We made it to the court house without her insulting anyone else. There we met with Mayor Henry Marx. He was elected about seven years ago when Ilyas fell ill. He was the one who raised the money to rebuild the town center. He was also responsible for the new print house and the old publisher leaving. After hearing her background, he offered her the printshop. She would need to print a weekly newspaper for the town, but after that she would be free to use the place as she saw fit. It also came with an apartment on the second floor. She was at first a little hesitant. The Mayor offered her a room in town for a few nights so she could think it over. I escorted her to the hotel and setup her lodging with the clerk. She said to me, “thank you, but not yet. Maybe a little later.” She handed me a book of some kind then I left. The book explained much of what was wrong with her.
It was a cheaply made book. Small with a glued spine and a cover that was just a thicker type of paper. The title of the book was “Adventures of the Knuckle-Smash Kid volume 4.” I had a bad feeling about this. The book used names from people I knew but spoke of events that never happened. There was a character named Mad Dog Bill. I think they meant Bill Dogg. He was for lack of a better description the town drunk. I never shot him and the only shooting he does is shots of whisky at the local saloon. It called Apple the most feared man in the territory. Most of all it made me out to be this legendary gun fighter. In the past ten years, I have shot my gun maybe seven times on the job. All but one at coyotes. This was bad.
The next day I met up with the Mayor. He wanted me to give the tour to Miss Martin. I needed to show the town in a good light. I gave him the book and said, “we may have a problem with that.” He took the book and held it as if I handed him something covered in horse apples. From there I went to the hotel. One of the best restaurants is in the hotel and they make the best coffee in town. While at my usual table Miss Martin came in the restaurant. she changed from the long white dress with yellow stitched flowers was in yesterday to a pair of trousers and a button-down shirt. She looked more like a local girl than a tourist today. Without all the makeup and fancy dress, she was quite pretty.
She joined me at my table. All she ate was a slice of toasted bread and butter. I suggested she should eat more because we had a long day. she said, “I have a different plan. I am going to the Mayor ant telling him I want the print shop.” This sudden change of heart was a little surprising. She continued, “this opportunity is just a little too good to pass up on. A woman back east wouldn’t have any chance like this.” I couldn’t disagree with her. Most of the women I knew back in Virginia had very little opportunities outside of marriage or domestic help. She would meet most of the people in town as they came into the print shop looking for advertisements and what not. I asked her what she meant last night by not yet. She said, “oh, we are going to sleep together. I save my virginity for you. I am just not ready yet.” She said it a little too loud and the room fell silent. Everyone was looking at us. All I could say was, “ok?”
I took her to the print shop. She immediately started to inventory everything. I left her there so she could become more acquainted with the setup. On the way out, she said to me, “don’t forget what I said.” I am not sure what part of what she said I was not to forget. The whole saving her virginity for me is certainly sticking around. I looked back at her. She was reaching for something on a high shelf. She had a nice form and was very easy on the eyes. If you can get past the crazy.
These stories will be based in the old west and an attempt at a modern western (later on).
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