Jo accuses the school marm Babs of cheating. I jump from the sound as Babs head is slammed down on the table and Jo sits her ass on top. I hear Jo's warning about me not getting involved.

Me: I won't get involved.

I say knowing that Jo would beat me up in a second as she is used to this world while I am new. I watch as Jo sits on Babs head and teases her about enjoying it. I do not know if Babs is enjoying it or not but it looks like it does hurt a little to have someone sitting on the top of your head.

Me: Does it hurt Babs?

I do not get an answer as a man comes over to talk to me. I hear there is a fire in the kitchen where they were cooking. I do not know what they were cooking as all they had to do was wash the dishes after the turkey dinner. Is it possible to start a fire by washing dishes. They are men so anything is possible I guess.

Me: I have to leave for a moment. Excuse me.

I am taken into the kitchen to see the fire burning and spread throughout the kitchen.

Me: Go and grab some buckets or whatever you can find.

(Red or whoever wants to come out of the saloon)