Whitey Winn One Shots

Cowboy Rule 48

I smiled as I finished lacing my dress for the day pulling the ribbons of my dress tight to keep it on me all day. I grabbed the pie cooling in the window and set it in my basket alongside some jars of preserves and a few bottles of honey wine. I picked up my now-loaded basket and headed out of my little house into the dust and dry dirt of Labelle. I glanced to the sky hoping perhaps to see some dark clouds on the horizon as we badly needed some rain but alas the normal dry New Mexico heat was all we received. I headed through town past all the little shops the ladies now ran in order to keep the town going giving the ladies building the church a wave as I went past, till I reached the town square heading over to the familiar building.

'Sheriff, Labelle, New Mexico territory'

Atop two four square windows. The porch with a couple of chairs and a large pile of logs for the burner inside. A small lamp light hung beside the porch steps just before the door.

I hopped up the steps and in through the unlocked door looking around the small office with its three cells lining the far wall. Sheriff Bill Mcnue's desk to my left was empty as per usual, the coat rack to my left alongside a small window, and In Front of me was the large gun cabinet full of shotguns, and pistols, the mirror lining the back of the cabinet. And In Front of the cabinet, the deputy's desk was lined with various paperwork, keys and coffee cups given he'd been on his own so long. And in the small wooden chair behind it laid a comatose deputy whitey Winn.

In his usual mud-covered brown leather boots, his borderline skin-tight jeans with a slight vertical striping in the fabric pulled up to his waist, his two dark brown leather gun Belts sat crossed over his hips so a buckle sat above his pants fly and the other just above his butt allowing him to have a 45. On each hip. The white handles guns sat there slightly moving with his breaths. His 'once' white shirt collar was only just visible, his slightly green half-button overshirt covering him from wrist to neck with a small breast pocket where his silver deputy badge hung. Any skin exposed had enough dirt to set potatoes, so much muck in fact under his nails I was almost convinced he was growing himself garden, his excuse for facial hair slightly graced the corners of his upper lip barely even meeting in the middle with maybe three hairs under his bottom lip and I don't think any on his chin, his hair thick with grease and dirt or slightly matting in sections where he runs his hand thought it but that was all. The familiar scent of sweat, dirt, warm leather and the unfortunate scent of a man who lives alone is eliminated from him like a pile of roadkill tossed to the gutter. His hat was on the desk, his hands on his stomach as he sat in his chair far asleep.

I couldn't help but giggle at the slight setting my basket down on the corner of his desk atop some of his gun magazines. I carefully snuck over to behind his desk leaning down to see him. I smiled and gently rubbed the tip of my nose against his own the first few runs bore no response but soon he began to move Against me too subtly of course until I move and pressed a small kiss to his lips which caused a wide smile across his lips

"Hi" I smiled

He rubbed his nose on my own a little before giving my lips a little kiss "hi" he smiled opening his eyes to see me "what are ya doin' 'ere?" He asks leaning back in his chair

"What? Are you not happy to see me whitey?" I pouted putting my hands on my hips as I stood up straight

He leant forward leaning his arms on his desk and his jaw on his hand "I'm always 'appy to see ya darlin'" he smiled giving me another little kiss

"Cute" I smiled tapping his nose "how have things been?"

"Quiet" he sighed "it's Labelle darlin' nothin' much ever 'appens 'round 'ere" he says leaning back in his chair

"You finished that paperwork bill asked you to do?"

"Jesus Christ y/n- I finished all that lot last week"