Land of the Unknown

Favor

The walk to Annmarie's room was silent. Annmarie couldn't stop thinking about the previous events; someone helped her. It was something she wasn't used to. "We're here." She opened the door to her room; Emiliano motioned her to enter first. Inside was a medium-sized bed, a wooden table with two wooden chairs, a small window with a curtain covering it, and a couple of painted pictures.

"Lovely room."

"Thanks, I decorated it myself."

Emiliano put his bag on top of the table; his stomach growled.

"Would ya like me to bring dinner?"

"That would be nice, thank you."

Annmarie went out of the room while Emiliano stood by the window. He couldn't believe that he was far from home. He finally made it to Lincoln County and had seen more than he was used to. His thoughts were interrupted when Annmarie returned. "Dinner is here." She put a tray with two plates and cups. They were going to have pinto beans and boar steak. "I brought ya water since that's what you drank the last time. He nodded; they sat by the table and silently ate. Annmarie glanced at him whenever given a chance. She couldn't deny that he was handsome, but his looks were not why she was intrigued. "Why did ya stop him?"

"From earlier? No one should treat someone like that, even if you are a prostitute. You're someone who is trying to make a living."

She felt her heart almost skipping a beat. "I wish people in this county think the way ya do. Again, thank you for defending me against that drunk."

"Why did you become a prostitute?"

"My Pa died when I was ten, and my Momma married another man. He was a drunk and beat my Momma. When I was fifteen, he tried to rape me. I told Momma about it, but I was blamed. I ran away and slept on the streets until Madame Belle found me."

The young man ate his last piece of steak. "I'm sorry you went through that. You're courageous to go through what you did. People don't realize that prostitutes risk their lives by being with dangerous men."

A blush came across Annmarie's face; she cleared her throat. "What about ya? Why did ya join the Regulators?"

"My Mother died a couple of days ago; she was created. Her wish was for me to decide where to put her to rest. She told me that her family once owned a ranch but had to sell it off. I want to find the current owner to ask permission to put my Mother to rest."

"I-I can help you out. I know many ranch owners since they usually come here." 

Emiliano was relieved; the more help he got, the sooner he could reach his goal. He thought about telling her that the man he was looking for was his Father. However, there could be risks since he didn't know how the man would be. "Thank you, Annmarie. I would genuinely appreciate your help."

"Is the least I can do since ya helped me out. What was the name of the ranch before it was sold off?"

"My Mother never told me, but her family's name was Quinteras."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." Their meals were finished; Annmarie motioned him to stand. 

Before Emiliano could speak, his shirt was unbuttoned. He watched Annmarie undid her corset and the upper clothing; her breasts bounced out. His heart beat rapidly as she motioned his hands and put them on her exposed breasts. "A-Annmarie I-"

"It's alright. I ain't doin' this for money. It's my way of sayin' thanks." She moved his hands around her breast; his hands were soft. She let go of his hands, trailed her right hand down on his manhood, and massaged it slowly. This brought him out of shock, and he moved away from her. "Is somethin' wrong?" 

"Sorry, but I can't." Emiliano buttoned up his shirt. "You can sleep on the bed; I can sleep on the floor."

The young woman giggled as she dressed herself. "We can sleep next to one another. Don't worry; I won't try anything on ya again." She noticed his uncertain look. "Ya never slept with a gal, haven't ya?" No response, and she thought of him as adorable. "Come on, trust me. I'll sleep on this side and you here. You're gonna have a long day tomorrow." Emiliano slowly made his way to the bed and lay down. He slept on his side, making his back face his roommate. 

The room was silent; Emiliano eventually fell asleep, and his soft breathing and snoring echoed. Annmarie was still awake when she heard him asleep. It was the first time she felt at ease with a man who wasn't her customer. She gently touched his soft hair. "Yer sure are different." Sleep eventually overcame her.