Old West Redemption

They stopped at the hitching post outside of Belulah’s Boarding House, he taking her hands and she looking up at him with a troubled face. Lights from inside Belulah’s made the front porch glow, but it wasn’t the shadows there that Virgil was considering. He was intent on something else entirely. Chloe could tell the whole time they were walking that something was going on, but Virgil wouldn’t…

Friday evening, First Week

Jim and Mattie were sitting at one of the small tables.

“Thanks for coming with me at such short notice,” he said. Mattie laughed.

“Now what girl would pass up the chance to be escorted by one of the Earps?”

“Apparently Lorraine. I just have to realize she’s available and a wonderful woman. Of course there’ll be more than one man wanting to court her.”

“She’s a good…

Friday evening, first week

Penny and Morgan had just finished a waltz. He was surprised how much fun he was having with her. He had followed Cort’s advise to tone down his personality a bit. Suddenly Penny whirled around.

“Look, there’s Virgil and Chloe!” Well, he thought, let’s get this over with. Morgan put on a big smile and faced them. “Howdy Virgil! Miss Chloe.” Penny was beaming. “Oh,…

Friday afternoon, first week

Freida was sitting at one of the poker tables. Half her attention was on the game, the other half was on the dance tonight. She had been warned by Rosalind that some of the citizens thought saloon girls were less worthy. But, for the most part, the townspeople were understanding of their situation. Or, at least, if they had negative feelings, they knew how to keep…

Friday afternoon, first week

“Is Tucson always this busy on a Friday?” Chloe asked as Laurie pulled her long dark hair back from her face and gave it another thorough brushing. They were positioned before the large rectangular mirror a patron had donated to her business, with Chloe seated in a chair and Laurie behind her, performing those grooming rituals always necessary before venturing into…

Friday afternoon…….First week

When Ann Perkins arrived home, she could see Tom’s horse tied outside. She stopped the buggy and sat there for a few minutes. It was impossible to guess what kind of mood her husband would be in. True, he had found some temporary work; but, for some reason, manual labor always put him in a bad mood. He had been a bank teller once. Tom also tried his hand at farming…

Friday morning – 1st Week

“Kenneth…” Mrs Kingsley said, hands primly folded in her lap, and brow furrowed in thought. Carla, in her flounced black and white servant’s dress, set a plate of eggs benedict and sauteed tomatoes before her, but Viola barely noticed. Maybe the butterflies in her stomach had completely eradicated hunger, maybe the smell of burnt toast had set her off her…

Friday Morning – First Week

Bright and early on this day, Cort and Morgan made their way to the Mercantile for more ammunition. The topic of the day: the arrival of Renn Frayne and his men and why they were in town.

“I think I’ve heard of this guy Frayne.” Morgan noted.

“Yeah, he was quite a gun fighter years ago. I remember Herod meeting up with him for some job. But they didn’t get along—both…

Thursday Afternoon – 1st week

Frank Myers pushed open the doors of the saloon with a single purpose in mind. He was going to finally ask Rosalind Harris to a dance. He had admired her beauty and brains for a long time; but hadn’t ever the nerve to ask her. They’d had conversations; and she was always a lady. Frank discovered that Rosalind was well read. She could speak Spanish besides. He always…