When Black Bob rode into town, the men went into hiding. He was one of the meanest outlaws this side of the Rio Grande. He always wore a big black cowboy hat, and black boots. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Even his horse was black. He was a tall man, almost 7 ft tall, and probably weighed 300 lbs. He was a very fast draw, and bragged about killin...
Dan stirring wakes me, still rather on the not awake side I look about to see the light coming in the window. I get up after a little struggle, my arm is trapped under him and Dan does not want to wake. I move quiet as I can to the dresser get out the loaded revolver and open the door half behind it. I giggle at what I find Ishmael is perched on a chair. Shu...
Wake up this day with almost a need for my husband buried inside. Look around and while the sky is not lit soon will be. Sigh and put head back on Dan, if we try Sashi and Balik will wake up afore the finish. Since Bonita and Chad finally got to go on a hunt that means we stop there so I can go and see to them both. Not for the first time I find myself wis...
Years ago, when Wichita was filled with lady's of the night and cowhands crossed the prairie driving herds of longhorn from Houston to the stockyards in Chicago there was one lone cowboy that had decided to make one of the ladies an honest woman. His name was Jeb Harding but they called him Texas Red because of his burnt orange hair that always sparkled li...
If there's one truth in sellin' liquor to hard workin' folks, it's that bartenders with big bosoms mean two things: healthy tips and thirsty patrons. That draw held, even at a recently refurbished saloon, outside of Dallas, Texas. Where more money than you could shake a stick at was spent to make old new again. And with every nail driven, and coat of paint...
Nora tightly held a small bag with all her worldly possessions as Master Thompson turned the carriage they were riding in up the path to a large plantation. "Things are going to be different dear, things are going to be different," Nora's soon to be former master muttered quietly, giving her a sympathetic look. "Please, do whatever he tells you to without an...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story but it will make more sense and give you the background of the characters and the story line if you read the first two chapters. As always constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. ****************** I think I'll take a couple of days rest in Albuquerque, Dillon thought as he rode into th...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? As my regular readers are aware, I enjoy writing about people who possess fluid sexuality. Here I tell the story of an ex-slave's time as Marshal in a frontier town in the old American West. The women he encountered weren't as...
Stormy nights were cliché. A bad omen and the perfect setting for a tale of fright and gore. There was always the mysterious fog that seemed uncanny for the naturally hot weather and the rain that would later pour down in sheets. No one can forget the deep guttural rumble of the thunder, nearly shattering the windows of the dusty ol' saloon. A crack, brought...
"Cesaria; Wake up my dear, dusk is here and we have much to talk about." Before I opened my eyes, I absorbed my surroundings using my senses. The voice, so gentle and soothing, familiar and loving. The air is filled with scents, some are comforting yet strangely grotesque; it is my own scent, my perfume and his, but then there is also the smell of dissolut...