The river has been open to trade, and the River boats are rolling in. Bring trouble in spades. Gamblers, Mistresses, bad guys galore and so much more, BG has in store.
A collaborative western story written in poetry, that continues as the character...
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Sealed with a Kiss
Denver stepped from the tub in a state of undress, barring the white towel around his waist, he picked up his boots and laid back on the golden cover over the bed. He examined them thoroughly, giving them the odd buff with the edge of the bedcover. Nicely done Kid, you've earned your turn in the tub and there's plenty of hot water left in the barrel.
The Kid stepped into the freshly warmed tub still wearing his tatty excuse for underpants, they looked more like a baby's nappy, Denver couldn't help but laugh. The Kid slipped in as deep as he could, he'd only experience with men who took advantage. Denver understood his fear and gave him a comforting smile before closing his eyes.
It wasn't long before he'd fallen asleep and soon found himself sat below the bows of a Black Cherry Tree, resting against its bark, he knew this was back home in the south. He heard her calling his name.
"Denver, Barton Denver, are you awake?"
His mind filled with a youthful delight, for it was his childhood sweetheart, she'd finally found her way to him across the endless miles.
They shared a lingering kiss and laid down together, he gently undid her buttons and softly kissed her chest, the heat of his passion burnt an impression of his lips upon her. Their eternal love was sealed forever in the shape of a kiss, in that moment of magic, they shared, an emblem she was destined to bear until death.
The half-hour he'd slept felt like a lifetime in her company until his heart fell as her effigy drifted away like the blossom on a summer breeze. He awoke to feel reenergized and full of an unbounded love of life and was surprised to see the Kid staring into space, with jaw dropped, and nodding his head in apparent agreement.
He continued to watch with interest until his malaise passed when in shock, the Kid blurted out, "My God, did you see that?"
"See what?"
"You'll never believe me."
"When you've seen what I have Kid, there are few surprises."
"There was this beautiful woman floating in the air above your bed.
She looked like one of Talulah's Black Diamonds.
But she was different.
Real classy, full of confidence and completely at ease.
Not at all twitchy and suspicious.
As she was leaving, she came over to me and whispered in my ear.
I want you to give this message to Denver.
She bent down and kissed me leaving this mark on my chest, the impression of her rosy red lips.
Then without another word she disappeared."
Denver thought it through and came to terms with how she did it.
He also understood that there was more to this Kid than meets the eye, it's was becoming obvious that picking him from the crowd was no accident.
But there was no time to dwell as a respectful knock on the door, reminded him, the Kid's clothing was here.
Right Kid, it's time to get dressed for Dinner, let's see what we can do with you.
