But here I had ridden out to make my destiny, I had hoped to make it to San Francisco, but I had fallen short at Deadwood. All I wanted to do was dance, for the joy of it, not the pittance that was thrown at me every night. By jagged teeth rough necks who's idea of seduction was leaving their boots on. Heathens the lot of them, but why not, God had made them all beasts, worthy of spit and dust the lot of them.
Having brushed the stage for their amusement, I bent like a old measly hag, picking up coins, hoping to collect enough for my room and enough foul brew to give me space, knowing that I had to collect enough, because if I didn't. My back would have to earn the rest. I counted each coin as it fell into my hand, then into my ragged eager purse, sure enough, there was enough, to push away the night and forget. I looked up at Eunice, that pitifully sad dire man who tended the Piano night after night. He played and smiled at me, he knew my act was stunning, a shallow friend but a friend none the less.
Collecting my rose coloured skirt around my black stocking legs, I gently treaded the steps to the Saloon's floor and walked over to the bar. The pudgy stain of a barman grinned at me, proffering whiskey, raw and indiscreet. I downed the shot, so easily now. Life had grown to harsh in the past year, in this town, there was no remorse in comfort. Soon I was placed against the bar, held under the eyes of too many dark souls, but they all knew my bight, it was far less then congenial then my touch.
I swept out a blood red ribbon, arched and tied back my hair, neat, out of the way, just like I liked it. Just like I liked my men. I was fingering another coins, debating silently weather I should just blow the lot and retire with a bottle for bed fellow. The jingling of spurs, distressed me, behind me, a gloved hand fell down with cash. A hard bitten voice gritted out. "Whiskey for the lady." The barman stammered yes sir, and went about his business.
I shot my eye so dramatically upwards, as my chin stroked my finger, my pout so precise and well practised. The man by my side was so evil and fierce, a brute with sand paper stubble and a scar that only did justice to that ugly stain on the world he called a face. It sent a rotten revolution for through my stomach, like fierce vomit try to drive it's self out my loins. I sneered, "sir, your company is not desired, I require no company, especially yours."
His smile was hard bitten and drained of all humour, his eyes dark empty sockets lost to compassion. I was revolted as his black gloved hand clutched mine and fingered my chin. "Well ain't you a mouthy lil whore, well that mouth is mine." He rancidly forced his money towards me as he tried to drag me in for a foul mouthed kiss. The stench alone made me tremble with more then fear.
I gulped down hard, repelled my posture stiffened, I turned away and focused on a point in nowhere, but a long way away from him. "Sir, I insist you take your filthy hands of me."
He bellowed a gruff stinking laugh at me. "You sure got a mouth pretty one. It'll be a shame to have to beat it shut."
Seeing the shot of whiskey, I reached for it, calmly, like grasping my liquor, felt it solid in my hand, resolved I jerked it up into his face, he swore so angrily as he slapped me down to the ground, with pain racing through my cheek, like fire, my eyes welled upward, past his worn dark boots, dingy gun belt and cold iron, grime splattered punched shirt and disgusting sneering face. I would die before I loved a man like that.
Behind me a cold calm voice drifted like salt in a sea side wind. "Touch her again and you contend with me."
The ruffian looked up, startled and mean. "Stranger, mind your own business before I put an end to you."
I looked behind me, out of the shadows, a pale lithe form stood, his tan trench coat wrapped around taught limbs, his face a cold marvel of serenity. An eye in a storm, he looked down on me, but never once wavering from his prey. So real, he was either a fool or a hero. Only time and action would tell.
The two men stared, my pale saviour and dark oppressor. Everyone knew what would follow, I picked myself up in time to follow the rush onto the street, in time to see the two men stand ten yards apart. Killers bent on their quarter. So intrigued to stand and watched. Every breath was counted, the wind billowed the strangers coat, like wings of an angel. So free he swept his tails away, cracked his nuckles and grinned at his opponent. It was the grin of a trades man, as he witled away at a work of art.
The dark gunman grunted and drew. Like a shot the stranger collapsed his gun free and shot, disarming his foe with a blood splattering shot to his right shoulder. As the wounded man began the shocked twist of fury, a thin flicker sent another bullet crushing into his groin, then another, at the head, ending the coarse man where he stood and collapsing him where he stood. So quick, by the time I stared back, the strangers guns were away and he was walking towards me. So handsome and discrete this man was. So hard to believe he had just killed for me.
One firm hand held my shoulder, driving such passion through my skin and giving my feet such strength. His voice was the whisper of music, so pleasurable and pleasing. "Are you OK my dear. I hope he didn't hurt you too much." His well work hand so softly brushed my cheek, like dew on a petal it was so perfect and endearing.
"I am." I almost spilt out words of love. "I am in need of a cool place to lay down."
He held out a strong arm for me to nestle at and feel support. "I am at your disposal, as is my room."
"Why thank you." I took his arm, my head against his shoulder, strong smells of horse and road overwhelmed me as he lead me away from the crowd. So sure was I in his grip, here was a man who would die before he let me down. It was like a sad leaving, when he let me go, to take a seat in his room. The shades drawn, his company was not far away, as he fetched me a drink, sparkling and delightful. It healed much and wet my lips. My saviour's hair was dark and tangled, I could not help but entangled my hair in it, as I pulled him close and pondered my debt to him.
"Why?" I stared into those handsome strong eyes, it was all I could ask. Such eyes had seen so much. Under the sun and away from it. Why me I wandered.
"Why you." His lethal hand tenderly fell against my breast, electric through the tight cloth, afire against my nipple. "You dance like a lady, he was a fool not to treat you like one."
My breath was so hushed, barely alive it drove out my voice. "And you will?"
"I would never dream of giving you any less of the love a lady like you deserves."
As I pull him so close to kiss, I have no doubt. So true he feels me all over, so caring and overwhelming. Such a man. He carries me to the bed, his kiss so intoxicating, I fall into the mattress, my arms around him, dragging him towards me, to kiss again. Such a kiss, it smothers me with delight. I can't get enough of it. We roll together, wrap each other in love, so naked, so delighted to be together.
On top of me, I can feel his manhood, so swelling with sweetness, it pushes into me, like a gasp, it breaks it's way through, so intense inside me it grows and rocks, my hands graze across his strong furry chest, with kisses I feel all over him, for ever inside me, pleasing me. Driving me in waves, so embraced by joy, we glide together. Two lovers, so perfect. So strong in each others arms. So alive, I scream my ecstasy. He is in side me so far, so real, in me, pumping like a lover should, every movement a rush, never ending, never falling, always growing. I scream louder, barely can I grasp his dark curls as I come like thunder, wrapped around him, dragging him so close to me. So delighted I fall away into his arms, his musky smell so distilled next to me. My saviour, my love, now always a part of me. I drift away to sleep so close to him. Knowing he will never let me down. We drift together.