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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Hearts Desire
Even though he gave the impression of being grumpy, Denver was very relaxed and enjoying himself. Watching CM's shenanigans on the gangplank was hilarious and got his day off to a great start.
He was uplifted and thought everything pointed toward it being a beautiful day. Turning to Jhonny, they shared a smile, with the knowledge that this world would no longer be a lonely place.
She may have tricked them into becoming blood brothers, but both had found it to be more than that. For Denver, it felt like he'd found the son he never had and for Jhonny, it felt like he'd found the father he never dreamed of having.
After hours of lengthy discussion, they all agreed that they would make this kinship legal and binding, and it seemed only fitting that any formal adoption ceremony should be performed aboard ship, as this was where it all began.
Giving the Kid a hearty smack on the back and turning toward the cabin he said with a little wink of his eye, "I've some important things that need my attendance, before the docking ceremony."
And with a little smirk, the Kid replied, "Okay Captain."
He no longer slept below decks with the rest of the crew, he shared a room on the top deck, with Colon, the mute bodyguard of the Mistress, as he'd come to calling Denver's guest, as he insisted on calling her.
Jhonny had learned, that whenever Denver cared for someone, he tended to use their forenames intimately and respectfully, it was something he'd come to appreciate.
He once asked him why and was told.
"People tend to assume you're a friend when on first name terms and heed my words son, for this ain't true, and it works for me if I put down a marker when talking outside my private quarters, finding it more intimate and respectful"
Out of respect, Denver knocked gently on the door, before entering, not the sort of person to just bustle in without warning, another thing reserved for those he cared for and respected.
As the door opened the smell of French perfume caught his attention, it was one of his favorites and immediately aroused his senses, he was beckoned by the sound of her sultry voice, it was like a noose entwining his heart, luring him back to bed, and the sight of those satin red sheets clinging to her perfect black torso, was impossible to resist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt her fingers caressing his neck as he slipped off his boots and felt a tinge of guilt as he thought maybe I should have given them to the Kid for a clean.
Her arms slipped around him like a snake and sensitively drew him beneath the sheets, where they shared a little more than their secrets and satisfied their hearts desire.
Talulah could deal with the Mayor, if need be, anything else would have to wait.
