The local whorehouse                                                                     7.25.2008 am/pd

The fire was going out, so don reached over and got another log and threw it on top. All the other men were asleep and snoring.  He noticed there were only a few logs left and he thought about getting some more. He stood up and groaned from the aches all over his body.  They had been driving these cattle for weeks. To don it felt like he had riding his horse ‘betsy’ for months.   Saddle soreness was a common feeling for him. He had been a cattle driver for a long time.

The horses were tied up under the big tree. Don heard them rustling around.  They were probably bone tired. Since he was the head cattle driver he figured he better get busy and stock up on some more wood for the fire.  They were getting closer to the Nevada mountain range and it was growing colder at nights. He also suspected there might be a few wild animals close. He saw the paw prints of a fairly large mountain lion in the creek bed earlier that day. Even though they looked a few days old, his experience has taught him to be ready for anything.

He heard betsy whinnying softly for his attention. He turned from the firelight and strode to his horse. They had plenty of water and grass. She just wanted one last rub on her long nose which had become the usual end of the night order of business.

As don collected some wood, he thought about the next day. They were going into town for supplies. It was going to be him and one of his foremen. . He needed a drink too. He wanted to see some people drinking and having fun. He also figured he could use a bath and a shave too.  He went to a lot of different towns when he was in these mountains.

His thoughts turned to sara. She had told him once five years ago that she was moving to Nevada. She said that her and her two friends were going to pack up and head north where the air is cool and fresh. He remembered those last words so clearly. He met her in a small Texas town during their annual fall festival. He remembered riding in to town with his hired hands who quickly went their own ways.  There were many people out in the roads. People were drinking and laughing. As they passed the local whorehouse he looked up at the beautiful girls on the second story balcony. The sign below them said ‘ms kitty’s  saloon, cold beer’.   The girls were all laughing and a few hollered at men acting like fools in the dusty road below. That’s when he saw sara. Her long hair was braided and pulled over her bare shoulder and draped over her big breasts.

He reigned his horse in and stared at this beautiful goddess. He thought her hair might be red but it was hard to tell in this light. She was smiling and laughing as she celebrated the fall festival. When she jumped up and down with excitement her dress twirled and he caught a glimpse of the red garter she was wearing high up on her thigh. He had the most intense feeling of desire he had ever known. He knew he had to have her. He was going to corral his horse and go in there and get her. And, have her he did.

Don untied his bed roll from his saddle and layed it out close to the fire. He was feeling a chill in the air and a longing for sara. As he drifted off to sleep his thoughts were on his trip to town tomorrow. He asked himself why he still searched for her in every town in Nevada. She could be anywhere. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself…..

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