This story is intended
for mature audiences due to language, violence, and the vivid depiction of a
consensual adult relationship.
Kitty
stood just outside the back door of the Long Branch, breathing in the sultry
summer night air. The sweetly seductive
scent of honeysuckle mingled with the acrid black powder aroma of firecrackers
that mischievous children had been setting off in the street all
afternoon. As she listened to a soothing
chorus of chirping crickets, Kitty placed her hands on her lower back and
stretched, soaking up the peace and utter solitude for a moment before going
back in to lock up for the evening.
It’d
been a long, hectic day, and as she flexed her toes tiredly, she knew she
wouldn’t be wearing these shoes again anytime soon. She didn’t know what on earth she’d been
thinking when she splurged on them last week.
Obviously, only of how awful pretty they looked in the store window and
not how they’d feel on her poor feet after standing on them behind the bar for
several hours.
Rubbing
her temples wearily, she chuckled to herself when she recalled the minor mêlée
Harley Suggs’ wife Lulu caused when she marched into the saloon earlier today
to yank him out of a high stakes poker game, literally by the ear. Poor Harley.
According to the beleaguered, diminutive man, Lulu, built like a
steamboat engine, never let him have one little speck of fun.
Kitty
checked the time on the dainty little ornate watch she wore at the end of a
gold chain. Matt had given her the engraved
watch two years ago for their “anniversary.”
They always celebrated the date she’d purchased the Long Branch as an
anniversary of sorts, although, she thought with a small, secretive smile,
she’d never tell anyone just why.
She
closed the watch cover and stifled a yawn.
She hoped Matt would be back soon.
She needed a healthy dose of comfort after being manhandled by that
brash young cowhand Lester. Sighing, she
turned back toward the door, reaching for the knob, when a large hand clamped
tightly over her mouth.
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