The Book of Common

Nevada Way

Well, Folks, let's say I'm lost just plum lost. Never have I been so darn confused! Stopped over at the
Ranger Post One. Yes, that's right post one Nevada.
I walks in ya see, the Desk Sargent looks at me hard. I says afternoon Sargent. He says who are ya? Oh sorry, I says I'm Common Corporal Common, Sargent. Common what a strange name never heard that before.

I says well who you be? Sargent Bellamy he says.
I asks well do ya have some rations and ammo? I'm a might low. How many days you need he asks.
Oh, about six maybe seven. Twelve rounds thirty-six, so ya have ale or wine with the rations?
Can give two days supply of both, plus six days coffee. Good, I says that a do. Oh, gots updates for maps, Stations and Posts. I, toss that heavy bag on the counter. Bellamy laughs, how long it been since an update? Well don't really know, I'm just the messenger.

Common I got a job for ya if you are willing, to take it. My Ears perk up, what's the job? Go to Reno the Constable has a Ranger locked up for Murder. Investigate, deal out Justice or set him free. Sure I says leave in the morning.  Fine Common morning a work. Is they a House of Pleasantries in town?
Sure is laughing, make a right out of the Gate. On the corner of Cortney and Second.

Folks I heard tell, Pleasantry Workers in Nevada are somethin special. Just had to finds out. Well sorry, folks why was I confused. They call this place Post one. Looks more like a Station back home. No stockade no sleeping quarters. Mess hall nothing of the sorts. That's, Why I'm confused.
Shrug it off I say, have some fun leaves in the morning. My goodness, I can't believes my eyes.
Folks this place. Well, it's just. Hell, I can't explain it; better than that House Pa took me to, hell better than the one in Orleans. Pretty my gosh the ladies well let's just say, some really sexy gorgeous ones
work here!

Folks I took my hat off, hell I never do that always keep that on but, sleepin and cleaning up. Felt out a place I did. Stopped by the desk. Might gorgeous redhead, was a workin the desk. I asks young lady how much ta tumble in the sheets, and stay the night? She smiles flips that long red hair back depends. How long the lady stays, what kinda stuff ya want ta do. I grin tap the counter. Till mornin not sure what all I want ta do. Ranger, she says looking me over, tell ya what I'll stay the night with ya. Let's say room free the tumble whatever ya want for say a Jefferson and a Lincoln will cover it. My bubble burst then and their folks. Might steep I say. Honey, she says I'm the best damn Whore this side the Missasip. Ya want cheaper step out hit the Saloon down the street!

Nope, I say I'll do it, point the way. Oh, and I'm Common. Pleased I am sure, Rhonda they call me,
give me just a second. Cora, I am taking a customer!
You go on dear I've got it I heard. She bounced from behind that counter. Folks I swear I've never seen nor heard tell of such. She was wearing cut off pants. Jeans blue ones. My Gosh! Short ain't the word Folks! They rode up her backside tight her cheeks hung out. Dear me my heart about stopped seeing that. She had a corset on up top red damn I got warm, to say the least. As she walked up to me her hand reached between my legs, that gun as big as those pistols? Lan sakes I about jumped, yesum I say damn near. I can tell ya don't like talking about what goes on behind closed doors.

I will tell ya best I'd had in a long time. When I woke well, let's say she said you can have a mornin tumble for free. If ya want Common. Let's say I took her up on that. Well, I pick up my horse and gear. Tell Bellamy that I'm a heading out. Take care of whatever needs doing. Well, he says Common don't waste no time gettin there. Bye, your leave Sir. Bye, yours Common. Folks Reno, I rather like this place. No Station or Post. Constable is a right nice lady. I gets the info on this here Ranger. Names Perkins, he supposedly shot this man for no reason. I'll talk to him in the mornin. It's late I'm tired and want a drink.

Walk wasn't far. Just two doors down nice Saloon.
Quiet type place, no shoutin nor ruckus goin on.
Just few friendly folks havin a drink. I orders up an ale. Lean against the bar. My normal spot like,
where I can sees the door. Hears hey Ranger, you here to take care that other Ranger? Over at the jail? I nods smile a touch, ifin it needs done I will.
He tosses a straight copper on the bar, gets that Ranger a Corn Licker Barkeep. I says thank ya sir.