Candice was in her shop working the press. As she did a man walked in. he was dirty from a long time on the trail. In his hand was an empty bottle of whisky. Candice first felt his presence before she saw him. He stood there with the oil lamps behind him casting a shadow across the room. He said to her, “what kind of town closes its saloon at ten. Is that a way to treat a man?” He eyed her up and down. She suddenly realized she was just in her undergarments and a man’s long shirt. She backed away. He said, “well I guess we have to find our fun where we can.” She said, “I am sorry you are not having any fun, but this is a place of business and not a social club. If you want you can come back in the morning but we are closed for the night.” He smiled and said, “a man has to find his own kind of fun.”
He rushed her forcing her up against a wall. As he did she struck him in the groin with her knee. He backed away a little then came forward. He hit her with a quick jab to the stomach then grabbing her hair he smacked her head into the wall. The room seemed to flash with light. She thought to herself, “this bastard was going to win.” He pushed her up against the wall and ripped her shirt open. His dirty grimy hands left stains across her under garments. Just before she passed out she herd her front door close.
Candice woke up and found herself in an unfamiliar room. She was in a bed underneath a soft multicolored blanket. She was also completely naked under that blanket. Her stomach ached and her head throbbed. For a second she wondered if it was all from another night of drinking. But that wouldn’t explain the room she was in. At the foot of the bed she saw a young boy sitting in a chair. He just stared at her. A minute later a woman came in. It was the Chiefs wife Aponi. She had a dress of some kind and a pair of shoes. They were her shoes. Without a word, she pulled off the blanket covering Candice. The boy at the foot of the bed gasped as Candice tried to cover up. Aponi turned to the boy and said, “I thought I told you to go NOW.” He left the room without breaking his sight of Candice. Aponi looked over at Candice and apologized for her son. She said, “I sent him in here to watch over you just in case. With a shot to the head you can’t be too safe. I guess I just forgot about him.”
Candice couldn’t remember much of the assault. Aponi said, “my husband came looking for you when he found the man in our shop. He had just stuck you and was in the process of tossing you to the ground and dropping pants. Aponi smiled a little. The jackass tried to attack my husband. He messed with the wrong man. She looked at Candice then back to the dress. She said, “your cloths were destroyed by that man. I thought you could wear this until you get home.” The dress was a simple cotton dress with a floral pattern. When she was younger she would wear such a dress almost every. Candice said, “thank you for everything.” Then as if her brain caught up with what was said she asked, “why was he looking for me?” Aponi looked her in the eyes and said, “the sheriff was shot last night.”
I woke up in my bed. Candice was lying next to me staring at me. she looked both worried and relived all at once. She asked me what happened. I told her what I could remember. It was around 3pm. A boy runs into the office. I don’t remember his name. He said, “Sheriff some Indians are robbing the bank.” I look to my deputy Jack Fritz who is already on his feet and going for his Sharps Carbine rifle. He is a crack shot with it. I grab my Henry and we were off. As we approached the bank James Fritz another deputy and the brother of Jack met us in the street. He said there was three of them inside grabbing cash and shooting into the ceiling. I had the Fritz brothers take up firing positions with Jack on a nearby roof while I stood in the road and waited. I didn’t have to wait long.
The three men all dressed like what a white man who has never met an Indian would think an Indian would dress like. They spun around and saw me. They froze in the road. I yelled, “drop the guns and put your hands high.” In response, the third man pulled and fired his gun. Within a few seconds me and my deputies leveled the gunmen. I grabbed a bucket and dumped some water on one of the men. The paint on his face washed away. The boy who came to warn us about the bank robbery said, “they are not Indians their white.” Then he looked at me and said, “Holy smokes sheriff you been shot.” I looked down at a bleeding hole in my shoulder then I woke up here.
Lying next to me Candice kissed me. I tried to lean in and kiss her back but the pain from the gunshot forced me back. She leaned over and kissed me again. Using my arm not affected by the gunshot a drew her close to me. Hiking up her dress she straddled me as we kept kissing each other. As she moved she shifted and slipped. Her hand hit the wounded shoulder causing the stitching to rip and the wound to start to bleed again. Candice grabbed a nearby towel and forced it on the wound. At this point all thoughts of sex and kissing were over. I would have to be stitched back up.
These stories will be based in the old west and an attempt at a modern western (later on).
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