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The golden locket (part 2)
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The golden locket (part 2) Angelina hurried back down the back alley way to the saloon, quietly trying to step back in there and not to be noticed but no luck at all was there It seems the old man drinking at the end of the bar was first to notice and drunk as usual for that time of day slurs out his words. “ hey , Miss Caroline been looking for you, better get your ass up the stairs right now” Angelina wanted to knock the old man off his stool but seeing the bar keeper eyeing her she just ignored the words of the drunk and headed for the stairway. Reaching the second floor and knocking on the end door Angelina heard the female voice from inside. “ What you want, “ Then Angelina spoke through the door, “ It me Angelina , someone said you wanted see me” no more then hearing Angelina speak out Caroline opened the door and staring at Angelina for a minute then saying,” come on in we need to talk , it seems we have some business to take care of”. Angelina knew what may have been coming, but she also knew better then to voice an opinion of her feeling to begin with. Carolina closed the door and walked back over taking a chair by her dresser picking up a smoke, that she always made sure and always had done it in private, and that why she came up there quite often. Angelina walked over to the window. Glancing out she watched as some men were helping Sam hitch up the fresh string of horses to take her to the next station and from there maybe even as far as Dead wood. Carolina sat there for a minute before speaking, and then said, “So you went to check on Sam did you?” Angelina nodding her head in agreement not yet saying a word as she wished she to was leaving on that stage right then. Carolina then starts in, “you know Angelina, I have been very good to you, given you a place to stay, fed you, put clothes on your back and protected you from all others, I think I have been very reasonable don’t you think?’. “I don’t think Sam could do that for you, beside us both know Sam and your past history, and it surly would be bad for others to find out about you two. Damn, Caroline was really putting everything on the line, no holes barred, how could she be so damn cruel bringing up Sam, what was it, didn’t she know how hard it had been for Sam. This was causing Angelina to shudder in fear, her eyes tearing up as she watched Sam climb aboard the stage, to late for her to talk with Sam about what Caroline was saying right then. . Angelina reached up holding the golden locket very tight, it almost feeling as if the chain that held it was bearing more weight the ever before. Finding each breath much harder to take in. Caroline was waiting for Angelina to say something, but at the moment there were no words at all. Caroline goes on. Almost cheerful as she says, “Angelina you have become very pretty lady, all the men in these parts love to have you. Much more then if they knew you had been with the Indians for a time. Men don’t like having someone that had lived with them, not really much worse then that you know. Here they treat you like you should be, and I have always made sure of it. Well just say it better now then it would have been for you. Angelina kept staring out the window as Sam’s stage drove off, knowing if Sam was here hearing such words, Carolina may have been the next one to feel the butt of the rife. Carolina then stood up walking over to the window behind Angelina and said, “ Well Sam gone now, I think we should get busy we have paying customers down stairs and I know we shouldn’t keep them waiting to long, don’t want them thinking they should go off chasing that little bear and his band of renegades . He wouldn’t have much mercy on that drunken bunch of fools down stairs.” Carolina placed a tissue in Angelina hand saying, “hurry up dry them eyes, they don’t like having someone that has been all teary eyed. Beside you may get lucky again, bet that young gold minor just may show up if you had treated him well the first time. Always like that gold more is always good for me I mean us right”. And Angelina we shall just keep this talk between us, no use telling Sam what I just said; hate to see either of you get hurt. And I’ll keep our little secret between us ok?’ Then grasping Angelina by the shoulder turning her around to face her Caroline smiled and said, You are sure pretty, like that dress my dear see you downstairs then”. Angelina found the only words she could say, “Yes Caroline thank you, yes this is a very pretty dress.. Angelina began to wipe tears from her cheeks, but couldn’t help but wonder if Caroline was telling her the truth, would that young minor be back to see her, Wait a minute he was so much different then the others, or was it just that he had never been in the company of a woman. No ,he must not of been his body actions told her different, he was full of more fear then the others, his eyes told her differently. She had almost had to guide him from the beginning to the end, his touch, his eyes seem so endearing. No he had never been with a woman she was sure of by now. Was he strong, yes there was scar that ran the side of his rib cage a knife wound he had said. adding he had gotten it in the war, but still he was so young, how could that be. But his wisdom was beyond that of a boy. He did say he had only arrived here a few months ago. Finally placing the tissues down,she grasped the golden locket around her neck. Maybe she had forgotten to take it off that night. Something she had always done to put a certin part of her away during at time, or had she forgotten to. No she was sure she had done that, but why had he affected her as he had. Sam had always told her to place it beside the bed and let what ever happen and the effects of the golden heart would keep her feeling so lock away in time; no one could ever reach or hurt her in any way. Had the golden piece failed to save her? She began to wonder then hearing someone calling for her she had to go. One last view out side she sees the darkness coming, yet no sign of a much desired<b> rider </font></b>from the west this evening . No not tonight as the young minor found the darkness taking his day from him. Time to go into the make shift hut along the bank of the stream he had built to keep him dry. First digging through his belonging finding the small scale to see if his day‘s worth seem worth while. Knowing it wasn’t all bad, but not enough to secure his future thoughts. He built a fire to cook up some beans and maybe a little coffee if he had enough left over. For a minute remembering the small bit of gold he had planned on spending at the trading post went for the pleasure he had with the young lady and the few drinks of whiskey he had purchased at the saloon. At first thinking about regretting it yet, for the pleasure he had he smiled as it was worth a lot more then what he was doing with out now. The fire began to burning brighter warming his body from the cold. The evening breeze that blew down from the top of the ridges at night he could only think of his past few days, or more about the night he had spent in town. more then just the night he held her so close, the night he had never felt so warm, she had done all that to him. Almost laughing out loud as he thought how it had happen. She had walked up to him there in the saloon, her eyes the color of the ocean he had seen once. The smile that he remembers from girls his own age back when life was so simple. How she giggled at his remarks to her dress, how she had asked him if he would like to join her upstairs. Wow how he remembers he was so taken by being in such company he couldn’t resist her at all To have someone his age to talk with. Not old men that boasted of their fame and boldness. Men that claimed women were only there for their pleasure, their use and to do as they were told. No them old men were wrong. she wasn’t that way at all. He then thought back how she giggled and took him by the hand leading him to the room upstairs. Closing the door. There she let go and walk to the window pulling down the shade. He remembers he just stood there not knowing what he was suppose to do. How she had pulled back her hair a golden locket coming off and laid so gently on the night stand. “ Damn it” he mutters out loud. I’m such a fool as he thought back. Not even turning around did she asked.” So what are you waiting for don’t you want to get undressed.” He remembers he could not move yet she began to undress. In fount of him was it he that should have had his back to her. He remembered that her hands trembling as she reached behind her back to unbutton her dress. Pausing in thought he could see the out line of her as the embers of the fire flickered back and fourth.. Damn it why did; she just kept taking off her clothes only stopping once in awhile to see if he had moved. He recalled then finally saying “maybe I should go, and he remembered looking to the floor not knowing if he should or shouldn’t until he felt her soft hands on his cheek. Gently lifting his chin up to look at her. He had always been taught to turn around in the presents of a woman undressing, he finally heard her asking have you ever been with a woman and also remembering he couldn’t even say one word. Damn, she had him pinned. Almost as bad as the time being trapped in-between the confederate army and trying to keep them from discovering their location. Damn it, as he found the other parts of his past invading his mind, and not wanting that misery right now. He brought his hands to his head, tightly closing his eyes trying to drive the terrible past from his mind. “Damn it” he yells out. Standing up to go gather a few more pieces of firewood before it got to dark. Stopping short to wash his face in the cold water of the stream, maybe washing the passing thoughts from his mind, well not all just the ones causing the pain right at the moment. Which must have worked as he found the cool water was what she had done to him as he had began sweating from her present. How she took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He couldn’t forget her standing there in such a state of undress, so calm she took his hands lead him over to the bed sitting him down. Taking off his boots, washing his hands. So gentle she was even reaching over putting something that seem to soften the roughness caused by his hard labor Unbuttoning his shirt pulling his pant off he almost felt embarrass of being that way in front of a stranger, but she didn’t seem that way at all.. then she stoud up and turning around asking him to unlace what she had on. How his fingers seem like all thumbs, his struggle of sorts it was. Only to feel her soft skin now and then how sweet her smells filled the room. The fragrances of wild roses and other flowers that painted the landscape on every hill, the pollen that blew across the high meadows of the mountains where the bees gathered their honey... Then how he thought he couldn’t breathe when she turns back to him. Her naked beauty beyond any thought he had ever had. How she took his hands and placed them on her breast. With out taking her hands from his she guided them up and over and around their rounded form. A feeling of warmth and softness that made certain things happens to him. He began to have the urges that only once in awhile had happen yet now it seem so right for the time. Granted he had heard of men and women but only in remarks he had felt were more of bragging and then the truth. But was it, he had only felt the warmth in his mothers arms so long ago yet he found himself beginning to wonder if right now Angelina was doing , and jumped up to stir the fire. Trying not to think what she may being doing tonight. He had to try find some comfort and right now it was new feeling, a mixing of old not knowing if it was yesterday or thoughts of tonight he found his night cold, his body yea rned for answers yet his mind going in circle, almost thinking he was losing it all, like a few men he had seen back in the war. Gone crazy they had done foolish things. Very messed up lives were not what he wanted to ever be part of. Found it far easer not to think too much. A month or so of hard riding to helped him forget the past , it just seem it just kept catching up on him, and now he was struggling with new ideas being hung by what he tried to leave behind. Maybe pulling his coat up over his eyes could take refuge from his past.. So as the evening stars began to shine over the valley. Angelina knew the young minor would not show. Seeing Caroline watching ever move Angelina made. She knew she had better get to what she was being asked to do. Not that she hadn’t ever done it before but wondering if Sam would make deadwood in time, could she be lucky enough to find one guy out of the whole lot that were in the saloon . Or even make it so painless if that was to be possible. Spying one guy that may serve to past the time was far better then letting Caroline down. By all means she knew it was only a matter of time before if she wasn’t careful she could end up with one of them drifters and that could be more of a handful then she wanted. Even just being up stairs it still held a risk of being safe, she had witness knifing and beating before. Well not like what she hadn’t been part of from one time or the other. But she just wanted this night to be over and spying one prospect sitting there it was him that she figured to best suit the deed’. She put on her game, played up to the young cowboy, he seem harmless compared to the others, besides she noted his drinking, he wouldn’t be nothing more then quick roll and hopefully pass out in the end. Even as she moved close enough for him to reach out he seem to be closing one eye trying to focus on her, his breath stunk of whiskey, his state of drunkenness would work. She sat down in his lap he group at her body, his hands roamed over her. It looked good to Caroline as Angelina played along. It wasn’t long before the cowboy was telling her he wanted more and could they go upstairs for awhile. As Angelina whispered to find out if he had the money for the pleasure of her , he wasted no time and throwing more then enough onto the table. Angelina picked up and flashing it across the room showing Caroline. the cowboy had the money, then standing up taking the cowboys hand Angelina passed the money over to Carolina as she passed by trying to guide the drunken cowboy up the stairs. Almost having him stubble on the stairway they finally made it to the top as the cowboy hollered wanting the rest of them to know he was going there. The foolish thought of drunks it was. Angelina putting on the show to let the few know that she could go with the flow. A chance that maybe the liqueur would make it so easy to get beyond the trail of wading through hell and thinking heaven was beyond reach. no use bringing that up she had given up on that long ago except what hung from the chain that was fasten to her neck. Closing the door from the out side she let go of the cowboy walking over to the dresser. Very quietly unfastening the locket. So slowly she placed it on the nightstand, even wishing she couldt blow out the small kerosene lantern mounted on the wall, how she wished it was darker then it was. She watched from the reflection the cowboy tugging and pulling off his clothes. She could have helped but in his state there was no need to help. For maybe even if he fell and knock himself out that would even be better was her thinking. Pulling the dress up over her head and placing it on the side of the bed and then turning around she watched as the drunken cowboy started toward her. Reaching out to grab at this or that. whatever he had a mind too. She push him toward the bed, the edge catching him at the back of his legs, he crumbled on top laying back Angelina reached down pulling off his boots and then as the cowboy watched her go about unfastening his pants them she tugged and pulled until they came off throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. Angelina then stood back as she finished undressing completely. The cowboy laid there uttering a few profanities until Angelina grab the wash cloth to wash him and to check out the best she could see if he would be safe enough. Tales of bad things were taught by Caroline to look for first and was to make sure he didn’t have something that could cut a woman short in years. But as the cowboy thoughts of reaching up to grab at her breast Angelina stepped back and then asked him to slip over making room for her to lie beside him. the cowboy quickly moved over and Angelina took her place beside him. At first closing her eyes she was there alright once again it was time. No more then second passed she felt his hands running over her breast, not gentle his action had no promise of being gentle. He more then likely had a softer hand on his , a woman no way. He mostly tug and pulled at her body, his breath stunk of the whiskey his straggly beard burn the side of her face as she turned sideway to keep him from kissing her. She had to leave the room in her mind. Her blue eyes turned black as the nightmare of it came to her. The cowboy’s legs slipped over on top of her as she felt his weight on her. His erection digging at her inner thigh. Oh man was this it. His lunging held no passion, his hardness felt like a knife being stabbing her in the stomach as he slipped in. thank goodness she always made sure to put some kind of lotion there for she had heard it killed the pain somewhat. They even had told her, it helps to moan and groan. Tell them they are the best, forget the truth tell them what ever it took to get them off. For what ever it took the faster it was over the better it felt.. But Angelina could not even move she went weak, she only wanted the lights to burn out. Take her away at the moment. Only the darkness came it seem her eyes stared into a void of the ceiling only the locket held her to some sort of life for now it wasn’t her at all laying there Past times it had never left her so alone, it may only have lasted a few minutes but it seem to have lasted forever as she listen to him sounded more like pigs rooting in a pig pen. But most thankful hearing him let out one last moan, his body seem like dead weight on her as she finally knew he had passed out. Then finally finding the strength to push him over onto the bed she sat up reaching to take a fresh towel and pouring water into the wash basin she began to scrub and wash away the sweat, and remains of the cowboy had left on her. Once looking over to see he wasn’t moving it had been a good choice for now she knew he would not wake for some time and if she made a few sounds now and then no one from out side would know anything more then they had thought of. Reaching over pulling just the dress over her body, she needed so bad to be covered and opening the window to feel the evening breeze coming in cleansed the air that seem at the time so stale. she finally reached over picked up the locket, not knowing if she was worthy of wearing such a locket, yet the golden heart seem to feel warm in her hand, maybe there is a life that is saved with in the small golden heart. For there has to be such a place to store such hope isn’t there? I hope you enjoy this so far, I have to say i really tryed hard to shed some light here that is not so kind, but times back then held the good as well as the bad, and by all means it would not be right to avid how some stuff did happen. Once again I must remind you that this is fiction. thank you for the kind and great comments so far, hope to post more tomarrow, Snatch has said finish it don't make anyone wait to hear the rest of it. so til tomarrow take care Dandy & Snatch |
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5/7/2008 8:39 pm |
Wow. I was just floating around in this cyber space and set down here. I read you story "The Golden Locket" parts 1 and 2 and loved it. It certainly is a dark tale, but gripping. Thank you. I going to check out your blog often. Hope for more.
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Wow. I was just floating around in this cyber space and set down here. I read you story "The Golden Locket" parts 1 and 2 and loved it. It certainly is a dark tale, but gripping. Thank you. I going to check out your blog often. Hope for more. Have a great day and feel free to visit often as you wish Dandy & Snatch
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sorry dandy...i need to keep the momentum of this story going ...scoots out the door to devour part 3  []   Seduce my mind and my body
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sorry dandy...i need to keep the momentum of this story going ...scoots out the door to devour part 3
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